"I'm only telling you this one last time." Qingqing smiled and turned her head, "You don't need to intervene..." But Ren Siyuan suddenly opened his eyes in horror, as if he didn't even hear what Linghu Qingqing wanted to say, but instead

Covered her mouth:

"Silence!"

As the footsteps outside the door approached, I saw the disciples of Tiankeju quickly flashing to both sides, and they lined up neatly. They were obviously well-trained on weekdays. The leading disciples bowed their heads respectfully, and the rest also raised their hands in greeting. Thinking.

Yuan should have been in front with the other disciples in the first row at this moment, but at this moment he dragged Qing Qing forcefully to the back of the crowd. Hearing a loud and neat shout burst out from the crowd, the disciples all

Vocal:

"I've met the master, I've met the gentleman!"

Even though Siyuan tried his best to pull her to the most secluded corner behind the crowd, Qingqing still opened her eyes wide, trying to see clearly what the two people looked like. Only two figures were seen, one small and one large.

One after another, they slowly walked into the hall of Ruixin Pagoda. The man in front raised his hand slightly, and then the few disciples in front of him dared to straighten up.

Wen Li is now a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old, and it is time for him to grow taller. When Qingqing kidnapped him on the boat, he was only as tall as his own shoulders. Today, three years later, he is a full height taller than himself.

head.

Looking at the resolute figure step by step, Qingqing couldn't help but hold her breath - the robe of the head of the West Lake looked much too big on the young man, and he really couldn't recognize it. Unexpectedly, the young man turned sideways inadvertently

body, covering his chest, coughing a few times——

It is undoubtedly the frail and sick Wen Li.

Just now I heard the sound of two people walking in. Needless to say, Mr. Ruo walked calmly. On the contrary, I heard that the current head Wen also walked calmly, which was beyond Qingqing's expectation. Before today, Qingqing only remembered that Mr. Wen was a

The sick man who "coughs three times every step of the way".

Sure enough, in just three years, everyone in the martial arts world was improving day by day, but he himself lost all his skills, leaving nothing behind.

And the figure hidden in the broad black robe was just a few steps behind Wen Li. His mountain-like back remained motionless, making Qing Qing almost breathless in the distance.

He still retains the persistence of the late Head Wen.

It wasn't until the master and the master were seated that all the disciples dared to raise their heads and stand firm in their seats. An Ge, who was at the front, saw that Ren Siyuan's seat was empty. He looked around, but he didn't dare to go beyond the etiquette, so he had to raise his head like other disciples.

He looked in the direction of Mr. Ruo.

Ruo Dong nodded, and all the people in the crowded room were neatly aligned, bending down and sitting upright. The expressions on every face were full of energy, and there was not even a sound of unnecessary breathing in the consistent movements. Before he could react,

Si Yuan had already forced him down into a seat in the corner.

And Ren Shaoxia has no intention of going back to his original position - right under my nose, let's see what trouble you can make.

Wen Li was dragging the old robe that was too big and didn't fit him. He stood up with a cup in one hand and said:

"The disciples of Xihu are the descendants of Emperor Wenkang. They inherit the legacy and obey the people's wishes. They are members of the royal family, abide by their homeland, abide by the sect's rules, and we are all united. Today, I, the Miyu clan, leveled the Dongshan Mountain, swept the Southern Forest, and accepted the surrender in the Northern Desert.

, to recreate the peaceful atmosphere of the prosperous age. Tianke plays an indispensable role in this great undertaking."

"When the first master was here, Li Chang heard from his father that if everything was undecided, he could ask Tianke. Of the four gentlemen in the world, three of them were in West Lake. This is how the world-famous 'Miyu Three-Day Guest' came to be.

Name. Now that Mr. Qianshan from Nanlin and Mr. Mo from West Lake have both left Hexi, Mr. Luo's life and death are uncertain, and Mr. Ruo is the only one left next to Li..."

Having said this, Wen Li lowered his head and coughed a few times, and his voice was getting louder.

I don’t know if it’s Qingqing’s illusion or something. From a distance

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Looking around, I always felt that Mr. Ruo, who used to be so serious in words, had red eyes at this moment. I only heard Wen Li continue to say: "So the first glass of wine today is between the head of Daixian and the ancestor of Xihu, Mr. Jing!"

"

Hearing the words, Ruo Dong quickly stood up and bowed in front of the master: "Master Dong came out of the West Lake to practice magic and received the favor of the West Lake. He should do his best for the master! The master's gift is so great that I am afraid that I won't be able to win!" One day

The guest's servant came forward and offered two glasses of wine. The two looked at each other and drank it all in one gulp.

Some of the disciples sitting below could not help but shed tears.

After the servant poured himself another full glass of wine, Wen Li stood up again, walked straight down the stage, saluted all the disciples, and said, "In the past three years, there have been many fewer people sitting here.

In order to bring peace to the world and achieve a great cause, Li Tiankeju's disciples sacrificed their lives and sacrificed their lives, and their bodies were wrapped in horse leather. Every time Li dreams about it, he feels deeply sad..."

"Ahem... Li understands in his heart that in the past three years, the corpses of disciples in Tiankeju have been living in Rongshan for a long time and cannot be returned. Such regrets are due to Li's incompetence against his ancestors and his incompetence against the leader. Today, Li has received help from everyone.

I often toss and turn around, fearing that my talents will be neglected and my knowledge will be limited, which will hurt the talents and the heart of a righteous man..."

"Master!" Upon hearing this, all the disciples stood up quickly. Many of them bowed to the master with tears in their eyes.

Wen Li picked up the wine and said, "This second glass is for everyone!" After that, he raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

The disciples also raised their necks and rushed to drink the wine in the cup. These disciples followed Mr. Ruo, and they were all ambitious people selected from a million. They usually only hope to show their ambitions in front of the head of the West Lake.

Ambition. To the disciples, Wen Li's words sounded like he was being seen by the leader even as he fought in a bloody battle. At this moment, how could there be any reason not to be emotionless?

Warm wine was poisoned, and intermittent sobbing could still be heard in the venue.

When the waiter filled Wen Li's third glass of wine, everyone opened their eyes wide, wondering who the leader was going to honor next. Unexpectedly, Wen Li dragged his long robe on the ground and walked through the crowd with the wine.

Walking behind the disciples.

As the master walked past him, the Tiankeju disciples looked back one by one, wondering what the master's move meant. Wen Li walked straight to the back corner of the hall, facing a man in a black robe.

The female figure smiled and said:

"Sister Lin, I would like to give you a drink today."

The sleeves of Head Wen's robe were only a few inches away from him at the moment. Siyuan sat aside and felt that his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

But Qingqing ignored him and just sat in the distance, lowering his head and holding the cup in his hand, as if he was about to crush it into several pieces. The disciples turned around one after another, and all their eyes were focused on Linghu Qingqing for an instant.

.

"Young hero..." When the waiter on the side saw this, he said that Qingqing was flattered and stayed where he was, and then reminded him, "Let me fill it up for you first."

Qingqing still sat there without replying. Suddenly, he stood up and stood unsteadily in front of the head. The situation was not drunken and rude, but rather frivolous. Qingqing suddenly

He raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly:

"If the leader is looking for 'Sister Lin', I'm afraid he's looking for the wrong person."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire hall was filled with silence, so quiet that even the smallest breath could not be heard.

Except for a few old people who knew Qing Qing, the rest of the disciples looked at each other, wondering where this guest, who looked like a descendant of Tiankeju, had come from. They just ignored the head waiter.

, but he did not salute to the head after standing up, and even quarreled in front of Mr. Ruo - what is the origin of such arrogance?

The current head Wen didn't look angry, he just shook his head and said: "No. Li has been favored by the world all his life."

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There are many people. Anyone who has had friendship with Li, no matter how big or small, Li will remember it for life and will never forget it. Sister Lin left Dongshan and came to help, is there any reason why Li can't remember it? "

As soon as he finished speaking, attentive people had already noticed that this uninvited guest actually came from Lirong Mountain.

Qingqing raised his head and looked at Wen Li, who was a head taller than him. His young face showed a determination that was inconsistent with his age. When Qingqing couldn't answer, Wen Li waved to the servant:

"Give it to Young Master Lin."

The waiter stood bent over and was so nervous that he didn't even dare to breathe. At this moment, after hearing the master's instructions, he felt relieved and hurried forward to bring the wine. Without any explanation, he took the wine glass on Qing Qing's table and poured it full.

Full, he bowed and handed it back.

The glass of wine was on the waiter's plate, dangling in the air.

The cup in the hand of Leader Wen opposite him has also been lifted up and slowly rising in the air.

Qingqing narrowed her eyes and stared at Wen Li's face carefully. At this moment, the sound of Siyuan's heartbeat, the sound of the waiter spilling wine, and the sounds of several disciples pressing their hands on the hilts of their swords all flooded into Qingqing.

In her mind, Linghu Qingqing grabbed the glass of wine in front of her with her hands, turned her wrist, and poured the wine in the glass onto the ground without falling a drop.

The tense atmosphere in the air suddenly broke away, and with a few "swish" sounds, the disciple's sword was already unsheathed.

"Sister Wen, I can't bear it."

Having said that, Qing Qing couldn't help but put his other hand on the hilt of the sword. Unfortunately, he was unlucky today and gathered a group of good hands here, so he might not be able to escape. But now that he is here, he

There is no other choice.

Qing Qing looked around at the Ruixin Pagoda which was once again shining brightly, and sighed in his heart, why did God have to kill my Linghu family!

"Cough cough" several times, Wen Li wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word because of the cough. Qingqing no longer wanted to look at him struggling to breathe - this was not a frail and sick young man, but

The young and promising leader Wen used a hundred times the manpower to attack Lirong Mountain and almost wipe out the entire Linghu descendants.

Perhaps this was the outcome that was destined from the moment he burned down the Seven Stars Palace. Before that day, Qingqing had never seen the clarity in Wen Li's eyes again.

Behind Wen Li, Mr. Ruo's expression was as usual, but he raised his hand slightly. Qingqing understood that as long as this hand fell, all the Tiankeju disciples in the hall would pounce on him like hungry wolves.

Tear yourself into pieces between your eyebrows.

Linghu Qingqing raised the corners of her mouth, knowing that her long sword would suddenly be unsheathed.

A familiar sound passed through Qingqing's ears, as if something was being pushed out. The sound was so familiar that he was stunned for a short moment before he quickly came back to his senses. Qingqing was stunned.

Opening his eyes wide, he looked behind Wen Li——

A ray of silver light flashed before his eyes.

"Behind!" Qingqing blurted out, stretched out his hand and pulled suddenly, falling to the ground. A silver-feathered arrow passed through the air, whistled sharply, and penetrated deeply into the pillar behind Qingqing. Qingqing was very

I have rarely heard of an arrow being shot out so fast and fiercely, and the force that just passed over my head almost swept me, who had no internal strength, to an unknown place.

The arrow's head pierced deeply into the pillar of the hall, and even half of the arrow's body was almost pierced in. The tail of the silver-feathered arrow, which was not stained with blood, shook, and finally stopped helplessly.

Confused, Qingqing glanced in front of him. He saw Wen Li, who was so frightened that his blood had turned pale, lying on the ground. His robe was slightly soaked by the knocked over wine, and even his long hair was loose.

His face turned red, but he didn't even have the strength to cough. He just stared blankly at the arrow on the pillar.

Until many years later, Qingqing still didn't understand why he wanted to save Wen Li's life when the weather reversed.

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