Looking at the solemn expression of the Great Elder of the Beggar Gang, Bai Ya was stunned again, and a bad premonition came to his heart. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Great Elder, what is the matter with you in such a hurry?" Bai Ya asked as he looked at Great Elder Zhong Tianming.

The Great Elder sighed and replied, "Helper, there is a beggar disciple who has just sent news that he is dead. ”

"What......? Dead?What the hell is going on?" Bai Ya said in a lost voice.

"That's right, gang leader, just this morning, Guan Jian went to the Cold Moon Gang to find Lin Zhihuan to compete, and the two fought for more than 300 rounds, and finally Guan Jian died under the sword of Lin Zhihuan, the leader of the Cold Moon Gang. Hey, the gang leader has been sending people around to look for restraint, but it turns out that it is the end of the case. Great Elder Zhong Tianming sighed again.

Hearing the news of the death of the restraint, Bai Ya was speechless for a while, but his heart was extremely heavy. It can be said that discipline is his mentor and friend, and it is also his year-old friend, the days when he used to suffer together are vivid in Bai Ya's mind, whether it is in Qingfeng Sect or Sangou Village, he takes good care of him. The death of Guan Jian made Bai Ya deeply saddened, and secretly scolded: Old thing, don't you like to run? Why don't you run this time?

"I heard that Lin Zhihuan, the leader of the Cold Moon Gang, is also benevolent and righteous, and after the death of the restraint, he personally buried the restraint, maybe it is a hero who cherishes the hero, even if there is hatred, it will be resolved when the person dies. Great Elder Zhong Tianming said.

Bai Ya was not silent, but turned around and walked towards the market, he was about to buy a jar of fine rice wine.

Bai Ya leaned in front of the grave of the discipline, drank the rice wine in one gulp, and sprinkled a sip of rice wine in front of the grave of the discipline. Bai Ya drank and sprinkled, leaned over and said: "Guan old ghost, in just a few months, now you and I are separated by yin and yang, I know that you have happiness and enmity hidden in your heart; In fact, I know that you have that pride in your bones, you have your dreams, you have your own way, and you have never cared about what others think, even those big people. Guan old ghost, you are really pitiful, such a lonely person has never been lonely in the world, you are happy and free on the surface, shouting and fighting, shouting and killing, indescribable happiness and freedom, but you are a lonely ranger, in the eyes of others has always been. Therefore, you want to prove your existence, you want to prove that you are a famous and famous person in the rivers and lakes, so you can fight if you want to, and kill if you want to. But in the end, you find out that it's not like this, but you really want to prove yourself, so you are very conflicted, you are very hesitant, so you learn to run away, and you don't care about other people's thoughts anymore, you are an old fritter. If you can't win, you will run, in fact, no one will laugh at you, so why should you laugh at you? In the final analysis, you still care about what others think, or do you want to be famous in the rivers and lakes. Guan old ghost, do you think that if you have learned the third form of the Fierce Sword Technique, the Thunderbolt Slash, you will be invincible in the world? You don't have to run away? You can fight with Lin Zhihuan, the leader of the Cold Moon Gang, in a dignified manner?"

Bai Ya continued to pour a sip of rice wine, and seemed to be a little drunk: "I know what you think about the old ghost, you feel that you have run for half your life, tired, tired, and don't want to run anymore, and want to play your own backbone and dignity." Do you think that if you defeat Lin Zhihuan, the leader of the Cold Moon Gang, you will have backbone and dignity? I also know that you don't care about the cold-faced knife stuck in cow dung, you care about your reputation in the rivers and lakes, what do you care about?"

Bai Ya stuck the cold-faced knife in front of the grave, sighed, and said, "I once remembered that you said that this cold-faced knife is your favorite knife, and I brought it over today, so I can be with you every day in the future." I will come to see you on the festival every year, I really want to drink rice wine, give me a dream, the wine is enough. And your old and sick donkey, I will also take good care of it, you sleep well, if there are rivers and lakes under the Yellow Spring, you should be your ranger, because you were born to walk the rivers and lakes. Fierce sword technique, there are still two styles you haven't learned, I'll burn it to you, I hope you are a well-known ambassador who can run away under the Yellow Spring. ”

Bai Ya burned the remaining two styles of the fierce sword technique on the grave of the control, and then remembered that he had not done a very important thing, he took out the "Vientiane Sutra" that he had snatched, exhaled his system, and began to scan and analyze the imprint on the "Vientiane Sutra", and soon erased the imprint.

Put the "Vientiane True Scripture" back into the storage system, Bai Ya subconsciously looked at the sky, and said to himself: One day, I will go to outer space to destroy you, Langyue people, wait, I will destroy all your bases, so that you have no hiding place on the earth, I will drive you back to Langyue Planet, I will do it!

Bai Ya looked at Guan Bin's grave again, he seemed to see Guan Ji smiling at him, as if he saw Guan Ji practicing the remaining two styles of the Fierce Sword Technique. Bai Ya was a little distracted, then smiled as well and turned to leave.

At this time, Cang Qingyue appeared out of nowhere, following Bai Ya, like a loyal guard.

Bai Ya suddenly asked Cang Qingyue, "Uncle Qingyue, do you want to be free, do you want to live a normal life?"

Cang Qingyue was stunned, with a little emptiness in her eyes: "I am a slave of my master, and freedom is not important." ”

Bai Ya sighed, who would want to be someone else's slave? Not to mention that Cangqing still has such a strong man.

Cang Qingyue was silent, and kept following Bai Ya closely, as if there was a trace of clarity in her mind.

Bai Ya has never been disgusted with this group of holy sons, because they are also victims, and Bai Ya wants to help this group of holy sons solve their confusion in this way, so that they can regain their freedom as soon as possible and live a normal life.

"Master, there is a small forest ahead, it is no longer in the realm of Wushengzong, the master needs to be careful from time to time, be careful of any place where there may be an ambush. Cang Qingyue suddenly reminded.

Bai Ya bowed slightly, feeling that Cang Qingyue's words were very reasonable, he immediately took the ultraviolet telescope and scanned it in the grove, and after a while, the corner of Bai Ya's mouth raised a sneer.

"Uncle Qingyue, you really said it, there is a female ghost wandering in the grove, it seems that she has been waiting for us for a long time, since someone is waiting for us, then let's go in and take a walk." Bai Ya said coldly.