In the main hall of Longfu Temple, the Buddha's golden body statue is solemn. Next to the Buddha's statue are two Bodhisattva statues. A few high incenses in the incense burner on the hall are burning, and incense is scattered. Several monks from Longfu Temple sit on the cushion, closing their eyes and knocking on wooden fish, and reciting scriptures. Yin Yueheng, who was still in shock, kowtowed devoutly, kowtowed devoutly, Luo Tianhao knelt behind Yin Yueheng, bowing his head silently. In the morning, Yin Yueheng brought out more than 70 people, but now only the two of them are left. How embarrassing is this? Yin Yueheng suddenly respects the Buddha and believes that he has retribution. He is really afraid of death.

Outside the hall, Zheng Zhaozong and Zhu Tianba who arrived later were talking in a low voice on the steps. Yin Yueheng didn't hear anything, but just prayed in his heart to the Buddha to bless them with peace of their mother and son. Yin Yueheng finally knew that he was afraid. For the past seventeen years, he had to go sideways in Yuzhou City, and he had to walk sideways. Everyone had to give him face, because his father was the King of Pingxi. Now, someone killed him on his head, and he finally understood that no matter how powerful he was or how rich he was, he would always have only one life.

Yin Yueheng decided to go back and persuade his father not to fight Tang Jiu again, but to recruit soldiers and wait for the final decisive battle. This kind of mutual killing in the early stage will only be a loss-making loss, delaying the great cause of the uprising, and the gain will not be worth the loss. If you, Yin Quan and his son, can kill Tang Jiusheng, and Tang Jiusheng can also kill him, who will be afraid of whom? Killing each other will only affect development.

Fifty miles outside the west gate of Yuzhou City, there is Yisongzhuang. There is a large pine tree on the head of the village, which is as paved and paved. Legend has it that there were immortals playing chess here, so it was named Yisongzhuang. There were about two or three thousand residents in Yisongzhuang. It was a small village that said it was big or small. There was an unknown river at the west end of the village, about one foot wide. It bypassed half of the village and went further west. It was said to be a larger river. However, few people in the village left the village and did not know how big the river that the nameless river finally came into.

At the west end of Yisong Village, there are three broken tiled houses, and a blacksmith lives. The blacksmith has been in this village for ten years and has a pretty good craftsmanship. There are no other blacksmiths in the nearby villages, so there are always people coming to him to make a blacksmith, and the business is pretty good, at least it is no problem to support his family.

It is said that this blacksmith has some kung fu skills, but it is not very outstanding. A few years ago, the coach of the Pingxi Palace heard that he knew how to do kung fu, so he came to visit him. He wanted to invite him to the palace to be a famous guard, but after testing the blacksmith's martial arts, he found that he was mediocre in martial arts and did not even have a fourth rank, so he gave up. Since then, no one has ever come to him for the Pingxi Palace.

The blacksmith's surname is Chen and her name is Chen Er. She is almost forty years old this year. She is still single and has not married. With his conditions, it is not difficult to marry a wife. She is a craftsman at least? However, whenever someone introduces a marriage to the blacksmith, the blacksmith will shake her head and say, forget it, don't want to find a wife, it's too troublesome. After a long time, everyone knows that the blacksmith has no intention of marrying a wife, so no one introduces him to another. To this day, the blacksmith is still single. However, the blacksmith took a teenage apprentice last year and lived with him. It's not as lonely as before. Someone also talks when he is free.

On that evening, Chen Er, the blacksmith, was not very burly, but the strong blacksmith, was still pulling the bellows and calcining the iron blocks. The little apprentice swung the little hammer beside it, and the hammer was jingling an iron bar, making sparks everywhere. Whenever the iron was hit, the master and apprentice were mostly silent. In the yard, where there was no other sound, there were suddenly two more people, who were hitting the iron.

The little apprentice looked up and saw the two people who suddenly appeared in the yard, almost scared to tears.

Two people in black robes were both calm. One was an old man with silver hair and wrinkled old face. He was leaning on a tiger-head crutch in his hand, and the other was an old lady with a dark and gloomy face. He was not arrogant and had a cruel and vicious look, and he looked so cruel that he could not be easily messed with. The old lady had a bun on her head and a tiger-head crutch in her hand. Both of them were as fierce as a vicious person. The two of them stood in the yard and looked at the blacksmith Chen Er together.

Some hunchbacked blacksmith Chen Er raised his head and looked at the two uninvited guests. He was not as panicked as his apprentice. He asked calmly: "Come?" No one answered. The two men in black robes walked towards Chen Er together. The old lady was limping while walking. Chen Er saw the old lady in black robes limping her legs, subconsciously frowned and asked softly: "Have you fought with someone?"

The old lady in black robe finally spoke, "Yes, I was slapped by someone with a slap." The old lady's voice was a little hoarse.

Chen Er's face, which had been calm, finally felt a little surprised, "Yi Zhang? Who is it? So strong?"

The old man in black robe said angrily: "Who else can be injured by one palm? Zheng Zhaozong!"

Chen Er nodded silently, took out a large black pill from his arms, which was as big as a fist, and threw it to the old lady in black robe. The old lady was very fast and caught the big pill in one hand, broke it apart, and threw it into her mouth to chew it. Chen Er whispered: "This is the last pill, and I have no choice if someone gets the palm of my hand. By the way, how could you offend him? Who would be willing to mess with that devil?"

The hoarse voice of the old lady in black robe sounded again, "Two months ago, we followed the eldest lady with the eldest daughter. Luoyu Pavilion is gone. He is now our enemy and came out halfway. I was not convinced and kicked him, so that's it. Now it seems that his bloody hand is stronger than before. Even if the three of us join forces under his hands, I'm afraid we can't stand for more than a dozen rounds."

The torch in the furnace, Chen Er's face turned red. While pulling the bellows, Chen Er said coldly: "Fighting is your business. I have been washing my hands for many years. It has nothing to do with me if I don't do my business. I don't want to care about you because you are my senior brothers and sisters."

The little disciple He Dameng listened on the side and thought to himself, Oh, it turns out that these two people are the master's senior brothers and sisters, and they must be seniors who are black-shot. Well, if you have time, you must ask them about the skills of blackshot. Of course, He Dameng, the little disciple Chen Erxin, will not know that these two black robe people are the two elders of Luoyu Pavilion, which are famous in the world. Chen Er is their junior brother. He was also a powerful figure in the world. In the end, because of his junior sister, he was expelled from the master's sect and since then he has settled into this village as a blacksmith.

Ying Honglie asked, "Junior brother, you only have the prescription for preparing the antidote. Why don't you give a few more antidotes? If it is useful, the medicinal materials are not fully prepared, isn't it too late?"

Chen Er looked at the bellows without looking back and said lightly: "I am not in the world, and I don't participate in those revenge killings. What's the use of asking for an antidote? I don't mess with him, and he doesn't know that I am here, of course I won't run to this farm to kill me. I'm here to play iron, and my life is very comfortable and free, not much better than being in the world? If there is a senior brother and sister who are tired of life in the world, you can consider coming here to be a neighbor with me.

Even if you don’t make iron, you can weave baskets, mats, and straw sandals, and your life can be settled."

An Chang smiled delicately and said, "Promiscuous! If you weren't as promiscuous back then, how could the junior sister run away with others?"

Chen Er said sadly: "No matter whether I have a promising future or not, she will also leave with others. I am the best in the world, and she will not take it seriously! A lover's eyes are like Xi Shi. She thinks he is good at everything and is better than me in every place. I am just a casual temperament. Finally, because of my junior sister, I fought with Renda once, but it turned out that way and was driven out by my master. You are right, no disciples in Luofeng Palace are as unpromising as me, so I am a blacksmith here. Isn't it good to be a blacksmith here? There are no nearby villages that can't lack me!"

Ying Honglie smiled and said, "Do you like the feeling of being needed by others? Now the whole world needs you, don't you go out of the mountain? Your medicine and the weapons you kill can save countless people. Shouldn't you go out of the mountain? With your ability, what's the point of benefiting the villages in all directions? How great is it to benefit the world! Your senior sister and I, two of us, are willing to abandon the darkness and turn to the light. You are a kind-hearted person, and you should do more good things!"

Chen Er chuckled expressionlessly and said angrily: "I am here to make a blacksmith, and the local people will thank me. If I am making a blacksmith for the world, who knows me, and who will be grateful to me? I am kind to others and think it is a donkey liver and lungs, and I can't do it! The world doesn't care about me, I don't care about the world, and I forget each other in the world, wouldn't it be beautiful?"

An Changxiu's ugly old face showed a smile, "It's still the stubborn temper back then! Oh, senior brother and sister are here, forget it if you don't invite us to dinner, don't even invite us to a bowl of water? This is too inconsistent with your Chen Qingfeng's hospitality method, right?" Chen Er's little apprentice He Dameng said in his heart, it turns out that my master has a name, Chen Qingfeng, not just Chen Er, well, this name is really good!

Chen Er turned around and said, "Da Meng, come and pull the bellows, put the iron bar there!" He Da Meng agreed, put down the hammer, came to the master, took the pull rod, and pulled the bellows with his head in silence. Chen Er raised his head and smiled a little on his face, "Senior brother, senior sister, please!"

Three broken tiled houses, two light and one dark. Chen Er, who is famous for Chen Qingfeng, brought his senior brother Ying Honglie and senior sister An Changxiu into the house. Chen Er lit two red candles, placed the candlestick on the dilapidated table, and asked his senior brother and sister to sit down. Ying Honglie looked at the broken room that was barely considered a living room, with a pair of upright couplets hanging on the wall, "Gold is refined in the furnace, and jade is born from the hammer." Ying Honglie burst out with a sneer, "Junior brother, you have not changed at all, you are still as pretentious as you were back then!"

An Changxiu smiled and said, "You come with us and go to King Wei to support the world, and can also show your ambitions! There are many beautiful women in King Wei, all of whom are hundreds of times stronger than her you are dreaming of. You, you have spent so much effort on a woman when you were too shallow in your eyes!"

Chen Er poured two bowls of clear water for Ying Honglie and An Changxiu, and said expressionlessly: "Sorry, I don't have tea here, only clear water, you can drink it! I'll go to join King Wei? Give me a reason first! She is her. Even if there is a good woman who is hundreds or thousands of times better than her, she is not her. And the one in my eyes is actually already dead and buried in my heart."

Ying Honglie and An Changxiu looked at each other and shook their heads together, this despicable guy.
Chapter completed!