From the Valley of the Wicked to the Town of Demons

Dongjiagou at dusk is solemn and solemn.

The whole village is full of white cloths and veils hanging up everywhere. It seems that a great person has passed away, and everyone in the village is expressing their condolences.

Yi Xing and the others came slowly, and when they arrived at the entrance of the village, they couldn't help but be moved by the sight in front of them. After all, the one who can make a village treat them so solemnly must be someone they respect.

Because they got the news beforehand, everyone in the God Catchment Sect knew that the patriarch had passed away, so they were not very surprised.

"Speaking of which, I have met this patriarch once."

Wang Yu opened his mouth and said, everyone couldn't help being taken aback, because along the way, Wang Yu never said that he knew the head of the Dong family in Dongjiagou.

"The patriarch's name is Dong Meng. When there was a flood in Yizhou, there were many bandits. The Yizhou martial arts comrades once organized bandit suppression, and this Dong Meng came to help.

Thinking back, I was still a catcher at that time, and I hadn't had many days since I first joined the God Catchment, so it was the first time to go on a mission with Master in that grand meeting, and I was timid and inexperienced at the time.

Now things are different, there is a generation of outstanding people in Jianghu, and the glory of the older generation has also come to an end.

Just like this Dong Meng, he was full of vigor back then, but now, it's all gone. "

These words of emotion were referring to Dong Meng, but in fact, they were more like Wang Yu's recollection of his past days.

Wang Yu is considered an old man in the God Catchment Sect. He said that he met Dong Meng when he first entered the God Catchment Sect.

However, Wang Yu's words reminded Yi Xing that after all, Dongjiagou might not be considered a big deal in Jianghu, but in Yizhou, he still had some reputation.

So there are many stories about the patriarch of Dongjiagou.

"Dong Meng became famous when he was young, and it is not unrelated to Dongjiagou's current reputation in Yizhou.

Originally, Dong Meng's talent was not very good, but I heard that he got an adventure later, and his realm improved by leaps and bounds. Before he was 30 years old, he became a sixth-rank martial artist.

Yizhou's suppression of bandits made him famous, but what really made him famous in Yizhou was the competition with Yizhou's number one sharp knife.

It is said that this battle was extremely fierce, Dong Meng was hit with seventeen knives, but he still stood upright, and then he fought for wine with the Kuai knife hand with his seriously injured body, his heroism was very impressive, which is really admirable.

What's more, Dong Meng was also stabbed twice by the sharp knife. You must know that the sharp knife hand has not been hacked for many years, not to mention that Dong Meng also chopped him twice.

So the drink was paid by Kuai Dao, and it was also because of that battle that Dong Meng became one of the most famous swordsmen in Yizhou, and Dong Jiagou's sword skills also took a place in Yizhou's unique skill list. "

After Yi Xing finished speaking, everyone immediately admired Dong Meng. When swordsmen or swordsmen meet for a drink, whoever pays the money will show that they have the heart to make friends.

Therefore, Dong Meng made Yizhou's number one fast swordsman feel friendly, which means that the fast swordsman was also impressed by Dong Meng.

Immediately, someone suggested that since they are here, why not go to the mourning hall to burn a stick of incense, and talk about respect for this generation of heroes.

After listening to his subordinates' suggestion, Yi Xing nodded, and immediately led everyone to the mourning hall, because the mourning hall was in the middle of the village, so it was easy to find.

I saw a lot of people around the mourning hall, all of them wearing sackcloth and filial piety. This Dongjiagou is full of people with the surname Dong, so it is only natural for the villagers to wear sackcloth and filial piety for the patriarch.

"Please also ask, how many are..."

Seeing a stranger coming to the village, an old man wrapped in white linen clothes came over immediately. Although this old man is no less than [-] years old, he walks like flying and breathes calmly. He is obviously in good health and eats well. that kind of elderly people.

In the Great Wei Dynasty, there were still such stature at this age, but it was rare.

But the crowd did not show any surprise. After all, Dongjiagou is a martial arts practitioner, and it is not uncommon for there to be healthy elderly people.

"We are the iron catchers of the God Catchment Sect. We have come to express our condolences when we heard that Old Hero Dong passed away."

Wang Yu opened his mouth. It is easier for him to speak than Yi Xing for this kind of thing.

Besides, his mouth is sweeter than Yi Xing's.

"Oh, it turns out to be the adults of the God's Catchment Sect, please come in quickly, please come in."

As soon as the old man heard that it was someone coming from the door of the gods, he immediately showed a smile and greeted everyone.

Everyone was not polite, Wang Yu talked with the old man in front, and everyone behind followed, but they frowned slightly when they glanced to the left and right.

Why does Dongjiagou feel that there are so many fewer people? Why do most of the people who come out are old, weak, women and children, where are the young and middle-aged?

Not only the people in the Shenchuangmen found out, but Lin Xiaochuan also noticed something was wrong. According to the melon seller, this Dongjiagou should have a strong style of martial arts. Not only the direct line of the Dong family, but also many collateral and foreign surnames There are people, so there should be many young and middle-aged people, but what about them?
Although they had doubts, everyone didn't talk too much. They came to the mourning hall honestly, and saw a red coffin in the middle of the mourning hall, with a memorial tablet inside, and a few women and children beside them, who seemed to be the people close to Dong Meng. At this moment, with tears hanging on his face, he was crying and standing aside.

There are no young adults.

Everyone looked at each other and noticed something strange, but no one said anything, but Wang Yu said a few words to the old man, then took three incense sticks, walked to the memorial tablet, and lightly lit them.

"My lord, god catcher, iron catcher, salutes you."

A young man outside shouted loudly, his voice was not very loud, but it was quite loud, but because he was only twelve or thirteen years old, his voice seemed a little immature.

Wang Yu respectfully offered incense, bowed, and then accepted the gift from the family members, then walked back, but when he passed by Dong Meng's coffin, he couldn't help being stunned.

But he didn't make a sound, but still walked out slowly, and joined the crowd of God's Catcher.

"Have you found anything?"

Yi Xing and the others didn't enter the house, so they didn't know what happened, but Wang Yu obviously had something to do and kept giving him winks, so Yi Xing also turned back with a questioning wink.

Wang Yu nodded slightly, it seemed that he really found something special.