Zongwu: Our Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 115
"impossible."

Long Peng raised his eyebrows and said coldly, "The leader has no enmity with the people in this town, why kill them?"

"Besides... the leader also encountered an ambush that night, how could he still have time to come to Tuzhen?"

"Elder Du, are you really sure that everyone in this town died at the hands of the leader?"

"This... I'm not sure, it's just that the techniques are similar. These people were all pierced by silver needles, so they died."

Long Peng's eyes were rippling, and he said slowly, "Although the leader uses silver needles, which seems to be a hidden weapon technique, but it is actually a sword technique at the bottom, it's just that it is difficult for ordinary people to see."

Du Rufeng said in surprise, "So, someone deliberately wanted to frame the leader!"

"I'm afraid it's not just about framing the leader, but also wanting to detain the god religion as a shit bowl of Tuzhen."

Long Peng sighed, "If my guess is right, it won't be long before this matter will be spread in the rivers and lakes, people will echo what they say, and by then, the fake will become true."

"What's the big deal? Let them pass it on, just to promote the reputation of my god religion."

Long Peng was stunned for a moment, and looked at Du Rufeng with an idiot look, "Elder Du, have you ever thought about what to do if those martial arts decent factions form an alliance and come to attack Heimuya because of this?"

"With the current situation of God's religion, can it really resist it?"

Du Rufeng suddenly realized, and said anxiously, "Then what should we do now?"

"The most urgent task now is to find the leader..."

"I know this, what else?"

"Ugh……"

Long Peng sighed, closed his eyes and meditated for a long time, then said slowly, "If we can't find the leader by tomorrow, we will go back to Heimuya first.

Then you send someone to bring a lot of money to Tianji Pavilion, and ask contemporary Tianjizi to figure out the current whereabouts of the leader.

Afterwards, they paid the Jianghu newspaper to detain the Mongols for what happened in the town here.

In the end, an order was given to all the banners of the Divine Cult, asking them to take half of their staff to come to Heimuya.
As for the others, let me think about it again, I will make arrangements when I return to Heimuya..."

"it is good!"

Du Rufeng breathed a sigh of relief, thinking of Long Peng's state during the day, he couldn't help but worry, "Mr. Long, are you really in good health?"

A cold light flashed in Long Peng's eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "Elder Du, don't worry, Long's fate is very hard, he won't die."

"I'm tired, so I won't send it away."

Du Rufeng was stunned for a moment, regained his senses, and heaved a long sigh. Just as he was about to get off the carriage, he heard shouts from outside.

"Long Peng, I heard that you were ambushed and injured, are you dead?"

Du Rufeng lifted the curtain of the car, stared at the black-clothed ghost-faced young man outside the carriage, and said angrily, "Who is being presumptuous here!"

"Old guy, you don't have much ability, but you are quite angry."

When Du Rufeng heard the words, he became angry again, but he heard Long Peng say, "Elder Du, one of your own, let him in?"

Du Rufeng was taken aback for a moment, and then saw the word "Keqing" engraved on the young man's waist, and immediately reacted.

"It turned out to be Yan Keqing, the old man is being polite, I offended you a lot just now, please forgive me."

Yan Shisan ignored him and entered the carriage with two jars of wine on his back. As soon as he entered, he smelled a strong smell of blood.

"Hey... You seem to be seriously injured? When are you going to order the coffin?"

"roll!"

Long Peng laughed and cursed, and felt much more relaxed, "Why are you here?"

"Eastern Invincible asked me to come."

"Have you met the leader?"

Yan Shisan nodded, put down the two jars of wine, then slapped his nose, opened the car curtain, and threw all the bloody things out.

"What's the smell of your place? You're not afraid of suffocation. Also, why are you wearing this broken mask again?"

Long Peng smiled and removed the mask, revealing a pale face.

"Your face is so ugly, it seems that you will not live long, it seems that I will have company in the future."

"Speak the truth!"

"It's boring."

Yan Shisan shook his head, and slapped the wine seal, "In the early morning, when I arrived, I saw Dongfang Bubai being besieged by people. One against five, it's very impressive."

"One against five? Are those people?"

"Two people from the dark river, an old Taoist priest with a white beard, a monk with a big beard, and the last one..."

The corners of Yan Shisan's lips curled into a smile, and he drank and blown the air, "You know me well, and so do I."

Long Peng was slightly taken aback, and thought for a while, "Is it... the Wheel-Turning King?"

"That's right, you are indeed my Yan Shisan's friend."

Yan Shisan smiled and patted Long Peng's shoulder, raised his eyebrows and said, "Why don't you drink? You're hurt, so you dare not drink?"

"joke."

Long Peng sneered, opened the wine seal, and coughed violently after taking two sips, "This wine... cough cough... why is it so strong, like fire, really not as good as Spring Breeze."

"Spirited wine is only for men to drink. The spring breeze is so sweet that only women like to drink it? What's there to drink?"

"I just like sweets, can't I?"

Long Peng rolled his eyes, took out a wooden box from the cabinet next to him, took out a piece of caramel and threw it into his mouth, the sweetness in his mouth blossomed, as if the pain in his body was relieved a lot.

"Long Peng, are you in your twenties? Why do you still love sweets like a child?"

"What do you know?"

Long Peng ate another piece of caramel, and said vaguely, "When I was young, my master said that eating sweets can make people happy."

"Would you like a piece too? I also have hawthorn with icing sugar. It's sweet and sour, and it's not bad."

"Really? Your master is not fooling you because of your young age?"

"I like to eat or not."

Yan Shisan looked disbelieving, took a piece of caramel from the small wooden box, and swallowed it.

And then... the teeth were stuck.

"Hahaha……"

Long Peng laughed loudly, "How about it, is it sweet or not?"

Yan Shisan gritted her teeth and said, "Sweet."

"Then another piece?"

Yan Shisan wanted to refuse at first, but for some reason, he still accepted it, "Don't tell me, although this thing sticks to my teeth, it does make me feel better, not bad."

"That is, my master will not lie."

Yan Shisan smiled and asked, "I don't know who your master is. He must be a strange person who can teach you such a genius. I will visit someday when I have time."

Long Peng was stunned for a moment, his eyes trembled slightly, he grabbed the wine jar, and swung his head up.

After the spicy wine entered his stomach, Long Peng's cheeks flushed, he coughed twice, coughing up some black blood, he wiped his sleeves, and said in a deep voice, "My master is dead."

Yan Shisan was stunned for a moment, then remained silent for a while, then suddenly smiled, "Look, you are blushing like a monkey's butt, it really is because you can't hold alcohol."

Long Peng held his forehead speechlessly, restrained his emotions, and asked, "Stop talking, tell me, what happened afterwards?"

"later?"

Yan Shisan put the small wooden box containing caramel in Long Peng's hand, and said calmly, "Later, I stopped that white-bearded old Taoist priest and fought him, and when I came back, Dongfang Bubai and the others had disappeared. "

(End of this chapter)