Su Xinghe stood up, and his rickety figure suddenly became much taller. In an instant, thirty years of past events came to mind, repeatedly washing over Su Xinghe's nerves. Su Xinghe clenched his fists tightly, and his joints crackled.
There was a sound, the whole body's true energy was surging, and his robes were windless. His sharp eyes penetrated the crowd and stabbed at Ding Chunqiu, who was slowly walking towards the valley.
Ding Chunqiu walked along the way, as if he was riding the wind. With his big sleeves flying, he was already in front of everyone. At first glance, he looked like a fairy who was free and easy to ride the wind.
Ding Chunqiu said coldly: "Senior brother, long time no see!"
When everyone looked around, they saw that Ding Chunqiu's hair and beard were all white, but his face looked like that of a frail young man, while Su Xinghe's figure was as dry and thin as a discarded old tree root. Who would have thought that these two people could actually be brothers?
"You traitor, who do you call an old thief?" Su Xinghe said angrily.
Ding Chunqiu snorted coldly: "He is an old thief, so I will call him an old thief!"
Su Xinghe said: "The deaf-mute old man is neither deaf nor mute today. You must know the reason."
Ding Chunqiu said: "Wonderful! You broke your oath and made yourself seek death. I am not to blame. My rebellious disciple Azi stole my tripod and somehow fell into your hands. Since you sent out invitations
, you deliberately lured me here, and what happened today couldn’t have been better!"
Su Xinghe glanced at Ding Chunqiu coldly, with a hint of ridicule in his eyes.
At this time, there were already hundreds of people in the Deaf and Mute Valley, sitting or standing, scattered in various places, and they were all famous masters in the world.
Su Xinghe took out the divine wooden king tripod from his sleeve and sneered: "Ding Chunqiu, you practice evil arts and have done all kinds of evil. Now that the thing you used to practice the transformation technique is in my hands, what will you do with it?"
When Ding Chunqiu saw it, it turned out to be the sacred wooden king tripod that he had lost for some time. His expression changed drastically, and he immediately wanted to rush forward and snatch it.
Su Xinghe raised his skinny palm: "Don't move! Otherwise I'll crush it immediately!"
Ding Chunqiu knew very well that although the Divine Wood King Cauldron was magical, it was still a mortal body. If he went up to snatch it, even if he could defeat Su Xinghe, he would definitely not be able to keep it, so he glared at Su Xinghe hatefully and shook his clothes.
Xiu sat back down again.
When the disciples on the left and right saw that their master was in bad luck, their faces turned ugly. They immediately showed their loyalty and blew the conch to a loud noise. They pointed at Su Xinghe's nose and cursed: "Old man, you have angered Old Immortal Xingxiu. You will die on the same day and night, especially if you don't care about it."
You know, it’s really ridiculous and unfathomably stupid!”
"If Old Immortal Xingxiu moves his sleeves, you will be shattered to pieces!"
"Old Immortal Xingxiu, with boundless magical power and unparalleled magical power, dominates the world!"
A group of martial arts masters who came to participate in the chess match were angry and funny when they saw the disciples of Xingxiu praising their virtues endlessly, turning a villain who had done all kinds of evil into a peerless master who was more virtuous than Confucius and Mencius, and only surpassed Qu Song.
However, due to Ding Chunqiu's poisonous skills and reputation, he was afraid of offending this old monster, so he had no choice but to be angry and dare not speak out.
And although Mr. Su Xinghe, a clever scholar, seemed to be inferior to Ding Chunqiu in martial arts, he held a small cauldron and ordered Ding Chunqiu to throw a rat-proof weapon. It is quite similar to what was recorded in the history books when Lin Xiangru returned to Zhao with his jade intact and angrily criticized Qin Ting's style. I couldn't help but feel sorry for Su Xinghe.
admire.
Ding Chunqiu's face was filled with dark clouds: "Su Xinghe, don't think that since you have the Divine Wood King Cauldron in your hand, the old immortal will not dare to do anything to you. If you dare to break the Divine Wood King Cauldron, the old immortal will definitely make you unable to survive today. Please
You can’t die!”
At this time, a ridicule came from the corner: "Oh, the mountains and rivers here are beautiful, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, but why are there so many flies?"
Another voice said: "Brother Bao San, how do you say this?"
The voice continued: "Just because someone's name says that they stink like cow dung, but in the eyes of those shameless odor seekers, the dung is exaggerated into a orchid and jade tree. This is the saying that flies chase odors. Now someone is a
Everyone in the world calls him an old monster to beat, but a group of flies insist on praising him as an old monster. Do you think it’s funny or not?”
Only then did everyone realize that the man was scolding Ding Chunqiu and his group of shameless people, and they burst into laughter.
The people who spoke were none other than Bao BuTong and Feng BoEi. They had a disagreement with Zhuo BuFan at the foot of the mountain and almost got into a fight, so Abi led them up the mountain.
After Abi brought a few people up, she asked them to wait here, and Murong Fu arrived shortly after. When a few people were wondering what kind of medicine their master was selling in the gourd, they saw Su Xinghe and Ding Chunqiu, who were from the same family.
A scene of struggle.
Although Bao Bubu and others had no friendship with Su Xinghe, they hated Ding Chunqiu even more. Seeing that a bunch of clowns under Ding Chunqiu's family were showing off their ugly behavior, they couldn't hold it back and started taunting him.
Bao Tongtong's words made Ding Chunqiu's face turn blue and white with anger. He looked over coldly and gave Bao Tongtong a look.
Bao BuTong held his head high and was not afraid at all.
Ding Chunqiu asked: "Who is your Excellency?"
Bao Tongtong said: "No, no. This place is neither a pavilion nor a monastery. Where is your Excellency, Your Excellency? Mr. Bao San, who belongs to Murong's family in Gusu. Mr. Ding, I heard that you were raped by my young master last time.
I've been beaten so badly, why don't you just stay in your Xingxiu Sea today, and why do you still dare to show your face here?"
When Ding Chunqiu heard the four words "Gusu Murong", a trace of resentment and fear flashed in his eyes. A faint feeling of uneasiness surged into his heart, thinking that this guy who claimed to be Bao San was just a person from the inside.
How could a second-rate or third-rate guy dare to hug the old fairy? He was so angry and funny that he ignored the trace of uneasiness.
Su Xinghe pointed at Ding Chunqiu and said loudly: "I, my junior brother, betrayed my sect back then. The master who harmed me ended up with hatred and beat me until I couldn't fight back. I should have died as a martyrdom for my master, but my master still has an unfulfilled wish. Yes.
I have endured the humiliation and endured the heavy burden to survive to this day. Over the years, I have kept my promise as a junior and disciple without saying a word. Not only did I become a deaf-mute old man, but I also forced my new disciples to become deaf-mute. Alas, for thirty years,
, achieved nothing, and no one has been able to crack this chess game so far.”
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Ding Chunqiu sneered: "Su Xinghe, if you listen to the old thief's trick, even if you spend another thirty years of your efforts, it will be in vain. Back then,
You lied to me and said that the old thief hid my martial arts skills in Xingxiu Sea.
Huh, poor God, I did find some Xiaoyao martial arts classics, old immortal. But now it seems that the old thief entrusted Xiaoyao magic skills to you, an ineffective thing. What has happened in the past thirty years? Not at all.
Have you mastered it? Do you want to use it to attract people's hearts? To deal with me, the old immortal? You lead the wolf into the house and eat the food inside and out! You are fighting with the same sect and inviting outsiders to interfere! It is really abominable!"
Su Xinghe's expression changed slightly, then returned to normal: "If you are so eloquent and confuse right and wrong in every possible way, you are destined to die today!"
Ding Chunqiu laughed: "Su Xinghe, are you afraid that you've pretended to be deaf and mute for too long and got hysteria? Just you? I advise you to honestly give you the martial arts and the sacred tree king tripod that the old thief gave you before he died.
Hand it over, the old immortal is very merciful and may let you die a little more happily! However, on such a big day, none of your good disciples came. Is it because they are afraid of death? Or they resent you for expelling them back then.
Where is the door wall? Hahahaha."
Su Xinghe smiled mysteriously: "Ding Chunqiu, you are about to die. It's really ridiculous that you are still here wagging your lips and talking. Yes, I really can't do anything to you. But the sky is clear, there are always capable righteous men in the world.
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Ding Chunqiu looked at Su Xinghe's calm and confident expression, and the uneasy feeling in his heart became stronger and stronger.
A beautiful figure in white slowly walked out pushing a strange-shaped two-wheeled vehicle. The woman was about twenty-eight years old, with a beautiful appearance. She walked lightly and came to the crowd. There were five people behind the woman, the eldest
The old man, holding the iron harp in his arms, is already gray-haired, while the youngest girl is beautiful and looks to be about the same age as that woman.
Of course, the most eye-catching thing is the handsome old man in the wheelchair. He is called an old man because his beard and hair are already gray, but what is strange is that his face looks like a flawless jade, without any wrinkles.
Ding Chunqiu looked at the feather fan scarf in front of him. The man who appeared stood there for a moment. After a while, he shouted sharply: "Wu Yazi! You old thief, you are indeed alive!"
Wu Yazi's expression was calm, with a smile in his eyes: "You, the traitor, are not dead, so why would you, my master, take the first step?" After a moment of panic, Ding Chunqiu came to his senses. At first, he thought he had met the person he had killed.
The ghost of the master suddenly understood that Wu Yazi had been faking his own death all along to deceive his own eyes and ears.
"Hahaha, wonderful, wonderful. In that case, Wu Yazi, let me turn you, the living dead, into a complete dead person today!"