When night fell, the clouds covered the moonlight, and were blown away by a slight breeze, revealing a red crescent, like blood, reflected in every corner of the Ming Dynasty.

Outside Ningyang County, Li Pojun walked on the way back to the dart bureau with Ge Tianyou on his back, and the red road seemed to be bleeding, asking people to walk through, but he didn't know how to get down.

Ge Tianyou was really tired, and he was entangled with Huo Abiao in the oak forest for almost the whole day, and his young body finally couldn't support it after Li Pojun recovered from his injuries, and he fell asleep on the road.

Looking back at Ge Tianyou, who was snoring on his back, Li Pojun showed a smile of relief, in the six months that he was in contact with Ge Tianyou, Ge Tianyou's martial arts talent was visible to everyone. Especially a child in his early teens was able to dodge and kill several of Huo Abiao's subordinates by himself, and it was also a strange news that it was spread.

Looking up at the blood moon again, Li Pojun frowned, this kind of moonlight always gives people a sense of depression and makes people breathless.

The half-hour journey must be faster than ordinary people with Li Pojun's skills, but he deliberately slowed down tonight because he was afraid of waking up the child who was snoring on his back.

Not knowing what to think, Li Pojun shook his head helplessly, and took another step in the direction of the dart game.

The fire in the Wumu dart game had been extinguished, and the dilapidated rubble and coals still fell from the height from time to time, smashed to the ground, and shattered into powder.

Several people sat around the doorway of the dart game, each with their heads bowed, dripping from the tip of their noses, but I don't know whether it was sweat or tears.

At this time, no one can hear anyone's noise, nor can I hear anyone's command, and the "crackling" spark is still in the charcoal-like stake for a long time and is unwilling to extinguish, but at this moment, no one cares about it anymore, and it is left to fend for itself.

A gray-haired old man knelt in front of a ruined temple that had been engulfed in flames, tears streaming down his face, but he seemed to have lost his soul, motionless, and looked stupidly ahead. No one knew what he was looking at, only that his deep eyes seemed to be completely pitch black and dim.

I don't know how long later, a wail came from a woman's voice, and the wailing cry instantly resounded between the heavens and the earth, accompanied by a miserable cry, echoing.

Then, dozens of people's muffled cries rang out, and for a time the sky was full of crying, making people's hearts desolate.

Everyone scrambled to kneel and kowtow, smashing on the ground, and in the same direction, it was the broken temple in front of the old man.

When the old man heard the cry, his eyes blinked slightly, and then he began to cry too. Wiping his tears, he choked up and muttered to himself: "Master, master, why don't you listen to dissuasion! Now that you are gone, how should our dart game be good!"

"Woo woo, woo woo, yes, master, if you leave, the Wumu dart game will be over! You said that you have been riding a horse all your life and guarding the dart game, why are you so stubborn!"

"Master......!"

The old man and a few others wailed and cried for a while, and everyone in the audience was moved, and the crying was even better.

Three hours ago, Wu Mu's dart game suddenly caught fire, and the explosions continued. Hong Yang Gong tried his best to lead the crowd to extinguish the fire, but unexpectedly, the fire was raging and difficult to extinguish. The county government fire dragon bureau sent to the rescue did not come for a long time, in order to protect the ancestors to go to the mourning hall, Hongyang Gong drilled into the mourning hall, but as soon as the people entered, the door beam collapsed, trapping Hongyang Gong in it. Then everyone tried to save it, but the fire became more and more intense, but the sound of explosions could be seen everywhere. In the end, he was burned in the mourning hall, buried in the sea of fire, and turned into ashes along with the Wumu Dart Bureau.

Hong Yang Gong died like this, the death seemed strange, and the death was unknown. It can be said that he escaped a catastrophe, but he could not escape the arrangement of fate.

A lifetime of horses, darts in the world, and famous, and righteous and cloudy Hong Yang Gong and Hong Lao, just in order to protect the spiritual position of the ancestors of the dart bureau, it is sad and lamentable!

The mournful cry spread far away, and the people in the county had already surrounded the dart bureau, among which there were many people who watched the excitement, but the vast majority of them were the people who followed the tears, after all, Hongyang Gong had a high status in Ningyang County, and he was kind and kind, and he also took care of the ordinary people.

Li Pojun heard everyone wailing from a distance, and in curiosity, he quickened his pace.

After a short time, Li Pojun came to the periphery where the people were, and through the crimson blood, the billowing smoke was clearly visible.

"Let's let, let's let. Li Pojun recognized that the smoke was a dart game, and he crowded in the crowd like crazy, Ge Tianyou was also woken up at this moment, and when he saw the scene of the dart game at this time, his heart was like numbness and anxiety.

"Hong Lao, Hong Lao!"

Soon, Li Pojun squeezed through the crowd, came to the crippled dart game, hurriedly put Ge Tianyou down, and looked for the whereabouts of Qi Hong Lao left and right.

"What about Old Man Hong?" Li Pojun kept looking for Hong Yang Gong in the ruins with red eyes, and asked when he saw someone, but no one answered.

"Damn, what about you old man Hong?" Li Pojun was furious, picked up the subordinate who was limp on the ground and knelt on the ground, slapped him, and scolded.

And the man who was slapped by this palm seemed to have a soul, two lines of tears, choked and speechless, but his finger pointed to the side of the original spirit hall.

Although Ge Tianyou was not as crazy as Li Pojun, he was also a little on the verge of collapse, and walked weakly towards the dilapidated backyard step by step, and all the scenes in his eyes began to blur. It was tears rolling in his eyes, he finally had a home, and now he had nothing.

Those who were like loved ones are almost all gone now!

"Sister Xiaohua, yes, Sister Xiaohua!" Ge Tianyou suddenly thought of Hua Ziyao, who had been worried, and his worried heart beat even more fiercely, he was afraid that something would happen to Xiaohua, and he had been worried since the day.

And at this moment, I only heard a long whistle in the backyard, which was like resentment, desolate and painful.

"Break the army, break the army, you have to be calm, you have to be calm. The white-haired old man and several other dart masters grabbed Li Pojun who rushed into the fire bravely, tears kept falling, they knew that Li Pojun's feelings for Hong Lao could be described as a teacher and a father.

However, when Li Pojun learned that Hong Lao was burned to death, how could he not be grief-stricken.

"Break the army, break the army, you have to be calm, although the master is dead, but the dart game is still there, if you have another three long and two short, then how should the dart game be good in the future. A dart master who is usually better with Li Pojun tried his best to persuade him.

"You let go of me, I'm going to take back Master's bones. Li Pojun seemed to struggle like crazy, his red eyes were as terrifying as a blood-colored crescent.

"You listen to me, you listen to me. Hong Lao's death is not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster, and you have to save your life to avenge Hong Lao. The dart master grabbed Li Pojun and expressed his suspicions.

When Li Pojun heard this, he suddenly turned his head and said with a hideous expression: "You say, you said who killed the master." ”

The dart master said, "Not long after you sent Tangmen Sanjun away. Fang Zijing's men and horses arrived here, and then another person from the gate sect called Shiban also arrived here, and they were still holding Xiaohua as a hostage at that time. But fortunately, Tangmen Sanjun returned in time and saved Xiaohua. Then came a man called the Drunken Eight Immortals, that person was very good at kung fu, and even Shi Ban was not an opponent, and then another person came, all of whom were women. After the woman came, the drunken eight immortals ran away, and then Shi Ban killed Fang Zijing, and then it didn't take long for the dart game to catch fire. Do you think there is a problem here, you are thinking about it, the emperor ordered that the people were forbidden to put gunpowder in their homes, and our dart bureau naturally has always obeyed the holy will, and in the midst of the fire, there are constantly gunpowder explosions, so Hong Lao will be trapped in it......!"

(To be continued)