Chen Qiu's fist was stained with blood, and he all fell to the ground with one punch.

He lowered his lower body, threw the broken mask of the Dutton to the side, gasped heavily, grabbed his bloody hair and lifted him up.

He looked at the thin and gloomy face in front of him, and pulled out the dagger Qingqing used for that day from his waist with his other hand.

He said to the Lord General:

"I still remember that you said you wanted to sell Qingqing to Yangzhou as a skinny horse... It's so majestic, so evil, so great official power, Lord Dutong."

"Pooh!"

The governor saw the hatred in Chen Qiu's eyes.

He knew that he could not survive today, and his limbs were broken at this time, and he could not fight to the death.

He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and was spitting on Shen Qiu's clothes, and he scolded:

"Relying on the help of the mountain ghost, I will show off my power to your grandfather! Shameless little thief, if you want to kill, you should kill him, why bother with me!"

“Yo.”

Chen Qiu didn't care either, he was not interested in fighting with a dying person.

He stabbed the dagger into Dutong's abdomen with his backhand, and then slashed hard again. As the person in front of him trembled, he said coldly:

"Why do you want to be a good man for me?"

"When I threatened a girl that day, why didn't you see you so tough? You scared her. Do you know that my junior sister will still be awakened by nightmares when she sleeps."

The governor wanted to say something, but Chen Qiu pulled out his dagger and stabbed him again.

As the blood gushed, even though the black-clothed guard was determined to die, he still let out a muffled groan.

"I love my junior sister very much."

Chen Qiu grabbed Dutong's hair, he looked at those eyes, and he said:

"I will avenge her revenge!"

"Do you know what's the best? You and I will have a long life in the future. Sir, let's calculate what you did to my two brothers and sisters and my master in the future!"

"I... the last question."

Lord Duan looked at Chen Qiu holding a dagger in his hand, and asked with blood on his face:

"What is your relationship with the Southern Chao Tiance Army?"

"Um?"

Chen Qiu's dagger stopped in the air. He looked at the Dutong and said:

"What Tiance Army? I don't know!"

"What kind of garlic is served!"

The black guard coughed a few times, and he said:

"Your hand axe technique is clearly the secretly broken formation axe of the Tiance Army. Grandpa, I also fought with them at Dasan Pass back then. That is the last group of men in the Southern Dynasty who still have species."

"You can hide it from others, but you can't hide it from me!"

"My axe is called the Eighteen Styles of the Black Wind Axe. It was handed down by my master and has nothing to do with the Tiance Army. Don't guess it."

Chen Qiu said:

"I will not deceive a dying person, either."

"What's your master's name?"

Lord Tuan gritted his teeth and asked:

"But the old man with two axes who was cheated and killed by Chabao that day?"

"He called Lu Buji, the one who killed you is his disciple Chen Qiu! You must remember it on the road to the underworld!"

When Master Dutong mentioned that Lu was unruly, Chen Qiu lost interest in speaking.

He inserted the dagger into the heart of the Tutong Lord, took another step back, and watched the Tutong fall to the ground.

The latter felt that life was passing by quickly, and even hallucinations appeared in front of him.

"Lu Buji...Tiance Duwei Lu Buji...I actually thought that the relics of the Lao Shizi's immortal family were the most valuable on you two little thieves."

"It's so stupid."

The headmaster sprayed blood in his mouth, and he murmured to himself:

"You... are the most valuable ones. You have reached the top, just... just missed it. I'm not willing to give up, really... I'm not willing to give up."

Chen Qiu ignored Lord Tutong's last whisper.

He picked up his axe and grabbed Lord Dutong's goose-feather sword from the ground.

He could see clearly just now that the sword fought against the Chengying Sword of the Mountain Ghost, but it didn't break.

This must be a good weapon.

Unfortunately, there are a few more cracks of rice grains on the blade, but it doesn’t matter. Find a whetstone to sharpen it, and it can still be used.

The worst thing is that I went out of Taihang Mountain with Qingqing in the future and sold it to a pawnshop, and I could exchange it for a few dollars to spend it.

"It's not easy, it's just a big equipment."

Chen Qiu inserted the knife into the scabbard, carried it behind his back, searched the Lord Tuan all over his body and found a few silver notes. The mountain ghost had already handled the chores there.

He had already dealt with the black guards, but he did not disturb Chen Qiu's "revenge" for his master.

In the eyes of people in this world, Chen Qiu's revenge is natural.

After all, this era emphasizes one day as a teacher and a father for life.

But Chen Qiu's harvest is not just this good knife.

In the sword jade, in addition to the lingering Chabao, there should be many more phantoms that can be challenged forever.

Lord Du Tong is weaker than Cha Bao, but his kung fu is different, which can give Chen Qiu more experience in dealing with people who use swords.

On the last point, Chen Qiu finally got a thought.

He avenged his revenge for the cheap Master's unruly road.

"Go away."

Chen Qiu waved to the mountain ghost not far away, and he was quite excited, as if he was entering the sage time.

He suddenly missed that girl Qingqing. He was very tired now and needed a rest after the fierce battle.

He said to Gongsun Yu:

"It's time to go home, Qingqing probably is anxious."

"etc."

The mountain ghost called him.

Chen Qiu looked back at the mountain ghost and showed a puzzled look. He felt that the latter seemed to be a little hesitant, as if he had something to say to him.

"I won't send you to Suzhou."

The mountain ghost said in a hoarse voice:

"Now that all the thieves in the Northern Dynasty have been eliminated, you can leave safely."

"This one."

Chen Qiu didn't care.

He waved his hand and said:

"It's okay, I'm still half a martial arts practitioner now. I can protect Qingqing back. If you don't want to come out of the mountain, just stay here. When we settle down in the future, we will find time to see you."

"No."

The mountain ghost shook his head.

He sighed and said:

"You have always been curious about my life experience. It's not that I don't want to say it, but... forget it."

The mountain ghost turned his back and said:

"I was born at the foot of Taihang Mountain. You can walk 5 miles from this mountain pass and see a village without a man, with many tombs."

The mountain ghost pointed to the mountain pass not far away and said to Chen Qiu:

"Eighteen years ago, when I was 6 years old, the Northern and Southern Dynasties fought near the Taihang Mountains. The Northern Dynasties plundered villages and towns as the civilians who attacked the Southern Dynasties' army."

"The entire Taihang Mountains were disturbed by them."

Chen Qiu listened patiently.

He could probably guess the story of the mountain ghost, but he did not interrupt him.

"My parents, elders, and even the whole village were searched and caught by them, tied them into the army with ropes, and sent them to the army."
To be continued...