"You are not allowed to act wild in the Zhenwu Palace!" he shouted coldly.
Xie Xun became fierce and fierce, he raised the dragon-slaying knife and struck directly.
Zhang Wuji anxiously wanted to stop him because he was afraid that Xie Xun would suffer a loss.
"Get away!" Xie Xun waved his sword directly without distinguishing between friend and foe!
This dragon-slaying knife was indeed extremely sharp. Zhang Wuji did not dare to take it forcefully, so he could only retreat quickly!
"You are really lying to me! I knew Cheng Kun was not that easy to kill. You are all lying to me! You are all lying to me!" Xie Xun roared.
His lion's roar is extremely lethal to those with weaker internal strength than him. But to those with stronger internal strength, it does no harm except for being a little noisy.
"Father!"
"Go away! I'm going to find Cheng Kun. If he doesn't come out, I will kill this Jianghu again!"
Snapped!
Zhang Yange slapped Xie Xun hard on the face, and then pinched his dragon-slaying knife.
His other hand violently tore Xie Xun's hair.
"I suppress my anger and tell you this, are you just fooling around?" Zhang Yange pulled off a handful of Xie Xun's hair.
Just five or six slaps on his face...
Xie Xun was stunned. He had no strength to resist in front of Zhang Yange. Fan Yao and the Wusan people on the side had long hoped that someone would take care of this lion.
"For the sake of the harmony between the six fucking sects and the Mingjiao, I have decided not to cause trouble to you, but why the fuck do you want to go to Jianghu to kill me again!" Zhang Yange's murderous aura was breathtaking.
He pulled out the dragon-slaying knife and passed it from Xie Xun's hand to his.
"Give it back!" Xie Xun shouted.
Zhang Yange waved his sleeve and Xie Xun was knocked to the ground.
"Uncle Junior, my adoptive father is insane..."
"That's why I didn't kill him!" Zhang Yange sighed. "But Wuji, what are you going to do with this guy? Now that the Mingjiao and the six major sects have finally reconciled, wouldn't you be looking for trouble by bringing such a bomb back?
As you just heard, if he becomes violent and starts killing people again, it will be very troublesome whether he uses Cheng Kun's identity or his own identity."
"Yes, leader." Fan Yao also said.
Even though Zhang Wuji saw this, he still wanted to grab the knife from Xie Xun.
He looked at Zhang Yange pleadingly, "Can you put him in Wudang?"
"Dungeon!" Zhang Yange said. "Otherwise he will hurt others."
Zhang Wuji was naturally unwilling, so Zhang Yange had to let go.
However, he took the dragon-slaying knife away, "I'll give it to him when he wakes up."
After a while, the three generations of Wudang disciples looked at the dragon-slaying knife in front of them.
"This is the dragon-slaying knife!"
"With him, can I command the martial arts world?"
"Are you stupid? Xie Xun has been in charge for so many years, who can he give orders to? Why don't you just get picked up by your junior uncle?" Ruan Qiqi said with a smile.
"I let each of you see this knife to let you know that these things are foreign objects after all, and we should not ask for them from outside!" Zhang Yange said to them, "A fool like Xie Xun treats this thing as a treasure."
After letting them see enough, Zhang Yange went to find Yang Shuangning with a knife.
This girl lives next to Zhang Yange's small courtyard.
Every day when Zhang Yange was lying lazily, she would sit aside and just sit there without saying a word.
…"Is this the dragon-slaying knife?" Yang Shuangning touched the blade.
This is a recast of Yang Guo's dark iron heavy sword.
Just looking at this sword, it is not difficult to imagine how powerful Yang Guo's black iron heavy sword was back then.
"Yes, it was the cause of the bloody turmoil in the world in those years." Zhang Yange replied.
The two of them chatted for a while.
Zhang Yange then returned to his small courtyard.
In the end, Xie Xun was imprisoned in the dungeon, with Zhang Wuji taking care of him.
Now he is sometimes awake and sometimes lost in the lake.
Zhang Wuji came to see Zhang Yange in the evening. Naturally, he didn't come to ask for a knife.
He wanted to ask about the grudge between Zhang Yange and Xie Xun.
Zhang Yange did not hide anything, and told Gao Shan's story. Zhang Yange laughed sarcastically and said, "I'm afraid Xie Xun himself doesn't even remember. He killed a man named Qin Wangshan."
When Zhang Wuji asked about it when he went back, Xie Xun thought about it for a long time and really couldn't remember.
Finally he wanted to see Zhang Yange again...
Zhang Wuji tried to persuade him for a long time, but there was nothing he could do.
He then recounted the enmity between Zhang Yange and him.
In the end, Xie Xun insisted on meeting Zhang Yange, and Zhang Wuji had to postpone it until the next day.
"Uncle Junior, please don't do anything again this time." Zhang Wuji said with a wry smile.
"I know." Zhang Yange said perfunctorily, "Then don't provoke me!"
The two met again, and this time Xie Xun became more sensible. To deal with this kind of thing, a fight is more effective than anything else.
"Zhang Baxia, I want to hear the details of how you killed Cheng Kun."
Zhang Wuji was not present at the time, so he didn't know many details.
This time Zhang Yange explained it in detail.
From Cheng Kun's ambush in Banshan Town, to the battle outside Guangmingding, and then to his execution in Banshan Town.
After hearing this, Xie Xun laughed wildly, laughed and then started to cry.
Zhang Wuji couldn't persuade him at all.
"My great revenge must be avenged!" Xie Xun shouted.
Zhang Yange said, "Yes, your revenge has been avenged! But what about those who died in vain because of the grudge between you and Cheng Kun? Who should they seek revenge from?"
Have you never thought that their innocent souls are always watching you? If there is a hell, they will surely take care of your whole family!"
After Zhang Yange finished speaking, he turned around and left. Zhang Wuji looked at the stunned Xie Xun and quickly comforted him. However, Xie Xun stayed there for a long time, and finally looked thoughtfully at the light outside the cave.
Zhang Yange climbed Wudang Mountain alone.
Looking in the direction of Xiangyang, he murmured to himself, "I'm helping you kill his heart! Let's see what this lion does."
When Zhang Wuji woke up the next day, he found that Xie Xun had smashed his head with an iron chain. I guess he committed suicide because of Zhang Yange's last words!
This guy commits suicide so cruelly!
Zhang Yange's ears rang with the sound of the system.
[Ding! The next world begins! If you don’t leave this world for a month, you will be forced to travel through it]
"Uncle Junior! Xie Xun is dead!" Song Qingshu came to report the news.
"Yes, I understand." Zhang Yange replied calmly.
He took a deep breath and went directly to find Lao Zhang.
It’s time to officially start the plan for Wudang Mountain’s Cunning Rabbit Three Caves.
Xiao Zhang looked at Lao Zhang and asked, "Master, do you know that the sun ascends during the day?"
Lao Zhang glanced at him angrily.
Zhang Wuji told Lao Zhang that Zhang Yange told him not to soar in vain...
"Master, I have to leave." Zhang Yange thought about how to tell Lao Zhang all the way.
Among these people, the one he hated to part with the most was Lao Zhang.
In the end, Lao Zhang was more or less convinced, but he still said, "When I was a teacher in the green valley, there was a moment when I seemed to see the world, but there was no way ahead!"
Zhang Yange looked at Lao Zhang in surprise, how could he really cultivate immortality?
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