The strong wind roared, and the heavy snow splashed towards this dense forest as if it was poured from a dustpan. Looking forward, it completely obscured the view. In front of nature, people seemed so small. Hunters with some experience would not dare to travel far in such bad weather. There would be many traps under the white snowflakes. Once they fell, they might never be able to climb up again.

The snow finally stopped, and the original traces were completely wiped out. It seemed that everything that had never happened last night was like, and the old and the young were looking around the mountain temple for the chance to survive. The old Taoist bones were vibrant and vigorous, and he was powerful without anger. He was carrying a very inconspicuous iron knife behind him. The young man was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a righteous spirit and extraordinary weapon. At a young age, he actually used a Liquan gun. The body of the gun seemed to have been specially treated, with threads on it, which seemed to be able to stretch and contract freely.

After turning over the snow like a bedding again and again, asking the smell of blood, the old man stopped the boy's reckless behavior and began to look around. Finally, he saw a little sunken snow, and a long-lost smile appeared on his face.

Before the boy could react, the old man lightly lit the snow surface and galloped away like a dragonfly. The young man was not showing any weakness. Although he was not as elegant as the old man, he followed his footsteps. In a short while, he caught up with the old man entering a cave. When the boy was less than a few steps away from the entrance of the cave, he heard a crying cry like a cry.

"Old hero Zhou, you are late. More than a hundred flesh-and-blooded men are gone, just lost, just lost." After Sun Lianfang, who was covered in blood, said this, a burst of anger in his chest and vomited blood. Yin Tianchou, the narrator, hurried up to persuade him not to get angry and to take care of his body first.

The boy outside didn't dare to go into the hole. If it weren't for his greed, he wouldn't have dysentery. How could he be one day late? Thinking of this, he still bit the bullet and went in. The old man just glared at him and then asked Yin Tianchou next to him.

"What do you call this little brother?"

"Sister Yin Tianchou." Yin Tianchou did not hide it at this time and actually told the old man his real name.

"If the hero doesn't ask where the source is, can you tell me the whole story?" The old man seemed to have seen through Yin Tianchou's true identity. He was more open to all the previous life than anyone else. As long as he could get together this time, everything in the past could be counted, and who could really explain the confusing account clearly?

"It was Hu Lianyong, the 'Gentleman Sword' of the 'Kongtong Sect'. He planned this conspiracy and led all the heroes here, and then colluded with the Western barbarians to cover up and kill everyone." After Yin Tianchou said that, his eyes showed the flames of revenge.

The old man looked at Sun Lianfang without any objection. He knew that if Yin Tianchou was alone, and the two seemed to have some personal grudges, although they had never dealt with the "Gentleman Sword" Hu Lianyong, it is said that this person is quite famous for being a hero, so he would not have committed such an unforgivable crime.

Sun Lianfang's final confirmation had already broken the old man's original impression of the "Gentleman Sword". The old man was so angry that his fists squeezed his joints and burst out. His eyes, which were originally unscathed, showed a blazing flame. The boy next to him was even more angry and inserted the Liquan spear into the big stone next to him with a "sudden" sound, which surprised Yin Tianchou. He didn't expect that this boy had such deep internal strength.

In the following days, the four of them walked together and arranged Sun Lianfang and Yin Tianchou. The old man said to the young man: "Fei'er, I went to the Western Yi army with my master to take the head of Xiang Shang who sold the country and seek honor. Are you afraid?"

"Master, the disciple is worried that he can't exert this affliction. If he can accompany the master to kill the enemy, it will be his honor." The young man was handsome and had a momentum that a newborn calf was not afraid of a tiger.

"Okay, my disciple must not fight. I heard that Tuoba Wuzong was the number one master of the Western Yi, and he hit the Western Yi with a Qingfeng gun. We are just taking the head of Hu Lianyong's 'Gentleman Sword'. When the big thing is done, we must retreat."

"Address listens to the Master's teachings."

On the night of the dark moon and wind, the Western Yi army camp was very lively at this time. Today, these officers and soldiers were drinking the gang of thieves yesterday. The outer checkpoints were much looser than usual. When two black shadow gods appeared in the big tent where Hu Lianyong was, they almost scared his life away. Fortunately, his brothers were around him, and when they saw that there were only two people on the other side, their confidence increased greatly.

Tuoba Wuzong has always regarded Tuoba Yanlie as the pride of heaven and is even more pampered with him. This time, his beloved son was seriously injured by the thief and was even more heartbroken. He has been caring for him carefully for the past two days until Tuoba Yanlie's injuries stabilized tonight, and then he calmed down. However, he had almost never closed his eyes for the past two nights, and occasionally he just took a nap on the side. Therefore, he did not participate in today's banquet, and he hurried over with just a glass of wine.

At this time, Tuoba Wuzong heard the sound of handing over weapons outside, fearing that he would make mistakes, so he quickly ordered the deputy general to take his own armor, lift up his Qingfeng gun, and rushed over.

When Hu Lianyong saw the boy next to him withdraw from the account, he saw the man taking the cover off the cover, he was already shocked and shouted: "Are you the hero Zhou Tong of Shaanxi?"

"Stop talking nonsense, today you must sell your life to me." The moment Zhou Tong finished speaking, the iron knife behind him was no longer in his hand, and rushed towards Hu Lianyong like lightning.

"Kill this old man for me and block him for me." Hu Lianyong knew that at this moment, as long as he resisted for a while, his reinforcements could arrive. No matter how strong this man's martial arts skills were, how could he be able to defeat thousands of troops? He hurriedly took off the sword beside him and waited for the opportunity.

The first person was divided into two sections by Zhou Tong's iron knife in the flash. The iron knife was still a knife that had not been cut before. Only the knife with the blade could be called a second section. How could it be said that it was divided into two sections? Zhou Tong's power of swinging the knife was so domineering that it was very unbelievable. After the iron knife touched the man's neck, it directly cut off the man's head like chopping vegetables and melons. The blade had almost not been stained with blood. Its aura had already scared everyone.

"Damn it, come on me, don't be afraid of him, General Tuoba will bring people here soon." In order to stabilize the morale of the army, Hu Lianyong quickly lied to these men who had already been scared.

Zhou Tong didn't blink for a moment, and waved his iron sword and quickly covered and killed the two of them again with thunder. The people were already scared and fled in all directions, leaving only Hu Lianyong who stretched his neck like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. Zhou Tong waved his iron sword and danced towards his neck.

Tuoba Wuzong was about to make a rescue, but he saw a 15 or 16-year-old boy standing across the gate like a tiger blocking the road, as if he was in danger of being unable to escape. Tuoba Wuzong admired this person's courage.

A howl like a pig slaughtering came from Hu Lianyong's camp. Tuoba Wuzong raised his Qingfeng gun, exerted force under his feet, and stabbed the boy directly towards him. The boy did not dodge and directly raised his gun and hit back. The moment the two guns touched, sparks flew, and the tips of the two guns actually touched each other. Then the boy's "defeated" gun actually blocked Tuoba Wuzong's famous skill "sweeping thousands of troops".

"What's your name? At a young age, he actually has such good skills."

"You guy doesn't change your name or your surname, you are your grandfather Yue Fei." Yue Fei's joke made Tuoba Wuzong grit his teeth in anger.

"My son, don't love to fight. The big thing has been done. Go away." A black shadow flashed at the door, retreating like a ghost, and there was a bloody head in his hand. Who was that person not Hu Lianyong? Yue Fei slowly retreated with Zhou Tong's bloody path. The ability of these two people to break into the enemy camp alone made the later Westerners start to talk about it.

Zhou Tong presented Hu Lianyong's head at a newly erected tombstone to comfort the spirit of the more than 100 righteous men. The moment Zhou Yingxiong and Yue Fei scattered three cups of farewell wine to the ground, they had already cried bitterly. Wei Chao's good man is on the way, and he will be a hero again 18 years later. When I, Zhou Tong, have enough money to kill, come here to accompany you.

"Fei'er, the two disciples I took before were born in troubled times and were framed by villains. Now they live in seclusion in this mountain forest. Are you willing to visit them with your teacher?"

"Where will the master go, my disciple will always serve you." Yue Fei's eyes were firm, and he made a decision without hesitation when he looked at Zhou Tong's fatherly face.

When the two of them kowtowed in front of the new grave, they hurriedly walked into the depths of the dense forest.

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A simple house stood in the valley covered with snow. If you didn't look closely, the wooden house had already melted into the snow fields around you. In front of the door, a child wearing a brown-haired coat ran happily in the snow. His little face was already cold red, and he seemed to have not stopped at all. Behind the child was a beauty wearing a big felt hat and a pure white animal fur coat. After chasing the child, the beauty looked at the entrance of the valley from time to time, with a little anxious and a little disappointed. Her man and brother entered the mountain a few days ago. It had been a few days, but there was no sign of returning.

The child was finally tired from running away. The beauty picked him up and was about to walk into the room. Two familiar figures suddenly appeared at the entrance of the valley. The beauty hurriedly put down the child and ran over to the two men dragging the raft in joy.

When he saw a man covered in scars and dying man lying on the raft behind his man, he was already stunned. Zhang Long glanced at her and said anxiously: "Go and cook a pot of boiling water, and make us some food. We are hungry. I have helped him treat this person's wound. Whether he can survive tonight depends on himself."

Zhang Hu was already exhausted and panting. Now he was about to get home. Then he stopped to take a breath. After a foggy breath came out of his nose, a thin layer of ice crystals was applied to his white beard. The child running from afar looked at this familiar and unfamiliar figure and was so timid that he didn't dare to step forward.

"Xiao Shanzi, come here quickly and let the second uncle hug you." Zhang Hu could not help but go forward to get close to him when he saw this stubborn boy.

Zhang Shan looked at Qiao again suspiciously. When Zhang Hu shook away the tiger velvet and revealed his true face, he had already rushed towards Zhang Hu like a wind.

Usually, Zhang Hu loved this little nephew very much and often made some small things for him, such as slingshots, small bows and arrows, and small wooden knives. So Xiao Shanzi seemed to be close to Zhang Hu, which was even better than his father. At night, he even shouted to sleep with his second uncle. The little stories told to him made him even more fascinated. Now, Xiao Shanzi was very attached to Zhang Hu.

"Uncle Hu, you are back. When will you take me to catch the little tit? You promised me." Zhang Shan asked earnestly while stroking Zhang Hu's beard.

"Uncle promised you that we will catch the little tit tomorrow." Zhang Hu pouted his unshaven mouth and rubbed Zhang San's pink little face.

"Uncle Hu, what are you dragging behind?" Zhang Shan stretched his neck curiously and looked back.

"It's a monster bear that can eat people, but was surrendered by Uncle Tiger."

"Uncle Hu is so awesome." Zhang Shan quickly broke out from Zhang Hu's arms, jumped and ran towards his mother Zhang, and shared this great news with her.

The reunion of this family is warm and touching. After Zhang Long and Zhang Hu packed everything, the family sat by the stove to cook the fire, telling the strange stories in the mountains and fields these days. From time to time, a burst of cheerful and cheerful laughter came. Zhang snuggled next to Zhang Long, occasionally going to the side room to help Wu Yonglin change a hot towel on the bed, and then adding a piece of charcoal to him. Occasionally, he could hear the murmur in his mouth. Finally, he touched his forehead. The original hotness was replaced by warmth, and the heart of the family finally calmed down.

Wu Yonglin wandered constantly in his dream. He wanted to grab Ye Xinmei's hand, pull her out of the cold river water, and embraced her into his warm embrace. When Ye Xinmei fell into the water, he also fell down. He kept swimming in the water, but he couldn't find the familiar figure. He felt that he might have lost her forever, so he kept sinking to the bottom of the water. He wanted to leave this world that was teasing him and prevent himself from waking up.

Just as he was about to die and leave so casually, Ye Xinmei or Yue Ling'er, there was also Song Ningxue, and even a woman who buried deep in his heart but could not see the specific appearance. She kept reaching out to him. Their faces were full of tears. Her heartbroken look made Wu Yonglin feel a little surprised. She had let down so many peerless beauty in this life. Do you really have the will to leave them?

Death before he succeeds, the hero will be full of tears. The hero is the most difficult to get the benefactor of the end of the country. He just left like this. I am really worthy of the resurrection from the dead? I am really worthy of those close friends? Then why have I been so busy and exhausted in the past few months?

Ye Xinmei, no, it was Xiao Hongling's figure that appeared in front of him again: "Life well, we still have the day to meet, waiting for me, in this life, I will give birth to ten children for you."

A faint smile appeared on Wu Yonglin's face. He used all his strength to swim desperately towards the stagnant lake. He wanted to live, he must live, and he still had an unfinished mission. When I reappeared on the earth again, I would make this chaotic world turn upside down.
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