Martial arts Dazhutian

Chapter 57
"Kou Qinghai! You eat everything from inside to outside!"

Ning Qingyu gritted his teeth and said with a ferocious face.

"how is this possible?"

"It's him?"

"It turned out to be this old thing!"

Several people couldn't believe it, even Chen Qingping and Tan Qingfang were surprised.

As soon as Qi Yun raised his hand, everyone immediately fell silent.

The look in his eyes was dim at this time, and it was a bit difficult to even raise his head, he took a breath, and continued:

"No, Qingyu, break through as soon as possible! Huashan must not have a peak, otherwise... there will be a catastrophe! Qingqingping is also the same."

I took a few more breaths.

"Ching Yang."

"The disciple is here."

Feng Qingyang knelt beside Qiyun, his voice choked up.

"From now on, communicate more with your classmates, don't. Don't be too arrogant, you are fine with everything, that's it"

The withered hand that wanted to touch Feng Qingyang's hair suddenly slipped, and his head drooped weakly.

"Master!"

"Uncle Master!"

"Master Uncle!"

Everyone knelt down one after another to see off the old man who had guarded Huashan all his life.

The lake was full of sorrow.

Huang Lin and Yue Buqun knelt at the end, they couldn't see everyone's expressions, but they could feel their sadness.

At this time, his eyes were filled with mist. Although this master uncle usually spoke quite rough, Huang Lin could feel his feelings for Huashan from the time when he first came to Huashan, and that year's inner sect competition.

Even at the end of his life, he insisted on confessing that it was all about Huashan, and Feng Qingyang didn't even finish a complete sentence.

What's more, Huang Lin also learned swordsmanship from Qiyunyi for a month.

It took a long time before Ning Qingyu's voice came.

"This matter cannot be made public, it can only be kept secret! Brother Feng, understand?"

"Why?!"

When Feng Qingyang heard the words, his kneeling body straightened instantly, and he turned his head to stare at Ning Qingyu, his eyes were red with tears, and his eyes seemed to be devouring.

"Sigh, I have lost my Abandoned Martial Uncle in Huashan, and I have lost my top combat power. If the Demon Sect finds out, what will my Junior Brother think?"

Ning Qingyu sighed and said softly.

He is also sad, but as the head of a faction, there are too many things to consider, and he knows Feng Qingyang's temperament, which is why he has never been considered to be the head of the next generation.

On the one hand, it is seniority. There has never been a precedent for the head of Huashan to be passed down from generation to generation.

On the other hand, his temperament is too simple, and he is only suitable for being a high-end combat power.

Thinking of this, he turned to look at Huang Lin.

Huang Lin was a little confused, thinking that Ning Qingyu wanted him to answer, so he said:
"Masters, my disciples feel that if the world knows about the death of the uncle who abandoned his master, I am afraid that Huashan will not be at peace, and the demon sect may attack on a large scale because of this. At that time, if Nie Kuang comes personally, Huashan may be unstoppable !"

As soon as Huang Lin opened his mouth, the people kneeling in front of him turned their heads and looked over with strange eyes.

On this occasion, no one else has spoken yet. Is it appropriate for you to speak?

Ning Qingyu saw everyone's awkward postures, got up and said:
"Get up, let's collect the uncle's body first."

Only then did Feng Qingyang speak:
"So, let's follow the arrangement of the senior brother in charge! But, I will kill Kou Qinghai with my own hands!"

"Wait for me to arrange, first set up the mourning hall."

Without calling anyone else, a group of eight people set up the mourning hall by themselves, offering incense and kowtow one by one.

Seeing how shabby the master's funeral, Feng Qingyang couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Junior Brother Feng, sorry! We all came too late, and there are still some things I need to tell you."

Ning Qingyu spoke, breaking the silence.

Feng Qingyang endured the grief, calmed down, and then said:
"At that time, I was practicing swords in the back mountain, and I faintly heard movement in the valley. When I came back, I saw the master fighting with that person. That person attacked more and defended less. It was a way of trading wounds for wounds."

"I wanted to scream to warn, but Master stopped me."

"When that man saw me coming, he didn't care about his life at all. He hit Master's sword critically, but he also slapped Master's chest."

"I wanted to arrest that man for questioning, but when we got to the lake, he was already dead."

"Later, I obeyed my master's orders and sneaked into the Yunv Peak to find you."

A passage was spoken intermittently and choked up several times.

"Oh, uncle, I'm afraid it's because of my plan!"

When everyone heard Ning Qingyu's words, they all looked at him.

Ning Qingyu explained:

"Last winter, Bulin came back to the mountain with a message that I have a death room arranged by Shaolin in Huashan!"

"Shaolin?!"

"It's actually Shaolin?!" The voice was particularly loud.

Ruan Qingshou, Tan Qingfang and Yue Buqun who didn't know the news spoke in unison.

Xiong Qingshi took a beat slower, his voice loud and clear.

Feng Qingyang didn't speak, but his red eyes were extremely fierce.

Ning Qingyu glanced at Xiong Qingshi and continued:

"Afterwards, I discussed with my uncle and pretended to unintentionally disclose some important news to several suspected elders."

"Among them, what Kou Qinghai knows is that my uncle's health has improved! But I never expected it."

For a while, the atmosphere was a little low again.

"Old Xiong, I know that this kid Huang Bulin has broken through to the first class, and he is also the brother who is testing it?!"

Xiong Qingshi's voice came out.

After hearing this, those who didn't know looked at Huang Lin one after another.

And Ruan Qingshou glanced at Xiong Qingshi with some doubts, then turned to Ning Qingyu.

He also knows this news!
Ning Qingyu glanced at Xiong Qingshi: You play too much!
"Anyone who can be an elder is the top of Huashan Mountain. Ning can only come up with such a bad plan. Please forgive me if I offend you!"

After a pause, he continued:

"At this moment, the matter of my uncle's death is still being kept secret. I would like to hold a meeting of elders in the Sword Qi Chongxiao Hall to resolve the matter of death. What do the two great elders think?"

During the conversation, a majesty naturally emanated.

"Master's order!"

Ruan Qingshou and Tan Qingfang solemnly clasped their fists and bowed slightly.

"Junior Brother Feng, are you here to guard the spirit or..."

"I'll go there too, and I'll bring the head of the man who was eating inside and outside to pay homage to the master! Then I will observe mourning for three years, and then I will kiss Shaolin!"

Feng Qingyang interrupted Ning Qingyu.

"Well, then Buqun will stay here to watch the spirit! Bulin, you follow, it's time to announce."

After Ning Qingyu arranged everything, he planned to do it.

"Master, this is?"

Those who didn't know anything looked at Huang Lin in surprise, and it was Ruan Qingshou who asked the question.

"Oh, I forgot to mention that Bulin is already the next generation of Huashan in charge. Please help me a lot. There are also some things that need to be dealt with, and I will pass them on to everyone."

Everyone stopped talking, and after bowing to Qi Yun, they filed out, leaving only Yue Buqun here to guard the spirit.

Jade Girl Peak. Hall of Sword Qi Rising to the Sky

After the bell rang seven times, two sect elders entered one after another.

"The bell rings seven times, which means that a meeting of elders is held, or that important guests from the sect are visiting."

Chen Qingping stayed in the cubicle with Feng Qingyang and Huang Lin, knowing that they didn't understand, so he explained.

Seeing that Feng Qingyang's hand holding the sword turned white, Huang Lin obviously didn't want to listen to it.

In the front hall, Ruan Qingshou and Tan Qingfang each exchanged glances with the few people coming from behind. After getting the desired information, the two looked at each other again, and then closed their eyes indifferently, as usual.

That Kou Qinghai had a friendly face, chatting and laughing with others, entered the hall, went straight to the right to the chair he usually sat on, scanned around before slowly sitting down.

"Old man, why did you come so late? Was your mother-in-law dragged you back?"

Xiong Qingshi sitting in front of him had a loud voice, and everyone in the room burst into laughter, even the elders of the Sword Sect sitting opposite him were no exception.

Kou Qinghai's fear of his wife is not a secret among their senior management, but they usually save some face.

Only this old bear talked to everyone in the same way, and Kou Qinghai was often teased by him in the past.

I'm used to it, and retorted as usual:
"Okay, you old bear, you want to drag your disciples out to compete again, right?"

"Haha, I'm not afraid of you now. Tang Bushao can kill Song Wushao. Let's call someone up after a while. How about two bottles of Peiyuan Pill?"

Xiong Qingshi laughed loudly, as if he wanted to avenge his past.

"Come here if you have the ability to compete with my eldest disciple Changbu!"

Kou Qinghai pouted.

Xiong Qingshi was about to say something, but when he saw Ning Qingyu coming out, he sat up straight.

"I called everyone here this time to tell you something."

Ning Qingyu glanced left and right, having collected enough information, and continued:

"This seat wants to be the successor of Huashan Mountain. There are already candidates. What's your opinion?"

"what?"

"So early?"

"Sect Leader, please think twice, it's still early!"

"Is it my apprentice Tang Bushao?"

Among all the voices, Xiong Qingshi's was the loudest.

"I don't know who is the leader?"

Kou Qinghai asked only after his voice faded.

"Huang Bulin, now, started in March of the sixth year of Chenghua, worshiped Chen Qingping as his teacher in October, and won the championship in the tenth year of Chenghua."

Ning Qingyu slowly described Huang Lin's experience, paying attention to everyone's expressions.

I didn't find anything abnormal, and I didn't know whether to be lucky or regretful.

Kou Qinghai opened his mouth, seeming to have doubts, but in the end he didn't say anything, and sat down again.

The other people who didn't know saw that their great elder didn't speak, so they didn't make any more noise.

A trace of disappointment flashed in Ning Qingyu's eyes, and he continued:

"Since there is no objection, it's settled like this. I hope you will help me a lot in the future!"

"Master's order!"

Everyone stood up and clasped their fists to answer, then sat down again.

"One more thing. Xiong Qingshi!"

Ning Qingyu suddenly shouted loudly.

"Come here you!"

When Xiong Qingshi received the signal, he grabbed it with his backhand, and his big fan-like hand immediately grabbed Kou Qinghai's forehead, and he paused.

Tan Qinghai, who was seated above him, had already got up when he heard the signal, and he tapped Kou Qinghai several times the moment he landed. (Chapter [-])

The unconscious Kou Qinghai still had a surprised expression on his face.

All the elders in the hall who didn't know about it were stunned immediately!
"Master. This. This."

"Master, what did Elder Kou do?"

"Master."

All the people who were relieved asked questions one after another.

"cough"

Ning Qingyu coughed lightly, the sound exploded in everyone's ears, and the hall was immediately quiet.

"It has been verified that Kou Qinghai murdered me as the successor of Huashan Mountain. It is not convenient to tell me the specific evidence. The two elders have agreed to this matter!"

As soon as everyone heard this, they knew that the charge was perfunctory, but the two elders had no objection. Obviously, the three of them had passed their breath, so they didn't ask any more questions, they just discussed in low voices.

Feng Qingyang in the cubicle, after Kou Qinghai was controlled, wanted to rush to the front hall, but was grabbed by Huang Lin.

"Master, no!"

"You want to stop me from taking revenge?"

After Qiyun's death, Feng Qingyang was completely out of shape, and all he could think about was revenge for his teacher.

"No, once you go out, I'm afraid you won't be able to hide the news of Master Uncle's death!"

After Huang Lin finished speaking briefly and quickly, Feng Qingyang calmed down his anger.

"Thank you nephew! Feng almost ruined the big event."

"Leader, the disciples of Kou Qinghai's family have all been controlled, and I will deal with it later!"

"What? Do you want to hurt your family?!"

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