Towards the end of the afternoon, Qianshan appeared in Qianer's sight, and Qianer ran to his father quickly, because there was his favorite peanut crisp.

"Here!" Qianshan seemed to be ready for a long time, and took out the square paper bag from his bosom. Qian Erhan took it with a smile and opened it, and a smell of oily peanuts came to his nose. Qianer pinched a piece and put it in his mouth, and the peanut crisp melted instantly, making him squint his eyes happily and savor it.

Qianshan took small hands and walked into his own courtyard with Qian'er.

Yueniang walked out of the house: "Why did you come back so late today!"

"I went to the canal wharf today and picked up some loose work, so I came back a little late!" Qianshan put the rice noodles he had exchanged for hunting in the kitchen.

Yueniang stood behind Qianshan and said, "By the way, the patriarch came here in the morning, it seems that he has something to do with you!"

The Qianshan family has always had special respect for the patriarch: "Yes, didn't you ask him, what's the matter?"

"The patriarch said, it's nothing! Strangely, he said it several times in a row!"

"It's a little strange, I'll go to the patriarch later!" After Qianshan put the lid of the rice jar back on, he paused, turned to Yuan Niang and said: "I also encountered a strange thing today, it was hot to work in the morning, so I put my bare arms into battle, and then an elegant boy brother stepped forward to ask me, saying that this black mole on my chest is a good luck!"

Yueniang listened carefully: "Really?"

I smiled and said, this black mole all the men in our village have such black moles! The boy who shook the fan suddenly shook his head and asked me several times, saying that all men have this black mole on their chests!" Qianshan didn't care about this at the time, but now that he thinks about it, it's really a little inexplicable.

I don't know when the sun has set on the mountain, a touch of sunset is particularly dazzling, extraordinarily red, this red is more like blood, the afterglow of the sunset, through the clouds, the blood-red light directly hits the Thousand Illusion Mountain.

On the way into the mountain, a small flower blooms quietly, perhaps waiting for the moth to rise at night, or enjoying the evening dew. Suddenly, the little flower shattered in an instant. A gust of wind blows, and the petals fly out.

Looking closely, twenty horses galloped past the mountain road. The people on the horse were all wearing swords on their backs, wearing linen gray robes and satin, and all of them had a round and broad face, and their faces were murderous! Wherever they passed, the branches and leaves were broken! In a short time, this group of men and horses rushed to Qianjiazhuang.

Although Qianjiazhuang is in the gentle place of the half of the Qianhuan Mountain, the road up the mountain is extremely steep, and the horses come up very rarely, not to mention that it is late at this time, and there is such a large group of people to come here, and the people in the village are curious to come out to watch after hearing the sound of horses' hooves.

The horse stopped, and a person came out of it, looking at this person, with a bear's waist and a tiger's back, a sword and eyebrows, and a horizontal flesh and eyes, standing in front of the horse.

The patriarch walked out from among the villagers of Qianjiazhuang: "The old man is the patriarch of Qianjiazhuang, dare to ask a few adults who come here in the evening, why are they here?"

The leader took off the sword from his back: "Masters, they all come out at night......!

"A few masters..."The patriarch took a few steps forward, "I don't know what we can do in this poor country!"

The leader snorted and pulled out the sword in his hand: "You old man, you still know some reasoning!"

"There's something to say!" The patriarch saw that the momentum was not right, and stretched out three fingers with his right hand.

The people in the village naturally recognized the battle signal from the patriarch, and all of them slowly retreated, and some of them had already picked up their bows and arrows from the house. Qianshan stood on the periphery of the crowd, holding a wooden stick on the side of the road.

Someone in that team of people in Mali said: "Big brother, why are you talking so much with these dirt bags?

"Don't worry, it's not too late to ask before you start!" shouted the leader to the group. After that, he turned to the patriarch and asked, "Old man, let me ask you, do all the men in your Qianjia Village have a black mole on their chests?"

"Several uncles, men in this village, do have a black mole on their chests. This is also known to most of the neighboring villages! It is a birthmark handed down from ancestors. I don't know how many masters asked this ......"

"That's it!" Before the patriarch could finish speaking, he saw the leader shouting, "Do it! brothers!"

In the future, before he could reflect, the patriarch felt a slight chill on his neck, and when he looked at it, a stream of scarlet liquid gushed out!

"Patriarch!" the villagers were stunned when they saw the blood gushing out of the patriarch's neck!

Before the patriarch could see the other party's move, he had already been picked by the opponent's sword and sighed. Today's omen turned out to be like this...... Tribesmen, run away! Save your life! Ancestors bless......

In the ears of the patriarch, the cry gradually weakened, and he was like a stump hollowed out by insects, "knock", and fell to the ground on his back, splashing a slight dust!

"Patriarch, patriarch, patriarch......" The villagers did not expect that this group of people would be so barbaric and kill the patriarch indiscriminately.

Some people were dumbfounded on the spot, they had never seen such a scene at all! The slightly trembling hands in their hands were awakened by the dripping tears, and the anger in their hearts was instantly ignited!

"Revenge the patriarch!" the villagers cried, "Revenge, revenge! You murderous **!

Qianshan's teeth gritted and gurgled, the patriarch was the elder he admired the most since he was a child, he treated him like a parent, unexpectedly, unexpectedly, unexpectedly, was ...... Unforgivable!

With a 'bang', a sword-wielding slaughterer was shocked by the sword in his hand and took a step back. If you look closely, it is a wooden stick, "I, I, I was beaten by a wooden stick and took a step back?

Qianshan was also shocked, he used twelve points of strength to throw this hard, even if it was an adult black blind man, his blow could pass through half of its chest. But, but, but, the person in front of him just took a step back. The power in this was actually dissolved by him?

Qianshan, who had not yet eased his strength, felt a flash of light in front of him, and he instinctively leaned over to dodge.

The person who was thrown by Qianshan was already in front of Qianshan at some point: "Boy, there are two hits!"

"It's so fast!" didn't have time to sigh, Qianshan exerted his feet and kicked backwards.

Qianshan glanced to the side, and what he saw was corpses all over the field, and blood was flowing like a river! Those executioners were still slaughtering expressionlessly: "Auntie, Seventh Auntie, Third Brother, Gourd! Pole! Qi Qing...... Woo!"

Qianshan shouted uncontrollably at his relatives who were lying in a pool of blood, but no one responded.

"Boy, at this moment, they are all waiting for you on the Huangquan Road! Come and suffer death, maybe you can catch up with them, so that you will not be alone! Ha Lu Ha ......" Qian Shan looked up and saw that ugly face.

But his weapons are all at home, and the guy in front of him is faster than his own speed, I don't know how much faster. Can't get out of his body, Qianshan tried his best to dodge the sword light in front of him. But the flesh was still cut in many places on the body, and the blood flowed down the skin like a stream.

"Daddy!" Qian'er, who was crying like a tearful man in the distance, shouted loudly, holding a bamboo bow in his hand.

Qianshan turned around and saw his son, and brought his own bamboo bow: "Run!

"Boy, don't worry about your son, after you are settled, I will send your precious son to the west as well! Don't be grateful to me......!

Qianshan has been hunting in the mountains for so many years, and has fought so many battles with fierce beasts, and he has never felt so hard. One didn't pay attention, and there were more sword marks on his body. The other party seemed to be deliberately teasing, and none of the injuries left on Qianshan's body were fatal wounds.

Instead of taking a bow from Qianshan, he jumped into a few thatched huts and ran away from Qianer. After running away, Qianshan suddenly felt the pressure on his body decrease, and he shouted: "Not good!"

Sure enough, the man did not follow Qianshan to chase after him, but turned around and ran towards Qian'er. I saw that the man jumped and came to Qian'er, how could ordinary people do this. That's at least three or four feet away!

Qian'er was frightened by the person who suddenly appeared in front of him, and collapsed to the ground with an exclamation: "Ah!"

"Boy, no, it's a boy's boy! Uncle, I'll give you a ride first!" the man raised his hand lightly, the amplitude was not large, but it was accompanied by the slightest sword sound. Seeing a sword light, slashing towards Qianshan, Qianshan bitterly hated that he couldn't block this sword for his son, and Qianshan's eyes cracked and shouted: "Stop!

When it was too late, a figure blocked the sword light, in front of Qian'er!'poof', and a blood-colored color spewed out instead of the white sword light.

", godfather! Yes... Godfather!" Qian'er trembled with his hand and supported the crumbling Chizuru!

At this time, Qianshan also came, and it was a kick to fly. The man ducked with the tip of his sword and stepped aside.

Qianshan's tears gushed out again: "Qianzuru! Good... Good brother!"

"Brother, mountain... Elder brother... Don't be so unproductive, the man bleeds without tears!" After saying this, Chizuru couldn't support it and sat on the ground.

Chiyama nodded. Indeed, in his childhood memories, Chizuru never shed a tear! Even the patriarch couldn't do anything about him.

"You're fine. Chizuru wiped the tears on Chira's face, but found that his hands were covered with blood.

Warm blood mixed with thousands of tears, flowed down, "I... I'm fine... Godfather!"

"That's... That's... Run up the hill, remember the last time I took you to the cabin? There's something to eat! Remember, a good man would rather die than give in! Come on... Hurry!"

"Godfather! I ......"

Qianshan roared angrily: "What are you doing here? You want your godfather's blood to be shed in vain!"

"Dad!" Qian'er couldn't hold back anymore and cried, none of this was him, this ten-year-old child should face and accept it.

Qianer threw out the bamboo bow in his hand, Qianshan reached out to catch it, and glanced at his son, the corner of Qian'er's mouth was still sticky with the peanut crisp he had just eaten.

Qianshan shouted at Qian'er's back: "Son, remember your relatives! Remember your enemies! Don't make trouble when you grow up! But don't be afraid!"

Qian'er jumped hard and jumped over a section of the ruins: "Daddy!

"Yo, is this the last words of death? The blood of the two of you, bright red, is very suitable for my painting! Now, I can draw a few more pictures of human blood landscapes! Ha Lu Ha