Spring and Autumn Confucian Heroes

Chapter 392
The junior uncle of the Shanhai Gang is not that tall, his gray beard is also a bit messy, and his clothes are also a bit old, which can be regarded as slovenly.

Such an ordinary old man would not attract anyone's attention if he was seen in normal times.

But now, the old man has attracted everyone's attention.

The spear in Huan Chang's hand was raised in the air, and before it could land in time, when he saw the old man, his pupils couldn't help shrinking suddenly.

On this old man with white beard and hair, Huan Chang couldn't feel any fluctuations of true energy at all, and the other party seemed to be an ordinary person who didn't know any martial arts.

It's just that the sudden appearance of the old man and the long sigh showed that this man was not an ordinary person, but an unfathomable warrior.

With Huanchang's current strength, even those warriors who have entered the peak realm cannot hide it from his eyes.

Then there is only one possibility, the old man with white beard and hair in front of him is a real warrior beyond the realm of entering the house.

Huan Chang silently put away the spear, his muscles tensed up, his eyes fixed on the old man, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

Song Renjun behind Huanchang, and the [-] cavalry sent by the governor of Shanyang County also seemed to feel the dignified atmosphere, and they all became alert.

"Little Master Uncle!"

The exclamation of the disciples of the Shanhai Gang reached Huan Chang's ears, and Huan Chang's pupils suddenly contracted.

"It's him, it's him!"

Huan Chang's heart was beating violently, the solemn look in his eyes became more and more intense, and he also felt a retreat in his heart.

Although Huan Chang has not been in Shanyang County for a long time, he has long been aware of the top fighting strength of the Shanhai Gang.

In addition to the two strong men in the Shanhai Gang, this old man in front of him has the highest martial arts. To what extent, even the relevant departments in charge of intelligence in the Song Dynasty have not figured it out.

It's just that Huan Chang heard some time ago that the junior uncle of the Shanhai Gang led his masters and occupied the land to block the advance of the [-] Song army.

To this day, the [-] Song troops have not been able to cross the canyon, so they can only camp outside, but there is nothing they can do.

If only relying on the so-called masters of the Shanhai Gang, Huan Chang would not believe that the other party could stop the [-] troops of the Song State.

"I didn't expect to lose so quickly and so thoroughly."

The little martial uncle looked at the comatose leader of the Shanhai Gang and the few remaining disciples, and the sadness in his eyes became more and more intense.

Little Martial Uncle has a wild personality, although he is very old, sometimes he looks like a child, and he can get along very well with the disciples of the younger generation.

Among the remaining disciples of the Shanhai Gang in front of him, at least half of the junior uncles can name them, and he also feels familiar with the rest.

It can be said that even the suzerain of the Shanhai Gang couldn't be as familiar with his disciples as the little uncle.

"laugh!"

The little uncle walked slowly in front of the comatose Shanhai Gang patriarch, stretched out his finger and pointed at the opponent's head, and soft white light suddenly poured into the Shanhai Gang patriarch's body.

"Well……"

It didn't take long for the suzerain of the Shanhai Gang to wake up, with a dazed look in his eyes.

"Small, little uncle!"

The moment he saw the little uncle, the head of the Shanhai Gang couldn't help but rubbed his eyes, his face full of disbelief.

But soon, the suzerain of the Shanhai Gang came to his senses, and hurriedly shouted: "Please help my little uncle, save my Shanhai Gang!"

Seeing this, the rest of the disciples also knelt down on the ground and said loudly: "I also ask the little master uncle to take action and avenge the dead master, uncle, brother, and brother!"

In the eyes of many disciples, there is a strong hatred.

"Hey, when is it time to repay the grievances?"

"Our sect should have lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests, and only focused on exploring the ultimate martial arts, rather than competing with the princes for cities and territories."

"When the suzerain decided to form an army, I opposed it, but many people in the sect agreed, so I couldn't say anything."

"Without the ambition at the beginning, how could there be the disaster of today?"

Having said that, the little uncle sighed deeply.

The suzerain of the Shanhai Gang and many disciples were stunned when they heard the words.

They didn't expect that when the sect was facing the crisis of extinction, the little master uncle didn't think of killing the enemy with tyrannical martial arts and avenging the dead disciples of the same sect. Instead, he blamed the sect master for being too ambitious and causing trouble for the sect.

Huan Chang, who was concentrating on guard, also heard the words of the little martial uncle, and there was a look of admiration in his eyes.

Before Huan Chang ventured into the rivers and lakes, he only knew that the sect of Kyushu was the enemy of Shujian Pavilion.

Due to the past grievances between Shujiange and the sects of Kyushu, Huan Chang was somewhat prejudiced against the major sects.

But in the process of walking the rivers and lakes, Huan Chang met many friends, Luo Yun, Qingdeng, Zuo Qingcheng, Cheng Tianze, Ning Qingwu, and even Bu Jingyun from the famous sword villa.

These people are all amazingly talented and brilliant, and they all have their own unique personalities. Even Bu Jingyun, who is the enemy, Huan Chang has a good impression of this person.

These people are all disciples of the sect, except for Bu Jingyun, almost all of them are close friends of Huan Chang.

In the process of interacting with these people, Huan Chang sometimes felt confused, wondering whether he should talk to them or not.

It cannot be denied that these people gave Huan Chang a good impression.

As a result, Huan Chang's impression of Zongmen has changed a lot over a long period of time, but he still has a grudge.

But today, after hearing the words of Shan Hai Gang's junior uncle, Huan Chang suddenly woke up, knowing that there are no absolutes in the world.

Maybe some sects are domineering and domineering, occupying the territories of the princes and ceding land to stand on their own, but within these sects, there are also hermits who are really obsessed with martial arts and don't care about world affairs.

For the vassal states, those sects are undoubtedly a cancer, but for those warriors who are obsessed with cultivation, no matter what the sect is, it is always their homeland.

Different beliefs lead to constant conflict.

If a war breaks out between the vassal states and the sect, those warriors who concentrate on cultivation and don't care about world affairs will be involved in the battle even if they don't want to.

"People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves."

Huan Chang sighed in his heart, and suddenly thought that the Songshan faction was within the territory of Song State, and if Song State broke out with the Songshan faction in the future, he would not know how to deal with Zuo Qingcheng.

One side is his own country, which is something he must protect, while the other side is his life and death acquaintance.

"Maybe at that time, even if we don't want to go to the opposite side, we will fight to the death on the battlefield."

For some reason, when Huan Chang thought that one day he might go against Zuo Qingcheng, he suddenly felt a twinge in his heart.

To this day, he still remembers the scene on Samsara Island where the man who looked like an exiled immortal stood by his side without hesitation in the face of many powerful enemies.

"If there is such a day, how should I face it?"

Huan Chang felt melancholy.

(End of this chapter)