Heaven Devouring Immortal Emperor

It turned out to be grandparents and grandchildren.

"Old man, come and bake the fire!" Wind Yi Mo let out the place near the temple door, said to the old man.

"Thank you, brother!" The old man arched his hand to thank him, took his little grandson, sat down beside the bonfire, looked at Xiangfeng Yimo, and asked, "in the wild mountains, is my brother alone?"

Wind Yi Mo smiles, nods a way: "well, a person, used to."

The old man is about seventy years old. His hair is half gray and his face is gray. He seems to be in poor health. The little boy is as handsome as a pink. He looks at Feng Yimo with a pair of big black and shiny eyes. He is not afraid of life at all.

The coachman took some things from the car and moved them to the temple. There was a parcel and a piece of animal skin. The coachman cleaned up the ground and spread the animal skin. Then he came to help the old man.

Feng Yimo found that the old man was staggering and couldn't breathe after a few steps. He couldn't help shaking his head secretly. The old man's time was running out.

Instead of following the old man, the little boy took a piece of wood and threw it into the campfire, which aroused a spark. The little boy giggled and was very happy.

The old man sat on the animal skin and gazed at his grandson, his face full of sadness. He pointed to his grandson and said to the coachman, "Qu San, bring the young master here."

"Yes, sir!" The coachman answered and took the boy to the old man. The old man held the boy in his arms and did not speak. He looked at his grandson all the time, as if he could not see enough.

The coachman opened the package, which contained several roast chickens, pig's hoof arms, some flour cakes and a wine bag. He tore off a chicken leg and handed it to the little boy. The little boy took it and handed it to the old man's mouth

The old man's eyes filled with tears, "Mo'er is good, grandfather is not hungry, you eat first."

The little boy nibbled at the chicken leg.

Although more than two Zhang apart, Feng Yimo still heard the conversation between his grandparents and grandchildren, which reminded him of his grandfather, who also called himself Mo'er. Unexpectedly, it was a kind of fate that he met someone with the same name in the broken temple. I don't know what happened to my grandfather. Are they still in maple leaf town?

In a daze, the coachman Qu San poured a bowl of wine and came over with a roast chicken, saying: "this little brother, our master asked me to send it. Thank you for giving us a shelter from the rain!"

Feng Yimo nodded, did not refuse, took the chicken and wine bowl, eat and drink up.

The grandparents and grandchildren were tired and soon fell asleep. The heavy rain outside fell on the top of the temple, crackling and crackling. From time to time, the thunder exploded. The frightened little boy went into the old man's arms.

Feng Yimo didn't sleep and kept the bonfire burning all the time. In this way, the temple was not very cold.

The coachman Qu San looks at Feng Yimo in surprise. He nestles up beside the old man, half lies down, and goes to sleep. He doesn't change his wet clothes.

When the time came, the rain outside was light, but fengyimo still heard the sound of horse's hooves in the sparse rain, and his divine sense came out quietly. Eighteen riders galloped in the direction of his own temple!

Feng Yimo sneers in his heart. It's really a revenge in the world. What did an old man and a young boy do? They let 18 secular experts attack all night and kill the grass!

Dada!

The horse's hooves hit the ground, splashing countless water. From far to near, the dust on the roof of the temple shed fell. The old man suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes changed from puzzled to angry. He turned to Qu San and asked: "Qu San, I think I'm good to you. Why do you want to betray me?"

Qu San turned over with one knee and banged his head three times: "master, you are very kind to Qu San. Even if Qu San dies, he will not be rewarded. But they caught the little wife and children, if the little did not agree with them, the wife and children would not survive! Don't worry. When I save my wife and children, I will avenge you and the young master. Then I will kill myself and accompany the master! "

"You..." The old man's trembling fingers pointed to Qu San, and finally sighed and waved: "just go. Tell them that the little brother is innocent, don't hurt the innocent! "

The broken wall of the courtyard was washed down by the horses. Eighteen riders had already rushed into the courtyard. People were happy with the neighing of the horses, which scared the little boy to cry.

The old man stood up and looked at the leader of the eighteen riders with bright eyes. He said in a loud voice, "it's my great honor that the second master of the deadly tiger Chang actually came out in person."

The man laughs, takes off his hat and shows a face full of flesh. He jumps off the horse with one side of his leg. His movements are very natural and unrestrained, but he is a secular martial arts master!

"Don't worry, master Peng. Our elder brother wants to invite master Peng to have a drink. Unexpectedly, master Peng doesn't give face and leaves without saying goodbye. Elder brother has no choice but to order my brother to come after me all night. Fortunately, I didn't miss it, thanks to the three brothers of Qu!" Chang Er ye said.

Qu San blushed with shame, clenched his fists, and his forehead became blue. Finally, he sighed helplessly and left Zhang Xu and the temple.

The other seventeen riders dismounted, their movements were uniform, they were obviously well-trained, and they came to the temple with strong momentum.Wind Yi Mo self-care fire, did not finish the roast chicken on the fire, while eating, while Bata mouth: "really fragrant, really delicious!"

Seeing Feng Yimo, Chang Er Yeh was slightly stunned. He turned to Qu San and saw that there was an outsider. Qu San shook his head to indicate that he was not with the old stronghold leader.

"Boy, if you want to live, get out of here!" Chang Er Ye says to Feng Yi mo.

"Wait a minute, the injustice has its head and the debt has its owner. This little brother is not related to me, so don't embarrass him! Come on, let me understand the thirteen deadly moves of the deadly tiger! " The old man put his grandson on the animal skin and leaped forward with one hand. His movements were very quick, but his footwall was light and unstable.

Chang Er Yeh snorted coldly, "old man, you care about yourself, and you care about others? 17、 Kill him With that, he jumped up and rushed to the old man. With both fists, he rolled a trace of rain in it. It was fierce!

The last young man of the seventeen people came to fengyimo with a cold face. He pulled out his waist knife and didn't speak. He looked at fengyimo sullenly, as if fengyimo was dead.

Feng Yimo sighed. No matter in the world of cultivation or the secular world, there are so many arrogant people everywhere, and they don't look up. They eat the remaining chicken bone in their hands and fly out, aiming at the young people's face!

The young man was surprised. It turned out that this man was a master who could not escape. But he suddenly found that he couldn't move, as if he had been fixed. He couldn't even make a sound. His eyes were full of horror, and his mouth was wide open. The chicken bone flew in from his mouth, puffed, and flew out of his back brain with snow-white brain. Then he came back Straight down, arms still holding forward knife action!