The Master Withered Pine knelt in front of a grave mound. The former Supreme Master of Jinzhong Mountain, a majestic generation of immortals, was now like a bereaved dog. From his trembling body, one could see that he was not at peace in his heart. He had lived for more than a hundred years.
Years are enough, but he found that he was still a little afraid of death, especially the tranquility before death.
There were some people standing behind him, including men, women, old and young. They were just mortals. A few days ago, their life and death depended on their own likes and dislikes, but today, the situation of both parties was reversed.
"I'll come first." At this moment, a burly man suddenly walked out of the crowd.
Master Kusong shuddered. He couldn't see the person coming, but he could hear anger, hatred, relief and other entangled emotions in his tone.
The sound of heavy footsteps came closer step by step, each step seemed to step on the heart of Master Withered Pine, and each step could make people tremble.
"Old thief Withered Pine, did you ever think that this day would happen to you? When you started to kill them, did you ever think that this day would happen to you?" came an angry roar.
Cheng Ying's burly figure suddenly appeared in front of him. Master Kusong raised his head and took a look at the middle-aged man who had looked at him dismissively in the past.
The sun shone on his forehead with bulging veins, which was particularly dazzling. Master Kusong squinted his eyes. Back then, he could kill hundreds of such worldly people with one finger.
A tiger falls in Pingyang and is bullied by dogs; a dragon swims in the shallows and is played by shrimps. In the heart of the man on the withered pine tree, there is fear, confusion, and most of all, unwillingness.
"How could I, a great human being, be harmed by these ants that can be easily crushed to death? No... no..."
The cry in Master Kusong's heart was suddenly interrupted by a flash of bright red. When he looked up, the sword in Cheng Ying's hand had already pierced his shoulder.
The pain of broken bones and tendons made him twitch all over, and he couldn't help but let out a miserable groan. He hadn't experienced this kind of tearing pain for many years. He didn't expect that he, a dignified body-training monk, would be injured.
On the scrap metal made by ordinary people.
"Little bastard, I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost!" Master Kusong turned his head with great effort, looked at the expressionless boy in white in the crowd, and let out a shrill roar.
"Be a ghost? Before you become a ghost, you should first think about how to bear the anger of these one hundred and twenty-eight heroes." It was Uncle Wang, the "Big Smoke Bag".
He stepped forward, holding a finely polished hatchet in his hand. "Little Huzi, I see dad has avenged you. Use this hatchet that you used to cut wood."
Uncle Wang rubbed the hatchet's shimmering edge. From the day Lang Fei vowed to bring back Master Kusong, he had been polishing the hatchet carefully. Every time the mottled blade crossed the whetstone,
It would bring back the memories in his heart. As the blade became brighter and brighter, he seemed to see Xiao Huzi walking towards him step by step, asking kindly, "Dad, how are you always? Xiao Huzi has grown taller again."
without?"
When the blood smeared on the face of the withered pine master, he seemed to see a faint arc flashing on the blade, which looked very much like a human smile.
"Old thief, I wish I could kill you with a thousand knives, but I can't be so selfish." Uncle Wang slowly let go of the hatchet in his hand, turned around and walked towards Xiao Huzi's grave on the hillside, sat down, and took out
A withered yellow wine gourd was slowly sprinkled on the dead grass swaying in the wind in front of the grave.
The pain in both shoulders alternated, hitting Master Kusong's nerves in waves. He hated Lang Fei and wished he could eat his flesh. His cultivation was completely lost, and logically he should have died long ago, but there was still a trace of it in his body.
The weird purple energy kept him alive. As it was now, he wanted to faint, or even die immediately, but the purple energy blocked him in every possible way, keeping him awake.
Another person walked out from the crowd, holding up a knife and dropping it, causing blood to fly.
"..."
The long shadow of the water poplar gradually became shorter. Master Withered Pine didn't know how much time had passed, nor how many stabs he had received on his body. Anyway, the blood in his body had long since drained away. The reason why he was still alive at this time was just the purple thread.
It’s just due to anger.
"Let me go..." At this moment, a woman's voice suddenly came from the crowd.
Then a middle-aged woman wearing a green coat flashed out from the crowd. She was holding a dagger in her hand. She was very delicate and beautiful.
"Old thief withered pine, give me Mo'er's life!" the woman roared, and the dagger in her hand stabbed directly into his heart.
But just when Master Kusong thought that the torture was over, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from beside him, and then, a hand held the dagger that the woman had stabbed.
"Family, wait a minute!" A deep voice sounded, and a gray-robed man appeared in Master Dry Pine's dim eyes.
Mrs. Yan looked at Yan Nangui who appeared in front of her with a puzzled look on her face. "Why?"
Yan Nangui shook his head and said softly: "Let me do this!"
Mrs. Yan hesitated for a moment, but finally handed the dagger over. Yan Nangui took it in his hand, slowly turned around, and stared into Master Withered Pine's lifeless eyes.
"Master Kusong, do you still remember the young man who went to Jinzhongshan to argue with you, but you captured him and killed him in front of us?"
Master Kusong opened his mouth, but found that he didn't even have the strength to speak. At this moment, he had only a little bit of vitality that had not been exhausted due to the maintenance of his elixir energy.
"Mo'er, did you see it in Tianzhiling? Fei Xiaozi has brought your murderer back. Don't worry, dad will avenge you right now." As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of hatred flashed in Yan Nangui's eyes.
The dagger in his hand was moved forward, and a muffled sound of "poof" was heard. As the last ray of blood overflowed along the wound stabbed by the dagger, Master Dry Pine's life also left his body.
Looking at Master Kusong, whose eyes had become distracted, Yan Nangui took a few sharp breaths, then without even looking at him, he helped Mrs. Yan, who was in tears, and turned around to walk down the mountain.
"All this is finally over!" In the distance, Mo Tie sighed, shook his head, and walked down the mountain with Mrs. Mo.
Lang Fei glanced at Uncle Wang who was sitting in a daze in front of Xiao Huzi's grave. He also sighed, turned around, and followed Mo Tie and the others towards the town.
After that came Fairy Qingxia, Xiaoyun and all the villagers from Qingniu Town. Cheng Ying and a few others chose to stay and deal with Master Kusong's body and pay homage to him.
All things aside, after staying in Qingniu Town for three days, Lang Fei planned to say goodbye to everyone and return to Danmen. Cheng Ying and others heard that they could not stay, so they had to hold a banquet as an excuse.
, and left it overnight.
I don’t know how word of Lang Fei’s return reached the Han Palace. The old emperor and the prince went all the way non-stop. Finally, the day before Lang Fei left, they arrived at Qingniu Town and met Cheng Ying, Yan Nangui and others.
People practice it for Lang Fei.
How could Cheng Ying and others not be surprised that His Majesty the Emperor condescended to come to such a remote town? They were simply frightened and afraid of being at a loss. But who would have thought that the old emperor did not have the airs of the 1995 Supreme and personally held the hands of each villager?
Shush the cold hands and ask for warmth, saying the courtesy of an ordinary person.
The prince, Li Yan, was a bachelor. When he saw Lang Fei, he knelt down and called him "Master Immortal Fu" repeatedly. Lang Fei was a little confused by this title.
After asking about the reason carefully, I realized that since the battle half a month ago, Lang Fei's reputation has been growing day by day. Even the Han Dynasty has gained a lot of benefits. The neighboring countries such as Liang and Liao sent envoys one after another to express their opinions.
The idea of amity is either to ask for peace, or to ask for friendly trade, or to form a brotherly country that will help each other. Even the hostile countries that had territorial disputes in the past have given up most of their interests and expressed it in a subtle way.
To please.
That's not all. In the past, some of the higher-ranking immortal masters in the second- and third-rate immortal sects actually changed their habit of bossing around the old emperor and showed a certain amount of respect. This naturally confused the old emperor and the prince.
After questioning, I found out about Lang Fei's recent deeds from the other party's mouth.
The old emperor knew that Lang Fei had little interest in worldly affairs, but some third-rate aristocratic families and envoys from surrounding countries always liked to bring up the topic of Lang Fei when they came to visit.
For example, the envoy of the Liao Kingdom once asked about the relationship between the old emperor and Lang Fei. Hearing this, the old emperor wanted to show off. On the spot, he detailed the story of saving his life before, and the Liao Emperor
After hearing this, the envoy asked the old emperor how he repaid this life-saving kindness.
The old emperor thought for a while and felt that the status of the two Immortal Kings of Mo Tie was not enough. He saw the prince beside him, so he improvised a random idea for him, the wise master of the Han Dynasty to protect the country, and the Prince Immortal.
Fu's name.
Unexpectedly, the Liao envoy reported to the Liao Emperor after returning home. As a result, the Liao Kingdom naturally had a more respectful attitude towards the Han Kingdom. As Lang Fei, as the prince's immortal master, the title of the wise teacher of the Han Dynasty also spread.
He came, but in just a few days it was known to several surrounding countries, so his title was considered solid.