Chapter 421

According to the custom of the rural people, it is very unlucky to hang white flags in the first month.

However, for the people of yanziwu, this is a common thing. On the eve of new year's Eve, when the family were having dinner and drinking together to welcome the new year, they received a phone call from the north or South China Sea. Unfortunately, their children and relatives died in the war, so they would silently put down their chopsticks and glasses and raise the white flags that had been prepared under the box.

They believe that Bai fan can summon souls. They can't get back their relatives' bodies, and even the ashes are hard to get most of the time. However, they hope to summon their relatives' souls back and return to their roots so that they can meet each other in a dream.

Sacrifice is the norm.

However, it is the first time for yanziwu to raise white flags for a foreigner, and also for an oriental.

Chiba army died in battle. According to his last words, he hoped to stay in China and turn his body into a handful of dust.

The old wine ghost left this matter to Fang Yan to deal with, and gave his shroud, coffin and tomb to the Chiba army.

Yes, it is also an ancient tradition of yanziwu to accept and make casket and coffin for living people and reserve tomb.

Moreover, only the most respected people in the family will have such preferential treatment and honor. After death, these people can enter the ancestral mountain, and can offer the Lingpai to the family ancestral hall.

Now, the old wine devil gave his glory to the Chiba army.

Of course, it is impossible to put the Lingpai of Qianye military department in Fangjia ancestral hall. Everyone is worried that the Chiba army will fight with Fang's ancestors when they enter.

After all, people's living habits and ways of thinking are quite different.

Fang Yan held his disciple's ceremony to organize the funeral for the Chiba army, and hung white flags on the highest camphor tree in Fang's yard.

Bai Huwei personally wrote a couplet to let Bai Yingxiong hang at the door: foreign guest Qianye military department, hero of the world Dongyang sword God.

Fang Yixing leads Fang Hao, Zhao Chengxin and others to kill pigs and sheep to prepare for the feast.

Old wine ghost said thick burial, Fang family will naturally bury for him.

Thick burial is essential for a banquet. When it comes to weddings and funerals, people in the village need to have a good meal. The more abundant and lively the banquet, the more it can be called thick burial. This is no different from the outside.

At the door of the hut, Mr. Fang looked at Fang's place with a big tea bowl and asked, "what's the matter with Fang's family?"

"The Department of thousand leaves of Dongyang sword God came to yanziwu to challenge Mo Qinglong and died. After his death, he left his last words hoping to be buried in China and become a handful of dust in the earth. The Fang family is doing the funeral for him. " Bai Xiu, standing behind, whispered back.

"How to restore light enemy's power?" Asked the gentleman.

"Less than fifty percent."

"What is the skill of thousand leaves department?"

"Twenty years ago, the two were no different. After 20 years of sword understanding, Chiba's swordsmanship has become more advanced. Thousands of swords have become one. He has few enemies in the eastern ocean. He fought with Fang Yan at the sword peak. People who saw him say that he is a very terrible opponent. If it's not for Fang Yan's Taiji heart breakthrough, it's hard to win this game. "

"Then, how can Mo qingenemy, who is less than five successful forces, win the thousand leaves department at its peak?"

"He came to die." Said Bai Xiu with a sigh.

"The Fang family attaches great importance to family affection and righteousness. It's a beautiful thing to do." "Hang up my white flag," said the gentleman, pondering for a long time

"Sir -" Bai Xiu stopped. Gentlemen hang white flags, the death of Chiba army will become a big event of the whole swallow dock.

"Hang up." The gentleman waved and said firmly.

"Sir hung the white flag --" Fang hero panted and ran to Fang Yan and said.

"Ye's family hung a white flag -" Fang moved to Fang Yan and whispered.

"Li's family has put up white flags --"

"Ruan's family has put up white flags --" -

the whole swallow dock is full of white flags.

The reason why the Fang family hung the white flag was the deep relationship between the old wine devil and the Chiba army, as well as the experience of enemies and friends between Fang Yan and the Chiba army.

Mr. Bai fan hung up because he inferred the truth from some unusual information. The hero cherishes the hero, sir. How can this be done by the hero?

Other yanziwu villagers hang white flags because they begin to pay attention to this matter, understand this matter, and then show their respect and admiration to this alien guest from the heart.

Maybe when they meet on the battlefield, they will be bloodthirsty and fight endlessly. However, this does not affect their preference for their opponents.

Because they are all of the same kind.

If they were not of the same kind, how could they meet in such a dangerous place? If they are not the same kind of people, how can they give up their lives for a goal that seems empty and empty?

They can also live in a prosperous city, find a comfortable job, marry a beautiful wife, and have a few lovely children like tens of thousands of people. With their ability, they can live a more comfortable and safe life.But why do they meet on the battlefield?

The news of Qianye Haowu's father's death in battle reached Huacheng, which in turn sent the news of Qianye's death in battle to Yihe yidaoliu. Yihe yidaoliu spread the news of Qianye army's death to the whole eastern ocean and the world of warfighters even further away.

One blade runner field of ihe.

A long bearded man with a black silk head was silent, and the rows of young fighters sitting opposite him looked at the middle-aged man sternly.

"You guys, we, the king of Yihe, the sword God of Dongyang, Mr. Chiba Bingbu, challenged the green dragon, one of the three dragons in China, not to defeat the enemy. Unfortunately, we died." Said the black bearded man in a hoarse voice. His eyes were bloodshot and his hands were tightly clasped.

Boom -

the whole scene.

"Mr. Chiba Bingbu, is he serious? Is he a saint meteor?"

"It's impossible. How can our sword God defeat their green dragon? He's invincible. It's impossible --"

"kill my sword God. We'll fight with him --" -

"although I don't want to believe it, it's the truth I know. This is a kind of shame, a shame of our Yihe sword, and a shame of the whole eastern warlords. " The man just happens to lead the young warrior's mood. "Blood must be paid for. Please practice your sword skills hard, and we will have a green dragon in the future. "

"Blood washing green dragon."

"Blood washing green dragon."

"Blood washing green dragon." ——

Zoe a knife flow.

In the broad and vast Taoist field, an old man in White said such a fact angrily.

"Although the Chiba army is from the eheliu, which has a competitive relationship with us, the Dongyang warriors are one. All honor, all shame. Hua Xia Qinglong killed me. If you don't revenge, you will be a human being. Please use your life. We will challenge Qinglong in the future and revenge for Qianye army. "

"Revenge."

"Revenge."

"Revenge."

The swordsmen in black robes waved their machetes and shouted loudly.

Baqi mountain, a he flow ninja village.

In a simple hut, two men sat opposite each other.

A middle-aged man with several scars on his bald face in black looks fierce. The other one is a thin old man. He can't see his age clearly. But he is too old and too old. His skin is loose and will fall off soon. His teeth are all gone. Even his eyes are hard to open.

"The battle of Chiba army has fallen. This is the war of my Eastern warlords." Said the bald man. "The thousand leaves military department has always been the totem of our eastern warfighters and the hero in our mind. Now he also died in the hands of Chinese green dragon. We Ninja family can't turn a blind eye to him. I want to go to China to challenge three dragons and seven tigers. If I win, it will prove that our Dongyang warriors are not vulnerable. If I lose, let me die on the battlefield. "

The old man opened his eyes difficultly. His loose eyelids almost covered most of his pupils.

He carefully looked at the bald man in front of him and said: "Guangze Jun, you can make such a choice. It's very good. It's the pride of Jiahe ninja. As a sufferer, you need to stand up at this critical moment."

"Go ahead and meet their three dragons and seven tigers. I look forward to your return. At that time, I personally put on the crown of Ninja king for you. Isn't it a glory to die in battle? Chiba military department has gone out of a road that no one has gone through before. He has made a choice that we have no courage to make. He is a hero, the soul of our country. You too. "

The bald man knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times and then turned away without saying a word.

Bang -

the door of the room is closed, and the oil lamp in the room goes out in a swish.

"Do you know? Our eastern sword God died in China - God, I can't accept it. "

"Three dragons and seven tigers in China, each of them is one of the best in the world. Qinglong Mo entered the eastern ocean with one sword 20 years ago. He fought with dozens of experts in the eastern ocean, until he ran into the same young and talented Chiba department and stopped conquering. If it wasn't for Chiba department, if it wasn't for our Dongyang sword God, our entire Dongyang warriors would be conquered He stepped on his feet -- "

" Dongyang swordsmen, do you have courage? Do you still have blood? If you are not a group of cowards, then go to get justice for our sword God -- "

" kill the green dragon and hate the snow "--

the death of the thousand leaves army provoked the anger and hatred of the whole eastern military community.

One school after another came out. They hung the image of the thousand leaves army at the gate of the ashram, and they made a solemn oath that they would avenge the sword God.

Thousand leaves Department of war, seal the gods!

After the sword God, there is no sword God!

PS: I was dragged to Beijing to attend the founding conference of Baidu literature. After the dinner, I ran back to write a chapter. It's too late to update. Let's face it. It's swollen anyway. In addition, thanks for the star night evil children's reward again