Zhang Yimeng showed his iconic smile, and the golden earring hanging on his left ear reflected bursts of golden light in the morning light.
"Guzhan!"
Hao Datong at the back table was so shocked when he saw the visitor that he left his seat and stood up. Wu Zi was not very impressed with him, but he followed Hao Datong and stood up, knowing that this was the real owner that Dong Zhang was looking for.
"Master......"
Seeing Hao Datong, Lu Guzhan could not hide his sadness, and deep regret flashed in his eyes.
"What exactly happened? Please tell me personally."
Thinking that Lu Guzhan alone had affected the lives of more than a hundred people in the sect, Hao Datong couldn't figure out why he would never give up. He was not the only one. Qiu Chuji and others also had the same attitude. They all looked sternly at the isolated figure opposite.
Lu Guzhan.
"Master...Uncle...don't ask any questions. Everything was Guzhan's fault. I will bear the consequences alone."
Looking at the six Quanzhen disciples bitterly, Lu Guzhan wanted to explain, but as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he couldn't continue and chose to give up.
"Are you going to resist? What are you resisting? Are you going to take the lives of more than a hundred people in the Quanzhen Church? Is this the responsibility you're talking about?!"
When Qiu Chuji heard this, he was furious. He raised his hand and pointed angrily at the pale Lu Guzhan and scolded him repeatedly.
"Uncle Qiu..."
Lu Guzhan's face turned even paler when the latter said that. Lu Guzhan smiled sadly and nodded: "It's my disciple who is arrogant and overestimates his own abilities."
"Then tell me clearly! What's going on!"
He was so angry that he threw away his sleeves and turned his back. Qiu Chuji glared at the unworthy descendant in front of him.
"I say, if you masters and disciples want to reminisce about old times, you should stand back first."
Without letting them continue chatting, Dongzhang walked to the edge of the pergola with half a bowl of white porridge in one hand and half a fried dough stick in the other. He knelt on the ground and dipped the fried dough sticks in the porridge, eating them with gusto.
After saying that, Lu Guzhan quietly looked at the rather careless man in black opposite him, straightened his mind a little, and said in a deep voice: "It's me you are looking for. Let my master and a group of uncles go."
"Heh... I'm a scholar and want to negotiate terms? What do you want to talk about? These hundred pounds of flesh on your body?"
After biting off half of the fried dough sticks in one bite, Dongzhang grinned, showing his white teeth. He raised his eyes and looked at the former man calmly. Under Dongzhang's direct gaze, Lu Guzhan's heart trembled.
Pretending to be calm, he said: "Don't you just want my life? I'll give it to you. This matter has nothing to do with my master and others. Let them go."
"Hahahahahaha..."
As soon as these words came out, Dong Zhang, Zhang Yimeng, Han Wugou and others all laughed in unison, and laughed loudly.
Looking at each other with a frown, Lu Guzhan didn't know why they were laughing.
Finally stopping his smile, Zhang Dong pinched half of the fried dough stick and tapped it on Lu Guzhan, and said leisurely: "Little brat, you're not very good at it. If you want to mess with me, why don't you try something bigger? Kill a few elders of the Beggar Clan to do it."
What kind of skills do two Yideng disciples have? If they have the guts to kill Huang Rong and drag Guo Jing into trouble, wouldn't the chance of winning be greater if they are three against one?"
"What?!"
When Qiu Chuji and others heard this, their faces were immediately filled with shock, and deep disbelief occupied most of their expressions. What did Zhang Dong say? Did Lu Guzhan kill the elder of the Beggar Clan? And there was also a disciple named Yideng?
This is such a shocking event, how dare Lu Guzhan...
"Gu Zhan, is what he said true?"
Hao Datong muttered to himself as he looked absently at his beloved disciple, who had high hopes for him.
He nodded bitterly. Seeing this, the six Quanzhen disciples were immediately shocked and speechless. No wonder, no wonder Dongzhang wanted to find him, even if he wanted to drag the Quanzhen sect to be buried with him at any cost.
"You...you...you, bastard!!"
His predecessors, Wang Chongyang, Hong Qigong, and Master Yideng were good friends for many years. Not to mention the elder of the Beggar Clan, the four disciples of Yideng and the Six Quanzhen disciples all had quite a friendship.
Lu Guzhan's trip was an act of treason to the extreme. He would be cut to death with a thousand cuts. It was an act of an animal.
"Master...disciple, I know I was wrong..."
Not daring to look at him, Lu Guzhan lowered his head slightly and made a sound like a mosquito.
"You, you, you...hey..."
At this time, even Hao Datong didn't know what to say, so he had to turn his head and not look at the other party.
"Hehe...boy, if you do something wrong, you have to pay a price. You are here just to pay the interest first. Do you want to die? It's not that easy. Aren't you very hard-boned? Kneel down."
The chef touched his round belly and laughed loudly, his smile full of innocence.
As soon as these words came out, the faces of the six Quanzhen disciples changed greatly. Even Lu Guzhan himself blushed a little. Only Dongzhang and the others looked at each other with interest. Dongzhang was squatting and drinking porridge, and Zhang Yimeng was leaning on his elbows.
On the tabletop, there are people, chefs, and Baicaoxian leaning against wooden pillars, with all the people in different poses.
The only thing that is the same is that several people are watching the excitement, Lu Guzhan's excitement.
"You... don't bully others too much!"
Lu Guzhan squeezed these words out from between his teeth, which shows that he was really angry.
"Hahaha... You can't do this? Then why sacrifice your life to save others? Go home and nurse, little bastard."
The cook grinned widely, his words full of malice.
"I......."
Turning his head to look at the six uncles and uncles with ashen faces, Lu Guzhan's face turned red. He endured the humiliation and slowly bent his knees.
"Dongzhang..."
Seeing this, Xiao Longnu slightly tugged at the hem of Dongzhang's clothes.
Dongzhang understands well, he just accepts it when he sees good things, he just wants to play with it in a bad way, but he is really bullying others.
He raised his right hand, and a golden light quickly shot towards Lu Guzhan on the opposite side. With a muffled sound, the foreign object hit Lu Guzhan's bent knees, shaking him up and his waist immediately straightened.
It fell to the ground, but it was the small half of Dongzhang's leftover fried dough sticks.
"Boy, I won't bully you. You've got the guts to dare to come here. Let's put it this way, it's hard for you to survive today. If you have the guts to mess with me in the world, you should have some awareness. I can't let you go.
But I’m in a good mood today, so I’ll make an exception and give you a clear path.”
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! He stood up and walked back to the wooden table. Dong Zhang Da Ma Jin Dao sat astride the bench with his legs spread apart, his elbows resting on his knees, and his back was hunched over.
He looked towards Lu Guzhan, who was standing alone across from him.
"What...Minglu..."
Who wants to die if they can live? Lu Guzhan is no exception. The oppression felt by Dongzhang's group is no joke. Although there are only less than ten people, the intimidation of each person is not comparable to that of ordinary people.
The leader of the Beggar Clan back then was even more terrifying.
Looking at Dong Zhang who was always smiling across his face, Lu Guzhan felt that there was a huge gap between him and himself. This man was comparable to the Five Ultimates, and his courage was really not comparable to that of ordinary people in the world.
"Simple, you go against my brother and beat him, you live, otherwise, you die."
Looking at the former with a faint smile, Dongzhang's smile was unusually bright.
Hearing this, drops of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Lu Guzhan turned to look at Han Wugu and the others who were looking at him with laughter, and then stopped at the young man with the pendant hanging from his left ear. He was the Wheel King Zhang Yimeng.
At this moment, a bright smile appeared on the young man's face, and he was dressed in scholar's clothes. Looking at the unusual sunshine, he stood up after hearing this, when he passed by Han Wugu, who was leaning against a wooden pillar.
The other party laughed and said: "Such a handsome guy, don't make it look too ugly."
"Hehe... If you like it, I'll leave you a whole body."
Zhang Yimeng walked forward and responded softly to the woman's words.
Passing by Dong Zhang, Zhang Yimeng slowly walked towards Lu Guzhan on the opposite side, raised his eyes and said with a smile: "Boy, you are very good. I was almost tricked by you a few days ago. Today, let's have fun and have fun...