Chapter 2 Jiuli Village Suspicious Cloud

In the shadow of the sword, Luo Ri's eyes crossed the crowd and looked at a young man hidden in the crowd. He was Gui Ming. Gui Ming is more than seven feet tall, slender and strong, but his face is very strange, soft and handsome. A pair of Danfeng eyes are looking forward to circulation, enchanting and seductive. At first glance, the eyes in these eyes seem to be upright, but Luo Ri read something else from it.

"Hmm!" After seeing Gui Ming, Luo Ri sneered, "Okay, I'll take you first!" After saying that, Luo Ri rose up, crossed the people who besieged and killed him, and rushed straight to Gui Ming.

Gui Ming, who had been hiding in the crowd, frowned and shouted, "Brothers, don't let this thief succeed. The fate of our people tomorrow depends on tonight!"

Gui Ming's words are extremely inflammatory. The villagers of Jiuli Village have an incomparable love for their hometown. Usually, they are kind farmers, and once someone endangers their home, they will become cold killers. At this time, Luo Ri was already an enemy in their eyes, not a friend. After hearing Gui Ming's words, these warriors tried their best to wrap up Luo Ri.

The knife wind roared and flashed by Luo Ri's ear. He waved the silver hook, gently blocked it, lifted a warrior's knife, and kicked him away. While the silver hook was flying, he cut off the belt of another martial artist. The man's trousers fell in an instant, revealing his white thighs. The man hurriedly lost his weapon and bent down to lift his trousers. In this time, Luo Ri had come to Gui Ming.

The four eyes meet, and Luo Ri and Gui Ming are facing each other.

click! A flash of lightning flashed in the sky, followed by another thunderstorm, and the rain poured down, and everyone's clothes were immediately wet.

A wisp of black hair in front of Luo Ri's forehead was attached to his face, and the rain dripped down the hair. He looked at Gui Ming coldly and raised the silver hook to cross his neck in mid-air. His movements were as fast as lightning, which was unexpected. With Luo Ri's cultivation, it is easy to see through the warriors who are lower than his own level, but he can't see through Gui Ming in front of him.

The silver hook was coming, but Gui Ming did not move at all, and a trace of viciousness flashed in a pair of Danfeng's eyes.

Luo Ri has no good impression on this person named Gui Ming. At this moment, he is even more determined to kill him to relieve his hatred. However, before the pair of silver hooks touched Gui Ming, he saw Gui Ming screaming and fell to the ground. Luo Ri was stunned.

Brother Guiming! He killed Brother Guiming!" The little boy beside Cangyue shouted sadly.

"He killed, he killed our people! We must not let him escape today!" When the villagers nearby saw this scene, they couldn't help roaring.

"Yes! Blood for blood, kill him!"

When Luo Ri was stunned, a silver light suddenly flew from his side. A villager closest to him was divided into two pieces by the silver light. A blood curtain suddenly flew all over the sky. The man did not even hum, and his soul returned to the sky.

"How can there be silver light for no reason?" Luo Ri's heart sank, and he couldn't help looking back.

Gui Ming's fall to the ground made the villagers of Jiuli Village angry. They raised their short knives one after another and rushed to Luo Ri again. Although Luo Ri is already a congenital martial artist, he seems a little passive in the face of so many opponents, especially a Cangyue who is much stronger than himself.

When the crowd raised another wave, Cangyue could no longer stay out of the matter. Gui Ming's fall made the last trace of persistence in Cangyue's heart collapse in an instant. Her face became colder. She looked for Luo Ri's figure in the crowd and slowly raised the moon god bow.

On the left back of Luo Ri, there was something bulging out. In the eyes of others, it was just an irregular thing, but the moon could see the dim light shining in it, which was exactly what Luo Ri took away.

Blood splashed in the crowd, people continued to die, and the broken limbs and arms flew around. The condition of the deceased was terrible. Luo Ri, who was originally dressed in a blue shirt, is now full of blood. He stares angrily and looks for the source of the silver light, which is similar to the light of his silver hook, but much more violent.

"Lorri, don't blame me!" Cangyue couldn't stand it anymore. She couldn't see the tragic death of the clan in front of her. She pulled the full moon bow and put on the turbid dragon arrow. Cangyue's hand trembled slightly, and her lips were also trembling. In a pair of bright moon-like eyes, two lines of tears slowly flowed down. Cangyue closed her eyes and let go of the hand holding the tail of the arrow tightly.

The turbid dragon arrow is like a dark golden dragon, roaring to open the rain curtain, splitting the sky, and galloping towards the master's goal. Everything was just a very short moment, not even a breath was completed.

Luo Ri knew that the dead man must have something to do with Gui Ming, but he had no evidence, because Gui Ming had clearly fallen to the ground and closed his eyes tightly. With Luo Ri's cultivation, he could not feel Gui Ming's breath.

People can't be distracted, especially when they meet opponents like Cangyue, even in the blink of an eye, they will be glimpsed and broken by her. Luo Ri obviously forgot this. There were several angry men from Jiuli Village beside him waving knives and bows and arrows, trying to avenge his brothers and clans.

The turbid dragon arrow nailed into the back of Luo Ri and hit the left part of his bulging bag. With only a bang, a dark green base full of copper rust fell to the ground, and then the top like a pagoda. When the top fell, the dark red bead that had been shrouded in its upper part suddenly fell out of control and flew out of thin air. The tail of the turbid dragon arrow swayed left and right, as if it was searching for something. When the arrow tail was right at the dark red broken soul bead, the arrow suddenly separated itself from Lori's body and shot at the broken soul bead like wind and lightning.

Luo Ri slowly turned around. His face was full of blood, and most of it was the blood of the villagers. He looked at Cangyue with a kind of surprise, surprise and heartache. His lips squirmed a few times and probably wanted to say anything, but he didn't say anything, because a mouthful of blood had gushed out and put his words. Submerged in a blood mist.

Puff! Luo Ri fell down. When he died, his eyes were still round and his eyes were still so painful. At the same time, the turbid dragon arrow has caught up with the broken soul bead and smashed it from the air. It was the size of a lychee. The blood-red broken soul bead suddenly split apart. After a red light flashed, the beads broke into four pieces, and one of the heart-shaped fragments shot straight into Luo Ri's round eyes. After disappearing into the eyeball, it suddenly disappeared. The other pieces, like thunder and lightning flashing in the air, emitted a bright red light and then disappeared into the distant sky.

When Luo Ri died, his left eye was red, and a drop of blood oozed from the corners of his eye. Cangyue's heart was like a knife. Her wrist couldn't help dripping blood. Looking carefully, she actually dripped all the way in her footsteps.

"Sister!" Xiaoshan looked at his sister's increasingly pale face in surprise and hurriedly supported Cangyue, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay. It's probably too exhausting." Cangyue said softly.

At this time, the villagers also collected weapons, gathered around Cangyue, and asked one after another, "Py patriarch, are you all right?"

"It seems that she is injured. Help her back quickly!"

"No..." Cangyue waved her hand gently, "Take care of the injured first and restrain the dead..." In one night, several clan members were lost, which made Cangyue's mood extremely heavy. However, what suffocated her more than this heavy was that she killed Lori with her own hands.

The feeling of dizziness came overwhelmingly, and Kan Cangyue, who was highly cultivated, could not support it. She slowly fell down and fell into her brother's arms. Everyone squatted down in surprise, and Cangyue's life was the most precious in the eyes of the villagers in Jiuli Village.

Cangyue's eyes crossed the crowd and looked at Luo Ri. At this time, Luo Ri was already a dead body, lying there weakly, motionless. Cangyue felt a little sour in her eyes. She couldn't help blinking and two more tears fell. Cangyue has always been a strong woman. Since she left her infancy, she has never shed tears for anything. It is because of this that her father passed on the position of patriarch and village head to his daughter, not others, before his death.

The wind swept through the ancestral hall with continuous rain, but did not dilute the blood here. Instead, the strong bloody smell spread, stimulating everyone's nasal cavity. All the villagers are sad and angry. They have lost too much this night, and now they are about to lose the most important person in the village - Cangyue.

"Xiaoshan, after I die, you have to remember that you must find the broken soul beads and refine them into our secret treasure." Cangyue grabbed her brother's hand feebly. Their hands were still too tender to fulfill her last wish, but Cangyue knew that now she could only entrust this matter to Xiaoshan.

"Sister... don't die!" Xiaoshan is a child after all. Even if this seven-year-old child is already a two-story martial artist, his face is wet, and he can't tell whether it is rain or tears. He just hugged his sister, afraid that an inadve sister will leave and never return.

"Don't cry, you are a man, and you have to help the family take care of the moon god bow and turbid dragon arrows..." Cangyue raised her hand with difficulty, and her wrist kept bleeding out. The wound was an old wound. Cangyue stretched out her hand to wipe away the tears from her brother's face, sighed gently, and turned her head to look at the people around her: "Xiaoshan has entrusted it to you..."

"Cangyue, don't say that!" A man sobbed.

"After I died, burn me together with Luo Ri... Even in the underworld, I also want to see him..." This was the last sentence said by Cangyue. After saying this, she breathed a faint breath and closed her eyes.

"Sister..." Xiaoshan cried heartbreakingly. No matter what, he couldn't figure out why his well-cultivated sister suddenly died. Tonight, she even shot an arrow!

"Famid!" The clan also suddenly burst into a burst of crying, and the whole Jiuli village fell into deep sadness.

The next day.

On the marble floor of the ancestral hall, there are seven or eight bodies, each covered with white cloth. The ground was clean and there was no blood stain. If it hadn't been for these parked bodies, people would have mistaken that nothing had happened here.

Outside the ancestral hall, a seven-foot square pile of firewood was set up. The bodies of Cangyue and Luo Ri were placed on the firewood pile. According to Kan Cangyue's last wishes, the villagers will burn them together. You can't live together. Even if you die, you will fly together in this sky.

The villagers wore filial piety and silently cleaned up the mess, and no one spoke. There is a disk-shaped sun hanging on the mountain, and it can't be seen that there was a storm here last night.

"What?" Just as everyone was immersed in work, a man looked at the family treasure base in the frame in astonishment.

"What's wrong?" Another person came over and asked.

"I obviously collected this thing last night, why is there only half left today?" The man was puzzled.

"Will there be any child who is ignorant and secretly take it to play?" Another person guessed.

"How come? Children have always been not allowed to enter and leave the ancestral hall..."

The two people were responsible for cleaning the ancestral hall. They buried their heads in front of the box and searched carefully. They did not notice that one of the bodies parked in the yard was quietly changing. The white cloth covering the body was blown up by the corner by the wind, revealing the arm of the body. The hands that should have been a stiff dead body suddenly grasped. Tighten your fist!

Xiaoshan didn't go to clean the ancestral hall or watch the clan put his sister's body on the wood pile. He didn't even want to watch his sister turn into flying ashes. Xiaoshan cried so loudly that he was only seven years old after all. Even if he is the future patriarch, no one will force a seven-year-old child to do these cruel things at this moment.

Xiaoshan huddled at home. This place was hidden when he was a child when he was a big hide-and-seek. It was extremely secretive. No one knew it except him and his sister. Now Xiaoshan is sitting in a dark corner, bending his knees and holding his head with his hands. Next to him is an object that looks like a spire, which is the upper half of the family's secret treasure. Xiaoshan wants to find his sister's shadow here.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise in the yard. It sounded that someone broke into the door. The hill was horraught. He quietly looked through the corner. There was a pair of feet outside, and blood was constantly dripping from the man's body. The whole yard became bloody again because of the man's intrusion.

Xiaoshan covered his mouth without saying a word. He was keenly aware that something must have happened.

The man rummaged around at home and seemed to be very familiar with this place. He seemed to be looking for something. After some time, the man left and threw a torch before leaving. The whole room was suddenly filled with smoke.

Xiaoshan tried his best to cover his mouth and did not dare to breathe. Fortunately, his position was relatively low, so the smoke and flames could not threaten his life for the time being. Besides, he was a martial artist after all. Finally, there was nothing else outside except the crackling sound of the sea of fire. Xiaoshan quickly grabbed the half of the secret treasure and passed through the hiding place. He wanted to find his own clan.

When the hill came outside, everything in front of him was stunned: the whole Jiuli village was shrouded in fire. The air was filled with the smell of burning, the sound of home, and the crying of children.

Jili Village was almost destroyed. Only seven children survived in the whole village, including Kan Cang Mountain!