This battle ended completely with the deaths of Ma Wenxian, Ma Huaiying and Qian Zhenshu.
Li Qing fled under the desperate protection of his elders.
Outside, if the crowd gathers like dark clouds, it comes and disperses quickly, and along with the dispersal is the news that this night cannot be concealed.
The corpse of the woolen cloth cloth was quietly leaning on a recliner with a very peaceful expression.
Everyone's mood was very heavy.
The crowd dispersed, and then the Maoshan disciples hurried in.
"Is it too late" Lin Zichong looked at the corpses everywhere, his brows solemn.
Liu Zhan and Hua Kaifu walked over, and when they saw the person lying on the recliner, their bodies couldn't help but tremble slightly.
"Old man Mao, you" Liu Zhan clenched his fists, his skinny body couldn't help trembling, blaming himself, "Blame me, I should have come earlier" Tears slipped out of the old face, and they didn't flow down themselves.
"In our generation, I am the only one left who is old and immortal," he shook his head, his expression very lonely and sad.
He and Mao Buyi are Maoshan disciples of the same generation.
"Old man Mao, you dead ghost, you died in front of me" Hua Kaifu lost the appearance of the dean, at this time he was like a child, old tears.
"I'm sorry, we're late," everyone apologized heavily to the Mao family.
Mao Shixuan's expression was gloomy, and he waved his hand, "This is my father's choice, no one is to blame, if you want to blame, you can only blame me."
He stared at the serene face of the woolen cloth coat and blamed himself in a thousand ways.
"Dad."
Mao Yulan cried into tears, threw herself into Mao Shixuan's arms, sobbed, and once saw everyone crying.
Yang Zhiqiang's black hair was like a waterfall, he stepped forward indifferently, came to Mao Buyi, and then knelt down suddenly.
"Thanks to the care of my predecessors, I was able to escape a catastrophe with a few younger brothers who were not successful" bang Yang Rui, Naiwa, and Siwa all knelt on the ground at this moment, with solemn expressions.
"I, Yang Zhiqiang, swear by the honor of Yangmen and my life, as long as I am alive in Yangmen, the Mao family will never be bullied by anyone" The sonorous voice was extremely firm.
"Old man, let's go" Yang Rui's eyes were red.
"Let's go" "Congratulations to the old man" Lin Zi rushed forward, folded his hands and prayed, and everyone in Maoshan folded their hands at this moment, praying sincerely.
Mao Junfeng was silent, turned around suddenly, and walked in the direction of the Jin manor, without saying a word.
Seeing this, Xiao He and the others followed.
"This kid, haven't you put it down yet?"
Hua Kaifu looked at the slightly lonely back and frowned.
"Give him some time, he must not be having a good time now."
Mo Jiu Youdao.
"Brother."
Mao Yulan stopped sobbing, her eyes were red and swollen, and she wanted to catch up, but she was gently pulled by Mao Shixuan, and he shook his head, "Let him go." ” Mao Junfeng shuttled through the night like this, without saying a word, silent, with a gloomy expression, without a trace of color, and the tightly clenched fist never let go from the beginning.
"This guy always likes to hold on."
Xiao He shook his head and looked at the lonely back, very helpless.
"Over the years, he has come over like this, the Mao family has always been a difficult hurdle in his heart, after this time, give him some more time, this time has passed, he will come back."
Mobei Road.
"Every time the third child is like this, I feel inexplicably distressed, this guy, I don't know how much suffering is hidden in my heart, but I have never told anyone, and now that the old man is gone, he doesn't know how much self-blame he has in his heart."
The big head Guo Xiaodong also sighed helplessly.
"Then now, do we still have to keep up" Qiao Ying said in a deep voice, and the atmosphere among the five people was also very heavy.
"Let him go, when he finishes venting, he will naturally come back, and we can't help in this kind of thing."
Mobei Road.
"Xiuxiu, you keep up, this guy's mood is not very stable now, don't have anything wrong."
Xiao Daodao.
Tan Xiuxiu frowned with a hint of unease, nodded, and then stepped forward to follow.
The night was as dark as ink, and the moonlight was as light as a thin coolness.
After Mao Junfeng walked out of the Jin Manor, he kept walking aimlessly towards the front, seemingly without direction or goal, like a soulless walking corpse, just step by step, step by step.
He kept shuttling through the night, his gaze blank.
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In the distance, he saw a faint glimmer of light in the distance, as if it was far and near, so far away, but so obvious, like a guiding light.
And under that light, who Xiao Suo's back is slowly being stretched Bigger and bigger, longer and longer "Grandpa, what are we going to learn today" The little boy playfully rode on the old man's shoulder, shaking his smooth little feet, shaking his little arms, with a happy smile on his face, innocently swaying in the wind.
"Today, Grandpa plans to teach you the Tao."
The old man smiled kindly.
"Really, really," the little boy asked repeatedly, with joy and surprise on his face.
"When did Grandpa lie to you."
The old man replied.
"Oh, that's great, I can learn the Tao," the little boy shook his little head happily.
Seeing this, the old man shook his head, but his face was full of loving smiles.
"Junfeng, if you learn the Dao Fa, what are you going to do?"
the old man asked with a smile.
The little boy barely thought about it, and hurriedly said, "After learning the Tao, I want to go with my grandfather to catch zombies, exorcise ghosts, and become a chic and qualified little Taoist."
"That's all I dreamed of" The little boy pouted, his little black eyes squinted upward, and after a slight pause, he said happily, "I want to be like my grandfather, a big hero who stands up to the sky and the earth, and is respected."
"I want to be like my grandfather, become the head of the Mao family, and carry forward the Mao family" The little boy patted his little chest and swore a promise.
"Oh, why do you want to be the head of the Mao family," the old man was curious for a moment.
"Because I want to share the burden for my grandfather, and if I become the head of the Mao family, I can be recognized by everyone, so that everyone will respect me and my mother, and my aunt will no longer bully my mother."
As soon as he said this, the smile on the little boy's face suddenly dissipated a lot, and he slowly lowered his head.
"Why did you lower your head again" The old man reached out and touched the boy's face caressingly, "Junfeng, listen, it is not to be the head of the family to be recognized by everyone, but to be recognized by everyone to become the head of the family." ” The little boy was stunned for a moment, and then said "oh".
"However, I heard everyone say that the head of the Mao family will be inherited by the eldest brother, and I am too young to inherit the position of head of the family."
As if he had made a mistake, the little boy lowered his head with a look of loss on his face.
"Silly boy, who is the head of the Mao family, grandpa has the final say, you study hard, practice martial arts hard, practice diligently, grandpa will hand over the position of the head of the Mao family to you, how" The old man said.
When the little boy heard this, his eyes widened, the haze on his face dissipated, and a touch of surprise welled up, "Really, grandpa, didn't you lie to me?"
"Hey, the big husband and the manly man speak with a lot of words, how can I lie to you and not believe us pulling the hook" As he spoke, the old man stretched out his little thumb.
The little boy hurriedly reached out and grabbed the old man's finger, afraid that he would withdraw it.
"Hook hanging, a hundred years, no change" "Stamping" "Stamping" The little boy and the old man smiled and promised and promised.
Laughter and laughter, the moon flowers on the side of the road spread all the way, and the old and the young laughed all the way
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