"Song Chungui, you are now on a grand journey to immortality, with unlimited scenery, and you will soon be in charge of the world's number one sect. Do you still remember that you were just a cripple living on the streets without enough food?"
Song Chungui's face turned blue and pale.
"You have no father or mother, you are homeless, and you have a broken arm. Even the orphans who are also on the streets look down on you. You beg everywhere, compete with wild dogs for food, and pick up leftovers to satisfy your hunger. If it weren't for my father, you would be fine." Passing by, a moment of kindness rescued you, and brought you back to the Wuliang sect, taught you to read and write, taught you to cultivate the Tao and practice swords, you have long since died of starvation, sickness, and you will still be here today?"
Song Chungui took a deep breath, his eye circles were slightly red: "Brother is right, without Master, I would not be where I am today. I can never repay Master's life-saving grace and knowledge of life."
"Is this how you repay him?" Li Zhiqing said with a grim face, "Competing with his only son for the family fortune?!"
"Senior brother, how many times do you want me to say that I will never get involved in the Li family's business, but you can't take on the great responsibility of the Wuliang Sect."
Li Zhiqing sarcastically said: "Okay, what a good Song Chungui who knows how to repay you, but unfortunately, no matter how many excuses you make, everyone has a mirror in their hearts. Everything you have is given by my Li family. Now you want me to give you everything. It’s fine to give you the head of the Wuliang Sect, but you have to return the things that my Li family gave you.”
"what on earth do you want."
Li Zhiqing drew out his sword, pointed the blade at Song Chungui's dantian, and said coldly, "Give back your cultivation to my Li family."
There was a commotion around, this Li Zhiqing was too vicious, he actually wanted Song Chungui's golden pill
Song Chungui's body stood upright, so the ups and downs of his chest were particularly obvious. His face was tense, but several deep breaths had already revealed his anger.
"What's the matter, don't you want to repay my father's kindness to you? You have gained so much from my Li family. All I want is your cultivation. It's not too much. Besides, this is what my father meant."
Song Chungui's pupils contracted, he stared straight at Li Zhiqing, and clacked the hilt of his sword with one hand.
Finally someone from Song Chungui's faction couldn't stand it anymore: "Senior brother Li, do you know what you are talking about, you want Brother Song's golden pill? Don't tell me you want to be a pill-stealing magic cultivator like Master?!"
"Don't be disrespectful to Master." Song Chungui stopped softly.
"Senior Brother Song, he wants your golden core!"
"What's the point of respect?" Someone in the crowd sneered, "Li Buyu is a magic cultivator who steals alchemy. Does anyone else know? Why, he dares to do it, but others can't say it? Relying on Rendan to be reborn?"
"No, I'm just asking for something that belongs to my Li family. He Song Chungui is today because our Li family took pity on him and saved his life. Now he wants to rob my Li family's foundation. It's really not his opponent, but I want him to return his cultivation to my Li family!" Li Zhiqing seemed to be too lazy to pretend, although he denied it, there was no doubt about what he wanted to do.
There were constant criticisms from the crowd, and they lamented that the turmoil in the world of humans and ghosts has led to a decline in the world. The eldest son of the most dignified family of immortals actually wants to eat human pills. Since Li Buyu's reputation has become infamous, is he also broken fell
Xie Bian couldn't hide his disgusted expression: "As expected of father and son."
Fan Wuxi snorted coldly: "What's the use of his mouth, he's still no match for Song Chungui."
"Not necessarily. Song Chungui is a person who values love and righteousness. The more he is like this, the easier it is to be burdened by morality."
"Could he really hand over Dan for a few words?"
Xie Bian frowned, looking at Song Chungui's livid face, he was worried for a while.
Song Chungui lowered his eyes and remained silent. After a while, he raised his eyes to look at Li Zhiqing: "Brother, tell me, this is what Master meant."
"Yes. My father trained you all to help me in the future. It's good for you, the dove occupies the magpie's nest, and my father is the spirit of the sky. If I know what you have done today, how can I tolerate you?!"
Pain flashed in Song Chungui's eyes, and he said in a trembling voice: "Senior brother Meng, senior brother, they were all dug out to death, if... Master is still alive, will I follow in their footsteps?"
Li Zhiqing sternly said: "You dare to slander my father. My father ate Zong Minghe's pills for revenge. Zong Minghe deserved his crime. The death of Meng Kefei and the senior brother, I guess it has something to do with you, especially the senior brother. He is dead, and no one can compete with you."
Song Chungui seemed to turn a deaf ear to it, his eyes were empty, and he murmured: "Master raised me only for my pill?"
Xie Bian clenched his fists suddenly. Looking at the pain on Song Chungui's face, he seemed to see himself a hundred years ago, when he learned that his biological father wanted to dig his pill, the kind of desperate despair. He remembered that he once had the idea of giving Dan to Zong Minghe. It was definitely not out of filial piety, but he wanted to use this method to clean up with him and completely cut off the relationship between father and son.
He stood up unconsciously, leaning on the window lattice with both hands, looking at Song Chungui nervously. Suddenly, a big hand covered his hand and held it gently.
Fan Wuxi lowered his voice: "Brother, I know what you're thinking, Zong Minghe doesn't deserve your sorrow, it's all over, and now no one can touch your golden core."
"He really doesn't deserve my sorrow, but he is my father." Xie Bian said softly, "I practiced so diligently when I was young, but I just want to get his appreciation."
Fan Wuxi thought of the scenes he saw in his elder brother's memory, and felt distressed. His elder brother was so good, but was hurt repeatedly. If there was no Zong Minghe, there would never be so many misunderstandings between them. .
At this time, Song Chungui's state of mind was comparable to that of Zong Ziheng back then. In fact, all kinds of facts were already in front of him, but he didn't want to believe it. He had to wait until Li Zhiqing said it himself, and then he completely tore away the excuses he had made up.
"My father raised you so that you could assist me." Li Zhiqing snorted coldly, and approached Song Chungui step by step, "You betrayed your promise, occupied the magpie's nest, and talked about benevolence and morality, but you were actually disloyal and unfilial. If you really want to repay my father , give me back the cultivation that my Li family bestowed on you!"
"Senior brother Song, don't listen to his nonsense!" A disciple shouted, "Is our Wuliang sect still a decent sect, forcing people to dig pills?"
Li Zhiqing pointed at that person and cursed: "You are a dog who eats inside and out, you are favored by my Li family, but you support a foreign surname, it is not your turn to speak here."
"Li Zhiqing, you, you are crazy. You don't even think about whether you have the ability to be the head of the Wuliang sect, and you let my sect fall into meaningless internal fighting based on your own selfish desires. If virtue is not worthy, there will be disasters."
Li Zhiqing let out an evil laugh, and approached Song Chungui in a few steps. The distance between them was only a sword's distance: "How about it, junior brother, you have to take away the Wuliang faction of my Li family, and I want something from you. It's not too much to taste the pain."
Song Chungui looked at Li Zhiqing quietly, his pupils were dark and silent, with unspeakable emotions flowing, for a long time, he said: "Okay."
"Senior Brother Song!"
"Song Zhenren, absolutely not."
"Song Zhenren, don't be fooled by him!"
"I promise you, I will give you back the cultivation that my master gave me." Song Chungui seemed disheartened, and said calmly, "However, it's not now, the world of humans and ghosts has not yet returned to peace. Song Chungui can still do his best. I swear, after the Red Ghost King is eliminated, I will return my Golden Elixir and the head of the Wuliang Sect to senior brother, and I will live in seclusion in the mountains and fields, and will never come out of the rivers and lakes."
These words are extraordinary, no one doubts the authenticity of his oath, so it is even more embarrassing.
Li Zhiqing let out a series of low smiles: "Junior brother is really impressive, it's a pity, a pity, you can't wait for that day, because your pill, I want it right now."
A flash of surprise flashed in Song Chungui's eyes. Li Zhiqing reflected in those black eyes was sinister, charming, and dangerous. A huge spiritual pressure erupted on the spot without warning. He suddenly felt terrified and instinctively wanted to defend.
As a top swordsman in the world, his movements are not unpleasant, but he was too close to Li Zhiqing, and the accident happened too suddenly, he only felt a numbness in his abdomen, and then it was as if he had been cast a fixed spell, Hard to move.
Accompanied by exclamation and blood splattered out, he lowered his head and saw a rough ghost hand piercing his stomach, digging away the golden pill that he had cultivated all his life.
Xie Bian's eyes were shattered: "Jiang Qulian—"
"Li Zhiqing"'s body was instantly shattered into powder, it was just a puppet body, and the evil ghost king in red appeared in front of everyone again.
In Jiang Qulian's bloody ghost claws, he was holding the golden pill soaked in blood and flesh. He glanced at Song Chungui who was stunned, and smiled contemptuously: "Stupid."
Xie Bian and Fan Wuyi came out through the window at the same time and rushed towards the ring.
Jiang Qulian raised his head and glanced at the two of them. Without any surprise, he raised his foot and stomped on the arena fiercely. The whole arena fell apart, and the wooden boards, wooden frames, and curtains all shattered, revealing its body covered by the curtains. true colors.