The breeze roars the rivers and lakes

Chaoyang Peak, the main peak of Huashan Mountain, is brightly lit at this time, just like daytime!

From time to time, a noisy and restless sound could be heard from inside, even accompanied by the sound of crying.

At this time, Li Jiulian was lying on the bed, and four or five doctors with gray beards were treating her. However, they all frowned and looked serious, looking not optimistic.

Li Jiulian's wife, Madam Gongsun, his beloved daughter Li Ziyan, Feng Jianping and several Huashan disciples were standing closest to the bed.Except Mrs. Gongsun who was asking the doctor, everyone else was crying.Li Ziyan's eyes were still filled with tears.

Feng Jianping's dark eyes like a bird of prey were already filled with tears.These tears were indeed real tears, but compared with Li Ziyan's pure tears, there were a few more elusive impurities.

Below are the heads, elders, and proud disciples of the various martial arts sects in the Central Plains. Although the expressions on their faces are similar, their hearts are very similar.Some were Li Jiulian's friends, grieving for him.Some of them had some grudges with Li Jiulian more or less, and they were busy secretly laughing in their hearts, saying something like God has eyes.

Of course, more people are wondering in their hearts.The new head, who had just been elected, died suddenly within three days. Is this just a coincidence?

In such a turbulent atmosphere, half an hour passed directly.The diagnoses of the four or five doctors have all been fully confirmed.The results he came up with were also the same: the fact that head Li had consumed a lot of qi, coupled with the fact that his mood fluctuated more violently in the past two days, caused his anger to attack his heart and caused sudden sudden death.

Lin Yu, who came in a hurry, glanced at Li Jiulian who was on the bed, and saw that his complexion was no different from that of a normal person, and he did not seem to have died of poisoning.Is it really as the doctor said?

When thinking of this, Lin Yu thought of the blood spirit that had appeared twice in a row, and quickly rejected this idea again.This must be someone from the Demon Sect of the Western Regions, who was playing tricks in the dark, but what kind of tricks did they use to make Li Jiulian, who was world-class in martial arts, suddenly die suddenly without anyone noticing?

Just as Lin Yu was thinking hard, Mrs. Gongsun, Li Jiulian's wife, suddenly stood up, glanced around with a serious expression, and said, "Heroes of the Jianghu, it's getting late now, you go back to rest first. , everything will be dealt with tomorrow morning!"

Hearing Mrs. Gongsun's words, the members of the various sects subconsciously glanced around, and some of them who had a feud with Li Jiulian said something hypocritically like a cat crying for a mouse If a person dies and cannot be resurrected, he will leave first.They couldn't bear it anymore, they wanted to find a place where no one was around, and go there secretly.

A friend who has some friendship with Li Jiulian wants to stay here to watch for him.However, Mrs. Gongsun politely rejected it.At this special moment, they couldn't say anything more, they simply said a few words of comfort, and then left one after another.

Seeing this scene, Lin Yu and Ximen Piaoxue looked at each other, without saying a word, they followed the flow of people and left here.

About half an hour later, except for a few scattered people who hadn't left yet, the others were all disciples of the Huashan Sword Sect main sect.

At this time Feng Jianping stood up, bowed respectfully to Mrs. Gongsun, and said: "Master, the old man has passed away, please take care of your health, Mistress."

Hearing Feng Jianping's words, the other Huashan disciples also knelt down in unison, and said respectfully, "Master, please don't be too sad, and take care of yourself."

Mrs. Gongsun glanced at Li Jiulian on the bed, her deep eyes were filled with tears, she waved her hand, and said, "You all go down first, let me stay alone with your master overnight."

Hearing this, Feng Jianping's lips twitched slightly, as if he wanted to say something.But after twitching twice, he stopped directly.Turning around and walking towards Li Ziyan, she said softly: "Little Junior Sister, don't be too sad, your body is important."

Li Ziyan was already crying so much that she couldn't say a word at all...

Mrs. Gongsun waved her hand and said: "Jianping, you go down first with all the brothers and sisters!"

Hearing this, Feng Jianping bowed respectfully again, and then walked out of the door one after another with other disciples of the same sect.The people in the rivers and lakes who had a deep relationship with Li Jiulian, seeing this scene, did not stop any longer, basically sighed a long time, and followed Huashan disciples out of the gate...

This night, too many people did not sleep.Basically, everyone is in their hearts, secretly thinking about all kinds of things that have happened or haven't happened yet...

Those flags that were originally full of festive atmosphere seemed to be infected by this atmosphere, whining in the wind, like thousands of ghosts crying.

Time just flowed away quietly from the fingers every minute and every second.Unknowingly, the east has turned white, and the morning sun is still shining on Mount Hua just like in the past.

When the sun climbed to the treetops, the festive flags were replaced by solemn white flags. The main peak of Mount Hua, Chaoyang Peak, was full of white flags.A black sandalwood coffin with the word "Dian" written on it was quickly placed in the center of the mourning hall. On the left and right stood five Huashan disciples dressed in filial piety, responsible for receiving all kinds of friends from the world who came to pay homage.

Three days later, Li Jiulian, the head of Huashan, was the most influential figure in the martial arts generation for two consecutive terms.Amidst the pain of his wife, daughter, disciples, relatives and friends, he fell into the loess.

However, on the day Li Jiulian was buried, Zhou Wusun, the head of the Hengshan Sword Sect, clamored to re-elect the leader of the martial arts alliance to preside over the overall situation of the world.Other people in the rivers and lakes with their own ulterior motives also began to join in, hoping to get a share of it.

Although Mrs. Gongsun was a capable person, she was only a woman after all. Li Jiulian's sudden death made her exhausted, and it was impossible to control her. This situation was like the Yellow River breaking its embankment.

Just when the Huashan Sword Sect was almost in a desperate situation, Feng Jianping stood up in filial piety, pointed at Zhou Wusun in the crowd, and shouted angrily: "Master Zhou, my master has just entered the ground, and his bones are not yet cold. Do you want to fight for the position of the leader of the martial arts right now?"

When Li Jiulian was around, Zhou Wusun was not afraid at all, but now that he has entered the earth, how can he be afraid of a junior like Feng Jianping.Immediately, he retorted angrily: "The state owns the state laws, the family has family rules, and our Jianghu also has the rules of the Jianghu. Now that the head of Li has passed away, is it possible that the title of martial arts leader should be buried with him forever?"

Feng Jianping snorted angrily, and shouted loudly: "Master Zhou, even if my master has passed away, the position of the leader of the martial arts is not up to you, the Hengshan Sword School that has completely declined. Don't make it to the end. You old bones are busy making wedding dresses for other people's homes."

Ever since the foundation of the Hengshan Sword Sect was seriously injured, Zhou Wusun was the most jealous of others in the past six months, saying that their Hengshan Sword Sect had declined.Now that a junior like Feng Jianping pointed his nose, and said it in front of so many people in the Jianghu, he was immediately enraged, and his anger shot straight up.

In addition, Zhou Wusun was quite confident in his martial arts. Now that Li Jiulian died suddenly, he naturally thought that his chance had come.As long as I can be elected as the leader of the martial arts alliance, even if it only takes five years, they can completely restore their vitality to the Hengshan Sword Sect, and become the number one sect in the entire rivers and lakes.

Thinking of this, Zhou Wusun immediately snorted angrily, raised his voice and shouted loudly: "Huh, I'm doing all this for the sake of the righteousness of the whole world. Now the head of Li has passed away, and no one in the Huashan Sword Sect can take up the responsibility. Wulin It’s an important task for the leader. In order to prevent the evil spirits and heretics from taking the opportunity to mess up our martial arts, please ask Nephew Feng to hand over the ring of the leader!”

In Feng Jianping's black eyes, there flashed a murderous intent as cold as a bird of prey. Standing with his sword in his hands, he gritted his teeth and shouted word by word: "Master Zhou, I know that your old man has been coveting this place for a long time. The position of the leader of the martial arts. But if you want to snatch the leader's ring from our Huashan Sword Sect, it depends on whether you have the ability!"

Hearing Feng Jianping's words, everyone was shocked.Zhou Wusun felt that he couldn't hold back his face, so he yelled angrily in the air: "Feng Jianping, I read that the old man just went to the head of Li's sect, and I gave him a little face, so I was so polite to you. Don't be so polite to you in front of so many fellows in the world. In the face of a human being, Sect Leader Li will be ashamed under the Nine Springs!"

Feng Jianping snorted coldly, and shouted: "I won't bother Sect Leader Zhou with this, I advise Sect Leader Zhou to think about it, how to explain to the ancestors of the Hengshan Sword Sect after going to the Nine Springs, The fact that the Hengshan Sword Sect has completely declined!"

Hearing Feng Jianping's provocative words, Zhou Wusun immediately flew into a rage and roared: "Feng Jianping, today I have to represent your dead master and teach you how to respect your predecessors!"

Before Zhou Wusun's words fell, Feng Jianping snorted coldly, and a few dismissive sneers appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he shouted: "Old man Zhou, you are a person who is about to enter the yellow earth, and you are still talking here without shame." , aren’t you afraid of being laughed out of your teeth by your comrades in the world?”

Zhou Wusun was completely angry, his face shriveled like a walnut skin, began to twitch crazily, his face was full of murderous intent, his whole body was like a mummy that had just crawled out of the coffin, which was hideous and terrifying People feel timid when they see it.

Wudang Daoist Chongxu, Shaolin Liaokong Godly Monk, Emei Tianjue Shitai and other high-ranking and respected people in the Jianghu saw that Feng Jianping and Zhou Wusun were already in a state of tension, and they all stepped forward to persuade them.

But at this time, both of them were burning with anger. Even if Li Jiulian crawled out of the coffin, they might not be able to persuade them to live, let alone the few of them.

And at this time, there are still many people around who want to take the opportunity to make a fuss and watch the excitement.Therefore, several headmen persuaded him to no avail, and all of them looked at each other in blank dismay.After a while of wide-eyed and small-eyed eyes, they stopped talking and let this endless decisive battle break out...