Xu Weiyang sat opposite Zhao Chenglong, and heard this and forced a smile: "Don't be anxious, it's coming soon."

"Uncle Master, what are we waiting for?" Zhao Chenglong asked.

"I really have no face to face your master when I roll back to Sunac City in shame."

Xu Weiyang sighed and looked heart-wrenching: "Chelong, your master has only half a year left to live. It is his dream of letting the Yaori Sect rise again, but we messed up. Do you have no other thoughts?"

Zhao Chenglong was speechless immediately.

At any time, the master is Zhao Chenglong's weakness. His heart is as clear as glass, without any worries. The only person he cares about is the master who raised him.

At this moment, Xu Weiyang carried the master out, what could he say?

Nothing can be said.

Zhao Chenglong once felt deeply powerless. Some things could not be solved even if they had high martial arts skills.

"Uncle Master, it's because the master only has half a year left that I want to go back early." Zhao Chenglong lowered his eyes and argued in a thin voice like a mosquito.

"We're going back, but not now."

Xu Weiyang was too lazy to explain the reasons to Zhao Chenglong and said straight to the point: "Instead of thinking all day long, you might as well recover your injuries quickly. There may be something useful to you in two days."

"I know...I know."

Although they are both masters of Danjin, Zhao Chenglong's aura is not a little worse than Xu Weiyang.

Faced with Xu Weiyang's orders, he could only be timid and did not even dare to object.

"I'm leaving."

Seeing Zhao Chenglong's look as if he was angry, Xu Weiyang's corners of his eyes twitched, endured the sudden anger and left directly.

He was so disappointed with this introverted and weak nephew.

After Xu Weiyang's back disappeared from the distance, Zhao Chenglong breathed a sigh of relief with relief.

"Master, what should I do?"

Zhao Chenglong sat alone in the living room, his eyes full of confusion.

Xu Weiyang walked out of the sect's resident, came to a secluded corner, looked left and right, and confirmed that no one was following around, then suddenly soared into the air and turned into a blurry afterimage and disappeared from the spot.

Half an hour later.

Yulouyuan Private Club in North District of Beijing.

As one of the most famous and most advanced private clubs in the capital, the owner of Yulouyuan is rumored to be a very famous master of Huajin.

The master was tired of fighting and killing, so after washing his hands, he opened such a club.

Out of trust and respect for that master, Yulouyuan gradually became the first choice for warriors to gather in private.

The location of Yulouyuan is very remote. It is not only far away from the downtown area, but also has no conspicuous signs. It looks no different from an ordinary courtyard house.

However, once you open the door, you will find another world inside.

It is clearly located in the north and the weather is dry and cold, but the inside of Yulouyuan is as warm as spring. As you can see, there are small bridges and flowing water, colorful flowers.

Some small and exquisite pavilions are scattered between the flowing water of small bridges and flowing water, surrounded by lush potted plants and flowers and plants, and are more than ten meters apart from each other. While it is magnificent, it also ensures a certain degree of privacy.

In a pavilion on the far right, Xu Weiyang and Gong Yuanlong sat opposite each other, and no one spoke, and the atmosphere was quite tense.

In front of the two, there were tea-making utensils, teapots, tea cups, tea washes, teaspoons, etc., but the tea-making people were driven away in advance by them.

The tea leaves, which are green in color and are shaped like needle tips, are floating and sinking in the cup, and the smoke rises, giving the air a refreshing fragrance.

I don’t know how long it took, Xu Weiyang took the lead and said, “Brother Gong, do you really don’t want to give up?”

"Am I like someone who gives up easily?"

Gong Yuanlong's tone was cold.

"Assassination of the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance is never a wise move no matter where."

Xu Weiyang pressed his voice very low, as if he was afraid that outsiders would hear it: "If you are not careful, you may be doomed, and even the sects behind us will be implicated..."

"wrong."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Gong Yuanlong: "Who said I want to assassinate him? Not only will I not assassinate him, I also want to apologize to him in person."

"What?"

Xu Weiyang thought there was something wrong with his ear.

"Three days later, I will hold a banquet in Yulouyuan and invite a few old friends to accompany me to make a fuss with the little bastard named Lin. After all, he is the leader of the Wu League and can't afford to offend him."

Gong Yuanlong smiled coldly: "After apologizing, whether he can leave alive depends on whether he has the ability."

“It’s too risky.”

Xu Wei raised his eyebrows and frowned. After thinking about it for a while, he shook his head slowly and said, "Now that the dust has settled, the least thing he should do is act rashly. Even I plan to give up, why should you be persistent?"

"That little bastard killed my beloved disciple first and insulted my reputation later. If he didn't kill him, my thoughts would not be understood."

Gong Yuanlong's face showed his evil spirit, like a fierce old wolf, staring at Xu Weiyang viciously: "I have helped you, now it's your turn to help me."

Xu Weiyang's face was as deep as water, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to hold his forehead, feeling a little headache.

"Brother Gong, a gentleman takes revenge, it's not too late for ten years, so why should you be in a hurry?" he advised patiently.

"Haha, I am narrow-minded and vengeful. I am not a gentleman, and I chose to take action at this time, and it was carefully considered."

Gong Yuanlong picked up the teacup in front of him, held it in his hand and played with it. His eyes were cold, and he hid all his hatred in his heart: "There is a cloud of military tactics, and he will be unpredictable. The little bastard is now in a proud and never expected that we will attack him."

"Even if you can kill him in the end, have you ever thought about the consequences?"

Xu Weiyang had a serious expression: "Brother Gong, I'm blunt, you've been blinded by hatred. You'd better come to me when you calm down."

After saying that, Xu Weiyang stood up and prepared to leave.

Seeing this, Gong Yuanlong's eyes suddenly became extremely cold, and he still couldn't sit upright and bounced his fingers casually.

"Bang!"

The wine glass held by Gong Yuanlong flew out quickly, rubbed Xu Weiyang's cheek and flew over, hitting the pillar, instantly turning into powder, and the hot tea splashed everywhere.

Xu Weiyang paused under his feet, his face turned extremely ugly.

He slowly turned around and looked at Gong Yuanlong from the corner of his eyes. His sleeves were windless, and he swayed and swayed as if he was filled with breath: "Brother Gong, are you going to fight me?"

"I just remind you not to forget our agreement."

Gong Yuanlong had a sneer on his lips: "If you don't want to help, don't blame me for breaking the slaughter and expose the conspiracy of the Yaori Sect. Then it depends on how you end it."

Xu Weiyang's eyes changed and he sighed: "How come this decades of friendship?"
Chapter completed!