After all, Fang Wu was young and energetic. In order to avenge his brother and father, he exposed his identity prematurely. This time he appeared in front of Zhao Feng, which directly caused the last bit of blood of the He family to be wiped out.
Entering the Chuan Gong Pavilion, Zhao Feng and Guan Wen separated. He did not enter the Chuan Gong Pavilion lecture hall, but came to a quiet room.
"Luo Tong, I have something to ask you!"
As soon as Luo Tong returned home, he received a message from Zhao Feng through the transmission note and hurriedly asked: "What's the matter, Master?"
"Do you know Fang Wu, the eldest young master of the Fang family?"
"Fang family?"
When Luo Tong heard that it was the Fang family, he immediately understood the mystery, but some things were taboo and he could not break them at will:
"All the elders and subordinates of the Fang family know each other. As for the juniors, I have heard a few names, but I don't know which ones they are!"
Zhao Feng didn't want to hear nonsense and knew that Luo Tong couldn't tell the truth about this matter, but he didn't care:
"Go check Fang Wu's background. He stands in front of me today, looking very much like the dead He Ming. I don't want to leave any hidden dangers in this matter!"
Zhao Feng has already secured his position in the Shengwu Hall, and his grievances with the He family are already known to everyone. Luo Tong naturally understands that the Fang family, as the back-up man of the He family, has been targeted by Zhao Feng.
"Master, please rest assured that if Fang Wu is really related to the He family, his subordinates will definitely do it neatly!"
"That's good!"
Luo Tong ended the call with Zhao Feng and hurriedly found his father: "Father, the heirs of the He family who stayed in the Fang family were discovered by Hall Master Zhao. Hall Master Zhao ordered his son to find out about the matter. Please see how this matter is resolved.
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Luo Tong's father, Luo Xiande, has reached the peak of the late middle realm, but due to his age, he has no chance to break through again.
Luo Xiande was naughty and cautious. When he was the head of the family, he rarely got involved in anything that might cause trouble. This was one of the reasons why Zhao Feng chose Luo Tong.
"He Ming and Fang Wu are twin brothers. Fang Wu entered the Fang family and became a hermit. We are not the only ones who know about this matter. Moreover, the He family has many enemies. There is no need for our Luo family to come forward to find out the information about this matter.
If our little family spreads, someone will naturally help us deal with Fang Wu!"
Luo Xiande thought for a while and then said: "Since we have surrendered to Hall Master Zhao, Hall Master Zhao will not leave within ten or twenty years. Our Luo family will take advantage of this opportunity to speed up development. By then, as long as we have the strength, the Luo family will
Don’t be afraid of others finding fault.”
Luo Tong nodded secretly. His father's arrangement could minimize future troubles.
"Father, there is one more thing. Please take a look at this sword technique!"
Luo Xiande took the sword technique of Thunderbolt Sword from his son Luo Tong and flipped through a few pages. When he saw the fourth move of Five Ghosts Cutting Souls, he stood up suddenly.
"Okay, great, this sword technique is real, Tong'er, where does this sword technique come from?"
Luo Tong told his father everything, and Luo Xiande sighed softly: "Tong'er, Hall Master Zhao is so generous and sends out the Thunderbolt Sword Technique. The Luo family can only serve to the death for Hall Master Zhao."
"If the father feels embarrassed, the son will take back this sword technique!" Luo Tong was not proficient in sword techniques and could not realize the great significance of this sword technique to the Luo family.
At present, in the Luo family, apart from the old head of the family, Luo Xiande, only Luo Tong's brother Luo Jin and his cousin Luo Hu are proficient in the family's thunderbolt sword technique.
"Tong'er, with this set of sword skills, the Luo family can find a foothold even if they leave the Martial Palace."
Luo Xiande said, lost in thought for a long time before he continued to speak:
"Tong'er, this set of sword techniques was clearly copied recently from the handwriting. This Hall Master Zhao must have a great background."
"This time, in order to completely climb this big tree, the Luo family must not break the rules!"
Luo Xiande picked up the pen, copied down the fourth move of Five Ghosts and Souls, and handed it to Luo Tong, who was puzzled by its meaning.
"You personally go to the Blood Shadow and issue two tasks, one bright and one dark. The first is to find the elixir that is more than a thousand years old, and the second is to completely kill the descendants of the He family!"
Luo Tong still didn't quite understand his father's intentions: "Father, the price charged by the Blood Shadow Organization is too high. With the current financial resources of our Luo family, we simply cannot afford it!"
Luo Xiande smiled and patted his son on the shoulder: "Although this sword technique is just one move, it is extremely valuable. If you go to the Blood Shadow and hand it over to the Yanwu Hall, you will naturally get what you want!"
Luo Tong left doubtfully, and Luo Xiande sat alone in the room, lost in thought.
"This child is no small matter. The thing flying in the pond will rise into the sky one day..."
"The Luo family may not develop greatly if they stay in Kunlun Mountain for hundreds of years. If we follow the example of our ancestors and recognize Hall Master Zhao as our master, we may be able to soar into the sky with the help of him."
Luo Xiande did not expect that he would make the wisest decision in his life that day.
Zhao Feng, Guan Wen, Gan Xiaoxiao, Xu Yan, and Huang Tao walked out of Chuangong Pavilion and walked all the way back to Lingyun Pavilion. They met many disciples of Shengwu Hall, all of whom had sad faces.
"Come here!" Zhao Feng nodded and summoned.
A Shengwu Hall disciple hurriedly came to Zhao Feng and bowed in salute: "I don't know what the hall master is calling for. What can I do?"
"Why are you all so sad?"
When the disciple heard this, his expression was filled with despair: "Reporting to the hall master, we owe the boss above us a huge sum of money, and we can't even afford to repay it."
Zhao Feng was very puzzled when he heard this. He pointed at the disciples around him and asked carefully: "Do all these people owe money?"
This disciple was about to cry and nodded: "Those disciples are relatively good, but they are just bankrupt. We are already bankrupt and will soon be driven to work in the mines to pay off our debts!"
Zhao Feng almost figured out the whole story and said to this disciple: "Go and inform other disciples and go to the gambling house to get the bet back. If the steward of the gambling house asks, tell me that this hall master will bear the responsibility!"
"Really, Hall Master, you are not teasing us, are you?" This disciple was a little unable to react.
"Then you want to do labor?" Zhao Feng asked.
"Disciple doesn't want to!" This disciple cheered and ran away.
Half a day later, in the gambling house, the steward secretly wondered: "The sun has risen from the west. Why did the higher-ups return the bets of ordinary disciples?"
"Zhao Feng, are you crazy? I gave you a set of thunderbolt sword skills from the front foot, and now I'm exempting my disciple from having to bet. How can you get so much money?" Gan Xiaoxiao was very dissatisfied.
"Brother is rich, but he is so willful!" Zhao Feng asked Xiao I to make nonsense again. Seeing Gan Xiaoxiao's unkind expression, he hurriedly swallowed back the second half of the sentence.
When Guan Wen and the other three heard that Zhao Feng had sword skills, they hurriedly beat him up: "You are so mean. You would not give your sword skills to others, especially your brother and me, if you give them to others!"
Guan Wen's posture was like a fighting cock, staring at Zhao Feng with great dissatisfaction.
Zhao Feng was unhappy: "You use a long sword, but I'll give you the skills of a short sword. Can you use it?"
"Nonsense, can't I use a short knife?" Guan Wen gritted his teeth in anger.
"Ah, bah, this set of swordsmanship is only suitable for Brother Xingchen. You are just as quick in your attacks..."