Chapter 1373: Huang Liang Yi Meng

Outside Qingyang City, the gate was sealed by heavy snow.
The whole world was white, and even Chen Fan himself had become a pasqueflower.
He found a place with a back chair and a green hill to bury the master, and he was going to face the spring, where the injury should be considered beautiful.
After spending a lot of effort to dig out the frozen soil, Chen Fan hurriedly buried his master. After three prayers and nine knocks, he muttered to himself: "Back then, you saved my life. Now I bury you with my own hands. It's cleared up."
After solving everything, Chen Fan walked towards the city. Now that he has surplus money at home, he still has to worry about his future life.
Of course, when I returned to the forge again, the front of the shop was already surrounded by the inner and outer three floors. People pointed and clinked in Chen Fan's ears.
"What are you driving!"
Parting the crowd, Chen Fan was in a mess.
So far, all the things in the house have been moved out, and even the tools for ironing have been thrown on the ground so casually.
"It's you rubbish, your master is dead, and he still owes us money. Quickly take out the valuable things to pay off the debt!"
Several wicked men grabbed Chen Fan by the collar and lifted him up.
For an instant, Chen Fan felt that it was getting colder and colder, which was a kind of coldness from the inside out.
"Master, I will pay off the money he owes, but you have to wait until after the beginning of the spring when I can strike iron. If I do this now, what shall I pay back?"
"Stop talking nonsense!" The few big guys ignored Chen Fan's argument and continued: "We need to see the money now. If we don't have any money, then you will pay for the money, and the house will belong to us!"
Having said that, after a heavy fall, Chen Fan fell to the ground, and then entered the house again and searched.
At this moment, Chen Fan's face was covered with snow, which melted into ice and dripped into the inside of his clothes.
He looked around, and the indifference of passersby seemed to reflect the snow and ice in the sky.
No one looked at him, and no one showed the slightest sympathy, because Chen Fan was just a poor creature.
Suddenly clenching his fists, looking at the hatchet not far in front of him, a trace of tyrannical emotion was revealed from his expression!
Time and time are full of human love and warmth, and the world is so cold. Finally, now that the master is dead, Chen Fan can carefully manage the blacksmith shop he left behind.
I will live without distraction from now on, but now I have to face such a thing.
Chen Fan, can't stand it!
Picking up his hatchet and getting up, Chen Fan looked like a madman at this moment, his eyes were red, and the people around him saw a retreat that couldn't help but protect himself!
"Since you don't let me live, then everyone will die together!"
With a huge roar, Chen Fan got up, picked up the hatchet, and slashed at one of the big men.
"puff!"
The blood spurted out several feet high immediately, and a head jumped high, before falling to the ground after a long time.
This violent murder shocked the vast majority of people, but it did not scare the remaining big men.
They all lived by licking blood on the tip of a knife. How could they be afraid of Chen Fan's thin body?
A few dodged the attack, and then took the hatchet directly.
"You are a dead waste, you dare to resist, I will not kill you today!"
After speaking, Chen Fan immediately felt a sharp pain coming into his mind, and looked down, his chest had been pierced by a hatchet.
You can even feel the cool breeze pouring into your chest violently.
"Am I... dying?"
Chen Fan suddenly felt that the timing in his eyes had slowed down, but his thinking was clearer than ever.
"Unexpectedly, in the end I would be killed by a few people who don't even know their names!"
"If I didn't go wrong in my practice at the beginning, now I should have a high level of cultivation base."
Chen Fan slowly closed his eyes, and at the same time, the whole world began to collapse.