When Old Man Shen was still there, Li Changkong often drank with Old Man Shen, but they tacitly understood each other and never said it out loud.
They both know each other well.
The old man died and he was the only one left, so he had to keep this secret even more!
"Why……"
In Baiyun Martial Arts Academy, the students were completely excited.
Chief Fang is not a night devil, Chief Fang died unjustly!
There are no bones left, the body is shattered into pieces!
A generation of heroes, famous in the world, benefiting the southeast, and benefiting the whole world! But he was framed, hunted, wronged, and died violently.
The students' emotions are the most intense.
They are also the easiest to be incited and the easiest to explode. They are young and energetic and have a strong sense of justice.
How can I bear it when I hear this kind of thing?
Especially a few days ago, I just scolded someone.
Once that kind of self-blame and guilt arises, my whole heart will really tremble.
I remember that Chief Fang once came to the martial arts academy to give a speech. His majestic appearance and graceful demeanor at that time are still vivid in my mind. That handsome and flawless face is still fresh in my mind.
But we have been separated forever!
"Avenge Chief Fang! Seek justice for Chief Fang!"
Ren Chun and others have gone completely crazy.
Big brother is dead!
The eldest brother was wrongly accused, framed, hunted, and then killed!
"Impossible! Big brother will not die!"
Ren Chun's eyes were filled with blood: "Who dares to say that my eldest brother is dead! Who dares!"
Ren Dong had vomited blood and was unconscious.
His small body was vomiting blood bit by bit, and he was completely unconscious.
Several other brothers have straight hair.
Trembling all over.
It was even a little psychedelic, and I felt like I was in a dream. How could someone like Big Brother die?
Sikong Dou came to take the man back.
He knew that the impact of this wave to Ninth Primary School was too great, and at such a young age, he would definitely not be able to bear it.
For Ren Chun and others, the whole world is dirty.
The whole world is ugly.
Only that ray of light has always warmed them, but now, even that only ray of light is gone.
How can I accept it? How can I bear it?
After bringing Jiuxiao back, they were knocked unconscious and laid on the bed one by one, fed with elixirs, and then let them have a deep sleep first, so that they could use their sleep to cope with this grief.
Brothers Sikongdou sat opposite each other.
His face was heavy.
"Really dead?"
Sikong Dou asked in a low voice, his white hair slowly flowing, making him look extremely old.
Sikong Ye also lowered his head: "According to the situation at that time, there is no hope of survival, but... What I have always been puzzled by is that Fang Che had never used the Dragon Divine Halberd until that time. Kong Ming
sword."
"Even if you can't master the Kongming Sword, the Dragon God Halberd is enough for you. It's still better than his ordinary sword..."
"Moreover, although the soul-chasing incense was used constantly, Fang Che had several opportunities to escape. At that time, he could escape by running the Night Demon Magic Art at full strength. After all... there were tens of thousands of miles of mountains and forests.
"
"Why didn't Fang Che do that?"
Sikong Ye frowned and said, "So, I still firmly believe that Fang Che is not dead."
Others may not understand Fang Che's strength, but as Sikong Ye is almost half a mentor, how could he not know?
At the beginning, when Fang Che desperately tried to break through, Sikong Ye could see it.
Fang Che still has huge reservations.
So it must be a game.
It was also for this reason that Sikong Ye came back immediately because of Sikong Dou's summons, because he was afraid that his strength would cause trouble there and affect Fang Che's plan.
But now that Fang Che was beaten to the point of being left without any trace of his body under the watchful eyes of millions of people, Sikong Ye felt something was wrong.
Hearing what Sikong Ye said, Sikong Dou immediately became excited: "You mean, a game?"
"I can only speculate this way."
Sikong Ye said.
"hiss……"
Sikong Dou twirled his goatee, his little eyes rolling.
The sad look on his face disappeared, and he murmured: "Even if it's just a game...but we can't suffer in vain."
Sikong Ye said: "What the eldest brother is saying is that the idea of coming to arrest Jiu Xiao is actually not only the Jin family's idea, other families must also want to arrest him."
"Yes."
Sikong Dou said: "It doesn't matter whether you arrest me or not, but if you want to arrest me... this is so intolerable. You actually want to arrest my grandchildren?"
Sikong Ye said: "And we have this opportunity to beat a drowned dog again..."
"So you have to pay the price! This is a heinous hatred!"
Sikong Dou said fiercely.
"Of course, we have nothing to do with Fang Che, and we will not avenge him, but they want to arrest our grandchildren. This matter cannot be tolerated." Sikong Ye said.
"Of course."
Sikong Dou said: "But let's wait until the guardians deal with them themselves before doing this."
"Of course."
Sikong Ye said: "It just so happens that during this period I will take care of my own strength again. Do you want to contact other Night Emperors to do it together?"
Sikong Dou rolled his eyes and said, "What else do we need to contact about this? If they want to take action, that's their own business. We are just doing our business. If they want to take action, it has nothing to do with us. It's not your responsibility to contact us."
"I understand. What brother said makes sense." Sikong Ye understood.
"Pay attention to whose hands the top treasure falls."
Sikong Dou said: "We can't let them take too much advantage. Those are all our things. I will get them back when I have time."
"That's right, what brother said makes more sense."
…
Baiwuzhou is already a sea of cries.
The city is filled with incense candles and smoke rising into the sky.
There were white flags on the ground, and white lanterns were hung at the door of every house.
Some even hung spiritual flags.
Tears poured down everywhere in the mourning hall.
Everyone is dressed in white.
The largest mourning hall was built in the largest square in the city.
A statue of Fang Che stands tall.
A pair of couplets with black characters on white cloth hang high.
"When you come to Baiwuzhou, the haze in the sky clears, and from then on you know that there is Qingyu in the world!"
"You are leaving the world of mortals. It will no longer be difficult to distinguish between right and wrong in this world. Today, the mountains and rivers of the continent will never be beautiful!"
"When the saints are established in heaven, there will be no blue sky in the world!"
"The world of mortals is filled with tears; the troubled world is not worth it!"
"If you wipe out the bamboos in the Southern Mountains, your love for writing will be endless; if you wipe out the waves of the East China Sea, your hatred will be immeasurable!"
"A thousand years of injustice turned into whitewash; eternal hatred turned into betrayal!"
"Through a thorough investigation of the blessings of the world, the world will become a guest of the immortals in the mortal world; only by confusing right and wrong can you realize how many villains there are in the world!"
"..."
People even spontaneously began to cast bronze statues of the six major families, engraved their names and knelt around Fang Che's statue.
The people of Baiwuzhou are very pure. At first, they were just mourning for Fang Che.
"Mr. Fang is gone. This dirty world is not worthy of a good person like Chief Fang to stay. Let's let Mr. Fang leave in peace first. We must take care of the funeral arrangements first. This is the first priority! Those worms, monsters, and shameless people in the world
, despicable villain, don’t mention them now!”
"Send Mr. Fang away. Then we can discuss revenge!"
"Mr. Fang's matter is bigger than the sky, who do they think they are? Let's do the funeral first! As for revenge... it is an endless and endless revenge from life to life, from generation to generation!"
"From now on, it is written into the ancestral precepts to avenge Chief Fang. This is the lifelong ambition of my children! One generation cannot avenge itself, but the next generation will continue to do so!"
"Let Mr. Fang watch from the sky, and we in Baiwuzhou will never forget his great hatred of the old man forever!"
"We may not be able to kill that kind of big family in one generation, but we will kill them all one day!"
"Jin Chupan Shen Mengluo!"
"Written into the ancestral precepts!"
"I feel ashamed that my surname is Pan!"
There was a vigorous funeral ceremony in Baiwuzhou; every household enshrined Fang Che's shrine.
Fangwang temples rise one after another.
The incense is in full bloom.
From now on, the people of Baiwuzhou will have one more content to worship their ancestors.
"May Chief Fang be in good health in heaven and bless Baiwuzhou. I curse Pan Luo... his family will die soon, their descendants will be cut off, and everyone will die in such a miserable way that they will never be reincarnated."
It has to be said that curses are mixed with offerings and sacrifices, and this is true for all people. Baiwuzhou is also unique.
Then a nationwide movement began.
"Avenge Chief Fang!"
"revenge!!"
"Bankrupt your family and let your children practice martial arts; kill with your own hands the despicable villains who framed Chief Fang!"
Driven by the power of hatred, Baiwuzhou's Xiang Wu Zhi suddenly broke out like never before!
Some big families have introduced measures to put a sum of money in the guard hall to help qualified children from poor families practice martial arts.
In this way, the so-called "training slaves for one's own family" was avoided, but it gave many children with martial arts qualifications an opportunity.
In fact, everyone knows that whenever these children achieve success in the future, this kindness will not be forgotten.
But this is a favor after all, rather than a targeted training of one's own thugs. There is still a difference.
So it also received a lot of praise, and many families followed suit.
But at this time a new problem arose.
Everyone is wondering: "Where did Palace Master Wu Zhiyun go? Why is he missing?"
"Since Mr. Fang was framed, Hall Master Wu Zhiyun was arrested. It is said that he was asked to frame Chief Fang. Hall Master Wu refused to obey and was tortured to death. There was no news after that. Could it be that he was murdered?"
The people guarding the main hall became suspicious and began to look for Wu Zhiyun everywhere.
Because the current Baiwuzhou Guarding Hall is leaderless, the Lord Jin from the Jin family, things turned upside down just a few days after he took office. He ran a step too late, and when he was running away after packing up his property, he was blocked by a group of warriors of unknown origin.
Went to the place where we lived and had a fight.
Later, more and more warriors came, all with their faces covered. Hundreds, thousands, and thousands of people besieged him, beating the Golden Palace Master and his henchmen to death.
There was not a single intact bone in his body, and now his body was hanging limply from the flagpole in the square.
Swaying in the wind.
No one knew who did it. After investigating, the guards at the main hall came to the conclusion that it was an enemy in the Jianghu.