Doctor Xue's expression suddenly changed. However, he only understood it after thinking for a moment, and asked Shi An in a deep voice: "Brother Shi An, what you just said was that the master was found dead at home a month ago, so what are the details?
Do you have any impression of that day?"
Shi An looked sad and angry: "Of course I remember, I rushed to Tiantai Mountain on June 21st, and encountered Master being killed. Counting on my fingers, it was exactly one month and eight days from today!"
"Bold! You, a young man in the world, fabricated facts without being careful in arranging them. You just want to slander my young master with such nonsense! I, Xue Muhua, must have an explanation with you today!"
Divine Doctor Xue's color suddenly changed, his fingers spread out, he pointed at Shi An and cursed angrily. This action was extremely impolite. Divine Doctor Xue's words and actions were obviously really angry, and he was so rude.
Shi An was stunned at first, and a look of sorrow and anger came to his face: "Doctor Xue, Shi An respects you as an old friend of my family. I hope you understand the righteousness and tell the truth. I don't want you to ignore the facts and act as an accomplice. Could it be that you
Do you really want to help this evil thief Murong Fu today?"
He said he was a villain, which not only offended Murong Fu. He also scolded the eight friends of Hangu. Hearing this, the eight friends became angry and cast angry glances at Shi An. But Shi An was not afraid at all.
Holding the hilts of the black and white swords, he glared back at his eight friends. Regardless of his martial arts skills, the black and white swords could be called a good man based on their character. In this situation, there is indeed something like an ancient warrior.
The demeanor of "Although there are thousands of people, I will go".
For a moment, everyone in the hall nodded, and their feelings for Shi An became more favorable. Although they did not dare to offend Divine Doctor Xue, they believed Shi An's words even more.
Doctor Xue was extremely angry and laughed: "Okay, Shi Jia boy. You said that my young master killed your master, right? Then I will tell you: on the day of June 21st that you mentioned, it is absolutely impossible for my young master Murong to go there.
Go to the east of Zhejiang to kill your master. Prince Duan of the Zhennan Palace in Dali can testify about this matter. Master Tianlong Temple’s true appearance can testify. I, Xue, can also testify!”
Everyone in the hall was in an uproar and talked a lot.
Ignoring Shi An's surprised expression, Doctor Xue continued: "A month ago, Mr.
Mr.
In desperation, Xue had to hide his family in a secret passage and fled alone, leaving marks along the way, hoping to distract the pursuers and leave a chance for his family. Just when Xue was captured by his enemies
When he was trapped and had nothing to do, Master Murong and Dali Guoba Sikong arrived together and repelled the pursuers sent by their enemies. After that, they used their superb martial arts to fight against Xue's enemies and severely injured them. These words can be said.
It’s not false!”
Before Doctor Xue could finish speaking, Shi An replied, and Wu Changfeng shouted: "Ah, I remembered it. Boy from the Shi family, my old beggar, with my reputation as the elder of the Beggar Clan, guarantees that the person who killed your master, Taoist Tianchen, will definitely be killed by someone else."
There is someone else."
Shi An was shocked: "Where did Elder Wu start with these words?"
Wu Changfeng did not feel dissatisfied when his words were interrupted. He waved his hand and continued: "More than a month ago, the deputy leader of my gang Ma fell seriously ill. I, Wu Changfeng, was ordered by the gang leader to rush all the way from Luoyang to Weihui to ask Doctor Xue to treat me.
Save. Things in the world are such coincidences. At that time, the old beggar was addicted to alcohol. He passed by a restaurant and wanted to go in and beg for a bowl of wine. By chance, he met Brother Murong. By coincidence, I was waiting for a group of people to prepare.
As he was leaving, he bumped into the evil thief Ding Chunqiu.
Elderly comrades in the martial arts world must have the impression that in the past, the leader of the Beggar Clan, Wang, led various heroes to fight against that old monster Ding. It can be said that this old monster Ding was the mortal enemy of my beggar sect! Come to think of it,
Ashamed, the old beggar's blood surged up at that time, and he started fighting with that old monster Ding. Unfortunately, he was not good at learning and put himself in danger. It was my brother Murong who showed his power and had a big fight with that old monster Ding.
Beat the old monster seriously and make him flee in panic..."
He was determined to show off Murong Fu's prestige, and with some added embellishments, he made the battle between Murong Fu and Ding Chunqiu more exciting than the battle between immortals in the sky. Everyone in the hall was dazzled by what he heard. Originally, there were many others in the world.
People didn't believe that Murong Fu really defeated Ding Chunqiu. Now that the person involved came forward to give his own account, and Wu Changfeng's identity as the elder of the Beggar Clan, they couldn't help but believe it. However, after believing it, various feelings came to their hearts. Among them
Joints are hard to explain to outsiders.
A'Zhu couldn't help but smile and whispered to A Bi: "This old man praised our young master as a fairy from heaven and descended to earth." A Bi couldn't help covering her mouth and smiling sweetly, nodding her head repeatedly when she heard someone praise her like this.
My sweetheart, she couldn't be more happy.
Although Divine Doctor Xue had long known that Murong Fu had seriously injured Ding Chunqiu, he had not seen it with his own eyes. Murong Fu only mentioned it casually afterwards, and the remaining people only heard about it through hearsay. Now the eight friends of Hangu heard that someone mentioned Ding Chunqiu's death at Murong Fu's house.
The embarrassment of Fu's subordinates was described so vividly, and I felt so happy in my heart. If I hadn't considered that there were so many people present, I would have been unable to help but sing a song and dance wildly. Unknowingly, I was hurting a few of them.
This uncle was a little more in awe.
Shi An said in a daze: "How could this happen? How could this happen..." Of course he was not shocked by Wu Changfeng's blow to the sea, but because according to Wu Changfeng, a month ago, Murong Fu was still here
Henan, and it has been one month and eight days since Tian Chenzi was killed. There are thousands of miles between eastern Zhejiang and Henan, how could they arrive in just a few days?
His face turned pale, but he still refused to give up and asked: "Elder Wu, when was the last time you and Mr. Murong met?"
"June 18th!" Divine Doctor Xue said without waiting for Elder Wu to answer.
"That day, after a fierce battle between Mr. Murong and the old thief Ding Chunqiu, he came to the humble residence with a group of distinguished friends from the Beggar Clan. That day was June 18th! Xue remembers it clearly. Shi An, don't you want to say that my young master
You rushed from Henan to eastern Zhejiang in just five days just to kill your master, right?" Divine Doctor Xue said sarcastically.
Everyone in the hall shook their heads after hearing this, thinking it was impossible. Even if a martial arts master with excellent light skills and profound internal strength could run long distances for several days and nights, it would be impossible for him to run thousands of miles over mountains and ridges for five consecutive days.
By now, almost everyone felt that Shi An had insufficient evidence and was biting him randomly. What's more, they directly sneered: "Shi An, you are famous for your majestic black and white swords. Is it possible that you can even master the martial arts of your master?" Do you admit your mistake?" The man who had always had a close relationship with Shi An lowered his head and remained silent.
"This, this, this..." Shi An's face turned pale and he didn't know how to defend himself. After all, the disciples of the big sect always took shelter under the wings of the sect. Everyone who had always interacted with him respected him. Let him? This is the first time this situation has happened.
Just when I didn't know how to end it, a sharp shout came from a corner: "Let's not care about this little brother Shi An's matter for the time being. You, Doctor Xue, will not be able to resolve my senior brother's matter!"
The voice sounded quite old, but it was full of energy. It was obvious that the internal strength had been practiced to a certain extent. Everyone looked closely and saw an old man with a stooped figure and gray hair suddenly rising from the corner of the room. There was another man beside him. A young man with a sad and angry face. The old man was about sixty years old, with a wretched appearance. He looked like a fortune teller who set up a stall to read words in the world, and his eyes gleamed from time to time.
Some of the young people beside the old man recognized him as a master of the younger generation, Guo Yanzhi, nicknamed "Soul Chaser". This man was from the Funiu sect, and his specialty weapon was a soft whip. But not many people knew the old man himself. .
Not knowing the details of the visitor, even though the other person spoke rather rudely, Doctor Xue still asked politely: "I wonder what I call this old man."
The man snorted coldly, looking like a ruffian who was not stingy: "I won't change my name when I work, and I won't change my surname when I sit down. My old name is Cui Baiquan. This is my nephew. A few months ago, my senior brother, Funiu Sect, The leader, Ke Baisui, died at the age of 10, due to his famous stunt "Thousand Splits of Heavenly Spirit". My former apprentice nephew traveled for several months to find me from Dali just to seek an explanation from the Murong family. .”
After he finished speaking, someone in the hall thought thoughtfully: "Golden Abacus Cui Baiquan? It seems that there was such a number one figure in the martial arts many years ago. Later, for some unknown reason, he disappeared for many years. It turned out that this person was related to Ke Zhang of the Funiu Sect. They are actually brothers from the same sect. It’s just that Master Ke has always been a decent person, so why is the junior brother so, um... described as wretched?”
What Cui Baiquan said next was very similar to that of the black and white sword. At the end, there was another sentence: "The previous master of Brother Shi didn't match the time. But my senior brother died a few months ago, and the time matched. The method of killing is also a method used by the Murong family to retaliate against others. There is no way to rely on this, right?"
No one noticed that when Cui Baiquan said these words, his withered palms hidden in his sleeves were shaking. In fact, because of an incident decades ago, he was so afraid of the Murong family that he hid in Dali. It's been more than 20 years. But the friendship between masters and brothers makes it difficult to hold back fear and say these words.
He expected that on today's grand occasion, even if both sides took action, the Murong family would not kill them all in the face of the world's heroes, so he told himself that he would choose today's opportunity to seek revenge from the Murong family. However, of course he would not say this little thought out loud.
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"How many months ago? Old gentleman, if your senior brother passed away a few months ago, it would be even more unlikely that he was killed by my young master. There must be a huge misunderstanding in this!"
When Abi heard that they were making trouble for Murong Fu together again, she hurriedly spoke up to defend her sweetheart.