If you want the horse to run, you have to feed the horse good grass.
Ye Qingxuan knew that the next thing was to make everyone work hard, and if he was a little careless, it would be the difference between life and death. Although he was not afraid of these people dying, it was meaningless to send them to death at will.
Their greatest use is to maximize their personal energy.
Seeing that everyone was excited, Ye Qingxuan got up slowly and said: "Since everyone is satisfied with this reward, let's go out tonight and celebrate."
"Obey!"
Everyone bowed in unison and slowly exited the hall.
Only Chao Kuangtu and "Tiger Crazy" Wu Xiaoshan remained in the hall.
"I said, Lao Wu, do you really don't want any magic tricks?" Ye Qingxuan asked.
Wu Xiaoshan rejected Ye Qingxuan's kindness, of course not because he was lofty, but because it was meaningless.
Wu Xiaoshan chuckled, and said: "This martial art is of no great use to me, and I am too old, so I don't have time to practice a kung fu from scratch. I haven't practiced it yet. I don't want these young people, who have the time Studying, and time for trial and error. Wu is getting old."
Ye Qingxuan laughed, understood what Wu Xiaoshan said, he was already a master in Guixu's late stage, so why would he need to learn other martial arts to improve himself
"Old Wu, don't worry, I will avenge your revenge!" Of course Ye Qingxuan knew how to impress him, "No matter who is protecting him, 'Long Fei' Qu Long Xing will surely die."
Wu Xiaoshan nodded solemnly.
Ye Qingxuan let out a long sigh of relief, he seems to have fallen in love with this movement recently.
The tenth day of August.
There are still five days until the meeting of the Twelve Elders on August 15th.
It's already an eventful season, what is the purpose of Lin Nanxuan's sudden meeting
…
The green water and the bridge are flat, and the rich men reflect the willows.
It's really a beautiful place and very secluded.
Except for the faint sound of the flute.
The autumn wind is bleak, but it is very light, and it can hardly blow the willow branches.
Fortunately, there is still the wind blowing and the water flowing, so this place does not feel like death.
This kind of quietness is not like anything in the world.
The rich gates were closed tightly, and "wandering soul" Song Biere returned to his gray clothes, and returned to his status as a servant. His white hair was scattered, his face was as pale as paper, but his back was still straight, his eyebrows were tightly knit, and his eyes were extremely indifferent.
Old Man Tianji is playing a green flute.
Cigarettes are lingering, and the sound of the flute is long, which is a scene of leisurely contentment.
But the four people kneeling in front of the master and servant were covered in dust and their faces were as pale as paper.
The sound of the flute is constantly changing, playing a tune that no one has ever heard.
That's no ordinary tune. The low place is like moaning and sighing, but the high place is like roaring.
Moans of pain, sighs of desolation, roars of desolation, shouts of joy.
Emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy are all in the song, and each sound is full of strong vitality.
That kind of vitality is probably only creepy in the feelings of living people.
It's like a ghostly movement, not like a melody in the world.
As soon as the flute sounded, the surrounding atmosphere also became weird. The Shizhang lawn seemed to turn into a eerie ghost, and the smoke floating around seemed to turn into a group of ghosts dancing.
Perhaps the flute is really a ghost flute, and the old man playing the flute may really come from hell.
As soon as the sound of the flute fell, some of the four of them couldn't bear the torment in their hearts, and fell limply to the ground.
Elder Tianji looked indifferent, and asked softly, "Is that them?"
Song Bieli's indifferent voice sounded like a living person: "Yes."
"How sure is it?"
"Twenty percent."
"Twenty percent?" Elder Tianji chuckled, "Enough."
Song Bieli turned around slowly, looked at the four of them with serious eyes, and said slowly: "What else do you have to say?"
One of them cried bitterly, and said: "Pavilion Master, Pavilion Master, the matter of escorting Dai Junyu is really not leaked by the subordinates. The subordinates have been staying in Fulong Temple and never left half a step!"
Another person begged for mercy: "Master, this subordinate has followed Master for more than 30 years and has never made a single omission. How dare you betray Master!"
"It must be a problem in the Xianlong Cave, we are really wronged!"
The last person looked at Song Bieli, and begged, "Uncle, my nephew is always by my uncle's side. I beg my uncle to testify for my nephew. It's really not my nephew."
Old Man Tianji took a sip of tea, his eyes flicked over the man's face, and he suddenly asked curiously: "This child is your nephew Song Tianxing?"
Song Bieli replied, "Exactly."
"Well, Song Tianxing from Taohuaxi is also quite famous in Jianghu. He also fought against that kid Ye Qingxuan in Xuzhou City back then. It stands to reason that the two sides are enemies rather than friends..."
Song Tianxing's eyes lit up, and he said anxiously: "What the old master said is exactly, I really can't be a spy from the Southern Dynasty."
"This kid really looks like you." Old Man Tianji stared at him firmly, but turned to Song Bieli and said, "I heard that Brother Ling is not in good health."
Song Bieli smiled coldly, and said, "It's not just that he's in poor health, he's completely inhumane after fifty. It's just that he kept taking concubines when he was eighty years old just to put on face."
"Oh?" Old Man Tianji showed a strange smile.
Song Bieli also showed a strange smile, looked at Song Tianxing who was confused, and said calmly: "His mother was only nineteen when she came in, young and beautiful, elder brother can't be humane, of course I, as a younger brother, can't let my little sister-in-law Staying alone in the vacant room. I have done a lot of kissing Xiangze."
Song Tianxing froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.
Hearing his elder say such insulting words to his mother in front of him, Song Tianxing wanted to be furious, but Song Bieli seemed to be his father again. want to laugh out loud.
It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous.
He knew it was his father, but...
"Then you have a plan?"
"certainly."
As soon as Song Bieli finished speaking, a cold light flashed across.
Including Song Tianxing, the eyes of the four were protruding, and blood gushed from their throats, all of them had their throats cut by his finger sword.
Song Tianxing stared at his biological father until the end of his life, and he never thought that when the secret was revealed, it was the day when the biological father killed his son.
Touching the blood of his own son on his finger on the front of his clothes, Song Bieli said indifferently: "I hate this kind of thing the most, thinking that if you are someone else's son, you have to take care of me?"
The old man Tianji sighed, and said: "Kill it cleanly, so as not to have to interrogate and waste time."
clap clap...
There was a burst of applause.
At the entrance, Zhuo Huifan came lightly, looked at the old man Tianji and said softly: "Brother Tianji is still so cold and stern all these years, so that Brother Song has the bearing of a suzerain."
"What are you doing here?" Old Man Tianji looked worried.
Zhuo Huifan smiled coquettishly, and said slowly: "Little sister came here to ask on behalf of my father, in Brother Tianji's heart, is the identity of the master of the Tianji Pavilion or the identity of the eldest disciple of the 'Mozun' more important?" Some... big brother?"