You Mengzhe: "..."
Zhang Yuanshan: "..."
You Mengzhe rushed to the door of the darkroom and shouted loudly: "Father!"
The slit was only for one arm to pass through, and there were many people standing in the dark passage, the light of the torch was reflected, and there was a lot of discussion, Zhang Yuanshan didn't make a sound, stretched out his hand, but it was in vain.
A burly man with a cannon fodder face yelled, "What's going on! Don't play tricks! Be careful that Grandpa cuts you off!"
There was anger in Zhang Yuanshan's eyebrows, he turned around and slapped the big man until he spurted blood and flew straight away.
For an instant, the surroundings fell silent.
You Mengzhe turned around to pull the mechanism, but it was indeed stuck, no matter how hard he tried to pull it, he couldn't move it. He was already exhausted after being held for a whole month, and when he tried hard, his whole body shivered from the cold, wheezing and panting, leaning against the mechanism , The lips trembled slightly, trembling uncontrollably.
Zhang Yuanshan patted the side of the door anxiously, called a few times, and signaled him to stop fussing and come here quickly.
You Mengzhe's coat was soaked in sweat, and he stumbled over. Zhang Yuanshan's bright eyes were full of anxiety, he retracted his arm behind the door, and gestured hurriedly through the door, which meant: What's wrong with you
You Mengzhe waved his hands and said, "It's a little empty, it's okay."
Zhang Yuanshan stretched out his hand and touched his forehead, his eyebrows were twisted into a knot, and he signed in sign language again, which meant: "Go back, don't worry about it here."
You Mengzhe said: "No! Wait for me for a while, I'll find a way." Then he ran back to the sculpture, and put the Ye Mingzhu next to the mechanism to illuminate the gap inside. Everything in the gap was as usual, and nothing was stuck.
No, what's going on? You Mengzhe turned the mechanism over and over again, but it couldn't be opened or closed.
"I'll try something else." You Mengzhe turned around and said, "Wait a minute."
The people in the secret passage behind the door were silent, and several pairs of eyes lined up from top to bottom in the slits, watching You Mengzhe messing around.
You Mengzhe went to try another switch, and when he flipped it, there was a rumbling sound, and another secret door opposite to the slit was opened. Inside was a small table with a jade urn on it. Immediately someone shouted from behind: "Treasure!"
"What a treasure!"
You Mengzhe was stunned, the stone door opened rumblingly, and there was actually a man sitting on the edge of the table inside.
As soon as the man appeared, there was a moment of silence.
"Father?!" You Mengzhe lost his voice, "Why are you here?"
You Gutian sat beside the table, swaying his feet in a dawdly way, hooked the corners of his mouth, and teased: "Come and talk to your mother."
You Mengzhe took a step forward, the jade urn in Taichung was crystal clear with ice and snow, You Gutian put one hand on the lid of the urn, and said, "You have been here several times, why don't you know where your mother is?"
You Mengzhe said: "This is her... ashes?"
You Gutian looked at Zhang Yuanshan behind the slit, and teased, "Dumb dog, you came here for this too?"
Zhang Yuanshan's eyes were red, and the expression in his eyes was extremely complicated, You Gutian picked up the urn casually, and made a gesture to fall, Zhang Yuanshan's pupils constricted immediately, and he yelled.
You Gutian said happily: "What else do you do besides shouting at nothing?"
Zhang Yuanshan was so humiliated, his anger was beyond words, and he calmed down after a long time.
You Gutian said sympathetically: "Come here, Meng Zhe, there is still one more day, and the moon will be full tonight."
You Mengzhe took a step back, Zhang Yuanshan was furious, and suddenly there was a clicking sound, the round box appeared in You Gutian's hand, and he pressed the mechanism of the hidden weapon box.
Before it was too late, a fan-shaped golden light flew out of the secret room!
Zhang Yuanshan made a shot from behind the slit, and the hidden weapon golden eagle feather flew out of the slit, colliding with the piercing needle released by You Gutian!
The figure of You Gutian rushed out of the narrow tomb room, pointed backwards with his left hand to Meng Zhe, jumped back while holding his collar, and at the same time raised his hand again, spewing a rain of needles. Zhang Yuanshan was almost powerless to fight back through the slit, and stepped back abruptly. The person who was hit by the hidden weapon behind the stone gate wailed and screamed repeatedly.
You Gutian smiled, embraced You Mengzhe with both hands, retreated lightly into the tomb, hit the mechanism with his elbow, there was a bang, the door of the tomb closed, and then the secret stone door slowly opened, revealing an angry Zhang Yuanshan.
The comatose You Mengzhe was held in You Gutian's arms. It is not known what happened, You Gutian opened another mechanism, and the second secret door was opened in the tomb. It was the steps leading to the top of the mountain. Go up, go back to the outside of the Mausoleum, there are already two maids waiting there.
You Gutian ordered: "You stay here and guard well."
"I would like to follow the orders of the leader." The servant girl Fu Yifu accepted the order.
You Gutian carried You Mengzhe back to Qinghua Hall, put him on the chair in the center, touched his face, and began to undress him.
"Master!" Someone rushed in from outside and said in a panic: "This time there are too many righteous bastards! Brothers are about to lose it! Zhao Feihong's martial arts has become so much better for some reason! Please, Master, fight!"
You Gutian said casually: "Stay for a while, I will fight him in person later, and send a few more servant girls."
Outside the Qinghua Hall, Zhao Feihong finally appeared and rushed all the way up the mountainside. Wherever the Wujin stick swept, the members of the Demon Cult retreated in fear.
Zhao Feihong said loudly: "You Gutian! The sixteen-year agreement has come! Come out and lead the death!"
You Gutian just took off You Mengzhe's clothes, when he heard Zhao Feihong's voice resounding through the mountains, he had to get up and cover You Mengzhe with his robe, then turned and left the hall.
At dusk, when the sun was setting, the mountains and plains were covered with red light, and a ray of sunset light cast from the west, stretching You Gutian's figure and casting it on the brick floor outside Qinghua Hall.
The martial arts decent faction headed by Zhao Feihong has broken through the defense line on the mountainside and reached the top of the mountain, but there is still a thousand steps away from Qinghua Hall. You Gutian's sleeves fluttered, and his black gauze fluttered in the wind. Standing in front of the hall, he looked like a king who ruled the world.
Holding sticks in both hands, Zhao Feihong looked up at You Gutian on the 108th step.
On the school field outside the hall, the members of the Devil's Cult began to gather, and seven to forty-nine members of the group formed a huge sword formation, blocking Zhao Feihong's footsteps.
"Zhao Feihong..." You Gutian's voice came from afar.
Zhao Feihong said: "Come out if you have the guts to fulfill the bet you and I made back then! Hand over Qing'er's urn and let me bring it back..."
You Gutian's voice sounded again, interrupting Zhao Feihong's words. Behind the martial arts leader, two thousand quacks listened with bated breath.
You Gutian: "Your son..."
Zhao Feihong frowned and said, "What?"
You Gutian: "My son... Qinger..."
Zhao Feihong said: "What?! Make it louder!"
You Gutian: "Good son... Jie Jie Jie Jie!"
That burst of crazy laughter made Zhao Feihong's hand holding the stick tremble slightly, You Gutian stopped talking, turned and entered the hall.
"Leader?" said the follower behind him.
"Master!" Someone shouted.
Zhao Feihong woke up in an instant, and said, "Who wants to break the formation with me!"
At the same time, the Demon Tomb of the Back Mountain.
"Kill—" Another team led by Zhang Yuanshan finally rushed out of the Mausoleum.
"Take my palm!" The two maids guarding outside the Demon Mausoleum shouted in unison, and at the same time, they slapped the man with the head on the chest. There was a triumphant smile on the man's face, and he was caught in a trick, laughing. He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.
A young servant took a rake from the side and pushed the fallen man aside, while the two maids made great strides and were ready to go.
"Come on—" Someone came out again.
Maids: "Eat my palm!"
Another person fell down, and the boy pushed it away with a rake to clear the place.
As they went out and took pictures, a mountain of meat piled up beside the entrance of the Demon Mausoleum not long after, and the maids were waiting for the next wave of martial arts decent to break out of the secret path, when a voice suddenly rang out: "Slap me!"
As the figure passed by, he slapped the servant girl on the chest, and the servant girl immediately chased after him. The figure was so fast that he could hardly see him, and after a while, he circled back and slapped another servant girl on the buttocks. The two servant girls screamed loudly, and the young servant chased after them with a rake in their hands, causing chaos outside the Mausoleum.
"Help! Go back and ask for help!"
"Everyone, go out!" The demon mausoleum roared loudly: "Bring it all together!"
Immediately, all kinds of upright martial arts people, old and young, raised their weapons high and killed them from the mausoleum!
The servant girl screamed loudly and ran back and forth, but she couldn't catch the erratic figure. After a while, the gray shadow turned over, jumped up the Qinghua Hall, and fled over the eaves and walls.
Inside Qinghua Hall:
You Mengzhe opened his eyes secretly, and saw You Gutian striding into the hall with a smile on his lips, unbuttoning his robe, revealing his fair chest and muscular abs, staring at his naked self.
You Mengzhe kept his head tilted and pretended to be unconscious. At this time, the sun and the moon were already shining outside, the bloody setting sun had not yet set, and a full moon in the eastern sky was slowly rising.
The fighting outside was loud, You Gutian quietly looked at You Mengzhe for a long time, separated his legs, and stabbed him in.
You Mengzhe shouted frantically, "Father!"
You Gutian smiled lightly and said: "Today is the last day, please cooperate, I will let you go after training."
You Mengzhe only felt a cold air invade his heart, and with You Gutian's repeated thrusts, his whole body was shivering from the cold, his pupils shrank slowly, his upper and lower teeth chattered, and said, "Father, do you want to... Kill me, I will die..."
You Gutian said regretfully: "Yes, father is really reluctant to part with it. From now on, no one will run to Qinghua Palace and call out to father."
You Mengzhe couldn't struggle after being tapped on the acupuncture points, his pupils slowly dilated, looking at the ceiling of Qinghua Hall, You Gutian thrust deeply, You Mengzhe groaned, he felt the mysterious cold true energy covering his meridians like a wave, the ebb tide All the true energy in his body was swept away.
You Gutian slowly pulled it out and then pressed it deeply again. You Mengzhe convulsed unnaturally, his fingers flexed, and his consciousness fell into a blurred state. Scenes of his life flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern.
"Father!" The little You Mengzhe ran into Qinghua Hall and asked, "What are you doing?"
You Gutian looked up at him from behind the desk, put away the book, and asked, "Have you practiced?"
You Mengzhe nodded and said, "The flowers are blooming outside."
"Yeah." You Gutian replied lightly: "The peach blossoms are blooming, go and see for yourself, it's very beautiful."
You Mengzhe turned around and walked away lonely.
In the side hall, when the father and son had dinner:
"Meng Zhe." You Gutian glanced at his son.
Six-year-old You Mengzhe stirred the soup with chopsticks, You Gutian frowned and said, "Stop playing, eat quickly, and go rest after eating."
Xiaoyou Mengzhe had tears in his eyes, You Gutian looked at him for a while, not knowing why he was crying, so he got up and left after eating hastily.
at night:
"Master, the young master misses his mother and cried all night in the room." Zuo Hufa said.
You Gutian said lightly: "Let him go, the crying will stop when he is tired."
Guardian Zuo nodded, very sad.
In the middle of the night, You Gutian's figure was reflected on the pane, and when he glanced in, You Mengzhe was already asleep.
You Mengzhe's eyes were distracted, and his whole body was cold.
You Gutian stopped moving, leaned down, and kissed his lips.
The lips and tongues intertwined in that kiss, and the zhenqi in the two people's bodies were reconnected with the kiss, and the pain and loss that had been emptied were replaced by the zhenqi that was filled in the moment.
You Mengzhe regained his sanity, and You Gutian looked at him quietly, no longer twitching.
You Mengzhe swallowed his saliva, You Gutian said: "Meng Zhe, actually you..."
"Beast! Eat my palm!" Sun Bin's voice sounded, You Gutian raised his knees, and he palmed back with his right hand. Sun Bin fell from a height and pressed his palms down. Reaching Sun Bin's two palms, there was a loud bang, Sun Bin turned somersault in mid-air, fell five steps away, and then spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Help me!" You Mengzhe hurriedly shouted, "Sun Bin!"
"You're not a fucking good thing!" Sun Bin cursed angrily, "Your family..."
You Gutian wraps his robes, pulls up his belt, and draws out the long sword on the rack. In an instant, You Mengzhe feels a burst of fear, and You Gutian is moved to kill!
"Run!" You Mengzhe roared, "Leave me alone!"
Before Sun Bin could react, You Gutian had arrived in front of him like snow and sword light. You Mengzhe was quick to wit, yelled and tilted his head, pretending to be dead.
You Gutian was distracted by such a shout, and thought that Sun Bin had another accomplice. When he turned his head in a blink of an eye, Sun Bin had already withdrawn and retreated. Broken belly, knowing that fighting with this guy would only result in being killed, so he had to run away immediately, and when he summoned Xingyun's true energy, he still didn't forget to shout: "You wait for me!"
You Gutian stopped talking, and chased after him with his sword, and entered the back of the palace.
In the empty hall, You Mengzhe was tied to a chair, his whole body was naked, his feet were spread wide, and he shouted towards the outside of the hall, "Help—"
at the same time:
In front of the Demon Mausoleum in the back mountain, reinforcements from the Demon Cult arrived. Six members of the Devil's Cult and thousands of martial arts Zhengdao launched a fierce battle in the back mountain!
The left and right protectors roared, the left protector used two copper hammers, and the right protector used a chain meteor hammer, and swung the iron ball weighing hundreds of catties with a whistling sound. Seriously, there were wounded and wounded everywhere, and when the battle was heating up, Zhang Yuanshan finally rushed out from the mausoleum.
"Old brother! Kill him!" Zuo Hufa yelled angrily.
"Go!" The right protector agreed.
The left and right protectors ignored the people around them, swung the copper hammer and the chain, and bullied Zhang Yuanshan!
At that time, I saw Zhang Yuanshan's black robe swaying, leaping out of the magic mausoleum in one step, bowing to the ground, and rushing forward with another step, bending his left knee, dragging his right leg straight, posing a lunge, shaking his arms, and raising his palms, Hit the lower abdomen of the left and right protectors head-on!
"Wow-"
"what-"
The left and right protectors were in mid-air, and when they got hit by that palm, they spurted out a mouthful of old blood and flew backwards!
Zhang Yuanshan retracted his palms, stood up, and pulled out the judge's pen, the weapon at his waist, with his backhand. The pen whizzed and spun a few times between his fingers, overflowing with arrogance. , snatched back the injured left and right guardians, and retreated into the hall.
"Chasing?" someone asked.
Zhang Yuanshan spread his palms apart, indicating that everyone should not rush forward to avoid an ambush, and suggested that the soldiers divide into two groups and go around to the front hall to meet Zhao Feihong.
at the same time:
Single-handedly, Zhao Feihong entered the sword array formed by seventy-nine forty-nine maidservants with strong martial arts skills. Behind him, allies rushed forward, and a great battle unfolded amidst the flying blood and the setting sun.
This was a cruel battle, every step forward, someone fell down, those who entered the battle either fell at the maid's feet, or hugged the maid, falling powerlessly into a pool of blood.
"Anniang!" Someone recognized a maid.
The servant girl shouted excitedly: "Brother Bai!"
The maid abandoned her sword and embraced the man.
"Xiaohong!" Someone shouted again in a crying voice.
"Who are you?!" A servant girl withdrew her sword blankly.
The man cried loudly, "I am your cousin!"
The servant girl was stunned for a moment, and was beaten with blood spurting by the palm of the person who rushed up from the side, and fell horizontally. The cousin roared: "I will fight with you!"
The scene was chaotic, and after a while, someone shouted: "The female disciple of Wanhuamen has betrayed!"
Zhao Feihong saw that the general situation of the Demon Cult was over, he finally swiped two sticks, and swept away the two people who blocked the way, regardless of enemy or friend.
The battlefield behind them was in full swing, and the hall was deadly quiet.
You Gutian lazily said: "Fan Jianghai Zhao Feihong."
Zhao Feihong said in a deep voice: "Zhan Xinghe You Gutian."
The light was dim, and Zhao Feihong walked into the center of the Qinghua Hall with a stick in his hand. The Qinghua Goddess looked at the three people in the hall with compassion.
You Gutian threw a robe, covered You Mengzhe, and pressed his shoulder casually.
You Mengzhe squinted his eyes to peek, Zhao Feihong's feet were slightly parted, his right hand was holding a stick behind his back, his left palm was pushed forward, and he whispered: "Let him go."
You Gu calmly withdrew his palm and pressed it on the hilt of his waist: "You finally got your wish and broke into the Qinghua Palace. However, it seems that you and your brother's martial arts have not improved much in these years. "
Zhao Feihong said: "Being able to defeat you is enough."
You Mengzhe thought to fight quickly, what are you talking about, let me go after the fight.
You Gutian smiled and said: "It was only by relying on my son's Zhuanyang Zhenjue, and practicing it several times, that he was able to attack Qinghua Palace. I really think highly of you."
Zhao Feihong narrowed his eyes slightly, and said coldly: "You raised Qing'er's flesh and blood just to practice this evil kung fu with moral depravity, it's really unacceptable."
You Mengzhe, hurry up and finish talking! What about Sun Bin? If he ran away, he shouldn't be caught up. Where's that dumb Zhang Yuanshan? Most likely coming soon.
You Gutian smiled charmingly and said, "I am morally corrupt? Zhao Feihong, there is something I want to tell you, do you want to hear it?"
You Mengzhe thought to himself: It is very dangerous to say so much before the start of the war. The villains in the past and present are often defeated not because of their own strength, but most of them died because the opening remarks were too long-winded.
Zhao Feihong said: "I would like to hear the details."
You Mengzhe was about to growl that there is no end! But You Gutian smiled and said slowly: "Meng Zhe is not my own."
Zhao Feihong tremblingly said: "What?!"
You Mengzhe:! ! !
The astonishment immediately overwhelmed his rationality, Zhao Feihong said: "It wasn't born by you?! Qinger wasn't... who is Meng Zhe's father?!"
You Gutian laughed and said, "Qing'er was pregnant with Meng Zhe before she went to Yuheng Mountain, and her birthday was written in a letter. Tell me, who is his father?"
Zhao Feihong said: "Meng Zhe is... yes... he is mine..."
next moment.
You Gutian drew his sword.
The sound of Qingyue gold and iron colliding sounded continuously, Zhao Feihong held the stick, You Gutian leaned over, and the magic blood sword and Wujin stick hit sparks.
The setting sun poured in from the window, and the shadows of the two fighting each other were cast on the ground.
Immediately after a long bang, the Demon Blood Sword dragged back, Zhao Feihong pulled out the stick and let go, the stick swept away like a dragon, and You Gutian quickly backed away after missing a blow!
The two only exchanged one move and then separated, facing each other from afar.
Zhao Feihong's mind was in a mess, and the hand holding the stick trembled uncontrollably.
You Gutian smiled and said: "Do you think he looks like me? Zhao Feihong, it doesn't matter if your own son was raped by the enemy, but you also fucked your own son. How does it feel?"
Zhao Feihong was extremely angry for a moment, and there was great anger in his eyebrows and eyes. You Gutian curled his mouth and teased: "If people in the Jianghu know, their martial arts leader is a morally bankrupt, beast that is not as good as pigs and dogs. How to think about it?"
Zhao Feihong was furious and said, "You, Gu, God!"
Zhao Feihong finally couldn't bear it anymore, You Gutian's aggressive technique worked, and he swung his sword gracefully. Zhao Feihong's roar was filled with uncontrollable grief and pain. All-out desperate moves! The meaning of harmony in the sixty-four style Tenglong stick technique is gone, replaced by crazy tiger-like deadly moves, as if every move will kill You Gutian under the stick!
You Gutian flicked left and right, jumped onto the statue of Qinghua Goddess, Zhao Feihong shouted loudly, leaped as hard as he could in the palm of the Goddess, swung his stick in mid-air, and with a loud bang, the head of the statue weighing hundreds of kilograms flew straight out , fell to the ground shockingly!
You Gutian fought back with a sword, walked while fighting, retreated as soon as it stuck, dragged Zhao Feihong around the hall, and still did not forget to say: "The day Qing'er gave birth to Meng Zhe, the bleeding was unstoppable, and she was dying. Do you know whose name she called?"
Zhao Feihong's pupils contracted uncontrollably.
"It's you, Zhao Feihong!" You Gutian took advantage of the moment Zhao Feihong was distracted, and returned a thunderous sword!
You Mengzhe was in extreme shock, he even forgot to watch the two fight again, is Zhao Feihong his father? ! The unspeakable melancholy and the joy of regaining the lost came to my heart in an instant.
The corner of You Gutian's mouth curled up slightly, and the sword was flying away like lightning. At the moment of the moment, a black shadow appeared from Zhao Feihong's side, holding the scabbard in his right hand to meet the Demon Blood Sword, holding the sword edge with his left hand horizontally. Pat to You Gutian's wrist!
Zhang Yuanshan finally arrived! You Gutian secretly thought that something was wrong, he flipped the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and met Zhang Yuanshan with his left palm, knocking him half a step back, and pulled back with his strength, but Zhang Yuanshan successfully took away the Demon Blood Sword.
You Mengzhe secretly shouted in his heart: help... help...
You Gutian retreated in front of the goddess statue, hooked his fingers with both hands, and clasped You Mengzhe's throat, Zhang Yuanshan immediately stopped.
You Gutian sneered, and said, "Two against one again? How shameless?"
Zhao Feihong said in a deep voice, "Just kill him."
Zhang Yuanshan's expression changed immediately, and Zhao Feihong roared angrily: "You killed him! You made such a big mistake! The only one is dead! You Gutian! Today, I, Zhao Feihong, will die with you!"
Zhao Feihong's long stick was in front of him in an instant, You Gutian did not expect the stimulation to be too much, and Zhao Feihong gave up his life. At that moment, for some reason, he couldn't kill You Mengzhe, and when he was about to pull back, Zhao Feihong was about to beat You Gutian and You Mengzhe to death with one stick!
Just when You Mengzhe almost opened his eyes, Zhang Yuanshan came faster, with a thought, he came to the front, held the magic blood sword in his hand, and blocked Zhao Feihong's gesture with the sword and sheath. In the muffled sound, Zhang Yuanshan's tiger's mouth cracked and bled, Zhao Feihong sank In a flash of clarity, he hurriedly moved the Wujin stick to the side, and the force exploded. You Gutian was stimulated by the stick's energy, and spewed blood, escaping to death.
Zhang Yuanshan stopped the move and immediately withdrew his sword, You Gutian laughed strangely, disappeared behind the goddess statue and fled.
A group of martial arts people shouted slogans of looting treasures and sharing the spoils and scattered into the apse. The members of the Demon Cult hid in the Demon Mausoleum one after another, left and right behind the Dharma Guardian Hall, and fled to the secret road down the mountain.
There was a dead silence in the hall.
"Yuan Shan, did you hear that?" Zhao Feihong said.
Zhang Yuanshan raised his eyebrows in confusion, Zhao Feihong said in a deep voice, "Meng Zhe was not born to You Gutian, he is Qing'er and I's child."
Zhang Yuanshan was silent for a while, frowned slightly, then without any expression, bowed to untie the rope that bound You Mengzhe, and stretched out his fingers to feel his pulse.
Zhao Feihong said: "How is he?"
Zhang Yuanshan waved his hands to indicate that it's okay, Zhao Feihong sighed, with unspeakable sadness in his sigh, he bowed and hugged You Mengzhe.
You Mengzhe didn't know what to say, so he simply continued to pretend to be unconscious.
Zhao Feihong said: "I leave the follow-up to you."
Zhang Yuanshan stretched out his hand and touched You Mengzhe's forehead. He was kind and gentle, and went to arrange for others.
Zhao Feihong hugged You Mengzhe, and stood in the hall for a long time. You Mengzhe's neck was a little itchy, but he was pretending to be unconscious and didn't dare to scratch it. When he was thinking about how to "wake up", Zhao Feihong had already carried himself out of the hall.
You Mengzhe was startled, he probably carried him to jump off the cliff.
Suddenly Zhao Feihong stopped again, and Zhang Yuanshan stood at the door.
Zhao Feihong said: "I'll take him back to Tingzhou."
Zhang Yuanshan frowned, as if he had an indescribable thought, he shook his head slowly, and made a gesture, which You Mengzhe saw through his eyelids, meaning: Give him to me.
Zhao Feihong said: "What?"
Zhang Yuanshan hesitated for a moment, then pointed at You Mengzhe, as if making an extremely difficult decision.
Zhao Feihong said: "The matter here is over, if you have nothing to do, you can come and visit."
Zhang Yuanshan wanted to speak dumb with one hand, but in the end he didn't say anything. He waved his hand. Zhao Feihong walked around him, took a deep breath, and walked down the mountain in the sunset. Only Zhang Yuanshan's back stood in Qinghua for a long time. In front of the hall, he didn't turn around.