As soon as Zhong Wanchou finished shouting these words, the crowd who had been excited just now were like dumb cannons that had been extinguished and could not make a sound. Those who were still clamoring just now stopped their mouths one by one and did not dare to speak out again.
Voice.
Sitting on the seat, Xu Wu frowned slightly, and his gaze swept over everyone's faces. He could see every expression on their faces, and the fear hidden in his eyes could not be concealed.
He knew that if this continued, the emotions and atmosphere that had just been condensed would dissipate. He wanted to condense them again, but he couldn't, so he slowly stood up from the chair.
When he came together, everyone's eyes turned to him, and the wavering heart seemed to have found a fulcrum to rely on. "Everyone," Xuwu said loudly, "Duan Zhengchun is here, and he knows that all of us are here.
He is here anyway, do you think we are nothing? Now I am going out to see him. If you feel scared, you don’t have to go out. Valley Master Zhong and I will never blame you."
After saying that, he flicked his sleeves, raised his feet and walked forward. His eyes showed firmness, his chest was straightened out, and he had the courage to go ahead despite being blocked by tens of thousands of people.
Behind them, Zuo Zimu and others also followed closely, each of them showed a determined expression and vowed to follow them to the death. A group of several people walked together. At this time, the mountain wind was bleak and the fallen leaves were falling, giving birth to a kind of strong man.
The sad meaning of something gone and never coming back.
"Everyone, I, Zhong Wanchou, have gone," Zhong Wanchou said, cupping his hands towards everyone, and then followed him out.
Everyone present suddenly stared. They looked at me one by one, and I looked at you, not knowing what to do. However, they were only silent for a while, and then they all got up from their seats and walked out.
No matter what, you can't sit here, otherwise the news of what happened today will spread, and everyone present will become people who are greedy for life and afraid of death, and will become people who are frightened after hearing about the Duan family?
Xu Wu took the lead, and everyone followed, and walked outside together. When they passed the tile-roofed house where Zhong Wanchou lived, the people's movements shocked the people inside. Gan Baobao and Zhong Ling'er both sneaked through the crack in the door.
Looking outside.
Seeing everyone walking by like a torrent of troops, Gan Baobao's face showed a hint of deep worry, while Zhong Ling'er on the side opened her big eyes and kept looking, full of curiosity, completely unaware
What happens next.
A group of people followed the winding mountain path through the dense pine forest and walked out to the huge grassland that could be seen as soon as they entered the valley.
As soon as everyone arrived here, they saw a human head rising from the passage into the Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations in front of them. This human head was tied in a neat bun with a dark green jade hairpin stuck on it, followed by a Chinese-character face in the middle.
The young man came out.
This man was wearing a light-colored Confucian uniform. He looked like a scholar. His walking posture was upright, graceful and majestic, and his bearing was extraordinary. Behind him, middle-aged men came out one after another, one holding a
There is an iron pole, one person has two giant axes stuck in his waist, another person is holding a wrought copper rod, and there is another person dressed as a scholar and holding a judge's pen in his hand. They are Chu, Gu, Bo, and Zhu.
Three more people came out from behind. These three people were all dressed in the same way. They were wearing a large gray robe, with their gray hair hanging loosely behind their heads. They were three old men, with wrinkles on their faces and lips.
The edge of the jaw is smooth and beardless.
As soon as the three people walked out, three more people came out immediately behind them, a middle-aged man with a knife hanging from his waist, an old man in a brocade robe, and a Taoist nun holding a floating dust.
A group of eleven people all emerged from the underground passage. Duan Zhengchun took the lead and walked towards the group of martial arts heroes in front.
They had extraordinary bearings and leisurely manners, as if they were facing one person instead of a group of people. The eleven people had an overwhelming momentum, which frightened the group of people following the void.
Duan Zhengchun walked to a place about three feet away from everyone and stopped. He put away the fan in his hand and cupped his hands and said: "Everyone, I would like to thank Duan Zhengchun, King of the South of Dali Town, for your courtesy."
His attitude was humble and his manners were polite, without any hint of fireworks. This calmness and calmness immediately made everyone present admire him.
This is the descendant of the Duan family in Dali, and this is the King of Zhennan. His magnanimity is indeed extraordinary. Everyone thought so, and they temporarily forgot about the previous crusade against Duan Zhengchun. When they heard him speak, everyone hesitated and did not dare to answer.
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Niuwu slowly walked out from the crowd. Now everyone was hesitating. No one dared to answer. Only he came out to gather morale.
He stepped out, his steps were calm and calm, and there was a sense of confidence in his every move, which was different from Duan Zhengchun's grace, and his sharpness and sharpness were faintly flashed.
If Duan Zhengchun is a monument that has endured for a long time, engraved with the accumulated glory and brilliance, although it is still sacred but it is already the sunset, then nothingness is a newly forged sword, with a dazzling edge and ready to go.
Fa represents the confidence and strength to carry forward the past and forge ahead into the future.
"Xu Wu, the owner of Wu Tian Villa, on behalf of all my martial arts colleagues, has met Prince Duan here," Xu Wu said with his hand in hand.
Duan Zhengchun was startled, then looked at the young Xian Wu Yiyan in slight surprise, and then looked at the group of heroes behind him, and saw that none of them had any reaction, obviously acquiescing to Xian Wu Yiyan as their spokesperson.
He had long heard from Lin Mukui, Youshan Sanlao and others that the owner of Wutian Villa was a young man of about twenty years old. Later he also confirmed it with Master Fa Yuan, but now he saw such a man with his own eyes.
The young man came out with outstanding grace and spoke on behalf of the martial arts people on the seventh floor of Dali. Such ability and magnanimity were truly rare.
I couldn't help but think about my son Duan Yu. He only knew about Buddhism and Confucianism since he was a child. He always talked about the golden words of Buddha and the way of saints. He had no independent opinions at all, and he was unwilling to practice the family secrets of Duan in Dali.
, How can such a cowardly and incompetent person lead the Duan family and the Dali Kingdom in the future?
"It would be great if he was my son," Duan Zhengchun couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He didn't know that the person opposite him happened to be his son, but it was not a good thing.
"Master Xu is so polite," Duan Zhengchun said with cupped hands, "I just came here this time to ask Master Xu for advice on something."
A flash of light flashed in Xianwu's eyes, and he said with a smile: "Prince Duan, if you have any questions, just ask. As long as it does not violate chivalrous morality and human ethics, I will try my best to help you in the name of everyone who is a member of the world."
As soon as he opened his mouth, he positioned Duan Zhengchun and others as Jianghu people. However, in the eyes of many Jianghu sects, the Duan family in Dali was indeed just a Jianghu force, so Duan Zhengchun was not very angry.
"It would be great if Lord Xu Zhuang could be so sympathetic to Da Li. In fact, I came here this time just to hope that you can return your little girl to me. If he offends you in any way, I will definitely give you a try." Duan Zhengchun
He said it politely, without the slightest hint of being overbearing.
This made the group of people behind look very strange. Didn't Duan Zhengchun come to snatch Zhong Wanchou's wife and daughter? Why does it now sound like Wuwu has detained his daughter? Suspense suddenly filled everyone's minds.
The previous enthusiasm and impulsiveness were gradually suppressed, and he began to pay close attention to the two people present.
"Prince Duan's daughter?"
They are all ferocious and vicious women from the world. They kill people indiscriminately as soon as they arrive at my Wutian Villa without saying a word, so they are captured by me. There should not be Prince Duan’s daughter among them."
Duan Zhengchun's head suddenly darkened. Wuwu actually compared his daughter with a group of women from all walks of life. This really refuted his face greatly.
"Of course not. I don't know how many women you captured, but my daughter was indeed captured by you," Duan Zhengchun said coldly.
"Oh, really?", the smile on Xu Wu's face faded, and his eyes became cold, "Then please ask Prince Duan for his words, otherwise it would be really embarrassing for me to come here to ask for someone like this."
"My king's daughter is called Ling'er. She was captured by Sikong Xuan in Wuliang Mountain not long ago, and was later taken away by you. Do you dare to deny it?" Duan Zhengchun snorted coldly.
Xingwu's expression suddenly became dazzling, and he immediately became extremely gloomy. He said sternly: "Miss Ling'er was indeed rescued from Sikong Xuan, but I have already returned her to her parents. Now Prince Duan has come here to follow me."
I want a daughter, do you mean to cause trouble for me, or do you want to rob someone else's daughter?"
As soon as Niwu said this, the heroes made an uproar. It turned out to be like this. Everyone started talking again, and their eyes towards Duan Zhengchun were full of contempt.
"Ling'er's parents?" Duan Zhengchun murmured, and then said loudly, "No, I am Ling'er's father, I am his biological father."
"Duan Zhengchun, what the fuck, you actually came to my Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations in broad daylight to say that my daughter is yours. It's simply too much to bully others." Zhong Wanchou couldn't bear it anymore.
He stopped, walked out and cursed loudly.
"Who are you? My lord is the King of Zhennan in Dali. How can you, a scumbag, be insulted at will?" At this time, Zhu Danchen from behind came out and said. Although he is a military commander, he is good at reading poetry and books.
He was fine with ordinary heroes, but for rude people like Zhong Wanqiu, he was full of contempt.
However, when he said these words, he greatly aroused the dissatisfaction of all the people in the world. What does it mean to be reckless? Isn't the Duan family in Dali also a reckless person? Even the three elders of Youshan and others who came with Duan Zhengchun