When Lin Fengtang saw Luo Biyao coming, he smiled miserably and said, "Sir, I failed."
Luo Biyao snorted coldly and said, "You don't need to tell me, I've already seen it. In this way, you won't be needed anymore."
When Lin Fengtang heard this, his eyes lit up and he said with a smile: "Sir, do you want to avenge me?"
"You think too much." Luo Biyao looked at him gloomily, with a hint of cruelty in his cold eyes, and said, "I'm here to kill you!"
When Lin Fengtang heard these words, he suddenly panicked. His thoughts were as if he had been struck by lightning. His body instinctively rubbed back, but he found that his whole body was in unbearable pain. He had to lean on the ground and twisted.
With a painful face, he said: "Why? Why do you want to kill me?"
Luo Biyao shook his head, smiled and said, "This is not my wish."
"It is your Majesty's wish."
After saying that, Luo Biyao's eyes moved back, Lin Fengtang's eyes glanced upward, and he vaguely saw the outline of Commander Sikong's body. Commander Sikong took slow and heavy steps and came to Lin Fengtang.
When Lin Fengtang saw that Commander Commander Sikong was really here, he trembled in surprise and said: "Sir, Commander! You can't really..."
Commander Sikong raised his hand and interrupted Lin Fengtang. Lin Fengtang swallowed his saliva and was picked up by Commander Sikong.
Commander Sikong glanced at Lin Fengtang with disdain and said: "Lin Fengtang, this time, you have disappointed me!"
"Sir! I was really wrong this time. Give me a chance...give me another...chance."
Commander Sikong's hand became stronger and stronger, and before Lin Fengtang could finish speaking, he was out of breath. Commander Sikong said indifferently: "Judging from my men, you are living a good life."
It’s been long enough, it’s time to stop here!”
"No, sir, I have done so much for you, you can't abandon me!"
Lin Fengtang's eyes gradually protruded, his legs kept fluttering in the air, and he said in horror.
"Yes, you have done a lot for me. Before and after this trip to Liaozhou, you really had good intentions and helped me lay a good foundation. But..." Commander Sikong's voice paused.
"You have no further use value. In my eyes, a worthless person is a waste! A dead end!"
The commander-in-chief squeezed Lin Fengtang's hand and exerted force. Lin Fengtang's body gave up struggling, his breath disappeared, and his eyes became dull and empty.
"Where's that boy?"
The Commander Commander turned back to Luo Biyao and said.
Luo Biyao thought for a while and said, "He should have returned to his village."
"Sir, are you going to kill him?"
The corners of Commander Sikong's mouth raised in a strange arc, he smiled faintly and said, "No, I have a better idea, hum."
"You go to the palace first."
Luo Biyao hugged his fists, looked at Lin Fengtang, then turned around and walked away, muttering softly to himself: "Death in the hands of your commander-in-chief is also a blessing in your life."
…
Qiankun, who "killed" Lin Fengtang, has returned to the village. He was walking in the village. When people on the street saw Qiankun, they all came back to their houses. Some also closed their windows. Seeing Qiankun, he was like a god of plague.
Same, I'm afraid to avoid it.
Everyone, what's going on?
Qiankun didn't think much about these things. When he returned home, he frowned and saw that there were many disciples from the hall here, as well as some older and higher-ranking people.
"Are you back?" A hunchbacked old man walked towards Qiankun with a tepid tone.
Qiankun's eyes changed and he said, "Second Master, why are you here?"
When Qiankun was a child, he remembered in the hall that the master of the hall at that time was the second master, who was regarded as Jiutian's uncle. However, Qiankun had no feelings for this second master. How could he have any feelings for a relative who could not even fight with an eight-pole pole?
The second master smiled, pointed to the people behind him and said, "We are all here. This time all the disciples in the hall are here because they have something they want to confirm with you."
Qiankun vaguely understood something and said, "What is it?"
The second master quickly withdrew his smile, became much more serious, and said solemnly: "If you fuck him for nine days, will he die?"
Qiankun's pupils trembled and he said, "How did you know?"
The second master shook his head, but a middle-aged man behind the second master stood up and said sternly: "And! I also know that it was you who killed Hall Master Qian!"
What!!!
I killed my father? Why? How is it possible!? How can it be so unrealistic to slander people!
Qiankun was furious in his heart, and his calm mood became irritable, and he said violently: "Impossible! I won't do this, he is my father! It is absolutely impossible for me to do this, you didn't go to the martial arts conference What happened to my father after he was beaten? The person who killed my father was Lin Fengtang!"
"Lin Fengtang?" The middle-aged man sneered a few times and continued: "Can you tell his purpose of killing the hall master?"
"He's doing it for my father's Eight Right Fist!" Qiankun shouted loudly.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The middle-aged man laughed loudly:
"Would he, Lin Fengtang, take a fancy to our Ba Zheng Quan? He is a body practitioner who comes to learn our physical skills. Don't you feel like he is trying to do it for you?"
"I think you covet the position of Hall Master Qian, and kill your father to usurp power!"
Qiankun changed his color angrily and shouted: "You are talking nonsense!"
However, at this moment, a sad and surprising voice came from behind Qiankun:
"Qiankun, is what he said true?"
Qiankun turned around and saw two people standing behind him, Shi Long and Ye Fengyin. Qiankun's eyes widened when he saw Shi Long, but after hearing Shi Long's words, the disappointment in his heart increased a lot, and he said sadly : "Don't you believe anything? Don't you care about anything about me?"
Shi Long didn't dare to look into Qiankun's eyes, and his eyes suddenly flickered to the side. Qiankun didn't have time to pay attention to him. Now that someone was falsely accusing him, he wanted to refute it.
"Then you say I killed my father, what evidence do you have!" Qiankun shouted angrily.
"Just a few days ago, we came to your home. We saw a large blood stain in the main hall. Although it had dried and turned black, we found that the blood stain extended to the back hall. We wanted to find out, so we All the land in the back hall was dug up."
Hearing the middle-aged man's slow words, the anger in his heart increased a bit. He beat his chest, stamped his feet, and gritted his teeth as he looked at the middle-aged man in front of him.
They actually dug up my father's burial place! He really didn't deserve a good death!
"You! You..."
Qiankun was so angry that he was shaking all over. He wanted to step forward and knock down the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man glanced at Qiankun sideways, sneered, and then said: "In the end, we found nothing."
"Tell me, did you burn the hall master's body to ashes?"
What? Nothing was found? Impossible, even though the flesh has rotted away, there are still some bones. How could it be...
Just when Qiankun was surprised, the second master came closer and said to Qiankun: "Little nephew, is he right?"
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"
Qiankun smiled crazily and threw his head back. He was so angry that his anger had reached its peak.
"If you want to be the hall master, why do you need to impose this insult on me?" Qiankun asked.
"You!" The middle-aged man's eyes changed, and he looked a little panicked.
"Since you want to know who killed my father, then I will tell you!"
Qiankun suddenly took out the blood letter that Qian Jiutian left for him. The big words written on it shocked everyone.
"This this……"
The middle-aged man was so frightened that he could not speak coherently. After a while, he calmed down and said, "Maybe this is a blood letter written by you yourself?"
Qiankun pointed at the blood book angrily and said: "Even if I wrote it myself, how can I explain the key points of this boxing technique? My father never told anyone about this before his death!"
"This handwriting was written by Qian Jiutian. I misunderstood Qiankun." The second master sighed and said.
When the middle-aged man heard this, he was so ashamed that he didn't know what to do, so he had to step aside, not daring to continue talking.
Qiankun threw the blood book to the ground with great force and roared loudly.
The second master lowered his head, stepped forward, and comforted: "Okay, nephew, we did something wrong, so don't worry about it. After tomorrow, we will hand over the position of hall master to you, okay?" good?"
"The person who killed my father, Lin Fengtang, just understand this. I have already avenged my revenge, and..."
"Second Master, I have no interest in the position of hall master. If you want to be the hall master, go ahead and do it. I can't stay here for a moment!"
After saying that, Qiankun picked up the blood book, put it in his arms, and walked to the back hall.
When they came to the back hall, Qiankun looked at the uneven ground and instantly knelt down. He couldn't help crying and beat the ground. The second master followed him and saw Qiankun kneeling on the ground. He stepped forward and patted Qiankun's cheek. shoulders and sighed deeply.
Qiankun cried quietly for a while, squatted down and picked up the dirt and grass, put it in the palm of his hand, held it firmly, and then walked out.
Qiankun walked slowly, looking at the evasive looks of the disciples in the hall, feeling so hypocritical and heartless, Qiankun smiled coldly and continued to walk out.
Walking in front of Shi Long, he lowered his head and didn't even say a word. Qian Kun snorted, and the brotherhood was finally over.
Qiankun knocked Shilong's shoulder away hard and walked out.
After walking outside the village, Qiankun let the grass fly back.
"Twenty years at most. I will come back in twenty years. Bazheng Village is waiting for me!"
Then, you have to keep moving forward.
At this time, a sound like a silver bell came from behind Qiankun.
"Brother Qiankun! Wait for me."
When Qiankun turned around, it was Ye Fengyin. Qiankun walked up and said, "Sister Fengyin, what are you doing here?"
Ye Fengyin gasped softly and said: "Brother Qiankun, Brother Long didn't do that on purpose. He must have his own reasons! You are good brothers, and you can resolve any conflicts."
What's the reason? Distrust is just distrust.
Qiankun smiled at Ye Fengyin and said, "It's okay, I'll leave first."
After saying that, Qiankun turned back and walked away without looking back.