"From now on, I swear that I will not kill Chu Tiankuo and live this life in vain!"

"There's something strange about it. At that time, wasn't Chu Tiankuo abolished his martial arts by the old owner of Chu?"

"Sure enough, it is the same Chu family, how many people are willing to accept this punishment? What's more, the Ling family suffered a catastrophe, and Chu Yuan Daxia never said anything about punishing the murderers. Even if Chu Tao, this kid, finds Chu Tiankuo, he will definitely have the same tone as you. What I saw was: Chu Tiankuo was still alive, but my family was dead. The long-pent-up resentment in the strong man's chest instantly erupted and stirred into a wild roar.

Xie Junhe sneered: "But even if you kill him, your family will be able to come back to life?"

A mournful cry, with a long tone. The tragic death of his family seems to have become a knot in his heart that he can't let go. For decades, he practiced martial arts only for revenge. It seems that finding Chu Tiankuo has become his only hope of survival.

"Now that all the relatives are gone, the Ling family is alone, alone, just to find Chu Tiankuo and end this grievance!"

Xie Junhe listened to the story silently, but suddenly felt that the person in the story was like himself. When Su Su had an accident, he only thought about the word revenge, but his life became more and more painful. "Save it, you can't even beat me, how can you teach that bastard old man a lesson?, what do your family think when they see you alive like this......" He stretched out his hand and grabbed the strong man's arm.

The strong man pushed him away and said angrily: "For many years, I have traveled south and north, I am only looking for him! There is nothing else to think about except revenge!"

"Then do you know how Chu Tiankuo treats you?"

"Doesn't he want me dead?"

"You took a sword from me by the long river, and you almost died, and he saved you. ”

The strong man was slightly stunned, and then a hesitant expression appeared: "Heh! You went all the way with him! I don't believe it." He said.

"You have been chasing and killing him for so many years, if he really wants to kill you, can you have a life?"

The strong man's hesitation became even thicker, his whole face was covered in fog, and he was deeply silent.

Xie Junhe changed his words: "But the old monster didn't think it had gone far, and there was still the smell of wine in the wind." We've searched around, and we might be able to find him. ”

"You're not afraid of my revenge?"

"Huh, do you have the confidence to hurt him in front of me?"

Ling Yuansheng was so choked that he couldn't speak, so he had to follow him and run all over the mountains. Xie Junhe followed the faint smell of wine and vague footprints, and went deeper into the mountains and forests—this direction was neither Duanjiazhai in the west nor the long river in the north, where the mountains were stacked and the purple mist was misty.

A deep valley wandered between the purple mist, and the dog's teeth were intertwined, stretching into the more unfathomable mountains, and the sound of water rumbled. Xie Junhe remembered a little that the first time he came to the Song family's fire ground, it was this road. Along the stream, he sat on the old man's bamboo raft and circled in an unknown circle. Here, he met Mo'er, as well as the innocent villagers, and there was a "iron dust trick" that has not been solved so far.

Now there is only deathly loneliness here, no sweaty cultivators, and no clear pastoral songs. Just like the Broken Soul Rock and the Netherworld Bridge hidden in the depths of the mountain, all living things have been devoured by that unknown power.

He suddenly wanted to go back to the village—since the old man was able to send him to the neighborhood, it was clear that he had some connection to the village as well.