Chapter 102, Tombstone

The remnant sun is like blood, and the blood is like the remnant sun.

The wind is blowing, with bleakness and murder.

The killing machine is in the sky, and the killing machine is also by people: Nuan Yu stood at the door for two hours, she was like a spear, standing upright, her expression was cold and solemn, holding the sword in one hand and the long sword at her waist.

She was eight paces from the door, exactly the distance she couldn't hear from the room. There are some things she shouldn't know, so she doesn't behave about it, like the people in the room don't want her to know what's going on in the room.

One thing Nuan Yu can be sure of is that a big thing is being discussed in the room.

She was also sure that the things in the room were extremely unusual and that disputes were about to break out at any moment, so she had a sword in her hand and was ready to kill

- Anyone in heaven and on earth can be killed except for the ink pool!

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Event.

The room is discussing a major event, a major event related to the fate of the world.

Qiao Feng, who had not changed his color after the collapse of Mount Tai, had changed his color. The man in Tsing Yi kept talking, pausing from time to time, and every time he paused, Qiao Feng's face made waves.

There were four jars of wine on the table, all of which were now gone.

The people in Tsing Yi drank two jars, Qiao Feng drank two jars, and the four jars of wine were drunk, and the conversation between Tsing Yi and Qiao Feng was over after two hours.

The conversation was over, but the murderous intent in the room was already filled, as rich as wine.

The man in Tsing Yi grabbed the wine jar and was about to take another sip, but there was no wine in the jar, so the man in Tsing Yi put down the wine jar and looked at Qiao Feng to play with the taste: "Gang Master Qiao, do you know what your situation will be if you agree to this plan with me?"

Qiao Feng said calmly: "I have already agreed, but you also need to pay attention to one thing. ”

The man in Tsing Yi smiled and said, "What's the matter?"

Qiao Feng said: "Whoever can let the people of the world live and work in peace and contentment, I will fight for whom." ”

The people in Tsing Yi laughed loudly and unscrupulously. After a long time, Tsing Yi stopped smiling and said, "Then Gang Master Qiao will wait and see, I believe that the future Da Song will definitely give you a surprise." ”

"The future Great Song?" Qiao Feng frowned, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes: "Could it be that when today's son is seriously ill, it has anything to do with you?"

The man in Tsing Yi had already stood up, walked towards the outside of the room, and said softly: "You still go where you should go and do what you should do, as for the matter of the Great Song Dynasty, I will deal with it." ”

Qiao Feng stood up and didn't move, he looked at the man in Tsing Yi coldly.

After a while, Qiao Feng said: "I will do what I should do, but I need to understand the truth of this matter." ”

The man in Tsing Yi smiled coldly and said, "You really want to know?"

Qiao Feng said: "Naturally. ”

Tsing Yi said: "You don't regret it?"

Qiao Feng didn't say anything, but his firm eyes had proved that he didn't regret it.

The man in Tsing Yi sighed and said, "You should understand that I don't let you know for your own good, because once you know, there is no other choice." ”

Qiao Feng didn't pay attention, he looked at the man in Tsing Yi, he didn't need any other choice now.

The man in Tsing Yi didn't talk to him left and right, and sighed softly: "If you wish, I will tell you." Immediately, Tsing Yi spoke.

Words landed, like thunder.

Qiao Feng was stunned, looking at the man in Tsing Yi in disbelief, looking at the ink pouring pool.

Mo Qianchi walked up to Qiao Feng with a smile, patted Qiao Feng's shoulder, and said meaningfully: "The world will rise again, Qiao Gang Leader, I hope you will put the world first." ”

Mo poured the door open and left.

Nuan Yu followed.

Only Qiao Feng was left in the room.

Qiao Feng was trembling, his legs and hands were trembling all over his body.

Bang.

Qiao Feng sat on the chair, and it was still difficult to hide the frightened look in his eyes.

Qiao Feng sighed deeply and sighed: "If that's the case, what if I, Qiao Feng, have no other choice?"

"The world, the world, I, Qiao Feng, am only for the people of the world in this life, not for anything else!" Qiao Feng took a deep breath, his steps gradually stabilized, and after a few steps, he left the house and wanted to go north.

The two looked at Qiao Feng's figure: Mo Dumping Pond and Nuan Yu.

Seeing that Qiao Feng's figure was far away, Mo Tingchi pointed at Qiao Feng at the warm jade beside him, and sighed softly: "He is a hero, but I am not." ”

Nuan Yu nodded: "Gang Leader Qiao is a hero, Childe is not a hero, the world cannot be without people like Gang Leader Qiao, but there must be no people like Childe." ”

Mo Tingchi laughed, lowered his head and asked the cold girl in front of him, "Why?"

Nuan Yu raised her head and glanced at Mo Tianchi, then lowered her head and said gently: "Gang Master Qiao is a person who has great love because of love, and Gongzi is a person who is ruthless because of great love. ”

"How?"

Nuan Yu said: "Qiao Gang Master is a hero in the eyes of the people of the world, compassion for the common people, pity for the common people!

Mo poured out laughing.

After laughing for a long time, Mo Tingchi looked at Nuan Yu and sighed: "If I can get your words, this life is enough!" He stretched out his hand to look at the blue sky and muttered to himself: "Merit is built on corpses, glory is built on blood, and prosperity is built on blood? What about peace in the world? Only under the cultivation of endless darkness and infinite blood can it grow vigorously and have a solid foundation." ”

Nuan Yu lowered her head, clenched her fists, and said a sentence in her heart, which almost everyone in Wenyi Longyuan was accustomed to reciting: "Don't hesitate to die." ”

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Suzhou, Wenyi Longyuan.

Wenyi Longyuan is quiet and peaceful, like a paradise.

The servants and guards in the villa were in good order, carrying out various tasks, and everyone was very happy on their faces, they were proud to be born in Wenyi Longyuan, and proud to die in Wenyi Longyuan.

Luo Wentao stood in the backyard of Wen Yi Longyuan.

In addition to the stone tablet, there was another person in front of him, a person who overflowed with dignity all over his body.

Luo Wentao didn't look at the man, just looked at the backyard silently and calmly, looking at the scenery of the backyard.

What is in the backyard of Wenyi Longyuan? Many people in the martial arts were very curious, but none of them could get the permission of the ink pouring pool to enter the backyard.

The backyard is a forbidden place, a forbidden place that no outsiders are allowed to set foot in.

At the beginning, Mo Dumping Chi took Xu Chongxiao, Xuan Lin and other martial arts celebrities to visit Wenyi Longyuan, but he didn't bring them into the backyard of Wenyi Longyuan.

Someone once asked, and Mo Dump Chi gave an answer: only people from Wenyi Longyuan can enter the backyard of Wenyi Longyuan, and anyone else who breaks in will not be killed.

At that time, Xu Chongxiao and the others didn't care, it was just an excuse, but in fact?

Wen Yi Longyuan's guards, servants, and maids can even do anything to carry out this order, including death.

In the backyard, only the people of Wenyi Longyuan have almost a glimpse of the 'beautiful scenery'.

There are no flowers and green grass in the backyard, no treasures, and it is desolate.

Rows of tombstones stand in the backyard yard.

Anyone who walks into this backyard will feel eerie, there are so many tombstones.

One hundred and thirty-three tombstones, layer upon layer, construct the desolate backyard into a ghostly mound.

Luo Wentao stood in the backyard, silently looking at the stone tablet with and without name in front of him, his expression sad and solemn.

Standing for half an hour, Luo Wentao was silent.

There was a person in front of him like Luo Wentao, silent, his expression was heavy and cold, he looked down at the stone tablets like a forest, and finally the man sighed, bowed and saluted, and then said: "There are already one hundred and thirty-three tombstones, I don't want to add another one, and I don't want to pay tribute to you here in the future." ”

Luo Wentao laughed, he walked to the stele and kicked down, touched the inscription of the stele, and sighed: "It is glory rather than misfortune to be buried here, so even if you come here one day to pay respects, I hope you are solemn and solemn, not heavy and depressed." ”

Big purple clothes.

The man was dressed in purple, shook his head solemnly, and sighed: "I have asked Jingzhi, Wang Sun, and Baichuan, and they have also given the same answer, if you die, you will bury Wenyi Longyuan, hehe, what a simple and depressing and shocking words at the same time." ”

Luo Wentao stood up calmly, glanced at the big purple clothes, and then looked down at the stone tablet.

The stele is engraved with a line of blood-red words: The Tomb of Chen Guyan.

Chen Guyan, perhaps someone has forgotten this name. Maybe everyone who remembered this person would show unprecedented disdain for Chen Guyan, but the people who were Wen Yi Longyuan were different, they only had shock in their eyes when they looked at this person.

Without this person, the world would not be where it is today.

A person who is willing to leave a stench for his faith for 10,000 years should be honored no matter what, even if this memorial is known only to a very few people, and will eventually be buried in history.

"Take back your senseless emotion, if you have spare time, think about the things that Gongzi told you before leaving, you should know his character very well, if you can't do this thing, not only are you not qualified to be buried here, he is not even qualified to enter Wenyi Longyuan again. Luo Wentao restrained his emotions and said coldly.

After speaking, the man turned and left the backyard.

Dressed in a big purple robe, the indescribably expensive young man smiled, looked down at Chen Guyan's stone stele, and couldn't help but think of the picture of that day in his mind.

Chen Guyan had just died that day.

This new grave was added to the backyard and this tombstone was erected.

He accompanied Mo Dump Chi here.

Late that night, Mo Pour Pool held a jar of wine and drank wine against the stone tablet.

One mouthful, two mouthfuls, ten mouthfuls, 100 mouthfuls.

I don't know how many sips I drank, but the wine in the wine jar was gone, and Mo Dumping Pool was always silent.

Mo Tingchi stood up and said to him, "Let's go!"

He was stunned for a moment: "Don't you worship for a while?"

Mo Tingchi glanced at the stone tablet and said lightly, "Is it useful? ”

He didn't say a word, he didn't go.

Mo Tingchi didn't leave, looked at him coldly, pointed behind him, and said, "Do you know how many stone tablets there are here?"

He said, "One hundred and thirty-three." ”

Mo poured into the pond and said, "Do you remember the name of everyone on the stone tablet?"

He was silent for a moment, shaking his head, sweat already dripping.

Mo Dump Chi directly knocked him out with a kick, his chest was dented, and blood flowed.

"True worship is to worship from the heart, not to the surface. Mo poured out the pond and said a person, and the man turned away and looked at him no more.

That night, he did not leave the backyard of the one hundred and thirty-three stone tablets.

He stood silently in the backyard, Luo Wentao had already left, he still stood for a long time, muttering to himself, chanting for about two quarters of an hour before stopping, then bowed deeply, and then turned to leave.

This person did not recite any Buddhist scriptures or Taoist scriptures, but only the names of the owners of the 133 stone tablets, and the 133 people were exactly the same, and one of them was good.

When the recitation is finished, the person leaves.

Backyard, front yard, gate.

In front of the dragon yuan.

The man stopped and glanced at Wen Yi Long Yuan deeply, then turned around and walked to the BMW that had already been prepared.

Whips flying, horseshoe flying, dust flying.

The person left Wenyi Longyuan and headed towards Bianliang.

Luo Wentao stood in a dark place at the door of Wenyi Longyuan, silently sending the old man in front of him away.

In this life, we will either not see each other, or we will see each other again as strangers.

The person disappeared from sight, and Luo Wentao returned to the villa with an expressionless face.

A new round of tasks has begun.