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Chapter 176 Don't Hurt His Life
Xuan Jing couldn't help thinking about it, he was no better than Ling Kong and Kong Wen about those younger generations, and he knew a lot about those ancestors who were hidden in the dark.

Xuan Jing will not underestimate those so-called second-rate and third-rate gangs, just like Wudang now. If Wen Tao does not have a peerless master behind him as a backer, he will not believe it to death. Spending money is an astronomical figure, even if Ku Yu spends all his belongings, it is just a drop in the bucket.

So where did all this money come from?

Naturally, it was accumulated by the predecessors. Who were the predecessors?The answer is ready to come.

If Wen Tao knew what Xuan Jing was thinking, he would have laughed three times, thanking Xuan Jing for his cooperation, the more people like this who know more secrets, the more suspicious they will be.

Dispelling the doubts in her heart, Xuan Jing did not pursue too much. She bowed deeply to Wen Tao and said, "Master Wen, I thank you for saving my life."

Wen Tao helped Xuan Jing up, and said: "Really, one family does not talk about two families. From then on, Longhushan and Wudang still regard development as a common goal."

After Wen Tao finished speaking, he looked at Xuan Jing's haggard face. He wanted to say this sentence a long time ago, but he still didn't know how to say it.

This time is a chance, and an opportunity, to take advantage of this opportunity, let alone make Longhushan and Wudang like brothers, at least form an alliance.

In Yuzhang County, only Longhushan and Wudang can hold the right to speak. All martial arts people who enter Yuzhang County must listen to Longhushan and Wudang.

Some people may think that Wen Tao is whimsical, will those martial arts people who act recklessly be obedient?

In fact, this question is not difficult to answer. Considering that the Demon Cult is in the northwest area, not only the martial arts people, but even the imperial court has to give him three points, otherwise the entire Demon Cult will fight against the imperial court, and the imperial court will be worried.

Another example is Shenjianchi, which is only a second-rate gang, but in the Tianshan area, is there any martial arts person who disagrees with Liu Qingyi?
Not to mention the power of Liu Qingyi and Shenjianchi, those mountain people who rely on picking snow lotus for a living will not allow anyone to provoke Shenjianchi. , Even trying to sell the snow lotus is even more difficult.

Wen Tao doesn't want to be as good as the Devil's Cult. After all, the Devil's Cult is a half-anti-government organization. What he wants is to control the rivers and lakes of Yuzhang County, and hold Yuzhang County firmly in his hands. Even if Wudang has an accident, or if he encounters an accident, it can be guaranteed that Wudang can be cultivated when he returns to Yuzhang County.

Looking at Wen Tao's confident face, Xuan Jing sighed in her heart, she is still old after all, Wen Tao's birth is not just a blessing or a curse, but she can only hope for Wen Tao's character.

"Master Wen, I'm old and I don't care about affairs in the mountains. I'd better discuss these trivial matters with Master Ling Kong." Xuan Jing shook her head slightly. Shan's head teacher is Ling Kong, and he can't surpass it. Even if he is Ling Kong's master, if he makes his own claim, it will break the rules.

Any sect can be passed on for more than a hundred years, in addition to the endless emergence of talents, it relies on strict discipline and hierarchy.

Wen Tao nodded, and was not surprised by Xuan Jing's words. The reason why he said this to Xuan Jing was to show Xuan Jing a disciple and check Xuan Jing's tone.

If Xuan Jing resolutely opposes, Wen Tao has no choice but to develop slowly, waiting for the day when Wudang grows stronger and suppresses Longhushan, but it will take too long, too long.

But fortunately, although Xuan Jing didn't directly say whether he agreed or not, Wen Tao could still see the old man's ambition from his shining eyes.

No one thinks that their own family is big, right?

The two were about to talk again, but there was a rustling sound in their ears, their footsteps were flustered, their breathing was short of breath, and they were injured!
Wen Tao and Xuan Jing looked at each other, their eyes were filled with confusion, who could it be?

"Dong dong dong." There was a hasty knock on the door, and a hurried and deep voice came in from outside: "Senior, junior Guo Wanquan was injured by thieves and rushed into the senior's Qingju in a panic. Please forgive me, but that The thief's skills are too strong, this junior begs senior to take him in for a while."

Wen Tao glanced at Xuan Jing, Xuan Jing nodded slightly, took off her shoes and socks, and lay down on the jade bed.

Fortunately, Ling Kong was considerate, and there were bedding mats on the jade bed. Xuan Jing was lying on it at this time, her face was pale, and she really looked like a miserable old man in his dying years.

Seeing Xuan Jing's cooperation, Wen Tao smiled slightly, and then his face changed, but his expression of annoyance and worry was clear at a glance. He quietly gave Xuan Jing his thumbs up, and Wen Tao turned to open the door.

"Uncle... Uncle, come in quickly." Wen Tao opened the door, saw the person in front of him, his heart sank, if he hadn't been able to hold his breath, he would have kicked him out long ago, the man looks quite real It was so ugly, especially the birthmark that took up half of his face, if Meng Lan saw it, he would probably cry in fright.

However, Wen Tao still concealed his state of mind very well. From the man's point of view, the person who opened the door was a thin man about twenty years old, his eyes were full of sadness, and then he looked at the scene in the bamboo house and Xuan Jing on the jade bed, The man knew in his heart that the old man was probably dying and on the verge of death, so he lived in seclusion here for the rest of his life.

The man looked at the two of them indifferently, seeing Wen Tao rushing to Xuan Jing's bedside, holding Xuan Jing's hand tightly, with a gleam in his eyes, the man was slightly relieved.

"Son, do you have food here, get me some." The man saw that neither of them seemed to be a master, especially the old man, who was so angry that he could kill him with a single push, his tone couldn't help but Be tyrannical, without the slightest pleading at first.

"Oh." Wen Tao just agreed weakly. He didn't care about Guo Wanquan's arrogance at all. He really took a bowl and lifted the lid to reveal the fragrant and rich white rice porridge inside. It was cooked by Ling Kong himself in the morning. Yes, ready to replenish physical strength for Xuan Jing.

When Guo Wanquan was sizing up the two of them, Wen Tao and Xuan Jing had already seen him clearly, especially Xuan Jing. How could the smell of Hushan's spell be hidden from him.

"Master Wen, this person is not a kind person, it's better to be careful." Xuan Jing's half-closed eyes and slightly opened mouth are sucking in every bit of air, looking like a dying old man, Guo How could Wan Quan have expected that the half-dead old man in front of him was communicating with that only young man via voice transmission.

"Hehe, real man, leave this person to me to deal with." Wen Tao looked worried and sad, even the hand that scooped up the porridge was trembling, and he would shrug his nose from time to time, like a mountain child who had never seen the world generally.

"Don't hurt his life." Xuan Jing heard Wen Tao's sound transmission and couldn't help reminding, "My bamboo is hard to wash..."

(End of this chapter)