Looking at the long table that collapsed from it, everyone fell into silence. Looking at Hong Qigong who looked lonely, Huang Rong quickly called his disciples and told them to rest again.
Ignoring the busy disciples, Hong Qigong walked to the side of the undamaged table and chairs with a lamp and sat down. Looking at his old friend Yideng whose face looked like he was recovering from a serious illness, Hong Qigong poured it for him.
A cup of tea asked: "Master Yideng, where have you been these days? How come you are so motionless?"
Not only Hong Qigong was curious about this question, but Huang Rong and others on the side were also puzzled. People from the Quanzhen Sect, led by Yin Zhiping, even gathered around, as well as the Eight Immortals Sword Sect and other sects. They were interested in Yideng's
The whereabouts are equally curious.
He stretched out his hand to summon Gongsun Lv'e who was waiting at the side. He glanced at the latter and slowly told the whole story: "That day, I went to White Camel Villa alone to find Ouyang Feng to argue with him in order to avenge my disciples. His temperament, I don't think so.
You are no stranger either."
"Well, I have been arguing with that old poisoner for most of my life, so I naturally know what kind of person he is."
Holding a cup and drinking lightly, Hong Qigong said leisurely.
"Zi Liu is my youngest disciple. He has served me hard and without complaint over the years, and he is considered half a son. In order to save me that day in Jueqing Valley, Zi Liu fought with the gangsters regardless of his own safety.
In the end, he fell and died in front of me, I..."
Master Yideng was in tears when he said this, and his voice was so choked that he could no longer say a word.
Hong Qigong on the side saw this and immediately patted his old friend's arm and sighed with relief: "I, Hong Qi, know how it feels. It is the saddest thing in the world for a white-haired person to send a black-haired person. Master Yideng, please forgive me.
.”
"Master! All the brothers died miserably! We must avenge this blood feud! You must uphold justice for the brothers!
"
When Wu Santong heard this, he quickly walked to Yideng, knelt down on his knees and cried until he couldn't stop crying.
"Don't cry, don't cry..."
He held Wu Santong's arms with both hands and helped him up. Yideng couldn't help but feel sad. Tears suddenly filled his eyes. Among the four disciples, there was only one Wu Santong left. How could he not be sad.
Gongsun Lu'e on the side couldn't help but shed tears when he saw this. Thinking of his mother and uncle being beheaded by Dongzhang, his heart became even more desolate, so he quickly came behind Yideng and stretched out a pair of small white hands to squeeze him.
He raised his shoulder and said in a choked voice: "Grandpa Yideng, please don't break your health."
She is already sad and sad, but she still cares about others first. This girl really has a bodhisattva heart.
Patting the back of Gongsun Lv'e's hand, Yideng sighed quietly: "That day, I and Ouyang Feng had a big fight at Baituo Villa. It can be seen that his skills have increased in recent years, and I don't know what kind of weird kung fu he has practiced.
Zhi could no longer restrain his Toad Kung Fu. After fighting for a whole day and night, Lao Na was finally defeated and injured by him. He fled all the way down the mountain and happened to meet Lu E. If she hadn't helped him, Lao Na would have...
..”
Yideng did not elaborate on the rest of the words, but everyone could hear the danger in the words and couldn't help but turn their heads to look at the quiet girl behind Yideng.
Wu Santong even wiped his tears and held his fists, about to kneel down to Gongsun Lu'e, but the latter was so anxious that he could neither stand nor sit down. His pretty face turned red to his ears, and his small hands moved repeatedly: "I can't help it, Mr. Wu, this
This is what Green Calyx should do..."
Her voice was as loud as a mosquito's, and if the people present had not had profound inner strength, they would not have been able to hear what she said.
"He is a good boy..."
Glancing at Gongsun Lu'e who was in a panic, Hong Qigong sighed with relief.
"Three links, Lu'e is Ci'en's niece, from my own family."
The weight of Yideng's words was not lacking. He directly admitted that Gongsun Lv'e was a member of his Dali Duan clan, and sheltered this helpless little girl under his family.
"Lv'e is also a poor child. He also witnessed his relatives being killed by Dongzhang that day..."
「…………」
When Yideng said that person's name, everyone in the hall
After suffocating for breath, a group of Beggar Clan disciples shouted with indignation: "It's this guy again! Does he really think that our righteous sect has no one?! How arrogant!"
furious!
"
The chief helmsman of the Beggar Clan, Wang Wencheng, who was sitting on a recliner nearby, had a flash of hatred in his eyes. Although he could not move his limbs, he could speak and said fiercely: "Gang leader! Master Yideng! This beast deserves it."
Wulin is a scourge! You two elders must do justice to the abbot of Wulin!
Don’t let this thief get too rampant!”
At this time, the voice of condemning Dongzhang penetrated the entire inner hall. Huang Rong couldn't help but turn her eyes to Hong Qigong with a bitter look on his face, and whispered: "Master, do you think... the murderer is really him?"
Huang Rong is not stupid, and she can certainly taste something unusual from the words of Zhang Yimeng and Dong Zhang. People with such arrogance usually don't bother to lie, so it can be proved that there is someone who is obstructing and framing Dong Zhang's matter.
What about him?
As soon as she said this, she instantly aroused Wang Wencheng's dissatisfaction. He lay on the recliner and taunted in a strange and sinister manner: "Gang Leader Huang, how long has it been since then and you still want to protect this devil? Or, you and him,
Is there any hidden secret?"
"You bastard! Why are you talking to my wife? How could we stand with that kind of devil!?"
The Wu brothers immediately drew their swords and glared at Wang Wencheng who was standing aside, with the intention of starting a fight if they disagreed.
"shut up!
"
Rubbing her eyes with a headache, Huang Rong scolded the two incompetent disciples.
Hong Qigong and Yideng sat and watched their quarrel without expressing any opinions. After a long silence, Hong Qigong shook his head with a wry smile: "Rong'er, it doesn't matter whether he is the murderer now. For the brothers who died for the Beggar Clan, for
There will definitely be a battle between the master and Dongzhang."
Huang Rong's pretty face changed when she heard this. She obviously acquiesced to this result. She could only sigh deeply. Yes, there is no point in worrying about this anymore. Dongzhang and his gang have killed so many Beggar Clan disciples, and they must pay back.
Yes, it doesn't matter who is right or wrong.
It's a pity that he actually took advantage of the person behind him who was messing up the situation, and his plan to succeed the woman was successful.
Hearing this, Guo Fu next to her paled even more. She lowered her head and remained silent, which was very inconsistent with her usual style. This made the Wu brothers on the side even more satisfied when they saw this. They were eager for Dongzhang to come immediately.
Just die.
"Yes, since I have promised to fight to the death on the top of Mount Huashan three months later, it is my duty to do so."
Thinking of having to meet the younger generation he admired in battle, Hong Qigong's face became even more lonely. He sighed slightly and then stood up and walked to the back hall: "I'm tired, I'll take care of Master Yideng."
The back was so depressed. Huang Rong understood Hong Qigong's current mood very well, because Dongzhang had saved Hong Qigong's life, and also saved the life of her husband Guo Jing. He had also saved his whole family. This kind of kindness
Very, very big.
Now I'm stuck in the middle and it's extremely difficult.
Just as she was busy sorting out the mess, in the northernmost corner of the inner hall of the Beggar Clan, a young Taoist priest in Taoist robes was walking out the door alone. He coughed slightly as he walked, but his face was pale.
A smile appeared on his handsome face: "Dongzhang..."