The liver produces the strongest player

"Little three?"

"Yeah." Seeing that there was nothing to do, the old man simply found a small bench and sat down. He smacked his lips and recalled, "I used to be a little doll in our village for many years."

"It must have been... thirty or forty years ago? I can't remember exactly."

He was sitting in front of the door, looking up at the dark sky outside, as if he was recalling the past.

"The one in your hand is called Lord Hushan. In our place, it is a mountain god who deters evil spirits and eats bad people."

"In some families, there are people who died in vain, and they are also used as a town on the tomb to prevent the corpse from changing."

"Really?" Jiang Yang couldn't help but think of the wooden tiger that was on the beam of the house in Lingwei Temple to frighten the female ghost in red.

Immediately, the old man nodded: "Yes."

The old man looked at the sky outside, as if he was recalling the past in his eyes: "That boy is of the same generation as the old man's son, and his talent in carpentry is not like my ineffective son. .”

"This tiger mountain gentleman is also like that kid, with a tiger head and a tiger brain, yelling every day about killing demons and demons, and acting chivalrously."

"Unfortunately, for some unknown reason, that kid suddenly disappeared."

"Then what happens later?" Jiang Yang hurriedly asked.

"Later, I came back once a few years ago." The old man shook his head as he recalled, "It's like a different person."

"Is that so?" Jiang Yang put the wooden tiger back.

At this time, the old man suddenly looked over.

He stared at Jiang Yang with burning eyes and said, "Young man, do you know Xiao Sanzi?"

"Did he do a lot of bad things outside?"

"..." Jiang Yang did not expect that the dying old man in front of him would have such keen insight.

Seeing Jiang Yang's silence, the old man smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Needless to say, I already know." He looked at the roaring thunder outside, "Are you here to seek revenge?"

"That's not true." Jiang Yang said, "The injustice has its head, and the debt has its owner. What's more, the owner of this wooden tiger has already received his due retribution."

"Is that so?" The old man's expression was complicated, the thunder outside became louder, and the white thunder light flickered, reflecting the whole room, sometimes black and sometimes white.

When the light of thunder shone on the old man's face, the old man's face turned pale: "It's retribution."

The tables and chairs shook, and then many wooden carvings fell to the ground and smashed to pieces with a clatter.

The old man said: "Little brother, it's getting late, the old man is going to light the fire and cook."

"I'm really tired today, let's rest early after eating."

Jiang Yang stared at the broken wooden tiger in a daze, and nodded.

"Tiger Mountain Lord, a mountain god who suppresses demons and kills evil, and eats bad guys?" Jiang Yang picked up a piece of debris from the ground.

"Suppressing evil spirits, why did they end up becoming evil spirits?"

He examined the fragments in his hand carefully.

At this moment, he saw that there seemed to be words on one of the fragments.

He quickly picked up the piece of debris.

I saw a line of correct small characters written on it: Liang Zheng, the third son of the Liang family.

Then he saw fragments of other woodcarvings, which seemed to be engraved with the old man's name.

"Liang..."

Jiang Yang's complexion changed slightly, and he vaguely realized something. He put away the wooden block and hurried to the kitchen.

But at this moment, I saw the old man hanging from the beam with a thick hemp rope.

Jiang Yang suddenly felt a little cold in his hands and feet.

"Old man!" He hurriedly put the old man down from the beam, but he felt that the other person's body had lost the body temperature of a normal person.

He then put his finger between the old man's nose and probed it.

No more breath.

Jiang Yang suddenly felt sad.

The thunder outside was still roaring, and Jiang Yang's mood was a little heavy.

When the rain stopped the next day, Jiang Yang dug some holes outside the village and buried all the dead in the village.

Then he put his sword on his back and set off again.

He stared at the sun rising after the rain in the morning, and sighed: "Let's go to Ziwugang first."

Walking out of the village entrance, he glanced back at the already dead village, then turned his head and walked towards the south.

Because it was still early, Jiang Yang didn't rush on the road fast.

But something was still on his mind.

Although he hadn't gotten along with that old man for a long time, he felt that the other party was right in saying that he was still young and his life would be long in the future.

Dao Xin or something, maybe there is no need to act too hastily, after all, reaching this level of cultivation at my age has already far surpassed most of the peers and even the powerhouses of the older generation.

He thought to himself that the confusion in his heart might be due to the heavy pressure on his shoulders, plus the sequelae of practicing martial arts in the illusion of ancient paintings day after day and year after year.

So much so that he felt uninterested in many things, and eventually lost motivation.

People's enthusiasm for anything will be wiped out. Day after day, year after year, when one thing is repeated for a long time, it is inevitable to become muddled.

This made him even more confused and confused.

There is no time for cultivating immortals, how do those truly strong people who have experienced the long river of time resist the decline of enthusiasm and confusion in their hearts?
But today, he saw the despair of old man Liang with his own eyes.

The shock of despair made him feel a little sober.

He saw a life decaying rapidly like a rotting dead branch.

That kind of despair is really awe-inspiring and frightening.

At the same time, it also made him feel that at his age, life should be as gorgeous as summer flowers, how could he be so depressed?

He woke up quickly.

"Is it because I stayed in the illusion of ancient paintings for too long, and my state of mind became old and lifeless earlier?"

At this moment, he suddenly woke up. From the looks of it, exploding the liver for too long is definitely not without side effects.

It's dangerous to have such a mentality.

He patted his forehead, knowing that he must get out of this state of mind as soon as possible.

He looked back at the village behind him again, and the death of the old man reminded himself.

And he could see that the old man was not a bad person.

But in the end it came to that point.

He shook his head, sighing in his heart.

At the same time, he thought back to the old man's memories of the owner of the doll villa.

Perhaps, when that guy was young, he was not as good as he was when he saw him.

But then why did it become like that?
He shook his head, somewhat puzzled.

And just as he was thinking in his heart, he suddenly heard the sound of Dada's hooves coming from behind.

someone is coming.

He looked back and saw a group of four people, all riding good horses, galloping all the way.

"Drive! Drive!"

Amidst the shouts, he galloped past Jiang Yang.

Jiang Yang could clearly see that among the four people, there were three middle-aged men with swords on their backs. Judging from their attire, there was also a heroic woman in a red dress with a sword on her back.

Who are these people?

Several people brushed past Jiang Yang.

Jiang Yang looked at the direction they were going, which was in the same direction as his own.

In Jiang Yang's mind, he couldn't help recalling what old man Liang said: "You are young, don't be too hard on yourself. None of the swordsman who went to Ziwugang came back."

"Are they also going to Ziwugang?" (End of this chapter)