God didn't give a good look just because the heroes from all over the world gathered in Dongting. It was a gloomy day, as if a rain was hanging in the air, ready to fall at any time. The steamed moisture hit people's faces,

It's slightly cool, and the fallen leaves are already sparse.

At this time of the year, there are always those who feel sad and lament that their old hometown is nowhere to be found. Thirty years ago, it turned out to be a big dream.

Gao Chong made Master Cimu the chief, and he took second place. Zhou Zishu huddled in the crowd and heard a young man next to him suddenly sigh and say: "One day, I should be like him."

When Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu, saw the First Emperor's ceremonial guard, he opened his mouth and said, "He can take his place." When Emperor Guangwu Liu Xiu was young, he once said foolishly and foolishly, "When an official is in charge of Jinwu, when he marries a wife, he is like Yin Lihua." This is

In the vast sea of ​​​​people in this world, who doesn’t want to stand out and be a hero for a lifetime?

It is a good time for young people. Who has not looked up at a certain shadow like this, gritted his teeth and clenched his fists and said, "One day, I will be like him"?

The world is close to me, life and death are taken away from me.

But the scenery is gone, so what?

Master Zhou Zishu passed away early, leaving the Four Seasons Village without a leader. The burden fell on the shoulders of his senior brother - but how old could the senior brother be? In that year, he was only fifteen years old.

When the current emperor was fifteen years old, he was still hiding his power and keeping a low profile. When the king of Nanning was fifteen years old, he was still pretending to be ignorant. Even the great wizard of southern Xinjiang, who is now known as a miraculous person in the martial arts of the Central Plains, was just a witch when he was fifteen years old.

A child with a foreign land as a hostage, full of anger but helpless.

So Liang Jiuxiao seemed to be his only comfort, relying on each other for his life.

But when did the rift begin?

Perhaps it was when Liang Jiuxiao went to Beijing for the first time that year that he saw the decadent fights, the increasingly fierce fight for heirs, the fratricide, and the many crimes committed by his senior brother whom he wholeheartedly admired.

Sin, framing, blaming, and even killing Zhongliang——

By this time Gao Chong had already stood up and denounced Guigu to all the heroes with great energy.

Zhou Zishu lowered his eyelids slightly, as if he was asleep, and remained motionless. Liang Jiuxiao questioned him word by word. It has been many years, and he has never forgotten it.

"What are you after? Power? The throne? Glory and wealth?"

"If you continue like this, you will not end well. Wake up!"

"Senior brother, kill someone to pay for your life..."

Killing to pay for life? Why kill to pay for life? There are many ways in this world to make life worse than death - Zhou Zishu smiled mockingly and thought to himself, Jiuxiao, in fact we are all wrong.

At this moment, a soft hum suddenly came from not far away, and a sharp voice suddenly interrupted Gao Chong and Zhou Zishu's thoughts. At first glance, the man's voice sounded like a child, but the tone was strange and strange.

He was slightly hoarse. There was inner strength in Gao Chong's words. If he could interrupt him, it showed that this person's skills were not weak.

Just listen to him say: "Master Gao, I'm afraid it's far-fetched to conclude that these murders were committed by Gui Gu based on just a few words?"

Everyone's eyes were attracted to one place. Zhou Zishu squinted his eyes and looked over. He saw that the person who spoke was less than three feet long and was actually a dwarf. He was riding on the shoulders of a big man. The big man looked like a hill. Zhou Zishu

Among men, he is already tall and tall, and you have to raise your head to see the big man's face. His facial hair and beard are messy, and only a pair of copper bell-like eyes are exposed, but he is very careful to support the dwarf.

As if worried that he would not be able to sit firmly, he gently held the dwarf's ankles with his hands as big as cattail fans.

"Gong of the Earth" Feng Xiaofeng and his mountain slaves who can't even kick a fart with their three kicks?

In view of the obvious physical characteristics of these two people, many people already knew who they were as soon as they spoke. Zhou Zishu's eyes flashed, but he didn't have any ill feelings towards Feng Xiaofeng. Rumor has it that he is both good and evil.

My master does things based on his own likes and dislikes. He has no principles. I don’t know if it’s because of his physical condition. He is very paranoid and cruel and moody.

He has been inseparable from him, a mountain slave, for the rest of his life, and has never bought anyone's fault. In short, he is a thorn in the side.

I just heard Feng Xiaofeng say in a sharp voice: "What Gao Daxia said makes no sense. He said that Ghost Valley 'does a lot of evil'. The evil ghosts in Qingzhuling naturally do a lot of evil. If not, they wouldn't be desperate and leave good people alone to become a

Ghost, please forgive me for talking too much. The Qingzhuling Ghost Valley has existed in secret for I don’t know how many years. The Ghost Valley has always had rules, no entry, no exit, no return. The evil ghosts have never come to the human world to commit crimes.

, why don’t you come out at this time to cause trouble?”

Gao Chong pursed his lips. When the hero, who was as approachable as Maitreya Buddha, was not smiling, his eyes were surprisingly sharp, with an indescribable pressure. He stared at Feng Xiaofeng for a long time, and then slowly

He asked: "It turns out to be Brother Feng, so what should happen according to Brother Feng's wishes?"

Feng Xiaofeng sneered and said: "Feng doesn't need you to politely call me brother. You say brother with your mouth, but you must be scolding the dwarf in your heart. Why are you so hypocritical? I, Feng dwarf, just heard some rumors and came here to call heroes from all walks of life."

Just a reminder, just in case you are all too full to eat, get blinded by lard, and do something... shameless."

After listening to a few words, Zhou Zishu knew that the rumors were true. This Feng Xiaofeng was not a treacherous person, but he was probably a sweetheart, but he was just not liked by others. Not only was he not liked by people, he was simply a mad dog.

I heard that someone had his tongue cut out because he said "dwarf" in front of him. When someone called him rudely, he wanted to cut out his tongue. But when someone was polite to him, he felt that he was hypocritical and too difficult to serve.

Gao Chong frowned slightly, but after all, a famous hero of a generation, who maintains his own identity, is unlikely to care about this mad dog like Feng Xiaofeng, so he still asked politely: "I want to ask what rumors Feng Daxia has heard.

?”

Feng Xiaofeng laughed like a strange bird twice and said coldly: "Gao Chong, why are you pretending to be confused? I don't know how Mu Yunge and Yu Tianjie are, but you dare to say that Zhang Yusen and

The case of the head of Taishan has nothing to do with Liulijia?"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of those who were familiar with the situation suddenly changed, and whispers spread. Zhou Zishu noticed that Gao Chong seemed to turn his head and look at Master Cimu with a serious look on his face - but it was the disciple of the legendary ancient monk.

The young man was very indifferent, sitting in front of the emperor, still lowering his head and not knowing what he was thinking, looking like a great fairy who has no ears to listen to the affairs of the world.

Zhang Chengling was sitting on the other side, leaning against Zhao Jing. After hearing this, he secretly glanced at Zhao Jing, and saw that after hearing the three words "Liu Li Jia", the elder's face was covered with an inexplicable feeling.

Meaning, mixed with resentment and deep thought, his face actually looked a little ferocious.

When the words came to the young man's lips, they were stuck in his throat and he couldn't ask them out.

In these short days, he understood a lot of things. From other people's comments and eyes, Zhang Chengling had read the kind of contemptuous pity more than once - yes, his father is Zhang Yusen, the famous Zhang Daxia.

, how could there be such a useless and useless son? He even heard the servants in the Zhao family secretly discussing that so many people risked their lives to save such a child, but what's the use?

Can he be relied upon to avenge Zhang Daxia, or can he be relied upon to revive the Zhang family?

They just regard him as a sign. No matter who it is, when they talk about Guigu, they will point at him after being filled with righteous indignation and say, "This is the orphan of the Zhang family. Don't worry, son, we will definitely protect your father and the whole family."

Justice.

A useless and pathetic sign.

Zhang Chengling couldn't help but miss the man he met unexpectedly in the ruined temple that day, a man with a sallow face, thin muscles, and few words. Since that terrifying night, he hasn't spent a night without nightmares, but he can't tell anyone, and who cares?

?Even Uncle Zhao said to him, son, you have to stand up and don't be afraid of those monsters. Everyone is on your side. One day, you can avenge the Zhang family. But again

No one put their arms around his shoulders and said softly, "It's okay, you sleep in your own bed. I'll call you if you have a nightmare."

The scene was already in chaos. Feng Xiaofeng had a sneer on his lips and asked Gao Chong to give an explanation on the "glazed armor" rumored in the world. Zhang Chengling lowered his head and pressed his temples. Suddenly, a dark wind hit him, and a small

The paper ball hit the back of his hand accurately. Zhang Chengling was startled. No one noticed him at the moment, so he leaned down and picked up the paper ball.

There was only one line of small words written on it: If you want the truth, follow me.

Zhang Chengling looked up and saw a man in dark clothes among the crowd, looking at him without blinking, with an unspeakable malicious sneer at the corner of his mouth, as if he was sure that he did not dare to come.

Same, looking at him with contempt and viciousness.

In that moment, Zhang Chengling didn't know whether it was because of impulsiveness or anger, but he clenched the note tightly, and while no one was paying attention, he quietly left Zhao Jing's side and followed the man through the crowd.

No one noticed him except Zhou Zishu.

Zhou Zishu has been staring at Zhang Chengling with half his heart. He has very good eyesight. When he saw someone flicking a note into Zhang Chengling's hand, he became alert. Seeing that this little guy didn't know what was going on and went off alone, he didn't bother to listen anymore.

These heroes were arguing, so they frowned and followed them secretly.

The man seemed to be hanging him up on purpose. Zhang Chengling chased after him and disappeared. However, within a moment, a pebble hit him from various tricky angles. The expression on his clothes

Then the man appeared again, as if he was deliberately mocking him for his poor kung fu, walking around like a cat teasing a mouse.

Zhang Chengling gritted his teeth and unexpectedly chased him all the way. He was not qualified and had never used kung fu before. After arriving at Zhaojiazhuang, everyone was planning how to do justice in the world, but no one thought of instructing him in kung fu.

I was in a hurry, I was already out of breath, my vision went black, and I could almost hear the "thumping" pulse near my temples.

The boy who had been pampered since childhood had never been so angry with him. Someone snorted: "Is this Zhang Yusen's son? What a waste."

The young man thought to himself, yes, Zhang Chengling, you are just a loser. How come it was you who Uncle Li fought so hard to save?

Why is it you?

Then the man who led him out stopped in front of him, and lifted his chin with his iron-like palm. His vicious eyes fell on Zhang Chengling's face. The young man's blood began to recede, and then he realized in surprise that he had reached an uninhabited place.

The place.

Several shadows fell behind the man out of thin air, all wearing the same inconspicuous dark clothes, and surrounded Zhang Chengling.

The person who led him here chuckled lightly, let go of Zhang Chengling, and raised his voice: "That little fellow who hides his head and shows his tail, you are just for such a little thing, why do you want to mobilize an army like this?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a man dressed in deep red came out. There was a blood-red palm-shaped birthmark on his face, which made his facial features look indescribably ferocious and scary.

Zhang Chengling's legs began to tremble a little. He raised his chin as much as possible, pretending to be fearless, and looked at the man in red.

The man in red suddenly laughed lowly. His voice was dry and hoarse, like rusty iron pieces scraping together. It made people's skin crawl when he heard it. In a flash, he was in front of Zhang Chengling and pinched his arm.

The man's fingers were as cold as a dead man's neck. At that moment, Zhang Chengling even felt that the man in front of him was a zombie.

Then the man asked softly: "Let me ask you, that night in Zhangjiazhuang, did you see a man missing a finger?"

Zhang Chengling looked at him with wide eyes and shook his head laboriously.

The man narrowed his eyes and lowered his voice softer: "No? Good boy, think about it again, is it yes or no?"

The softer his voice was, the stronger the strength in his hands. Zhang Chengling was suffocated, and struggled hard, his face turned red. He hit the man in red with his arms and legs vigorously and without any rules, and cursed in a mute voice.

: "There is your grandpa!"

The man in red seemed oblivious, with a ghostly smile on his face: "Yes...or not?"

Zhang Chengling felt his chest hurt as if he was about to burst from the pressure. He understood that this man wanted him to say yes, but at the critical moment, the young master's temper broke again. He opened his mouth and spat in

It hit the man in red's face, and at that moment, the hand around his neck suddenly turned into a pair of pliers. Zhang Chengling didn't even have the strength to move.

The man asked softly: "Let me ask you again, yes or no?"

Zhang Chengling's consciousness gradually blurred, and he thought that he was going to die...

Suddenly, the man groaned, and the hand around his neck suddenly loosened, and air rushed into Zhang Chengling's chest. He staggered back a few steps, and sat down on the ground with a "plop", heartbroken.

A cough broke out in his lungs.
Chapter completed!