Qiao Feng returned the salute with his fists, spread his hands evenly, solemnly took the double blade, and handed it to Wu Changfeng at his side, before he spoke: "Sister-in-law, be careful." He slapped his hand on the coffin, and the coffin scattered.

Rain-soaked clothes, slightly dignified. Chu Feng adhered to the guiding ideology of "if you don't look at her, you will be remembered by her careful eyes and then you will be ruined", Chu Feng looked at her twice seriously, and then turned his head a little weakly. In fact, he thought too much, and everyone only thought that Chu Feng was a little surprised that Mao was not Ma Dayuan's body in this black coffin.

Chu Feng looked at the elders around him, as well as Qiao Feng and even Shan Zheng, except for the relief that the great revenge had been avenged, they all looked calm, and asked very seriously in a low voice: "The big guys know everything?"

Shan Zheng nodded.

"It's just a matter of hiding it from me......" Chu Feng muttered, and then asked, "Sun Sanba passed it back?"

Shan Zheng continued to nod, not knowing whether to answer the previous sentence or the latter sentence.

Chu Feng's voice was not loud, but now at the head of the bridge, except for Kang Min, who had just come out of the black coffin, they were all first-class masters in the martial arts, and they heard Chu Feng's careful thoughts clearly. Several elders smiled and didn't speak, but Qiao Feng walked up to Chu Feng's side, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Let's hurry." ”

The black coffin here is fake, and what Chu Feng encountered in Luoyang City is naturally true. Naturally, the rush is to chase that team.

The rain slowly became heavier, and Chu Feng, who was riding a big horse and wearing a robe, admired the courage of Xixia Yipintang a little again. After passing Yishui, less than two miles away, in a small courtyard that looked very inconspicuous, three or five beggars were stationed with disciples, and there were more than ten tall horses. It's just that those few beggar gang disciples waited until Chu Feng and them left, and they were still a little stunned, the gang leader and elder or something, they didn't see any of them in normal times, but this time they all saw them all.

Chu Feng had never ridden a horse "before", he took a carriage from Dali to Jincheng, and relied on his legs from Jincheng to Luoyang. When he first rode the horse today, Chu Feng was still quite excited, but when he galloped on the horse, he was ashamed to find that his riding skills were actually the worst. Others don't say it, even Kang Min, who looks like a little white flower, is much better at riding than him. But fortunately, Chu Feng's light skills are good, and he is not afraid of falling off when he throws it around on the horse's back.

Marshall people did not stop, changed horses three times in a row, and when Chu Feng and his party caught up with the genuine "Spirit" team in Luoyang, Xinyang was already very close. The two teams are one, and the movement is a little slower. Ma Dayuan's hometown is thirty miles away in the western suburbs of Xinyang, and the people in the rivers and lakes may leave one day, and the cemetery that Ma Dayuan set for himself in advance is near his hometown.

The heroes who came to worship Ma Dayuan from all walks of life stayed in Luoyang, so when they arrived at the Xinyang realm, they were a lot cleaner. When it was time for Ma Dayuan to be buried, Chu Feng was a little surprised to find that the martial arts people who came to play soy sauce seemed to be the only two people, himself and Shan Zheng.

However, Chu Feng is no longer in the mood to close Ma Dayuan's business.

The people in the martial arts, doing things extremely neatly, opened the tomb that had been built, and pushed the black coffin containing the bones of Ma Dayuan. After the tomb is closed, the head of the crane in the clouds is presented, and this matter is settled. Chu Feng was a little regretful that he couldn't see Ma Dayuan for the last time, and then he quickly despised his heavy taste again.

Ma Dayuan's home is three miles east of the cemetery.

Surrounded by a small river, three small tiled houses, and two weeping willows welcome guests.

A very ordinary farmhouse courtyard, a small flat land in front of the door, seems to be a farmer's grain drying field.

Kang Min looked at the courtyard gate, and tears fell again.

Qiao Feng and the others looked at the few deep pits on the small flat ground in front of the door, and they were also silent, and they didn't know how to persuade Kang Min. Before the tenth month, Ma Dayuan was still a brother and sister to everyone, and he roamed the rivers and lakes. But time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it is a quiet and eternal separation.

Kang Min cried for a while, turned his head with red circles, looked at Qiao Feng and they were also sad, and reluctantly smiled: "I avenged Da Yuan today, I should be happy......!" Please!"

And they all went down and entered the guest hall.

The doll in Bai Shijing's arms slept for half an hour, and then cried again, and everyone laughed at him when they heard the child's cry. By the time the beggar helped the elder coax the child, hot tea was served, and a small bowl of batter was prepared for the little doll.

Seven or eight days uninhabited, a thin layer of dust had accumulated in the main hall, thinking that the owner of the house had died, but everyone was troubled. Several people in the house are Ma Dayuan's old brothers, but they don't avoid suspicion, drink tea, go to the back hall, and help Kang Min set up Ma Dayuan's mourning hall. Heroes from all walks of life connected with the beggars to help their brothers, and hung up the hut to the brim.

Chu Feng and Shan were waiting for the mourning hall to be set up before they went in and put on a stick of incense.

Several people in the room had their own duties except for Chu Feng, and after a few words of greeting, everyone said goodbye one after another, and Kang Min did not stay much.

The night is dark and the wind is high and there is no moon.

A group of eight people rushed back to Xinyang from the western suburbs of Xinyang. Next door to Chu Feng is Bai Shijing, and the little doll's cries from time to time have been preaching a sense of existence, and this room should have been single. But Chu Feng and the others had just arrived in Xinyang, and a beggar helped the disciple send a letter, saying that there was something wrong with the single brother Luoyang. Chu Feng looked at the trace of shame that flashed on Shan Zheng's face, and estimated that it was Shan Xiaoshan. Although this product has rough skin and thick meat, but the whip of Shan Zheng is estimated to have hurt his vitality, and the iron-faced judge who tossed his son as an illegitimate child rushed back to Luoyang overnight. Shan Zheng walked in a hurry, only said hello to a few people, turned over and got on the horse, and didn't even enter Xinyang. Chu Feng didn't care too much about sending Deputy Gang Leader Ma for a ride, so it was actually a very unscientific thing to send him back to his hometown, because he felt as if he was sick. Lovesickness is definitely not such a thing; as a martial arts person, it is impossible to get a fever and cold when it rains; Chu Feng feels that there seems to be something wrong with his internal strength.

In fact, when he was on the road, Chu Feng felt that something was wrong, the internal force should be galloping, but when he reached the right shoulder, he would be sluggish. At that time, it was very difficult to walk, and the wound on his shoulder that was scratched by Hegang in the clouds, although it was no longer hideous after a simple bandage, it still reminded Chu Feng that "you are injured".

Next door to Chu Feng is Bai Shijing, who is fighting with children for love. The other elders, Chu Fengwei didn't seem to have spoken to them. When Chu Feng was debating whether to go to Qiao Feng to ask about the situation, Qiao Feng's bold voice had already sounded behind him, and said, "Brother Chu, what are you doing in the middle of the night?"

Chu Feng turned around, Qiao Feng's very oppressive figure appeared from the stairs of the inn, and then walked over. However, Chu Feng listened to Qiao Feng's words, and decisively felt as if he was about to do something discordant, and then he caught him.

"Will you drink?" Qiao Feng waved the wine jar in his hand.

Chu Feng was so happy when he heard it that he even threw aside what seemed to be his internal injury, and said happily: "Yes!"

PS: The mood is a little wrong, so I'll start with this chapter today.