Early in the morning of the seventh day, the sun was still half-covered.

"Fifth Master, Seventh Master and the others are back!"

Accompanied by the gatekeeper's shouts, a large number of women and children from the Wu family surged out of the open yard, all of whom were excited and nervous, fearing that someone would be missing.

Wu Liang returned with eight corpses that day. The eight families were heartbroken and no one could withstand such a blow.

Sweeping through the exhausted Wu family one by one, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief, but Wu Liang's second aunt in the crowd changed drastically, jumped out and grabbed the fifth master's arm and said shrillly: "My tiger son

Woolen cloth!"

Master Qi's lips moved slightly, but he sighed and couldn't speak.

Aunt Wu Liang's second body suddenly became soft, her eyes turned pale and she was about to faint. Fortunately, the fifth master helped her and hurriedly said, "That boy Erhu is fine, I'll be back later."

Aunt Wu Liang, who was about to faint, recovered instantly and angrily said, "Master Qi is scared to death. Hu Zi's father left early. If something happens to Hu Zi, I'll just do it.

Forget it if you die.”

As he said that, he spat a few more times, slapped his cheek, and said repeatedly: "When talking nonsense, the tiger is as strong as a calf, how can there be any trouble?"

The fifth and seventh masters were not in the mood to say much to her. Everyone looked at the white curtain in front of the door, and their eyes suddenly turned red.

"Lao Jiu, little madman, Gou Shun, Parkson..."

After thinking about the names of these deceased children one by one, tears slowly dripped in the eyes of Master Qi. He knelt on the ground and crawled and crawled and cried and said, "We are sorry for you, old man, I am sorry for you!"

The little five people next to him hurriedly helped Master Qi up. Master Wu also comforted him: "Lao Qi, don't do this, otherwise Lao Jiu and the others would not be at ease leaving."

"Fifth Brother!" Master Qi burst into tears and cried, "It's all me, an old guy, that has dragged everyone down. If it weren't for me, Lao Jiu and Parkson wouldn't have left like that!"

The fifth master patted Qi's shoulder, and a trace of tears flashed in his eyes. He recalled that the group of bastards suddenly attacked the Wu family's residence that day, and Qi's master who chatted with Lao Jiu and others on the outside was the first to die.

It wasn't Lao Jiu and Parkson who sacrificed their lives to save them. I'm afraid there was one Qi Ye lying in the yard today.

As the Qi Ye cried, the returning Wu family and the left-behind women and children suddenly burst into tears and sobbed.

After a long time, the fifth master wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and shouted in a deep voice: "It's all quiet, the Wu family is bleeding but not crying!"

After glanced at the Qi Master who was blood-red and exhausted with his eyes, the fifth Master's eyes flashed with worry and said seriously: "Lao Qi. Now is not the time to be sad. It's important to do things!"

The face of Qi Master was still mourning, but his spirit was cheered up, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Yes, now is not the time for the old man to fall down. If you don't take revenge, the old man will not be willing to die!"

Everyone suddenly became energetic. The fifth master felt relieved when he saw this. Then he looked at Huang Zhong who was going out to greet him and said, "I've caused trouble for Brother Huang."

Huang Zhong shook his head repeatedly and whispered: "The family doesn't speak two families, the fifth master. Now the main business is important, and the Wu family is still waiting for you to take charge of the overall situation."

When the fifth master heard this, his face changed slightly and he reluctantly said, "Where is Liangzi and the others?"

"The third master has not returned yet. Sanlong has also gone far away not long ago and has not been able to contact him. Mr. Wu locked himself in a secret room since his last return. Now the Wu family is..."

The group of dragons behind were headless, and people were panicked. Huang Zhong didn't say it after all, but why did the fifth master not understand? He immediately frowned and said, "The three dragons are on a long journey?"

Huang Zhong nodded, and the fifth master did not ask again, but said worriedly: "How is Liangzi?"

"I don't know, no one can get close to Mr. Wu's seclusion room, but Mr. Wu will not show up again, I'm afraid..."

"I'm afraid something!" The fifth master suddenly rose and he said angrily: "Can those beasts dare to bully them again? Even if the whole family of my Wu family is destroyed, they will never let those beasts be able to make good!"

Huang Zhong was beaten by the murderous intent of the fifth master, and his face was pale, and his fear flashed in his eyes. What a strong murderous intent. Are these people an angel who came from heaven or a devil who returned from hell?

Looking back at the time when I was innate, these Wu family members were just ordinary mountain people, but now they are only in the master realm. These former local farmers have become the Three Flowers Venerables. Things in the world are really wonderful.

The jealousy in his heart flashed and was soon left behind by Huang Zhong. Seeing that the fifth master was angry, Huang Zhong hurriedly advised him: "Fifth master, don't be anxious. Huang is not worried about the others' unsatisfied, but about Mr. Wu.

No matter how strong the warrior is, he has not been able to get in for seven consecutive days. He is worried that Mr. Wu will hurt his body."

The fifth master was slightly silent for a moment, and after a long time, he turned around and instructed: "You go to the mourning hall first, I'll go see Liangzi, don't forget the lesson this time!"

After saying that, he ignored his old woman and daughter's expectant eyes and walked straight to the backyard.

...

Backyard, secret room.

When the fifth master pushed open the dusty iron door, a stream of smoke rose up in the secret room.

The fifth master looked at Wu Liang who was still distracted in the corner and frowned, "Boy Liang, what are you doing? Are you still in a daze now?"

Wu Liang looked up at the fifth master in a daze, smiled dryly, and murmured for a long time: "I'm not dazed, I'm just a little confused."

"What can't figure it out?"

"There are too many places I can't figure out, where did I come from? Did everything happen in the past really happen? Is it just a dream of Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly or a dream of Huang Liang? Is it right or wrong for the Wu family to enter the martial arts world? Now, the dead uncle and brother

I could have raised children and had a happy life in peace, but now I am just the remains of my body..."

"Enough!"

The fifth master interrupted Wu Liang's rumors and shouted with a gloomy face: "What's there to be that I can't understand! This world is like people eating people. If you don't eat others, others will eat you! Lao Jiu and the others are leaving, but they

I never regretted it before leaving! How can men in the Wu family be greedy for life and fear death? Men should have been like this. Even without you, how could the Wu family live a good life!"

Ignoring Wu Liang's loss of consciousness, the fifth master said impatiently: "You said that you will open a mourning hall today, and everyone is back, just waiting for you. Can you not let Lao Jiu and the others live in peace in the last journey?"

Wu Liang opened his mouth slightly, and after a long time, he murmured: "Don't you really blame me?"

He has never been so lost in his past life, from beginning to end, because of him. If he hadn't provoked the sects everywhere, if he hadn't been arrogant and arrogant, if he hadn't been showing off his strength, the Wu family wouldn't have reached this point today.

From the day Wu Sanlong brought him back, he kept pushing the Wu family into the abyss.

The third master did not know life or death, eight uncles and brothers died, and others were injured and disabled. In fact, he should have expected all this.

But in the end he could not avoid this tragedy. All he brought back were eight broken bodies, and eight broken families.

"Stop talking nonsense! Since we have walked this path, we naturally expected that there would be such a day. It was not yours to take on this path, but the blood shed by our ancestors or the restless blood! We bandits started our family,

What have you never seen before? This little setback will defeat you?"

The fifth master gritted his teeth and snorted: "I had dozens of brothers and you, and I, at the time, were there only a few of us left! Is it really that they don't live long? Is it because we

The Wu family is not born to like to be contented, so they are all dead!"

"It's a good thing that the third brother treats you as the leader of the Wu family. If you are defeated by this little setback, then our Wu family will not be far from death!"

...

The fifth master became more and more excited as he spoke, and in the end he became even more stern and almost came forward to beat someone up.

Fortunately, Wu Liang was moved after all. I don’t know if he was afraid that the fifth master would beat him up or that he couldn’t stand the fifth master’s loud voice. Wu Liang patted his butt and stood up, wiped the face of the fifth master spraying him.

Spitting and dry, "I figured it out, keep your old principles and talk about them next time."

After saying that, Wu Liang hurried out to the door without caring about the discolored old face of Master Wu.

...

In an open-air mourning hall, eight coffins are placed horizontally in a row, which makes them look a bit cunning.

The wide field was full of old and young people. Everyone in the Wu family wore mourning clothes, looking at the warriors and politicians who came to worship with a strange silence.

The Wu family's funeral was opened today. Whether it is political leaders or martial arts families in various places, the heads of wealthy families came to pay their respects.

Although there were many people, the field was a bit quiet and abnormal. Even the breathing sound could be heard clearly without any strange sounds.

When Feng Yi brought everyone in Longwu Bureau to burn incense, Wu Liang, who had been acting as a sculpture, suddenly opened his eyes and said mechanically: "Director Feng, thank you for your help!"

Feng Yi nodded reluctantly and said dryly: "You don't have to be polite to the Heavenly Lord..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Wu Liang and said, "I am not polite, I just want to ask why there are so many outsiders in the Hualong Pass this time!"

Feng Yi's face changed slightly. Seeing that everyone around him looked at him with a sympathetic look, he couldn't help but feel numb: "I don't know, I'm afraid the Heavenly Lord has asked the wrong person."

Wu Liang did not comment. Just as Feng Yi was moving in and out of the valley, a darkened sword of the sky led everyone from the Shenwu District to slowly walk out of the door. He first bowed to several coffins, and then whispered to Wu Liang:

Wu Liang, I am mourning and following changes.”

Wu Liang nodded slightly, stopped looking at Feng Yi, looked at Zangtian Sword, and slowly said, "Thank you, Zang is old."

Although the Zangtian Sword was in charge of the Wu family and did not help, after all, they were also afraid of the enemy. Otherwise, the Wu family would have been attacked, and the Wu family would have been gone.

After leaving that day, the strongest people of the Wu family were only a few left-behind masters. If they were really attacked, the Wu family would become rootless duckweed and would sooner or later be destroyed in this wave.

Zangtian Jian was also indifferent to Wu Liang's gratitude. After Wu Liang thanked him, he whispered: "If you have something to do, you can find the old man at any time and don't take action for many days, I'm afraid someone will really think that we are a decoration!"
Chapter completed!