Dian Jing got the news as soon as possible, and it was difficult to accept this fact for a while, and the six gods passed the news to Murong Xihua without a master.

Seeing that her eyes were empty, Ziyang Zhenren shook her head again and again, sighing.

Lin Lingsu also sighed, although he had never seen the power of firearms, he had the experience of alchemy explosion several times, and he had palpitations about the power of gunpowder. In just a few days, he has been extremely close to Dian Jing, and stepped forward to comfort: "Sister Dian Jing, whether Brother Huangfu was robbed has not yet been determined, you can't cry and hurt your body!"

"Yes, he is so powerful, how could he die so easily!" Dian Jing was like falling into a demon barrier, chattering, ignoring the obstruction of Ziyang's master and apprentice, and sent someone to prepare a car to Jinling overnight.

At the same time, Murong Xihua, who had just handled the matter of Chuansheng, also got the news, and for a while, she gritted her teeth with hatred for the culprit Huang Shang, and rushed to the scene with all her might, wanting to confirm it in person.

The sky was slightly bright, and the two sisters arrived at the edge of the ruins almost at the same time.

Gazing at the sword marks, the two seemed to see the fierceness of yesterday's battle.

As they spoke, they had gone into the ashes.

The whole courtyard had become a piece of ashes, and a scorching smell rose up and hit my nose.

Murong Xihua's face turned pale and shook a little.

Dian Jing was even more unbearable, and she had already cried into tears.

Murong Xihua experienced more in the end, temporarily suppressed the grief in his heart, and began to comfort Dian Jing. In private, Ziyang Zhenren had already told her about the consequences of the dual cultivation of the gods and souls, and the attachment to the emperor's death, Dian Jing was actually even deeper.

After a long time, Murong Xihua was surprised and said, "Strange!"

Dian Jing had already stopped her tears and asked curiously, "Senior sister, what are you strange about?"

Murong Xihua was suspicious: "Judging from his personality, he will never be willing to fall here." Let the flames burn alive. ”

Dian Jing had already accepted the facts, and said sadly: "What's so strange about this? He must have been injured by that big thief in Huang Shang with a thunderbolt cannonball, so he couldn't escape!"

Murong Xihua groaned: "This is not necessarily, we all know that Huangfu Yan is not an ordinary person, you see that the sword marks he left behind are so powerful, just a flame." Maybe ......"

Dian Jing's eyes lit up: "Yes, that bad guy is scheming, I haven't heard of anyone finding his body!"

Murong Xihua was stunned for a moment and began to look up. After some searching, I didn't see the body of Huangfu.

Dian Jing suddenly remembered the golden jade clothes she had seen on Huangfu Yan before, leaned on Murong Xihua's ear, and whispered.

For a while, the two were even more sure of the news that the emperor was still in the world.

It's just that there are many eyes and ears nearby, and they don't dare to show their clues. He hurriedly checked the neighborhood and left the ruins with a sad face, but his heart was relieved.

Half a moon passed in a flash, and the reputation of the emperor's death spread even louder.

The void sword mark left on the ruins has endured for a long time and has become a martial arts myth, and countless people have come to imprint their martial arts with various thoughts.

The snow in Jinling City had begun to melt, and the sword marks were slowly dissipating. Smaller and smaller. In the past few days, few people in the rivers and lakes have come to learn the sword and prove martial arts.

"Orphan, are you also here to learn the sword?" a little beggar of seven or eight years old looked at the down-and-out boy in front of him with disdain and silence looking at the sword marks.

This kid is the younger brother of Long Yue's self-proclaimed "orphan". After refusing to apprentice Fang La, he wandered the rivers and lakes alone and stayed in Jinling City for several days. At this time, seeing that no one came to comprehend the sword again, he secretly touched it, wanting to comprehend a peerless martial art from it.

"Hey, orphan. I'm starving to death, how much money do you have, can you lend me some!" The little beggar said pitifully.

Only then did the orphan turn his head and grin: "Hong Asan, why don't you go to your father to ask for money." Your father is really, he is a lot older, and he is so good at gambling, so you came out to beg for food!"

"Don't say I'm daddy!" the little beggar said viciously, a grunt sounded in his stomach, his expression collapsed, and he flattered: "Orphan hero, you can do well, reward the boy with some silver!"

"Well, the name Orphan Hero is not good!"

"And what do you want to call it, Lone Hero?"

"I haven't thought about this yet, I'll tell you when I think about it!"

......

The two chattered and quarreled a few more words, and the orphan handed Hong Asan a few copper coins.

"Stingy!" Hong Asan scolded and went to the steamed bun shop on the corner of the street.

The orphan shook his head, and began to stare at the sword marks in front of him again.

He wanted to learn peerless martial arts in order to avenge Long Yue, and when he heard that the Beggar Gang was the largest gang in the world, he thought about worshipping the leader of the Beggar Gang as a teacher. But he is a little child who has no way out, where will he see the leader of the beggar gang. This Hong Asan is the fellow practitioner he met when he was looking for the apprenticeship beggar gang.

Hong Asan is the third in line, and there are several younger siblings in the family. His father is an old gambler, and he is often beaten by debt collectors, so it is naturally urgent to learn a skill. Only then did he enter the beggar industry, and he wanted to get close to the water and get the moon first, and he was favored by the bigwigs of the beggar gang and taught a few martial arts. After knowing the orphan's intention, he volunteered to be a guide.

The orphan looked at the sword marks, and although he didn't understand anything, he became obsessed with the way of the sword. His intuition told him that this strange man who left sword marks should be even better than the so-called beggar gang leader. For a while, the idea of apprenticeship was left behind.

When Hong Asan knew what he thought, he scolded him for being a traitor. It's just that the orphan is stubborn, and the things he believes will not change.

Huang Fu naturally didn't know what kind of legend he would create in the future with this sword mark he had no intention of leaving - lonely and defeated!

And although this Hong Asan was not able to be included in the door wall by the beggar gang in the end, one of his younger brothers, who had not yet been born, became the leader of the future generation of beggars - the northern beggar Hong Qigong!

Time flies, and it is the spring of the second year.

Although Dian Jing has never had any news of Huangfu's reappearance in the rivers and lakes, he is even more convinced of the truth that he is still in the world. Knowing that Huangfu was very concerned about Liuli, he sent someone to send her a letter and secretly told her the truth of the matter.

Liuli was frightened for a few days, and after receiving the message from Dian Jing, she finally calmed down for the time being, and put her mind into adapting to her new role now, the young master of the Tang Sect. Although Old Man Tang has a broken leg, his majesty is still there, and he knows that his blood and bones are still there, so he will naturally pass on the position of the master of the door to her.

The new young master of the Tang Sect appeared, and the news naturally reached Shen Xuanji's ears. After the four ghosts returned from the Nameless Valley, they mentioned the existence of Ruri, but they have not found her whereabouts all these years. (To be continued.) )