"So Mr. Ma has been staying in the Yingzhen sect as a hostage."
In a main hall in Wuwei Fort, which was more than a thousand miles away from where they were on the Yingzhen Mountain King Continent, a tall, middle-aged man with a broad waist and a round waist shouted to the disciples below.
The disciples were a little scared when they heard the castle master's calm voice, and they answered carefully one by one.
"Yes, yes."
Qin Wei said again.
"You are all back, but you have put Mr. Ma in danger. He deserves to be killed!"
After the words fell, a dozen disciples standing in front of Qin Wei knelt on the ground and kowtowed.
Until a dozen disciples with sharp weapons appeared behind them and tried to pull them out and behead them. The thin disciple who had been captured by Wang Dalu and others cried loudly.
"Master, please be patient, I have something to say!"
Qin Wei slowly opened his black eyes, looked at the disciple, raised his hand and sucked.
The disciple who was kneeling on the ground was immediately sucked into his hands by Qin Wei and strangled by his neck.
Only then did Qin Wei say something.
"explain."
This disciple was pinched by Qin Wei's hand and had some difficulty breathing. It was not until Qin Wei asked him to speak that he felt the force on his neck slow down and he spoke word by word.
"Report to the Lord of the Fortress that it was Mr. Ma who took the initiative to go there. He... asked me to tell... you that the matter is under control, but you still need to find Mr. Qin Lang...
.Come forward."
He finally finished speaking hesitantly, what Ma Mou told him beforehand.
Qin Wei let go of the disciple, stood up and walked in the hall in deep thought.
This disciple was breathing heavily as he encountered amnesty.
Qin Wei suddenly stopped and asked about this disciple again.
"Ma Xianshang, can you tell me when Rong Ying will be able to leave the border?"
"Letter, letter, I said it is a letter. Mr. Ma said that he will send the letter when the time comes. When the letter arrives, five or six days later, the head of the Rongzhen Sect will leave the customs. At that time, it will be
The day they left Rong Zhenshan."
"good!"
Qin Wei looked at the other kneeling disciples, pointed at them, and said to the disciples standing behind them holding sharp weapons.
"Those who reach the realm of transcendence will be given fifty lashes, and the rest will be killed and fed to dogs!"
Suddenly the hall was filled with cries and shouts.
Qin Wei ignored it and walked into the side hall, asking his servants to prepare pens, ink, paper and inkstones.
On a continuous green mountain, the lights are shining and the cranes are singing.
The green mountains are towering into the clouds, and the cliffs are steep. The forest that should be full of mountains has many beautiful towers and high palaces arranged closely together.
A young man wearing a white robe and carrying a ten-foot-long ink ruler on his back came to the highest palace on the mountain and stood outside the door and said respectfully.
"Disciple Qin Lang has something to ask to see the master."
Not long after, an old man's voice was heard from inside the palace: "Come in." The door of the palace suddenly opened.
Although the voice was just three simple words, it made Qin Lang seem to be standing at the bottom of a steep cliff on all sides, the voice getting closer and closer without stopping.
It wasn't until Qin Lang walked into the vast hall that the surrounding area returned to its original state.
Wang Dalu and others on Yingzhen Mountain waited for more than two months, and finally it was less than a month before Rong Ying left the customs.
Wang Dalu then sent the letter in his hand as Ma Mou said.
There were disciples from Wuwei Fort at the foot of the mountain to pick him up, and after seven or eight days of riding, they arrived at Wuwei Fort.
When Qin Wei received the letter, Wuwei Fort also welcomed an extremely distinguished guest.
A short old man with black robes and half-white hair. He raised his head to look at people with bright eyes and wrinkles on his face. At a glance, he knew that he had a very high level of cultivation.
Qin Wei and his son Qin Lang, a young man in a white robe with a face as beautiful as jade, carefully accompanied him to the side to talk.
This old man is one of the three supreme elders of the Daochi Sect. His surname is Du Dan and his given name is Chun.
Du Chun sat on the chair and dozed off to rest his head. It was not until Qin Wei respectfully explained everything to him with his hands that Du Chun slowly opened his eyes and said.
"So, those bandits will flee Yingzhen Mountain in a few days. The old man will take Lang'er and set out to intercept them in two days."
"Yes, yes, please help Mr. Du personally take action."
"Okay, you have nothing to do here."
Qin Wei did not dare to show his displeasure after hearing Du Chun's cold words. He raised his head and glanced at his son Qin Lang inadvertently. When Qin Lang nodded slightly at him, he respectfully withdrew.
There were only master and apprentice Qin Lang and Du Chun in the room.
After a while, I remembered Du Chun's voice.
"Lang'er, do you know why my master agreed to let you come down the mountain this time?"
Qin Lang knelt in front of Du Chun and said.
"It's all because the master loves his apprentice and can't bear to see his family being harmed by gangsters, so he alerted the master to come down the mountain and come here."
Du Chun looked at the young man in front of him with a hint of kindness in his eyes, and sighed.
"You should get up first. You are right. I am here just for you. You have already broken through the realm of body building at a young age, and your future achievements will be limitless. I don't want you to be affected by your family's affairs.
Do you understand the cultivation practice?"
"The disciple knows in his heart that the master loves him so much that he has nothing to repay. He only hopes that he can serve the master in this life, which is enough."
"You idiot, I have taken in five disciples in my life. Now you are the only one who is by my side. All your brothers and sisters are parading outside. From now on, you are the only one who can accept my mantle."
Qin Lang couldn't help but be overjoyed after hearing his master's words, and knelt on the ground again to worship.
"This disciple must work hard to practice in the future and meet the master's expectations as soon as possible."
Du Chun nodded after hearing this, then thought of something again, and his expression condensed.
"I have known a little bit about your family's affairs over the years. For your sake, I did not interfere with this matter. However, after this incident, you must warn your father to learn to restrain himself, otherwise there will be disaster sooner or later.
It's coming. Do you know?"
Qin Lang was startled. Although he was a little frightened in his heart, he said sincerely.
"Disciple must advise my father to be kind and not to make things difficult for others."
On Yingzhen Mountain, it had been about seven or eight days since Wang Dalu sent Ma Mou's letter.
On this day, Wang Dalu invited Ma Mou to have a drink in a pavilion in the mountains.
Wang Dalu looked at Ma Moudao who looked calm across from him.
"Mr. Ma, are you really not worried? Why don't we kill you before we leave to vent our anger?"
Ma Mou laughed.
"If you really aren't worried, it must be a lie. As a person, you should know what you can do and what you shouldn't do. I came here this time to resolve the feud between the two families. Matters of life and death are left to fate."
Wang Dalu admired Ma Mou very much and suggested.
"I wonder if Mr. Ma is interested in following me?"
"Oh? Mr. Ma has been here for more than two months and still doesn't know where you are from, Mr. Wang."
Wang Dalu said with a smile.
"The place I came from is a bit far away from here, but it is a good place, much better than the Wuwei Fort where you are now."
Ma Mou has been guessing in his mind about the identities of Wang Dalu and others, but unfortunately he still has no clue after so many days. Today, Wang Dalu took the initiative to recruit him, so he can ask Wang Dalu clearly about his origins.
"Does Ma Mou know how the power behind you, Prince Wang, compares to that of the Dao Chi Sect?"
"Why, Mr. Ma is very interested in my identity?"
Ma Mou took a sip of tea and smiled.
"Young Master Wang is joking. As the saying goes, a good bird chooses the wood to roost in. Of course, I need to make some comparisons before I can make a judgment. What do you think?"
"Well, that's good. Sir, he talks quickly and I like it."
After a while, Wang Dalu said slowly.
"It is not convenient for me to reveal my identity to you, sir, for the time being, but I can guarantee that the power behind me is not less than that of the Dao Chi Sect."
Wang Dalu's words really shocked Ma Mou. He had always been calm and confident about everything, but now he felt a little worried in his heart.
Maybe he shouldn't set up this killing trap. If a few people escape and one person returns, it's unclear whether the Daochi Sect can be destroyed, but Wuwei Fort will definitely be eliminated first.
Wang Dalu's words were absolutely untrue, Ma Mou thought to himself.
"We must cut the grass and get rid of this person."
He stood up and cupped his hands.
"In this case, Ma Mou will be disrespectful."
After Ma Mou and Sun Er left, Qiong Li and Li Shishi walked out from behind the pavilion and looked at the background of Ma Mou leaving.
"This man is extremely smart and courageous. Aren't you afraid of being deceived?"
Wang Dalu asked the two girls to sit down and said.
"It doesn't matter, Nanshan is far away from here, and he won't be able to make any waves when he gets there. I just appreciate his courage. A scholar's brain is flexible, and it may be of great use in the future."