Rebirth of the Genius Charlatan

  Walking with Tang Zongbo, there are also a few disciples of the benevolent generation who have been a teacher in Xuanmen. Most of them are middle-aged, facing grievances, and are not as impulsive as young disciples.

  However, not all young disciples rushed up.

  There is one person who hasn't moved—Wen Ye.

The 13-year-old boy is more than half his head taller than when he first saw him on a Hong Kong cruise ship, but he is still the youngest disciple of Xuanmen. At this moment, he is standing behind Zhang Zhongxian and walking with his master Hai Ruo. He was in the crowd, but facing the disciples who turned around in front of Tong Mi, it still made him very conspicuous.

  But Wen Ye's gaze has been staring at the ground in front of him as soon as he walked over.

  Ahead, the disciples lay on the ground on the road as they let go, their head and face were bloody, the blood from the broken arm and the knife wound on the back stained the front yard. Wen Ye's eyes fell, and the moonlight shone on his shoulders, but his buried face was not visible.

  He walked over behind Tang Zongbo, walked straight to Tong Mi's side, turned him over and squatted down, "Hey, wake up."

  The boy's voice was cold, so weak that he couldn't hear his emotions.

  Tong Secret has only one breath alive, where can I still hear Wen Ye's voice at this time?

   "Hey, wake up." Wen Ye squatted beside Tongmi, repeating these words, but suddenly made people feel confused.

  However, Tong Mi remained motionless and did not respond.

  The disciples looked at Tang Zongbo who was sitting in a wheelchair and said nothing, and then at Wen Ye who was squatting on the ground. Tang Zongbo shook his wheelchair and leaned forward. He could see vitality fluctuations in his palm, and then watched him press his palm on the dense Dantian.

  The disciples looked at him in shock, and the old man straightened up and backed away. After a while, a pair of trance eyes slowly opened on his dense and **** face.

  The disciples woke up again after seeing Tong Mi, but they were not dead and clean, and they were a little nervous. But thinking about his heyday, Uncle Shi could force him to be so severely injured. At this time, if he wants to raise any storm, I am afraid it will be very difficult. Therefore, the disciples were on alert, but they did not pull Wen Ye away, but stood a little tighter beside Tang Zongbo and Wen Ye.

   "Hey, why did my master die? Where are the bones." Wen Ye squatted beside Tong Mi, looking at his trance eyes, his voice was still so weak that he couldn't hear his emotions.

   Her eyes straightened, staring straight at the night sky, her eyes were bloodshot, and she looked like a dead person. But after listening to Wen Ye's words, his eyes moved for a long while. He slowly rolled his eyes and looked at Wen Ye.

  "Where are the bones of my master." Wen Ye asked patiently again.

  Tongmi looked at Wen Ye, with a three-pointed look in his eyes gradually, but the corners of his mouth were gently pulled up, the flesh and blood on his face were bleeding, looking hideously terrifying. He trembled and coughed up blood in his mouth, but he didn't look like he wanted to talk, but was smiling.

Wen Ye squatted on the ground, his body seemed to tremble, and the calm voice finally became a little heavier, and he trembled, "Six years ago, in Singapore, Yu Jiuzhi colluded with you and killed my master! Where did he die, bones? Where!"

  There was a look of pleasure and sarcasm in his secret eyes. He killed countless people in his life. The people who died in his hands died everywhere, and where did he remember so many?

   His eyes angered the Xuanmen disciple, "Damn! What kind of eyes are you!"

  The disciples couldn't hold back their anger, and couldn't help stepping forward. Wen Ye stopped with one hand, bowed his head and exclaimed, "Don't beat him to death!"

  His head is lowered, no one can see his face clearly, and the disciples are all taken aback.

  Wen Ye suddenly punched him down! The punch didn't hit Tongmi's face, but hit his face with a dull sound. The blue bricks on the ground instantly cracked, and blood seeped through the moonlight, "Say! My master's bones." Where! Or, who knows!"

   Tongmi still tugged at the corners of his mouth, with a ghostly smile.

   "Where is my master!" Wen Ye sipped again, this time he punched Tong Mi in the face! Tong Mi's whole body trembled, blood splattering on his skin and fleshy face.

  Blood was sprayed from her mouth, and the corners of her mouth were still pulling after spraying.

   "Bang!" Wen Ye punched again, "Where is my master!"

  This time he hit the bridge of his nose with a punch, and heard a slight "click" in the silence. Tongmi rolled his eyes, his breath stopped, but he still didn't answer.

"boom!"

"Where!"

   "Boom! Bang! Bang!"

  "Where! Where! Where!"

  In the yard, apart from the thumping of fists, it was the boy's hysterical voice, dull, screaming, and slightly crying.

  However, no one answered him, and he never got an answer. When the disciples opened Wen Ye with blushing eyes, Tong Mi's face was already deflated, and the entire face was sunken into a hole the size of a boy's fist.

  Tongmi is dead.

  There was another long silence in the yard, and only the boy's depressive cry was heard.

  I want to comfort him, but I don’t know how to comfort him. Wen Ye grew up with no father and no mother, and grew up with his master. In his mind, the master is the father. Nowadays, the master has been away from home for many years, and the bones can not be found. Even after revenge, the bones cannot be returned. No one knows how to comfort Wen Ye. Originally, Xuanmen was a big victory after killing Tongmi and the Jiangtou Master who came to Beijing, but at this moment everyone could not cheer. The dead A Tan was still lying on the ground, and the 13-year-old boy was still shaking on his shoulders.

  Autumn breeze has passed, it makes people feel unspeakable.

  But what should be dealt with must always be dealt with.

Yinni was still in a coma and was carried out of the living room by her disciples and placed in the car. Xia Shao exerted the heaviest effort tonight, exhausted at the moment, Xu Tianyin shouldered the task of handling Tongmi's corpse. As for the blood baby, Tang Zongbo decided to make a transcendental book, and bring the little girl's ashes back to Hong Kong to be used in the incense-rich Buddhist temple. Every day, the eminent monk would recite the scriptures.

  Only when the disciples went to move the body of the blood infant, they discovered that the golden armor man had withdrawn, but the evil spirit of the dragon scales still restrained her. Xia Shao withdrew his evil spirit, but he did not expect that as soon as the dragon scale was sheathed, the two disciples were about to move the little girl, but the little girl suddenly opened her mouth!

   With a shrill cry like a baby crying, he opened his mouth and bit at a disciple!

The disciple was shocked, so shocked that he forgot to move-this blood baby had been nailed by the golden armor man to the heavenly spirit and the heart, and most of his head and heart were corrupted. He was panicked just looking at it, how could it be possible that he hadn't die? !

  The disciple was surprised at first, and then despair came to his heart. In his mind was A Tan’s face when he fell, and felt that he had to confess here tonight...

   But at this moment, a golden light struck, and the boy yelled, "Bound!"

   Fuchen took the golden light and hit the **** infant’s head, this time the **** infant’s mouth was closed, and he stood upright.

  There was silence all around.

  The rescued disciple hadn't recovered yet, but the other disciples looked at Wen Ye in shock. Even Tang Zongbo and Zhang Zhongxian looked a little surprised, Wen Ye's master Hai Ruo opened his mouth, which was very different from her usual gentle and loving appearance.

Xia Shao straightened up from Xu Tianyin's arms a long time ago. She was always far away because of her fatigue. She stood at the outermost periphery. When the blood baby cried and bitten, it was actually just a blink of an eye. Wen Ye was the closest, but who I didn't expect that he would shoot faster than anyone else.

  This is not the case, anyone can see clearly that the golden light was swung out with a whisk, and that was the golden auspicious qi transformed by the vitality - only the realm of refining qi and transforming the gods can achieve this level.

  Before tonight, even just now, Wen Ye was still in the realm of refining Qi.

When did    improve?

  Not even Tang Zongbo, Xia Shao, and Xu Tianyin were found!

  Xia Shao looked at Wen Ye's back. She frowned when the disciples were still shocked. She had eyes on her, and naturally she could see that the vitality flow on this kid was extremely chaotic, and he did sway a bit, and then he spouted a mouthful of blood!

   "Little Yezi?!" While Hai Ruo was still screaming, Xia Shao rushed over!

   Xu Tianyin arrived one step earlier than her, and took over to hold Wen Ye. Xia Shao felt warm in her heart next to her. The next door to the talisman she painted was sour tonight, and she really couldn't lift it up at this time. This man is always so careful at all times.

  But she doesn't have time to touch these now. Wen Ye's situation looks a bit like anxious, in other words, it's like a prelude to a panic.

Tang Zongbo came over, took a look at his pulse, and covered Wen Ye's dantian with the vigorous palm of his palm for a while, until Wen Ye's pale complexion improved a little, the old man sighed and said, "This child, dare to improve. It's so messy."

  The disciples couldn't help but move their expressions when they heard this.

  Wen Ye’s cultivation is at the top level of refining qi. With his talent, no one has ever doubted that he will be promoted to refining qi. It's just that at any time, an opportunity is needed for improvement. Xu was not the opportunity tonight, but he saw that the same door was in danger. In anxious anger, he broke through forcibly and hit that talisman. However, his body was not naturally improved in a normal state, and he couldn't stand the sudden increase. This time his vitality went wrong. The way is gone, it was backlashed.

   "Take him back to recuperate." Tang Zongbo said, "I brought that old ginseng when I came, so I can use it again."

  Bringing that wild ginseng to Beijing is because Tang Zongbo feared that his disciple would be seriously injured this time. This is something to replenish vitality and hang his life, but he didn’t expect to actually use it.

  Hairuo didn't know whether he should be happy or crying, so he took Wen Ye over with distress, and carried him into the car with his disciples.

  The secret corpses that the disciples moved last, but when they moved, they heard exclamations again.

   "What's wrong?" The disciples were shocked by the sudden incident tonight. As soon as they heard this exclamation, they all took out the talisman in their hands, and just turned around and shot them out. But when he turned around, he saw that the disciple had nothing to do, he just stared at the side of Tong Mi's body with an angry expression on his face.

  Everyone gathered in the past and glanced, only to see Tong Mi's intact hand. I don't know when he drew a weird talisman with his own blood, and his stiff fingers pointed straight in one direction. That direction is exactly the direction in which the blood baby is bound.

  This old guy, he wants to squeeze his back to death!

  Vicious so far, it is grit your teeth.

When he painted the talisman, it should be when Wen Ye asked him and beat him. At that time, everyone's attention was on Wen Ye. He was a dying man and suffered such severe injuries. Even Wen Ye could not beat him. Fight back, how can anyone think that this old man has the ability to set a trap before he died?

The disciples glanced at each other, because they felt that the old man was too vicious, so even if they knew that he was dead, everyone couldn't let go of them. So several disciples volunteered to follow Xu Tianyin and drove to the site of the Anzhenghui. At the crematorium, I was relieved by seeing the densely packed ashes with my own eyes.

  Although Xuanmen and Tongmi had a **** feud, Tongmi was dead, and their grievances ended. The disciples brought the ashes of Tongmi and the ashes of the descendants back to the club. So many ashes, wanting to get back to Hong Kong is also a troublesome thing. In the end, Tang Zongbo decided that it would be the Xuanmen practice to remove the grievances from these people, and then send them to the Buddhist temples in the capital to be placed nearby. May these people come to life. Stop doing evil and harm the innocent.

  Because of the practice, Xuanmen and his party decided to live in the capital, and then return to Hong Kong after the completion of the practice.

  But Ah Tan’s body was not cremated, but a mourning hall was set up in the clubhouse. Stopped for seven days before being buried. Regarding Ah Tan, everyone discussed not telling his old mother. The old man is too old and in poor health, so he may not be able to withstand the blow.

  The disciple A Tan rescued was named Lu Hua. Both of them were originally disciples of the Wang family. They only had a year to get started. The feelings between the brothers are very good. Lu Hua decided that he would conceal the matter from A Tan's mother, and he would take care of the old man in the future.

  It’s just that, after all, this matter can be concealed for a while, not for a lifetime. The disciples of Xuanmen who came to Beijing all returned to Hong Kong, but Ah Tan didn't go back. What should I tell the old man?

When the disciples were in trouble, Xia Shao sat on the sofa with fatigue in his eyebrows, but he said, "Lu Hua, you can go back and tell the old man that Ah Tan has a good talent. After coming to Beijing, I saw that he is something he can do. So he was accepted as a disciple. In the future, he will follow me to practice in the capital. If he does not become a teacher, he will not be able to go back to see the elderly. This is part of the cultivation of the heart. I hope the elderly understand. But he will often write back."

  As soon as Xia Shao said this, everyone in the room was stunned.

  Accept disciples?

  Indeed, this is a good excuse.

  But no one thought that the first name of the disciple of Uncle Shi finally fell on A Tan.

  Since the cleanup of the martial arts, the prestige of the uncle Shi in the martial arts needless to say. It is precisely because of her prestige and cultivation that the disciples look up to her, many disciples are discussing and watching in private. I don't know who will be regarded as disciples by her. Since knowing Xu Tianyin's family background, all the disciples knew that Xu Tianyin would not take over the head of the Xuan Sect as the Xu family. The ancestor of the next generation of Xuanmen is only Xia Shao.

  Xia Shao’s disciple will be a direct disciple in the future. Chengxuanmen's secret arts, inheriting the incense of the sect, will also be the ancestor of the next generation of Xuanmen in the future.

  The disciples guessed that Xia Shao might pick from the school, or maybe one day he saw a kid with good aptitude outside and brought him back to the school to teach himself. But guessing, no one guessed that her first disciple was actually A Tan.

  The disciples opened their mouths and looked at Xia Shao, not because they couldn't accept A Tan as Xia Shao's disciple, but because she didn't know if she was serious about what she said.

  You need to know that Xuanmen's direct disciple has always been proud of talent, but everyone is the same, and naturally knows that A Tan's talent is really average. Although he is no longer there, the matter of accepting disciples is still not a trifling matter in terms of martial law. The direct disciple must be included in the successor list, and the name will always be on the list of the Xuanmen successor, and future disciples will be able to see it. Xia Shao chose a disciple with ordinary talent to become her disciple. Does she care if the disciples of future generations keep using this ordinary disciple to torture her vision problems?

  Tang Zongbo looked at Xia Shao and asked, "Have you decided?"

   "Is this a trifling matter? I love to joke with you all the time, and I won't make jokes about such a big thing." Xia Shao looked down.

   "Okay!" Tang Zongbo nodded, the old man applauded, his tone was emotional, his expression moved, "Okay! Then do what you want!"

  Zhang Zhongxian also nodded aside, with the same expression on his face, “Then wait until A Tan’s July 1st day, and when he is buried, he will also hold the ceremony of apprenticeship. Although the person is no longer there, the ceremonies should be given to him.”

  "The ashes were brought back to Hong Kong, and they were buried in a good Feng Shui place." Tang Zongbo continued, "The matters of maintenance are borne by the school."

  Xia Shao nodded slightly, she had a lot of savings, and she would have given it to A Tan, and remitted it to the elderly account to ensure that the elderly will have no worries in their old age. She will also visit the elderly if she has the opportunity to go to Hong Kong.

  The disciples listened to the decisions of Tang Zongbo, Xia Shao, and Zhang Zhongxian, and they were all moved. If Yu Jiuzhi was there, how could the deceased disciple be treated like this? Even if people die, they can't get anything, but this kind of arrangement behind them makes people feel moved.

  Lu Hua’s eye circles were red, and when he got up, he gave Tang Zongbo and Xia Shao three bangs, “I’ll be Atan, thank you Master Master, thank you Master Uncle!”

  Xia Shao turned her body slightly to one side, unwilling to receive the gift. What can I thank? If Ah Tan could live, he would never die. The name of the direct disciple is nothing but a false name to him. As for the support, it should be. No amount of compensation can be compared with a person's life.

  "Get up, your head should be knocked on Atan, he saved this life. For these seven days, you should guard him in the mourning hall." Tang Zongbo sighed.

  Lu Hua wiped her tears and nodded her head.

  ……

  For Atan Shouling for the past seven days, the rituals of the descendants of the masters to overcome grievances will naturally be pushed back and cannot be arranged together.

  Tang Zongbo will preside over things that are superfluous, so there is no need for Xia Shaoguan. But in the first few days of A Tan, Xia Shao still asked for leave from the school. In any case, this is the disciple she recognized, and it should be a guardian for him.

   Xu Tianyin had to ask for leave, but Xia Shao drove him back to the military area. He is different from her. He has a public office, so he has to take into account the influence. It is not easy for him to get to this stage. Xia Shao didn't want him to be held in braids and said that he was abandoning his father for personal reasons.

  Xu Tianyin can also come back on weekends when he returns to the military area. Xia Shao will take care of the affairs of the club, and he does not need his help at all. Xu Tianyin was naturally confused about what she insisted on, and Tang Zongbo also meant that. He returned to the military area at noon the next day.

  Xia Shao spends most of her time in the mourning hall at the clubhouse, while at the rest of the time she goes to see the recovery of Yin Ni and Wen Ye.

  Yini was injured by Yin Sha that night, and it was not so easy. She woke up after sliced ​​wild ginseng was contained for two full days. The first sentence after waking up asked: "Is that **** dead?"

  Xia Shao knew she would ask, but when she heard that, she frowned slightly, "Dead."

   is indeed dead.

   That night, although Xia Shao knew that the mysterious man took Yi Tina away from Tongmi, and knew that he had taken her to a residential house to detoxify the golden silkworm, she had no time to take care of the two of them that night.

  Waiting for things, early the next morning, Xia Shao and Xu Tianyin rushed over, but there was already empty.

  To be precise, only the man was gone.

  In the room, what was left was Yitina's body. Yi Tina didn't die of golden silkworm poison. When she died, her belly was as usual, and the poison was relieved. The cause of her death was-no heart.

  Yitina’s heart was dug out, and blood dripped all over the floor, her eyes were staring straight in the direction of the bed, as if she couldn’t believe it until she died, a man would treat her like this. At the last moment of her life, no one knows what her state of mind was. All she left was empty eyes and empty heart.

Xia Shao and Xu Tianyin didn't deal with Yi Tina's corpse, but instead walked out again. As a result, in the past few days there has been a panic-stricken case in Beijing. A woman whose heart was gouged died in a rental room. The police intervened in the investigation. There have been reports about this case such as love killings and human objects ( Forbidden words) Many versions of official trading.

After Yin Ni heard about Yi Tina's death, she lay down on the bed and laughed weakly, "Deserve it! Back then, she helped a wild man who just met to dig the heart of his sister, but today it's her turn to be digged to death! Retribution! Retribution is unhappy!"

  This smile, with three-point hatred, three-point carefree, and finally Yi Ni smiled, but she cried out. I don't know whether it was crying to avenge her mother, or crying, even if she avenged her, she wouldn't be able to change her mother or return to the stockade.

  Xia Shao quietly exited the room, and Ren Yini vented her emotions over the years in the room.

  But when she left the room, Xia Shao was taken aback.

   On the corridor at the door of the room, Hai Ruo was standing there, seeming to be waiting for her.

   "Did Xiao Yezi wake up?" Xia Shao asked. Wen Ye's condition is more serious than Yini's. He broke through forcibly, his body was under a lot of pressure and he needed a rest. He had slept for two days and hadn't woken up yet.

  "Not yet. The head master said that he might have to sleep for four or five days." Hai Ruo smiled worriedly, and said, "Uncle Master, do you have time?"

  As soon as Xia Shao heard this, she knew that Hai Ruo was looking for her, so she nodded and took her to the tea room of the clubhouse. The clubhouse was still on holiday, and the employees did not come. Xia Shao went to fetch tea and hot water by herself, made two cups of tea, and put a cup in front of Hai Ruo. Then he asked, "What's the matter?"

  Hairuo lowered her eyes, her brows and eyebrows looked a little sad, and her expression seemed hesitant to speak, a little difficult to speak.

"If you have anything to say," Xia Shao said, measuring her expression, "If it is Xiao Yezi's matter, you don't have to worry too much. Since the master said that he is okay, he will definitely be fine, just sleep for two more days. That's it."

"It's not about this." Hai Ruo raised her eyes, her eyes looked a little worried, but she took a deep breath, as if she had made a lot of determination, and said, "Uncle Master, I have a gratuitous request. I want to invite you. You...accept Xiao Yezi as a disciple!"

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  唔, the math-dead man took his fingers and let it go. Today, it was 11 thousand and it seems that he still owes six thousand.

  Continue to double watch tomorrow. Bless sister Shao, I will have a day to make up.

  I will make up these six thousand as soon as tomorrow, make a fist! No more, continue to double the day after tomorrow!

  Ps: There are still four days before the end of the month. The girls will look at the votes. If you want to vote, just vote for a few.

  Chapter 55 Tongmi’s death, Sister Shao accepts disciples (two more)