Thousand Tao Gang. The open space outside the www.biquge.info Juyi Hall was full of coffins. Three hundred and eighty-one coffins.

Shocking.

Sha Zhongyu, who was completely vegan, knelt in front of the largest coffin at the front, his face as silent as water.

It's been seven days and seven nights. Sha Zhongyu didn't close his eyes once, didn't eat a grain of rice, and didn't say a word.

In the three hundred and eighty-one coffins that had been covered with thick longevity ropes, lying were 57 members of Sha Zhongyu's family and 322 top players of the Qiantao Gang. There were also two coffins, which were empty.

Since then, there have been no generals in the Qiantao Gang. Since then, Sha Zhongyu has no relatives.

An old servant who was also full of vegetarian clothes and kneeling behind Sha Zhongyu walked a few steps on his knees, came to Sha Zhongyu and knelt down, and kowtowed to Sha Zhongyu with tears: "Young master, let the old slave go and take the old master's body back! The old slave died in the six doors, and he will also bring the old master's body back!"

Yu Muran stood up in the sand, turned around, looked at the more than a thousand men in front of him, who were all dressed in vegetarian clothes and holding a pole, and said hoarsely in an extremely hollow voice: "Get up the coffin!"

After saying that, Sha Zhongyu turned around and knelt down again, kowtowed a few times to the largest coffin in front of him, then stood up, walked to the coffin, stretched out his hand to hold a longevity rope, and with a force of both hands, he put the coffin on his back and slowly walked towards the mountain.

Several old men who were all dressed in vegetarian bodies stumbled forward, knelt down in front of Sha Zhongyu, grabbed the ground with their heads, and screamed: "Young master, don't!"

Sha Zhongyu stopped, a pair of eyes looking ahead expressionlessly. In the sunken eyes, half of the former brilliance has long been lost.

When a group of old men got out of the way, Yufu in the sand moved forward again. The huge coffin pressed against his unathletic body, and with every step Sha Zhongyu took, a stream of blood would overflow from the corner of his mouth.

Another day later, Sha Zhongyu summoned the Qiantao Gang to discuss the matter, and wanted to swear an oath in blood to avenge Sha Qiantao and the 381 deceased of the Sha family and the Qiantao Gang.

However, the masters of the Qiantao Gang were wiped out, and there were many frightened people in the gang. The oath of blood could not be fulfilled.

The jade in the sand was shocked, hateful, sad, angry, worried, tired, tired, angry, sorrowful, and mournful, and vomited blood three liters on the spot and died. The Qiantao Gang, which has been famous for decades, fell apart in one day.

The night of Sha Zhongyu's burial. Somewhere.

A middle-aged man with a smile on his face all the time asked, "Maybe it's OK?"

An old lady on crutches and wearing a thick cotton coat replied while coughing: "Heavenly King, cough cough, my subordinates have personally tested it." It is the physiognomy and figure of Sha Zhongtian. On the right hand, cough cough, there are calluses left by holding a knife for many years. The position of the calluses is exactly the same as the position of the calluses on Sha Qiantao's hands, but they are more tender. Ahem. Buried together, it was indeed the five old servants of the Sha family. Ahem. ”

The middle-aged man smiled: "That's fine." Three hundred and eighty-seven lives. Almost. ”

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Lujiaya Village. In the midst of the white ground and ashes, a sloppy old man with a wine gourd on his back sighed as he rummaged through the ruins and walls.

Suddenly, the old man's figure moved, and he appeared next to an abandoned well. After listening slightly, the old man jumped lightly and jumped into the well. A moment later, the old man jumped out of the well with an unconscious man on his shoulder.

The old man laid the unconscious man on the ground and brushed away the hair that covered his face. The unconscious man turned out to be a teenager with a little childishness on his face. The young man's clothes were already soaked, and there was a large pool of blood on his chest, which was obviously heavier than the blood in other parts of his shirt.

The old man gently unbuttoned the shirt on the young man's chest, and saw a wound on the left side of the young man's chest, which went straight to the place where the heart was. The old man looked puzzled, stretched out his hand and probed over the young man's left breast, and then on the young man's right breast, and said to himself, "I see. ”

With that, the old man reached out and took out a small dirty bottle from his dirty clothes, poured out some powder, and applied it to the wound on the boy's left chest. Then, the old man picked up the boy again, glanced at the ruins of Lujiaya again, and turned to leave.

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Guanzhong. Zhenwei Dart Game.

This was once the most desirable place in the hearts of countless Guanzhong children.

In the land of Guanzhong, the people have been fierce since ancient times. Since Wang Zhenwei single-handedly wiped out Ma Bufei and his horse thieves, there have been countless Guanzhong sons and daughters who want to join his Zhenwei dart game. As long as Wang Zhenwei returns to the dart game, there will be an endless stream of apprentices, those who apply to join the dart game, and those who come to the door to support the dart.

At this moment, a huge Zhenwei dart game is already empty.

In the hall of the dart game, there were only two people at the moment. An old man in a wheelchair, and a young man with a haggard face. The waists of the two people were still tied with white linen belts.

The old man asked, "It's all arranged?"

The young man replied, "It's all arranged, Uncle Du." ”

The old man asked, "Third child, are you really sure?"

The young man replied, "There is a deep feud in the sea of blood. If you don't report it, you will be the son of man in vain. ”

The old man sighed, "I am already disabled. You're powerless. ”

The young man's eyes flashed with a faint light, and he said, "You don't have to use a knife to kill someone. ”

The old man's eyes flashed, and he reached out and untied the white linen belt around his waist, and said, "Let's go." ”

The young man also reached out and untied the white linen belt around his waist, folded it neatly, and put it in his arms. Then, the young man pushed the wheelchair and slowly walked out of the dart game.

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Late at night. The land of Yanyun, which is thousands of miles away from Tie Zhongheng's camp.

In the whirring wind, two javelin-like figures stood side by side in a large low mound of earth. In the daytime, it is not difficult to see that these uneven, undulating mounds of earth are actually many walls that have long been abandoned.

"Iron Marshal is dead. A figure said.

"Hmm. Another figure said.

"Iron Marshal didn't die in battle. A figure said.

"Hmm. Another figure said.

"The Iron Marshal was poisoned in the midst of all hosts. A figure said.

"Hmm. Another figure said.

"Tie Dashuai's body is still in the six doors. A figure said.

"Hmm. Another figure said.

"The person who can poison the iron handsome, the person who has six doors is not an opponent. A figure said.

"Hmm. Another figure said.

"The pillar is broken in the army, and the divine power should come out. A figure said.

"Hmm. Another figure said.

"Kamui's brothers aren't running out anymore. A figure said.

"Hmm. Another figure said.

"Do you want to recruit some more brothers?" said a figure.

"Hmm. Huh?" said the other figure.

"Do you want to recruit some more brothers?" said a figure.

"The murder weapon of the country must not be revived in the style of personal vendetta and killing. Another figure said.

"Do you want to make a move?" said a figure.

"Hmm. Another figure said.

"Don't wait for Tanhualang and Ye Kai to appear?" said a figure.

"Hmm. Another figure said.

"I'll arrange it. A figure said.

"Hmm. Another figure said.

"I took it personally. A figure said.

"Hmm. Be careful. Divine power cannot be done without you. Another voice said.

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Capital. Ten Princes' Mansion.

An old pedantic-looking man bowed down to a handsome young man dressed in white and said, "Your Highness, please think twice!"

The young man in white had green tendons beating on his forehead, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Think twice! Think twice! If Teacher Tai is in a different place, if this king can't even avenge him, what are you doing as this prince? If Mr. Zeng feels that this king is not worthy of assistance, please find another high!"

The old scholar seemed to be accustomed to the words of the young man in white, his expression remained unchanged, and he continued to bow down and say: "Your Highness is chivalrous and courageous, and it is the master in the heart of the old man. It's just that the stakes are high. The Holy One has summoned Lord Zhong alone. Lord Yu has also come out of the mountain again. The old man believes that the sky is magnificent, and the thief will definitely not be able to escape the punishment of the national law. ”

The young man in white stood up, walked a few steps irritably, and said, "If Zhong Wuregret and Yu Zhaoxin really had a way, Teacher Tai and Tie Dashuai would not have died. No, this king must not sit idly by!"

The old scholar sighed secretly in his heart, bowed down again and said: "If Your Highness really doesn't want to be a watcher, the old man has a discussion, please make a decision." ”

The young man in white stopped and said, "Mr. Zeng, please speak!"

The old scholar said: "Your Highness, why don't you invite the Holy Lord, ask the Ninth Princess to leave the palace and investigate this case with the six gates." ”

The young man in white struck his right fist his left palm and said, "Okay! This method is good! The ninth sister will definitely be able to capture the thief!"

After that, the young man in white said again: "Mr. Zeng, this king wants to learn your martial arts!"

The old scholar said with some embarrassment: "Your Highness, the old and decrepit martial arts are quite ruthless, and it is difficult to enter the hall of elegance. His Royal Highness has learned all righteous martial arts. If you practice the old martial arts, I am afraid that it will hurt the spirit of His Royal Highness. ”

The young man in white said: "Didn't Mr. Zeng often say that there is no good or bad martial arts in itself? If this king learns Mr.'s martial arts, he can also have more self-preservation. Please teach me, sir!" said that, the young man in white bowed to the old pedant.

The old scholar hurriedly bowed to the ground and said, "Your Highness, I can't help it!

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