On the Luoyang Wharf, the merchant ship from the Heluo Gang to Badu was about to set sail, and the outline shouted and asked the sailors to check for the last time.

Next to the wooden board leading to the deck, Xiao Tie and Shen Qiu were also saying goodbye to their friends in Luoyang.

The ones who came to see them were the old people from the village.

The original big boss Lang Mutou and some small bosses were all wearing the Heluo Gang's black outfits, and they were dressed no differently than local boxers.

"Uncle Mutou, don't send it, just get here."

Xiao Tie, wearing a black long gown, hugged Lang Mutou and said:

"I will come to Luoyang in a while, and then I will drink and chat with Uncle Mutou and all of you."

"Um."

Lang Mutou, who was tall and tall, nodded as a bamboo pole. This big boss was not a talkative person.

He just reached out and patted Xiao Tie on the shoulder, briefly reminding him:

"Take good care of yourself, don't be impulsive when encountering problems. If you have time, wait for me to go back to Qinglong Mountain to worship."

"good."

Xiao Tie responded.

Lang Mutou turned his head again to look at Chen Qiu, who was wearing a cloak and a hat. He clasped his fists and saluted, saying:

"Xiao Tie is young and has little experience. I hope Brother Chen will take care of him more. We will remember Brother Chen's kindness."

"He is my brother."

Chen Qiu replied in a gentle tone:

"Don't worry, everyone."

The two sides bid farewell, Chen Qiu and Xiao Tie got on the boat and brought a few more boxes of gifts.

It won’t be fine if you don’t collect it.

This is all the wishes given by brothers from the former village.

The ships slowly left the shore, and they waved goodbye to the others on the shore on the deck, and with the shouts of the outline, the figures of those who bid farewell gradually blurred.

"I, Guanheluo, helped my father's brothers, are pretty good, which makes me feel a little more at ease."

Xiao Tie carried a wide sword box on his back and said to Chen Qiu:

"Although the matter of right and wrong has come to an end, Uncle Mutou and his friends are living and thriving in Luoyang. If my father knew about it under the 9th spring, he would definitely be free of worries and reborn."

“That’s right.”

Chen Qiu touched Jianyu and said softly:

"The people from the right and wrong village dare to fight and are not afraid of trouble. They have also seen the world and have strong combat power. The right and wrong village are gone, and they have nowhere to go.

After joining the Heluo Gang this time, Master Lei must be very happy.

If this force can be used happily, the power of the Heluo Gang will grow greatly. With their reputation as the right and wrong villages, it will be much smoother to go through business in Qilu."

He said to Xiao Tie:

"And your third uncle, who is now in charge of the bandit suppression of Qilu, has great power and has heavy troops under his command. If Lei Ye can take over his line, the Heluo Gang will be considered a success in Qilu.

After another year or two, the Heluo Gang can become the first-class force in the Central Plains."

Xiao Tie nodded silently.

He didn't like that third uncle.

Although his father forgave Wu Shifeng before his death, Xiao Tie had his own conclusion about that matter.

Chen Qiu didn't persuade him, and he couldn't persuade him such a thing.

After all, when it comes to the issue of right and wrong, Chen Qiu is just an outsider.

"Okay, let's not talk about this."

Chen Qiu waved his hand, and he looked at the wine bag hanging on his waist, and he said:

"What do you plan to deal with your master's ashes? You can't just carry them with you all the time, right?"

"I plan to go to Quanzhou."

Xiao Tie touched the wine bag on his waist, and he said to Chen Qiu:

"If you can find your master's family, if you can't find it, then bury it at the foot of Yutang Mountain in Quanzhou. The master was born. I want the master to return to his roots."

"OK."

Chen Qiu nodded and said:

"I remember that there is a merchant ship to Guangdong and Guangxi in Luoyue Shangfang. When you return to Suzhou, you will set off and take the boat back and forth for more than half a month. Then I will go back to Luoyang together.

Suzhou is a place of right and wrong. From now on, our group will live in Luoyang for a long time."

He patted Xiao Tie on the shoulder and said:

"I'll go and have a rest."

After saying that, Chen Qiu returned to the cabin and hid in the dream with his sword jade in his hand.

He moved his body for a moment, then pulled out the Greedy Wolf's sword and walked towards the phantom of Qiu Buping.

There is no temptation. Once you take action, you will sacrifice yourself by sacrificing yourself. The cold blade is out of the sheath and attack Qiu Buping's body.

The birds also made a long sound to the phoenix, and then the gun came out like a dragon.

This dream quickly changed to the background of Qinglong Mountain's Yifeizhai. Under a crescent moon, Qiu Buping shook out a cold light and broke Chen Qiu's sword-like posture.

The two of them passed by, and Chen Qiu's waist and abdomen splashed with frozen blood. The scars pulled out by the tip of the gun were visible to the bone.

He ignored it and turned around and shot a snow blowing knife. The cold sword energy broke out from the blade, but was dodged by Qiu Buping, who was holding a bright silver spear.

With the long sound of the sharp blade, the Fengfeng Spear Technique shook off.

More than ten balls of cold light went from near to far, blocking Chen Qiu's route of attacking and retreating, just like being covered in a killing net, leaving Chen Qiu nowhere to hide.

"clang"

With a light sound, the birds pointed a spear at the phoenix two inches in front of Shen Qiu.

The ice condensed by the secret technique of Shuoxue Xuan Gong protected Chen Qiu's body like heavy armor, but with the slight trembling of the bright cold gun in front of him, the protective ice was broken.

Ice chips flew around, like hundreds of hidden weapons bursting out.

But Qiu Buping moved forward with guns in both hands, ignoring the attack of Han Bing. After the silver spear shaking three times, Chen Qiu's head was picked up.

The next moment, he was reborn from his dream and reached out to touch his forehead, which seemed to be left with pain.

In the battle just now, all the trump cards were released, and he barely managed to survive ten moves in Qiu Buping's hands.

“Progress.”

Chen Qiufuer pulled out the Greedy Wolf Blade, took a deep breath, and walked towards Qiu Buping, who was standing with a gun.

The Shuoxue Xuan Gong was just completed, and coupled with the perfect Xueji Mind Method, the true energy flowing in Chen Qiu's body had three parts of the sea atmosphere.

Although sword techniques, palm techniques, and lifting and ridges are almost complete, they all have signs of entering a bottleneck.

It is easy to defeat Yang Fu in Jinan, which proves that Chen Qiu's martial arts have entered the ranks of the field, but it is difficult to get closer.

He challenged hatred and injustice like committing suicide at this time, not self-abuse.

This process is like a block of iron that is constantly forged in the fire.

Every battle is a training. He knows that he cannot win, but with such a good whetstone, how can he not make good use of it?

If we can obtain some martial arts essence from Qiu Buping from these constant challenges, it will be a great thing there.

The most wonderful thing is that Qiu Buping is not the only one who "jue-wrinkle stone" in Chen Qiu's hand.

"Bang"

Chen Qiu's heart was pierced by a bright silver spear, and the blood stains were frozen. He was reborn in the dream again, and this time he survived twelve moves.

"The Fengqin Gun Technique is extremely sharp, exquisite and simple and grand, without any fancy. Every move is born to defeat the enemy.

Maybe my swordsmanship should also focus on learning in this direction.”

While understanding the experience, Chen Qiu held a knife and rushed towards another phantom beside Qiu Buping.

Move the mountain.

The iron-broken master was wearing a linen robe, more than eight feet tall, strong body, strong muscles and bones. The muscle old man held the Juque sword in his hand, and heavy chains were tied to his left arm.

Chen Qiu rushed over, and the cold air was shining, blowing the long beards and white hairs that were moving around the mountain to fly backwards.

The Greedy Wolf Han Blade brought up ten real and fake sword shadows. When it entered the Zheji Mountain, the old muscle man shouted loudly and waved the giant que.

The Canghai Sword Technique is flowing.

But it is not the same as Xiao Tie's three axes.

As soon as the old man made a move, he whistled his sword, from bottom to top, and the sword wind roared, and the power of thousands of soldiers was unstoppable. It was like the rushing sea tide, without any reason, and roughly submerged Chen Qiu's exquisite sword style.
To be continued...