Mo Zihan smiled naively, this Fu Hongxiao is really too small-minded. "Brother Luo, his injury is not healed yet, so he is not suitable for kneeling for a long time. Let's go up the mountain and talk about it!"
"Now that he is no longer a disciple of our sect, I have not punished him. There is no need for him to kneel on the ground all the time."
"Master..." Luo Qingyun burst into tears and said to Fu Hongxiao almost pleadingly: "Master, the apprentice really did not lie to you! The apprentice is the orphan you picked up. Without the master, where would the apprentice be today?
Master, please punish the disciple, even if the master wants the disciple to die, don’t expel the disciple from the master!"
As he said that, Luo Qingyun began to kowtow to Fu Hongxiao violently, each time with unusual force. The place where he knelt happened to be a hard rock. In just two or three times, his forehead turned blood red.
"Master Fu, although I have not been with Brother Luo for a long time, I deeply feel that Brother Luo is a good man who knows how to repay kindness. Since he said this, he must not have lied to you.
Although he was not born by you, he was raised by you, and you are equivalent to his father. How can a father not want a child?!"
Mo Zihan's words made Fu Hongxiao a little tempted, but the second senior brother intervened at the right time.
"Brother Han, Luo Qingyun caused the death of our Qingshan sect's master. This is an indisputable fact. How the master handles it is our Qingshan sect's business. It's better for Brother Han not to interfere."
Looking at the second senior brother, Mo Zihan sneered: "Brother, I don't even know your last name, so you call me brother. Isn't it too casual? I, Han, am not someone who can make friends casually.
We don’t know each other, so please call me Boss Han.”
Mo Zihan's words made the second senior brother's face turn red and white. He couldn't find the words to say it, so he had to give up in frustration.
"Brother Han, I have made up my mind on this matter. Brother Han has come a long way, so you should follow me up the mountain quickly."
Fu Hongxiao ordered people to transport Fu Lingshan's coffin to the back hall, and all the other dead disciples were buried in the back mountain. After that, he asked Mo Zihan to follow him up the mountain.
After taking a look at Luo Qingyun, Mo Zihan asked Lengfeng to send someone to guard Luo Qingyun secretly, and then followed him up the mountain.
After having dinner at the Qingshan Sect and accompanying Fu Hongxiao to pay homage to his son, Mo Zihan was bored.
There are three major pains in life: the loss of a father in youth, the loss of a husband in middle age, and the loss of a son in old age. And this Fu Lingshan is Fu Hongxiao's only son, so it is considered polite for someone to have a meal with her.
So after following Fu Hongxiao to the back hall to worship Fu Lingshan, Mo Zihan wisely withdrew and wandered around the Qingshan Sect alone. She didn't know where she went.
Suddenly, a black shadow swayed not far ahead and disappeared around the corner.
How could Mo Zihan, who loved gossip the most, give up any clues at such a critical moment? She just ducked away, and there was no trace of her anywhere where she originally stood.
She quietly followed the man in dark clothes in front of her. She knew the clothes very well because all the disciples of the Qingshan Sect wore clothes of this style and color.
Following this disciple, he took many twists and turns in the mountains and finally came to a hidden forest.
There is not even a lighting torch here, so we can only see people by the moonlight.
"How's it going? Is everything done?"
"I have reported it to the left envoy, and everything has been done."
Without looking at it, Mo Zihan, who was following behind him, immediately recognized the voices of the two of them. Mo Zihan smiled naively, Fu Hongxiao was really too petty. "Brother Luo, his injury has not healed yet, so he is not suitable for kneeling for long periods of time."
, let’s go up the mountain and talk about it!”
"Now that he is no longer a disciple of our sect, I have not punished him. There is no need for him to kneel on the ground all the time."
"Master..." Luo Qingyun burst into tears and said to Fu Hongxiao almost pleadingly: "Master, the apprentice really did not lie to you! The apprentice is the orphan you picked up. Without the master, where would the apprentice be today?
Master, please punish the disciple, even if the master wants the disciple to die, don’t expel the disciple from the master!"
As he said that, Luo Qingyun began to kowtow to Fu Hongxiao violently, each time with unusual force. The place where he knelt happened to be a hard rock. In just two or three times, his forehead turned blood red.
"Master Fu, although I have not been with Brother Luo for a long time, I deeply feel that Brother Luo is a good man who knows how to repay kindness. Since he said this, he must not have lied to you.
Although he was not born by you, he was raised by you, and you are equivalent to his father. How can a father not want a child?!"
Mo Zihan's words made Fu Hongxiao a little tempted, but the second senior brother intervened at the right time.
"Brother Han, Luo Qingyun caused the death of our Qingshan sect's master. This is an indisputable fact. How the master handles it is our Qingshan sect's business. It's better for Brother Han not to interfere."
Looking at the second senior brother, Mo Zihan sneered: "Brother, I don't even know your last name, so you call me brother. Isn't it too casual? I, Han, am not someone who can make friends casually.
We don’t know each other, so please call me Boss Han.”
Mo Zihan's words made the second senior brother's face turn red and white. He couldn't find the words to say it, so he had to give up in frustration.
"Brother Han, I have made up my mind on this matter. Brother Han has come a long way, so you should follow me up the mountain quickly."
Fu Hongxiao ordered people to transport Fu Lingshan's coffin to the back hall, and all the other dead disciples were buried in the back mountain. After that, he asked Mo Zihan to follow him up the mountain.
After taking a look at Luo Qingyun, Mo Zihan asked Lengfeng to send someone to guard Luo Qingyun secretly, and then followed him up the mountain.
After having dinner at the Qingshan Sect and accompanying Fu Hongxiao to pay homage to his son, Mo Zihan was bored.
There are three major pains in life: the loss of a father in youth, the loss of a husband in middle age, and the loss of a son in old age. And this Fu Lingshan is Fu Hongxiao's only son, so it is considered polite for someone to have a meal with her.
So after following Fu Hongxiao to the back hall to worship Fu Lingshan, Mo Zihan wisely withdrew and wandered around the Qingshan Sect alone. She didn't know where she went.
Suddenly, a black shadow swayed not far ahead and disappeared around the corner.
How could Mo Zihan, who loved gossip the most, give up any clues at such a critical moment? She just ducked away, and there was no trace of her anywhere where she originally stood.
She quietly followed the man in dark clothes in front of her. She knew the clothes very well because all the disciples of the Qingshan Sect wore clothes of this style and color.
Following this disciple, he took many twists and turns in the mountains and finally came to a hidden forest.
There is not even a lighting torch here, so we can only see people by the moonlight.
"How's it going? Is everything done?"
"I have reported it to the left envoy, and everything has been done."
Without even looking, Mo Zihan, who was following behind, recognized the voices of the two of them.