Shanyuan is a fierce person with infinite strength and bravery, and at this moment, he is angry and hateful, like a vajra arhat with angry eyes, picking up a fist with a sand bowl and smashing it at the old man who is not right. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The fist wind was strong, the thunder was thunderous, and the old man who was not doing anything flew backwards with his bearded clothes, he did not move, and closed his eyes with a smile. If his death can alleviate the resentment in Karma's heart and win some room for maneuver for the pony, he will be considered to have died a well-deserved death.

For more than 20 years, he has been painting the ground as a prison, thinking about it on the wall, and the guilt and pain are tormenting him all the time, and now he can die in the hands of the descendants of Taoyuan Village, and he is somewhat relieved in his heart.

"Monk, no!" Pony exhaled urgently, and when he saw the old man Wuwei standing still with a relieved face, he understood that the old man Wuwei had already embraced the heart of death. In the flash of lightning, he had swung his fist at the good fate.

The fists touched, and the turbulent air currents swirled the flames, transforming into a fire dragon dancing wildly, sparks flying everywhere.

"Pony, get out of the way. Good fate glared at the pony, and after a few rounds, the pony avoided his fists and wrestled with him with a wonderful light skill, so that he could not hit but could not shake off.

"Monk, calm down first, don't be blinded by hatred. The pony resisted the fierce attack of good karma and comforted her.

"When is the time for retribution? What's more, the twelve iron guards were just acting on orders, and in the final analysis, they were just pawns at the mercy of others, lying to Taoyuan Village to subvert the imperial court, and it was the one who plotted to usurp the throne who really deserved to be killed. ”

"When you know that there is no retribution for injustice, you should have cut down the grass and killed me back then, why should you leave me alone to live? Let me survive in the world with a sea of blood and hatred, and I can't avenge it, isn't this a kind of cruelty?" Shanyuan roared, and the tiger's eyes were full of tears.

The boy has tears and doesn't flick, just because it's not time to be sad. I didn't know the mystery of my life for more than 20 years, but once I knew, it was so cruel and bloody, and it was difficult for anyone to accept it for a while.

There was a loud bang, the fists of the two collided again, the pony took a step back, his heart was full of blood and blood, and his good fate was full of brute force, which was really shocking.

With a roar, Shanyuan rushed towards the old man Wuwei again, and this time, it was Murong Yuxin who stood in front of him.

"Monk, the people who slaughtered the village back then, my father was one of them, if you want to take revenge, the father and daughter will pay the debt, you can do it. ”

Shanyuan looked up to the sky and roared, and said hatefully: "One or two of you must protect Wuwei, monk, I have nothing to say, the owner of Murong Zhuang is kind to me, I will repay him a favor today, let him go for the time being, and from now on we will break off our kindness." When he sees each other every day, I will definitely not show mercy. ”

After Shanyuan finished speaking, he ran away from the village without looking back.

The pony chased after the village, and watched in a daze as Shanyuan's figure became farther and farther away, more and more blurred, and finally disappeared into the distant mountains and forests.

In the past half a month, countless births and deaths, advancing and retreating together, have already established a brotherly relationship. In the past, he talked and laughed, drank and talked happily, and had no worries, but at the moment he couldn't catch up.

The hatred of destroying the village and destroying the clan, and the hatred of killing relatives and friends, no one can easily let go. Shanyuan has always had a strong personality, and suddenly knowing his own background and hatred, how can he easily accept it?

The autumn rain is cold, but the ponies are unaware, the distant mountains are hazy, and the sky is gloomy.

Murong Yuxin walked to his side and called softly: "Little Brother Ma, let's go back, the monk will come back if he understands it." ”

The pony sighed and said in a lonely voice, "Go back, the guests are already coming." ”