Zhou Qinghai stood on the top of Xiaohu Mountain, looking at the sky in the distance, thinking about the past grievances and hatreds, and those benefactors, family members, and enemies in his life clearly appeared in front of him one by one. The place where his voice is remembered is the place where his master died tragically, and where his sword was left. Zhou Qinghai acted chivalrous and righteous, and was above board, who was framing him and why was he framed. Zhou Qinghai thought of the kind teacher, and his dry eyes slowly moistened. On this mountaintop, where there is only him, he can not pretend to be strong, he can relax his vigilance a little. A group of people and horses covered the sky from the sky to Xiaohu Mountain, and those people he was familiar with or unfamiliar with on the horses had hideous faces, some wanted to hang treasure swords, some had fierce eyes, some grinned teeth, and the serpentine swords flashed in their greedy eyes, and they kept shouting that for the sake of the world's martial arts, seize the serpentine sword, and return the world to peace. Crowds, horses, swords, etc. came to Xiaohu Mountain one after another to kill Zhou Qinghai. Zhou Qinghai, a handful of weapons in various ways, fatally killed Zhou Qinghai. Zhou Qinghai turned around and looked at Lin Yuanhai, who was busy at the foot of the mountain. Lin Yuanhai is moving large round stones one by one, and they are regularly placed on the top of the mountain. The big rock is facing the intersection of the mountain. The intersection that only allowed one person to pass through the middle of the hill was blocked by Lin Yuanhai with stones, and a thick rope was tied to the blocked stone, and when the rope extended to the side of the hillside, it was extended four or five meters upwards, and it was tied by other ropes in the middle, and it was regularly arranged upward on the hillside. All sections of the rope were tied to a thick, sharpened log that pointed to the only passage halfway up the hill. Lin Yuanhai panted and walked up to the top of the mountain and told the master that everything had been arranged according to the master's instructions. Zhou Qinghai turned around and continued to look into the distance. Zhou Qinghai asked Lin Yuanhai if there was any news of cucumbers. Lin Yuanhai told Zhou Qinghai that after the cucumber went down the mountain to inquire about the news according to the master's instructions, there has been no reply so far. Lin Yuanhai then said that something would happen to the cucumber, so it was better for him to go down the mountain to find out the news that the cucumber and the master wanted. Zhou Qinghai counted the days in his heart, and told the cucumber that he didn't need to go down the mountain, the cucumber has lived in the uninhabited valley for ten years, and his voice and smile have changed a lot, not to mention that he was just a small person who was not famous in the rivers and lakes before, with the light skills and martial arts of the cucumber, there will not be too much risk, I calculated the day when the cucumber went down the mountain in my heart, and the cucumber is estimated to be coming soon. After saying this, a "Senior Brother, Master" sounded at the entrance of the passage under the mountain, I was blocked in the mountain pass, you quickly open the passage and let me in. Lin Yuanhai said that the master is really a god operator, so he will go and pull the junior brother up. Lin Yuanhai came to the entrance of the passage and told the cucumber that the passage could not be opened. Cucumber asked Lin Yuanhai how he got in. Lin Yuanhai picked up an unused rope on the ground, threw the rope to the other side of the passage, and asked the cucumber to hold on to the rope, and Lin Yuanhai brought him over. After being pulled to the large stone above the mouth of the passage, the cucumber jumped lightly from the stone and jumped down. In order to plan smoothly in real time, Lin Huanhai pulled the cucumber to the hillside above the entrance of the passage, let the cucumber watch the formation arranged by the master, and after returning to the top of the mountain, let the cucumber see the big stone on the top of the mountain. Cucumber walked up to the master in admiration and told the master that the Sun Moon Sect and the Tiger Gate were stationed in a place fifty miles away to the north, and it was estimated that it would not be long before they would come to seize the master's snake sword. As Zhou Qinghai expected, once the snake sword reappears in the rivers and lakes, it will definitely set off a bloody storm, and Zhou Qinghai can just take the opportunity to kill the enemies and hypocrites he wants to kill. And now there are only two major sects under the mountain, the Sun Moon Sect and the Tiger Sect, which is the best situation. Zhou Qinghai expected that if any sect got the news of the snake sword, it would definitely kill the bandit leader and prevent the news from walking in the world, so as to swallow the snake sword alone, practice the snake sword, and thus eliminate or annex other sects, and order the heroes of the world to climb the world with the accumulated bones of other sects in the rivers and lakes, and drink the blood of others to realize their own desires. Now only the Tiger Gate and the Sun and Moon Sect came to seize the Snake Walking Sword, and with Zhou Qinghai's arrangement and the martial arts of their master and apprentice, it was not very difficult to defeat them. It's just that this time he can't kill all the people of the Sun Moon Sect and the Tiger Gate, he has to let a few of these people spread the rivers and lakes all over the world, and then Xiaohu Mountain will face a siege by the world's martial arts, and Xiaohu Mountain may not be able to live. The setting sun crumbled in the western sky, and the red sunlight stained several surrounding clouds with blood. Cucumber and Lin Yuanhai saw that it was getting late, and went to the kitchen to make dinner. After dinner was ready, Cucumber called Zhou Qinghai to eat. Zhou Qinghai took back the martial arts people from the rivers and lakes who had been watching, and said one word "kill" in his mouth.

Zhou Qinghai was lying in the snow, his body was almost stiff, and the instinct to survive made Zhou Qinghai's hands mess around in the snow, and slowly Zhou Qinghai's hands became stiff. Zhou Qinghai closed his eyes and told himself with the only little consciousness that forget it, even if his poor life escaped this time, he won't be able to escape next time, it is a matter of one day before he dies, and the sooner he dies, the sooner he will reduce the pain, and he can see his father and mother one day earlier, and then enjoy his mother's warm embrace and father's strong arms again. Zhou Qinghai lost the last bit of consciousness and closed his eyes. A room with a blazing fire, warm in winter. A child was lying under the covers, breathing heavily. The door creaked, and a woman walked to the bed with a bowl of hot ginger soup, and the woman helped Zhou Qinghai, who was still unconscious, and fed Zhou Qinghai a small spoonful of ginger soup. The warm fire and the steaming ginger soup finally awakened Zhou Qinghai's consciousness, Zhou Qinghai looked at the gorgeous house vaguely, the beautiful woman in front of him, thought that he had met his mother in heaven, and shouted happily in a weak voice. The woman was overjoyed, looked at the poor child, and asked the maid beside her to bring her a bowl of broth. The maid handed the broth to the woman, and the woman fed Zhou Qinghai with a small spoon. Zhou Qinghai had never drunk delicious broth, swallowed the broth in the spoon in one gulp, the woman smiled, looked at the greedy Zhou Qinghai, handed the bowl to Zhou Qinghai, Zhou Qinghai gulped the broth, and drank the broth in a while. The woman asked the maidservant to serve two bowls of broth again, and both bowls of broth were drunk clean by Zhou Qinghai. After drinking, the tired Zhou Qinghai fell asleep again.