Zhuo Yi was flattered, and immediately expressed his allegiance to He Qingfeng to death, and resigned from the gold and silver treasures.

"Oh, here you go, you can take it, don't shirk it. He Qingfeng pretended to be relaxed.

"Boss, that's it. Our Bashan faction has just become the master of the rivers and lakes, and we will accept a large number of disciples in the future, and it is the time to use money, I can't ask for so much money. ”

Hearing this, He Qingfeng was very satisfied, he stroked his beard and said: "I really didn't misunderstand you, so let's do it, give you five boxes of gold and silver treasures, and you can recruit troops and horses for me and collect more apprentices." ”

"Yes, I will definitely complete the task assigned by the master!" Zhuo Yi said.

Subsequently, Zhuo Yi took He Qingfeng's order and began to recruit a large number of apprentices, and after they came to Shushan, they not only served with good food and drink, but also gave a lot of money.

With such favorable conditions, many people come here.

Of course, if you want to become a disciple of the Bashan faction, not everyone can do it, the most important thing is that the foundation of martial arts must be good, and those who have no martial arts or low martial arts will not accept it.

After careful selection, the Bashan faction soon recruited a large number of people with strong martial arts, and the number exceeded 2,000.

Looking at the growing team, He Qingfeng was excited in his heart, it was the first time he had seen so many disciples, and he thought that when the Shushan faction was at its peak, there were only a thousand disciples. Now he is not only outnumbered by them, but his disciples are even more than them in martial arts.

He personally taught them martial arts, so as to strengthen the strength of the entire Bashan faction and consolidate its unshakable position.

However, in addition to being happy, He Qingfeng also had a trace of worry, because after all, there were many people, and the daily expenses were very large, although the Shushan faction left a lot of gold and silver treasures, which were enough for them to eat for several years. However, if a man has no foresight, he must have immediate worries, and he thought that he must increase the treasury of gold and silver treasures in order to ensure that his life would be smooth in the future.

So he discussed with Zhuo Yi and others to see how he could store the gold and silver treasures of the Bashan faction and increase them continuously, instead of decreasing them every day.

And Zhuo Yifan buried Situ Yuer with great heartache. He couldn't understand it, he obviously felt that his life was beginning to turn for the better, but he still involuntarily slid to the bad place, slipping farther and farther.

He thought that after killing Xiang Zhenfeng, he would be able to stay with Situ Yuer for the rest of his life, but he found that Yang Yuer was his biggest enemy, and now he turned to kill Yang Zhenwu, but he buried Situ Yuer's life.

Zhuo Yifan was in great pain, he didn't know where to go, because as soon as he raised his foot, he would provoke a killing, a killing without psychological preparation.

He wept bitterly in front of Situ Yuer's grave, which was not only a pity for Situ Yuer's death, but also a regret that she could not stay with him, and a sigh for his own ill-fated journey.

And Xiangyi followed him silently, empathizing with the pain he suffered.

She didn't speak, just stroked his shoulders and let him control his emotions. didn't have time, and wiped his tears with great pity.

Zhuo Yifan only then realized that when he was in Tianxiang Pavilion, Xiangyi persuaded the two to get married as soon as possible, it was really too difficult to say in the future.

Zhuo Yifan is in an extremely depressed mood now, he regrets that he didn't listen to Xiangyi's words at the beginning, if he had married Situ Yu'er, maybe she would be happier.

What made him even more uncomfortable was that he didn't know how to face He Qingfeng. Although he was one of the murderers who killed Situ Yu'er, he was also trying to get rid of Yang Yanwu, the real murderer behind the bloodbath in Zhuo Jian Villa.

"Yifan, I think it's time for us to leave, now that Yang Yang Wu and the Shushan Sect no longer exist, there is no need for us to stay here. Xiangyi Road.

Zhuo Yifan nodded, but his sadness had not yet been relieved.

At midnight, Zhuo Yifan's heart ached, when he was in Tianxiang Pavilion, he and Situ Yu'er had already stayed together, and he still remembered the good times at that time.

I don't know how long it took, Zhuo Yifan, who couldn't sleep peacefully, slowly fell asleep.

He dreamed of the exciting time between the two of them.

Just as the two of them were spending a full moon night, Zhuo Yifan suddenly found that the one he had been hugging turned out to be a skeleton.

The skeleton suddenly pushed Zhuo Yifan away, and then retreated.

Zhuo Yifan looked at it closely, and there was no flesh on the skeleton, but blood was constantly oozing from the eye sockets, dripping down little by little.

Zhuo Yifan was surprised, it was Situ Yu'er's real body just now, but how could it suddenly become like this.

"Are you ......," Zhuo Yifan wondered.

"Yifan, I'm Yu'er. The skeleton made a low sound.

"Yu'er, why did you become like this, how can I save you?"

"I'm being disturbed by the Yin Spirits right now, they're bullying me, and you save me. Situ Yuer cried.

At this moment, Zhuo Yifan saw a circle of lonely souls and wild ghosts, and began to constantly pull Situ Yuer's skeleton, one by one with hideous faces, pushing and shoving Situ Yuer.

Then, he threw Situ Yuer's skeleton into the sky, and those yin spirits caught it underneath, and then threw it upward, accompanied by Situ Yuer's heart-rending scream.

Zhuo Yifan hurriedly ran forward, but he couldn't touch those yin spirits, let alone reach Situ Yu'er's skeleton, only a weird laugh came from the yin spirit's mouth, which was extremely terrifying.

"Ah......h

Zhuo Yifan screamed, and then found that he was dreaming, he was sitting on the bed, covered in sweat, as if he had just run out of the pond.

He stroked his forehead, silently reciting Situ Yu'er in his heart, and his sadness spread......

The next morning, Zhuo Yifan got up very late, missing Situ Yuer too much, making him feel as if he had lost his soul.

At this moment, He Qingfeng came to visit him and brought some wrapped things.

Seeing He Qingfeng, Zhuo Yifan didn't give him a good face, after all, Situ Yu'er's death, he was also involved in it, and he had a certain relationship with it, although he just wanted to kill Yang Wu.

Seeing Zhuo Yifan's gloomy expression, He Qingfeng certainly knew the reason why he was not popular.

"Brother Yifan, I feel that I have spoken too much in front of me, I am responsible for the death of Miss Yu'er, in fact, I am also very uncomfortable in my heart, and now I have come to apologize to you and come to visit Miss Yu'er. He Qing's style is meaningful.

Even if He Qingfeng lowered his posture and came over to mourn Situ Yu'er, but Zhuo Yifan still didn't look at him squarely, everyone was dead, even if he prepared a grand memorial ceremony for Yu'er now, what was the use?

Seeing that Zhuo Yifan was still too lazy to pay attention to his expression, He Qingfeng knew that he was not interesting, he smiled awkwardly, "In order to express my most sincere apology, I brought these things over to decorate the tomb of Miss Yu'er, so that she can protect her from pain and torture in the Yin Spirit World." ”