The next morning, there was a blazing fire outside the house, and the bodies of the Japanese pirates were piled up and burned.

Outside the fire, Chen Qiu and Xiao Tie were carrying two hoes, Xiao Tie's face was full of pain. He looked at the burning fire in front of him and said to Chen Qiu:

"Brother, do you really want to do this?"

"It must be done!"

Chen Qiu patted Xiao Tie's shoulder and said:

"I know you are like your master and your son.

But the more this happens, the more you want your master to enjoy peace after his death. I told you last night that the people behind these Japanese pirates...

I don’t know if they are immortals, but I know a little bit!”

Chen Qiu looked at the burning fire in front of him and said softly to Xiao Tie:

“If you look for this kind of search, there will be a second time.

You can protect your master's grave for a while, but you can't protect your master for a lifetime. Instead of waiting for those people to insult your master's body, it is better for you to give your master the final liberation with your own hands.

Don’t you say that when your master died, he also told you to burn his body?

If you had done that at that time, there wouldn't be such a thing now."

Chen Qiu breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and walked towards the courtyard, he said:

"Don't stand there, follow us and complete your master's final instructions."

Xiao Tie hesitated for a moment and followed quickly.

The two of them came to the end of the house. On the edge of the cliff of this barren mountain, the Japanese pirates had already stubbornly broken into a big pit, away from where Xiao Tie buried his master's body.

It's less than three feet.

As long as he and Shen Qiuwan come for a day, his master's body will be dug out.

"You are also slow."

Chen Qiu grabbed the hoe and digged the ground one by one, while saying to Xiao Tie beside him:

"Your master is called Zheqian Mountain. Think about it yourself and walk with your back. Isn't that the word "Immortal"? How can ordinary people have such a name?

Haven't you ever doubted the origin of your master?"

"No."

Xiao Tie also looked innocent. This tall and strong boy said to Chen Qiu while digging soil:

"My master is very kind and has been very nice to me since he was a child. He never talks about his past affairs. He just teaches me a set of Canghai Sword Art and tells me that if I practice this sword pose deeper, I will be invincible in the world...

I just thought he was bragging.”

"You, really."

Chen Qiu complained:

"You are not lucky, you have a master who cultivates immortals.

He said you are lucky, but you know nothing about it. Maybe you are really like your father, born with the seven killings and everything goes well.

When I have time in the future, I will find a fortune teller to see you."

As the two of them were talking, the hoe in Xiao Tie's hand hit the heavy object. The two hurriedly continued to dig out the soil and quickly lifted a pair of rough coffins.

"I made this coffin for my master."

Xiao Tie slapped the rough coffin and closed his eyes and said.

He couldn't bear to do this when opening the master's coffin, so he turned around and asked Chen Qiu to help him do it.

Chen Qiu knocked on the coffin in front of him three times, then got up and slapped it on the coffin with a palm, knocking it away from the lid.

He was already ready to smell the foul smell.

After all, Zhechishan has been dead for almost two years. If you are buried underground, the body must have rotted and smelly.

But unexpectedly, after the coffin lid was knocked away, the body lying in the coffin showed no sign of decay.

"this!"

Chen Qiu widened his eyes.

In the coffin, Zhejishan, who was strong, wore a black robe, and maintained his appearance before his death, with his hands folded on his chest.

It has a long white beard and a long white hair.

He closed his eyes, his face was lifelike, and he was like falling asleep.

This old man is probably in his 60s.

But the muscles all over the body are exaggerated, and they are simply the old version of the iron-broken boy.

"Master!"

When Xiao Tie heard the movement, he also looked back. After seeing the corpse of Zhejishan Buyuan, he shouted and fell to the ground.

"Xiao Tie, how dare you say that your master is an ordinary person?"

Chen Qiu calmed down, and pointed to the mountain in the coffin and said in half to the iron-folded boy:

"Now some people say that he has become an immortal, I believe it. After two years of death, his skin has not been dry at all, just like living, such a person...

It's really unimaginable.

His martial arts skills are probably even higher than your father!”

At this time, even the slow Xiao Tie knew about it.

His master is definitely not an ordinary martial arts practitioner.

"Brother, what's wrong with this?"

Xiao Tie was a little confused for a moment and even spoke Liaodong dialect.

The fact that Master is suspected to be a cultivator is irrefutable.

The warrior said that his master was once a member of the "Immortal", and he believed it now, but the warrior said that the immortal had noticed this and that no one related to Zhedong Mountain could escape.

This made Xiao Tie feel a little hesitant and astonished.

This is normal. Anyone will be afraid of things that they don’t understand.

"You ask me, who will I ask?"

Chen Qiu replied angrily.

He looked at Zheidishan in front of him, and a magical idea suddenly popped up in his mind. Just looking at the body shape, he knew that like Zheidiboy, he was a man of natural divine power.

This is definitely the peerless treasure in Ai Dacha’s eyes.

If the remains of Zhechishan were sent to Ai Dachai, they might be able to get Qiu Buping's body back.

But this idea was extinguished by Chen Qiu just as soon as it appeared.

If he really did this, Xiao Tie would definitely fight him desperately.

Although Qiu Buping is Xiao Tie's biological father, in the heart of this simple child, it is really hard to say which one is more important, Qiu Buping or Zheshan.

"well"

Chen Qiu sighed.

He stretched out his hand and touched Zhedanshan's neck. It was very cold, as cold as a corpse, which made Chen Qiu feel relieved.

The master in front of him, no matter how good his martial arts skills are, he is now dead.

If you are not afraid of living people, why should you be afraid of dead people?

"Come on, help me."

Chen Qiu hooked his finger to Xiao Tie, and he said:

"With me, I will finally give you a trip to Master. If you don't want his body to be used by those bad people, you should know that it is necessary to do so.

There is something wrong with my heart.”

Xiao Tie nodded.

He stepped forward and together with Shen Qiu, he took out the remains of the mountain from the coffin, wrapped them in black cloth, carried them to the bonfire in front of the house, put the firewood in it, and placed the master in it.

Xiao Tie personally held the torch, his eyes were red, and he lit firewood for the Zheji Mountain.

Strangely, this corpse has not rotted for two years.

But when it comes into contact with the flame, it starts to burn quickly, just like pouring tinder oil.

Chen Qiu stood behind Xiao Tie and reached out to put his hand on Xiao Tie's shoulder.

The two of them looked silently at the corpse of the master in the martial arts world in front of them burned into flames. After a stick of incense, Xiao Tie found a pocket made of fur and put away his master's ashes.

There were no strange things like relics.

This made Chen Qiu breathe a sigh of relief.
To be continued...