"Bang"

In the dark night, the bonfires were burning and sparks splashed, and the sounds made when the charcoal was peeled off were like firecrackers, reflecting the floating Taihang night.

Che Hua sat on the stone beside the fire. He was disturbed by the jing and could no longer fall asleep.

He held half a piece of roasted steamed bun in his hand, chewing it without appetite while looking at the wooden box in front of him.

Before Chen Qiu left, he made the words very clear.

In the past two years, secret treasures have appeared everywhere in the world, and all kinds of lucky people have emerged one after another.

During the time when Che Hua left Xiaoxiang Jianmen, the ruins of the Xuannv Sect in Xiangyang had just been excavated, although this matter was ruined by Chen Qiu.

The most valuable martial arts essence of Xuannv Sect was also plundered and destroyed by demons.

But those secrets of powerful external skills were brought out by the lucky scattered people in the world.

There are many, more than thirty volumes, and it is said that there are several sets of great martial arts. In order to compete for these secrets, the scattered people in the northern part of Xiaoxiang have become a pot of porridge.

Nearly a hundred people died and disappeared, and many sects were also involved.

That was just the Xuannv Sect, a major sect that was rampant in the martial arts world six hundred years ago, but after all, it was only the Jianghu Sect, and its legacy gifts had already stirred up the storm.

Now, in the box in front of Che Hua, there were the remains of Taihang Immortal Sect's magic, and the real secrets of the immortal family, just a few feet in front of him.

This is the "great adventure" that people in the world long for.

Che Huawei was biting the steamed bun slices with wax. He looked at the box from time to time in the flames.

Although He Wangchuan promised that after the matter was over, he would give Che Hua a good martial arts skills to rebuild the sect, what he asked for now seems difficult to accomplish.

The hero Chen Qiu made up his mind to be an enemy of the righteous way of the martial arts world.

Che Hua couldn't persuade him.

He tried his best, but there was no good result, and it was not his fault.

If there is a secret book of the immortal family in hand at this time, even if the inheritance of the Huashan Sect has been cut off, it will be easy to rebuild the mountain gate.

Just spread the matter like the opening ceremony of Wulong Villa.

Some people who are desperate and eager to make a comeback will join in the fun.

If you choose the best and manage it carefully, the Huashan School will be reborn in the ashes for up to ten years.

Thinking about it this way, perhaps the best solution is to leave Taihang with a wooden box now.

There is no risk, Chen Qiu also said that this secret is to make a promise for Ren Hao.

Maybe, this is what you deserve?

A thought coiled in Che Hua's mind, which made his eyes full of doubts and worries. After the steamed buns were eaten, he sat by the fire, clapped his hands, and stood up.

Hold the wooden box in your hand.

There seemed to be two roads, separated by the fire in front of Che Hua's eyes, as if after experiencing a tragic incident and doing something wrong, God gave him another chance to choose.

Complete your promises honestly and wait for others to give alms.

Or, seize the opportunity in front of you.

He stroked the box in his arms.

This seems to be a shortcut.

After more than ten breaths, Che Hua let out a long sigh.

He stood up and placed the box on the stone on the other side of the bonfire. He returned to the bonfire and turned around and did not look at the box.

Sitting cross-legged on the edge of the fire, the five hearts facing the sky, and began to regulate the true energy of breathing.

I've done it once.

If you make another mistake, you will be hopeless.

"It's not bad."

Fifty feet away, Zhang Lan stood on the big branch, looking at the firelight in the distance, as if he was melting into the darkness and standing on the branch.

It does not cause the dead branches to sway, nor does it cause a slight sound.

He said to Chen Qiu, who was sitting cross-legged under the tree among the dead leaves all over the ground:

"The boy looked a little moved, but he didn't learn it. It seemed that he really regretted it."

"It doesn't matter whether you learn or not."

Chen Qiu closed his eyes and replied:

"Yi Jian is ready in Luoyang, and the beggars under Zhang Tugou are ready to go. Just wait for Che Hua to return, the news will spread all over the world.

I hope that he has learned the martial arts of the immortals, such a living evidence, will not let those people in the martial arts world be moved."

Zhang Lan sat on the branch and said:

"With Che Hua's three-legged cat skills and a treasure, once the news spreads, I'm not lucky and I'm really dead."

"Aren't you just trying your best to walk around the world?"

Chen Qiu said in a gentle tone:

"Besides, Che Hua ran to the scene and said he wanted to atone for his sins, and no one forced him. Since the big man said his oath, he would do it."

Zhang Lan nodded, he looked at the fire in the distance and said:

"If Che Hua does not die in this major event, the revival of the Huashan faction is expected."

No words all night.

When it was dawn the next day, Che Hua was opening his eyes when he saw Mr. Zhang Lan wearing a white dress holding a cat, and quietly appearing in front of the woods in front of him like a ghost.

The young man smiled and waved to him, signaling him to follow.

Che Hua picked up the wooden box, followed Zhang Lan, and walked deep into the Taihang Mountains. He asked softly:

"Mr. Zhang, what exactly does Shen Daxia need Che to do?"

"Simple."

Zhang Lan held Maoer and replied in a gentle tone:

"Didn't he tell you? Remember this road leading to Taihang ruins, take a few things back, go find Yinlou, and spread the news of the ruins appearing all over the world."

"Then are your whereabouts?"

Che Hua hugged the wooden box in his arms tightly. From Chen Qiu's previous actions, he could vaguely feel that the news he had spread would bring about another bloody storm that swept the world.

Zhang Lan felt his hesitation.

The young man Xihua looked back at him and asked with a smile:

"What? I feel like I'm helping the evildoer? What you think is that we are trying to trick those people from the world into Taihang and kill them all?

Don't be stupid. What's the benefit of killing them all?

Besides, it’s so tiring to kill so many people.”

Zhang Lan snorted and said:

"If you don't do anything bad, why are you afraid of knocking on the door?

Che Young Master, you have come to this point and you can't hesitate anymore. I am not as eloquent as Chen Qiu, but I think you are still saved.

Do your best. If you can survive at the last moment, I promise that you will feel proud of what you do.

What we do is much more powerful than the hero who eliminates evil."

After saying that, Zhang Lan stopped, rubbed his chin, looked back at Che Hua, and after a few breaths, he said to Che Hua:

"But before that, I have a very important question to ask you."

"Are you afraid of pain?"

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"Ba,ba,ba"

Late at night, in Linfen City, a rapid knock on the door alarmed the escort in the hidden building.

He yawned and went forward to open the door.

Open all day, this is the rule of Yinlou.

Although the Linfen branch is not as good as the staff in big cities, as part of the Hidden Buildings all over the world, the rules that should be followed should not be messed up.

But the guy was shocked as soon as he opened the door.

"Plop"

A man covered in blood fell into the door and left a bright red blood handprint on the door frame. The dim candlelight made the blood stain scary.

"Hero, Hero? Are you okay?"

The guy hurriedly bent down and wanted to lift the seriously injured person up, but the other party grabbed his wrist.
To be continued...