The blue sky and white clouds, the light is like gold, and the scattered sunlight shines through the bare tree branches and reflects mottledly on the gravel by the river.
Wang Suizhen jumped up from the river and struggled to move forward on the rugged river bank. After walking for several miles, he found a cave on a hidden cliff, ducked in and hid.
Xiao Qianlong's palm was really powerful, and he was almost killed. Fortunately, the dead wood magic skill is indeed the best in the world. If he can't kill him with one blow, it will automatically start to heal his wounds and save his life!
Xiao Qianlong's palm is not just an external injury, it vibrates the internal organs, meridians, bones and muscles from the outside to the inside. From the outside to the inside, all the structures on the body are shaken, decomposed, and even shattered!
This state has reached the level of sainthood, and is no longer the realm of ordinary martial arts. When ordinary people's martial arts have reached the state of transformation, their strength is released and withdrawn, and it has reached its peak. However, with Xiao Qianlong's palm, the power is released and received continuously in an instant. Five times!
The power of this palm is stacked one after another, like a big millstone, destroying all the tissue structures of the human body from micro to large. If an ordinary person is affected by this palm, even if he does not die, he will be disabled for life, be riddled with diseases, and die prematurely!
But Wang Suizhen is not an ordinary person, and the dead wood magic skill is not an ordinary internal skill. This skill is the vitality awakened from the dead wood. It has broken through the common sense of the world and entered the realm of supernatural legends.
Wang Suizhen sat cross-legged in the pose of the Five Mountains facing the sky, breathing in and out, sitting quietly to guide the inner energy, and use the inner energy to heal the injury on its own.
Surging waves crashed against the river bank, and rocks pierced the sky outside the cave.
The red sun is setting in the west, and the sky is getting dark.
Wang Suizhen was like an old monk in meditation. He sat upright and meditated without moving. Green lights representing vitality flickered on his body. Dots of white air emerged from the top of his head. Half a foot above his head, they slowly condensed into the image of a bud. .
The long night is finally over.
A golden sun will leap out from the chaotic intersection of water and sky.
When the sunlight from the sky shone on the face of Wang Suizhen who was meditating in the cave, he finally slowly opened his eyes.
Life is a wonderful journey, it may be boring sometimes, it may be tempting sometimes, but everyone will eventually reach the end of the journey.
The end is a grave? Or is it the beginning of a new life?
Wang Suizhen felt the turbulent energy in his body, and he understood in his heart that because his life journey did not reach the end yesterday, someone will definitely reach the end of the life journey today!
Xiao Qianlong, I, Wang Suizhen, am back.
Wang Suizhen left the cave and walked west for about ten miles, when he saw a small town store.
He touched his breast pocket, and there were still a few small ingots of gold and some broken silver in his pocket. Since his chest was hit by Xiao Qianlong's dragon-shaped palm at that time, all the gold and silver had been turned into pancakes.
Fortunately, gold and silver were very soft, so he took out a small ingot of silver, balled it up a few times, and squeezed the silver pancake into a silver ball. Then he walked to a snack bar and ordered a bowl of haggis soup. , several big cakes, and ate happily.
From yesterday to now, he has not eaten any rice or water, so he has been very hungry. He swallowed a large bowl of haggis soup in just a few mouthfuls, and asked the waiter for three more bowls, as if he was reincarnated by a starving ghost. Generally, eat it with a lot of food.
When Wang Suizhen finished his third bowl, two people walked up the path.
One is tall and the other is short, one is fat and the other is thin, with sad faces, sighs, blood-red eyes, tired faces and dusty bodies.
Wang Suizhen was sitting in a relatively remote location, and was obscured by a large group of farmers next to him.
The two men arrived outside the open hood of the snack bar and found an empty table and chairs by the aisle to sit down. They glanced at the people eating and did not see Wang Suizhen. They both let out a long sigh.
Wang Suizhen was slowly eating haggis soup in a corner and noticed the two men.
Because these two men had machetes in their belts, it looked like they were not farmers working nearby, but definitely gang members hanging around in the Taoist community.
As soon as the tall and fat man sat down, he shouted loudly: "Two bowls of wontons and two large vegetable pancakes, hurry up!"
The short, thin man drooped his eyebrows and said bitterly: "You have a good appetite, but I can't eat it. If this thing doesn't work, I'm afraid my head will be moved together!"
"Shh, keep your voice down!" The tall, fat man lowered his voice: "What are you worried about? Isn't there a deputy gang leader on the river who leads the big guys to do things? Those of us who are walking on the ground are just helping the deputy gang leader and them. Really? If something happens, you can’t blame us?”
The short and thin man said in a low voice: "I think that man's body probably sank to the bottom of the river and was fed to Wang Ba, so it can't be touched! You were standing far away at the time, so I'm afraid you didn't hear clearly. The gang leader should have spoken at that time, if the two people who ran away later were not found, and their bodies were not found, no one in the Jiujiang Gang would survive!"
Wang Suizhen's ear was amazing. Even though the voices of the two people were speaking in extremely low voices, he still heard their conversation clearly. When he heard the words "Tai Shang Gang Leader", he finally confirmed that these two people were members of the Jiujiang Gang. .
He heard the two of them talking about Wang Boan and Xiaotong, and couldn't help but listen more carefully.
"Yes, but I heard yesterday that that guy Fatty Fish captured both the scholar and the kid without much effort. Last night, they were escorted back to Jiujiang City to resurrect their lives! Maybe! We killed those two people last night, so doesn’t this matter be considered settled?”
"But the body of the man who was beaten into the river by the leader of the Taishang Gang has not been found yet? I wonder if half of what the leader of the Taishang Gang told him has been done, does he still want the lives of all of us in the Jiujiang Gang? Alas... ...Or...or he will kill half of our Jiujiang Gang?" the short and thin man said worriedly.
"What are you afraid of? Do you know that Lao Wai ran away secretly last night and went to his cousin Heilinhui's place? I heard from him that he could become a minion right away. Then Isn’t that great? Why don’t we sneak in secretly? For little people like us in the Jiujiang Gang, who will notice if we disappear tomorrow? By then, even the leader of the Taishang Gang wants to kill all the people in the Jiujiang Gang, so It has nothing to do with us anymore. I guess no one will ever remember little people like us. You said..."
When Wang Suizhen heard the news that Wang Bo'an and Xiaotong had been captured by Fatty Fish in Jiujiang City yesterday and might have been killed last night, he couldn't help but be shocked. He couldn't hold back the haggis soup in his hand anymore, 'pop' It fell to the ground with a loud sound and shattered into pieces.
Wang Bo'an and he had been friends for eight times, and they were brothers with different surnames who shared life and death together. The little boy was like a big brother, and he was like a little brother. Yes, in turn, they extorted money from the Jiujiang Gang, and this was how they ended up dying in a foreign country!
The main culprit for Wang Boan and Xiaotong's death was himself.
The more Wang Suizhen thought about it, the more sorrowful he felt in his heart. Tears welled up involuntarily. Wang Boan had tried to persuade him before, but he couldn't listen at all. It was just because of a knot in his mind when he was a child that killed both of them. How could he Not too ashamed?
Wang Suizhen was angry, hateful, regretful and sad. The rivers and lakes are deep and people's hearts are sinister. There are capable people behind the capable people. If you beat the young ones, the old ones will come out. This is what Brother Changshan always warned himself on Yunmeng Mountain. Why did it come to this? At the end of the day, I don’t remember it at all?
Wang Suizhen thought about it over and over again, with hatred rolling in his heart. He hated Xiao Qianlong and the Jiujiang Gang even more. He thought to himself: "These gangs of bandits and water thieves are really abominable. They just come to me if they want revenge. How can there be any morality in the world?" Don't tell me either? Xiao Qianlong caught and killed Brother Bo'an and Xiaotong? What does this matter have to do with them? Brother Bo'an and Xiaotong are not from the Jianghu. What did you Jiujiang Gang do to kill them? I was forced to It is helpless to want to kill Xiao Qianlong. Now it seems that not only Xiao Qianlong wants to be killed, but also all the members of the Jiujiang Gang must be killed. No one is left alive. Only by taking the heads of everyone in the Jiujiang Gang can we pay homage to the eldest brother Bo'an and Brother Xiaotong. The spirit of heaven!”
The blood debt must be repaid with blood. For the first time in his life, Wang Suizhen was filled with murderous intent and vowed to go on a killing spree to avenge Wang Boan and Xiaotong!
The more Wang Suizhen thought about it, the angrier he became. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. A fire of hatred surged from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. The black hair on his head was so strong that he could stand without any wind!
