Ziyi Hou stroked his hair. After a while, he said softly, "When this is over, you should go to find my Elder Martial Brother as soon as possible. Do you know?" Fang Baoji said, "Yes." The Marquis of Purple took out a bag of tricks from his bosom and said, "It was left by my Elder Martial Brother. In the bag, there was a place where he was invisible. Over the years, in order to avoid revenge, he never told anyone where he was invisible. Although he left this bag of tricks, he only allowed me to send one person to find him when I needed it most. He repeatedly told me that only one person could be found, so I didn't even read it myself." Ziyihou answered, "My Elder Martial Brother is a strange man. There must be some strange tricks in this bag of tricks. Alas!"! Whether you can find him or not is still unknown. Fang Baoer suddenly raised his head and shouted, "Since I said I would do it, I must do it. No matter where he is, I must find him." "That place may be far away, but you have to go alone. You are young, and you don't know martial arts. You are far away. Are you afraid?" Fang Baoer stared round and said, "Even if I am afraid, I will go. I don't know how many things I am afraid of in my life, but I am not afraid to do those things." With a smile on his face, Ziyi Hou said, "Good boy, this is the true qualities of a hero. If a man who never knows fear is just a fool or a reckless man,white marble slabs, he is not a hero." Although this kind of words sounds difficult to understand, in fact, there is a lot of truth, Hu does not worry over and over again, carefully chewing the taste of these two words, do not feel crazy. With a long sigh, Ziyi Hou raised his head to heaven and said, "Everything has finally been explained. After I died,white marble mosaic, I can feel at ease.." Suddenly he shouted, "Bring me the wine. When I get drunk, I will meet the ghost pawn. Tell him that there are many men in the world who are not afraid of death. In front of these people, the gods and ghosts will bow their heads." The maidens had to fetch the wine, only to bow their heads and weep. Ziyi Hou drank by himself and drank several cups. On his pale face, a strange red color gradually appeared. He murmured in his mouth: "I am a hero.." End like this, sigh, providence. An act of God.. Suddenly he gave a loud shout: "Oh!" He looked up to the sky and laughed wildly and said, "I have fought thousands of battles with people in my life. It's soul-stirring. I have to die in a hundred years of life. What can I sigh for if I can die in such an opponent?"? Ha-ha …… Idiot.. Idiot.. In the midst of wild laughter, he struggled up and ran to the secret room behind the cabin on his knees. Bell and Pearl called softly and rushed over to help him. "I'm going by my own way," said Ziyi Hou in a huff. "Who wants you to come with me?" Bell and Pearl hung their heads and stopped. Ziyi Hou looked up out of the window and laughed wildly, "Life.." Life! Ha-ha Dork, dork.. He ran into the back room, slammed the door, and never opened it again. Just listen to the sound of guffaw in the room, this is very high, Silver Travertine Slabs ,Nero Marquina Marble Slab, gradually low, and eventually can not be heard again. This generation of chivalrous swordsmen left in a huff of laughter. The mediocre people of the world are always struggling in the world of mortals, but in the eyes of this generation of heroes, they are just a group of fools. By this time there was dawn in the east, and the sea was alive again, but the cabin was lifeless and extremely sad, so that everyone had forgotten to cry, but was in a daze and continued to cry. A gust of wind came and tinkled the golden bell of the bell eardrop. But the bell, which usually sounds so clear and pleasant, now sounds like a sad rhythm. I do not know how long, the bell suddenly turned to the bow. The tears on her face had dried, and in a twinkling she looked so serious and holy, and her glittering eyes, fixed on the shore, did not move for a long time. The dawn on the sea comes the earliest. Qunhao watched the dawn coming, and his heart was even more sad and heavy. The biting sea breeze blew on them, and they did not feel the cold, but they shivered. Suddenly, the bell stepped onto the bow of the boat. The blue sky and the sea set off her beautiful figure in white. Qunhao didn't even dare to look up. He couldn't help but hang his head. Bell eyes four sweep, a word slowly way: "Hou" … Sir. Already. Go "" He brushed his hair with his backhand and suddenly shook himself down. These five words floated from the sea, floating in the ears of Qunhao, but Qunhao suddenly shook his body, they were all crazy, even the bell fell down and no one saw it. Also do not know who, should kneel down first, other people immediately followed kneeling all over the ground. The waves beat the shore, the wind whistled, and there was a song with the wind, and the song said: "The two swords strike today's wind and cloud, and the dragon sings absolutely." The giant star falls. Although the lyrics are simple, but it is full of a solemn and stirring meaning of desolation, the song is simple and pure, Qunhao crazy to listen to, who does not shed tears? He sang over and over three times, and the heroes could not help but sing along with him. In an instant, the land was filled with this solemn and stirring song. A man dressed in clothes, with disheveled hair and bare feet, hugged out from the crowd and walked to the seaside singing loudly. It was Wang Banxia. Waves like mountains, surging and surging, in front of him rolled up layers of silvery white spray, rising tenaciously in the morning, they were submerged by clouds, and bent heavily on the sea. The sea and the sky seem to have suddenly turned into infinite vitality. With tears in his eyes, Wang Banxia murmured, "Since Heaven does not bless this man, why should we mourn for his death?" Suddenly, one hand tightly grasped Wang Banxia's arm. The strength of the hand and the hardness of the five fingers almost crushed Wang Banxia's elbow. Wang Banxia frowned and turned his eyes to see a walking monk in a gray cloth cassock and a wide-brimmed bamboo hat standing close to him. The bamboo hat was wide and low, almost covering the face of the walking monk. But Wang Banxia saw his wooden brown face, his knife-like cheeks, and his lips closed in a line. He didn't need to look twice. He knew that this man was Mulangjun. Mulangjun said in a deep voice, "Have you forgotten the appointment to fetch the medicine?" Wang Banxia said,Pietra Gray Marble, "No." "Bring the medicine," said Mulangjun. "There's no medicine," said Wang Banxia. Mulangjun closed his lips more tightly. "Do you want to go back on your word?" Wang Banxia asked. "Ziyihou is dead. Where can I go for medicine?". forustone.com