Hidden Blade Chapter 144: The original intention is not lost

Late at night.

　　The night sky is densely covered with dark clouds, and there is no starlight.

　　, a young man in a large purple robe, came to the palace gate on the top of Chongju Peak with sorrow in his eyes.

　　 He pushed aside and tried to stop his disciple in the swordsman hall, and hurriedly entered the gate of the palace.

　　The disciples of the Swordsman Hall looked at each other, and finally they put away the thoughts of entering the mansion to chase after the recently influential Sword Hall master.

　　 There is no one in the gate of the dark palace. The disciples who served in the past seem to have been dismissed by the master of the palace today, even the candle is not lit.

　　The boy walked in a hurry. In the empty courtyard, only his footsteps rang back and forth, clear and lonely.

　　 Finally, he walked quickly to the inner mansion and pushed open the mansion gate. In the chic courtyard of the mansion, an old man in a red robe and a middle-aged man with white eyebrows and black hair sat opposite a stone table in the courtyard.

　　 both have wine glasses in front of them, obviously they have drunk a lot.

　　"Uncle Master, Master Teacher..." The purple-robed boy was taken aback for a while, but then he respectfully saluted the two of them.

　　"Why come here any time?" The two who were drinking at the same time turned their heads and looked at the respectful purple-robed boy. Among them, the man with white eyebrows and black hair asked.

　　"The master imprisoned several representatives of the sect who were unwilling to agree to their request yesterday. The disciple thought it was inappropriate and insulted my exquisite court style, so I came to find two people to discuss this matter." So said.

　　 "Door wind?" The man with white eyebrows and black hair actually gave a cold smile at that time. "Sigh, what kind of style do I have in Linglong Pavilion now?"

　　 "A sect who can work with Nagayaji? It should be considered a martial arts scum, right?" The man smiled again when he said this, the expression on his face was so crazy.

　　 "Does the head teacher give up?" The purple-robed boy seemed to hear the frustration in the man's words, and he asked a little uneasy.

　　"Give up?" The man turned his eyes to look at the boy, "Ning Zhumang has lived for so many years, but I never knew how to write these two words."

　　 "What is the head teacher going to do?" The young man asked with joy when he heard the words.

　　 "If the uncle's uncle is allowed to continue to act so recklessly, Linglong Pavilion will not be the inheritance, and there will be a reputation that has been painstakingly managed by dozens of generations of sages for thousands of years." At this time, the red-clothed old man was also on the sidelines. After drinking the last glass of wine, he stood up and said in a deep voice. "Kill Taiyuan Emperor? Can you save the common people? It's ridiculous."

　　"When Emperor Taiyuan died, with Zhuxian’s wolf ambition, how can he stand on his own feet, but can he stabilize the world in the Great Zhou? At that time, the chaotic army under the name of King Qin will inevitably emerge in an endless stream, and external worries and internal troubles will add up. . It can't save the common people, let alone Linglong Pavilion." Ning Zhumang also took the conversation in a calm voice at that time.

　　The purple-robed boy, he heard a little smell, he asked: "Uncle Master and Master Teacher are ready to act in advance?"

　　 "There is no inheritance, but we still have to find a way to preserve this reputation." The old man in red suddenly laughed.

　　 "What do you mean?" The purple-robed boy heard it in a cloud of mist. "Has uncle found the weakness?"

　　 That same night, he came to this mansion gate and asked the old man how to break the game. The old man told him that when his master Mang Jijianxian practiced this method, he entered the demon realm, and several immortals in the original gate Da Neng was defeated by the sword immortal Mang Ji, and he was rushing to find the flaws that the Canghai Current could not reach the Dayan Realm, but he had mastered it. With his help, Zhong Changhen just beheaded his master.

　　 And if you want to deal with Secretary blank, the best way is to find the flaws in the Great Ni Sword Classic.

　　 This is why Song Yueming pays his respects to the sect of Si Baiyan, in order to get the whole book, so as to give Zhong Changhen time to understand this sword art.

　　 At this moment, he looked at the appearance of Ning Zhumang and Zhong Changhen, secretly thinking that they had found the flaw.

　　"How can it be so fast." It's just that Zhong Changhen shook his head at that time, looking helpless.

　　 "What on earth are uncle master and master teacher going to do?" Song Yueming became more and more puzzled when she heard this.

　　 Ning Zhumang's eyes narrowed at that time, and the cold voice said: "We can't kill Si Baikong, but we can kill Zhu Longqi!"

　　 "This!" Song Yueming didn't even think that the two of them had planned this way. He was taken aback at the moment.

　　"This time not only Zhu Longqi came to Linglong Pavilion, but also the sons of several Nagaiji rulers. If they died in Linglong Pavilion and died in our hands, then how the Secretary blank would persuade. The other party will not believe that, in this way, the cooperation between Linglong Pavilion and Chang Yasi will inevitably not go on. In this way, my reputation of Linglong Pavilion will be preserved."

　　 "But, if the master knew about this, it must be..." Song Yueming frowned. This plan is not so much a dead fish, but a dead end in vain. Yi Si Bai's current temperament, knowing that Ning Zhumang and Zhong Changhen did such a thing, the consequences can be imagined.

　　 "Naturally, it is a death." Ning Zhu Mango insisted.

　　 "Kelinglong Pavilion is still in the hands of the master, this honour..." Song Yueming didn't understand the significance of this plan. However, before he could finish his doubts, he was interrupted by Zhong Changhen.

　　 "It's up to you." Zhong Changhen smiled at that time.

　　 "Look at me?" The boy was puzzled.

　　 There was a very kind smile on the face of the famous kendo master at that time.

　　" He thought that you can completely control you by practicing, but I have modified that part of the trick that can control your mind. What you practice does not have this drawback, and he does not know it. When we die, you have to Continue to stay by his side, find the right opportunity, and replace us..."

　　 "Kill him!"

　　 Song Yueming's expression suddenly changed when he heard this. He heard the two people's desire to die, and also heard that they were not willing to let him participate in this matter. But watching these two people go to death, how can he do it?

　　 "The disciple is unwilling, the disciple must go with the two uncles! It's just death..." He immediately distinguished.

　　 "Yueming." But his words were interrupted by Zhong Changhen again. The old man's voice became extremely warm at that moment, as if the elders were looking at his satisfied offspring, with a gratifying smile on his face.

　　 "Huh?" Song Yueming was taken aback.

　　 "Remember, the inheritance of Linglong Pavilion is not about the first sect in the world, nor is it about how big a mountain is, so many disciples, but about will."

　　"Since a thousand years ago, the founder of the mountain passed down the will to save the dead and help the wounded, and hang the pot to help the world."

　　 "As long as you remember this, even if only one person is alive, Linglong Pavilion will live."

　　 The old man spoke slowly, and as soon as his voice fell off, before Song Yueming could say anything, his hand tapped Song Yueming's neck lightly at that time. The young man gave a sudden stop, and fell to the ground like a puppet that had lost his string, and passed out.

　　Zhong Changhen reached out his hand, held the fainted boy, and laid his body carefully on the ground.

　　 At that time, the two looked at the young man who seemed to be asleep for a while, and then at almost the same time, the two looked at each other and smiled, took a big step, and walked out of the house together.

　　......

　　 When the two walked out of the gate. The sky that had been brewing for a long time let out a roar, and finally it rained heavily.

　　 Raindrops the size of gold beads strung a curtain in the night.

　　 The densely guarded soldiers just outside the gate of the mansion did not know when they were all dismissed.

　　Only the Dragon Congyun, dressed in a seven-star black robe, stood quietly in the rain, watching the two walking out of the mansion gate.

　　 The rain slapped on him, but he didn't plan to support the true element barrier, but let the rain wet his hair and clothes.

　　His arrival was obviously beyond the expectations of Ning Zhumang and Zhong Changhen, and the two looked at Long Congyun with a little surprise.

　　 The three eyes passed through the rain curtain, meeting in the night.

　　 Except for the sound of rain, the world seemed to be silent.

　　"What about the kid?" Finally, Long Congyun broke the silence first and asked. The thick voice passed through the noisy rain and clearly passed into the ears of the two.

　　 "I'm asleep." Ning Zhumang responded, the gaze in his eyes was very alert.

　　Long Congyun was stunned, but quickly nodded. "Well, leave him, maybe there will be a turnaround."

　　 "Where are the two? Where are you going?" he asked again.

　　 "Go where you should go and do what you should do." Ning Zhumang said again.

　　Long Congyun saw that he was unwilling to confess, but he was not annoyed. He smiled slightly and said in a whisper: "The uncle Master cultivated that, in the past, Master Mangji almost destroyed the Linglong Pavilion by this method. The two will not be his opponents."

　　 "Then it can be done, Long thought for a while, it seems that only by killing the Zhu Da Shizi, can we put off Master Uncle's mad plan."

　　Speaking of this, Long Congyun looked at the two of them, and then said: "This is a plan to draw a salary from the bottom of the pot~IndoMTL.com~If Shishu knows, I am afraid..."

　　 "Why? Want to claim credit?" Ning Zhumang raised his brows, and his eyes were full of coldness.

　　 The actual killing intent was almost unconcealed, but Long Congyun didn't even notice it at that time.

　　 "Junior brother misunderstood, I just want to remind you two."

　　"Zhu Longqi is certainly not the opponent of the two. Although the Gongsun Ming next to him is considered a good player, he can't resist the two teams."

　　" But this is Linglong Pavilion after all. If the two of you are dragged by the grandson for a while, the noise can't be hidden from the eyes of the uncle. If the two don’t do things more cleanly, wait until the uncle is caught Alarmed, this matter may be even more difficult."

　　 Hearing this, Zhong Changhen on the side seemed to smell a little different. He stepped out, looked straight at the newly-promoted master teacher in front of him, and asked in a calm voice: What do I mean by the head teacher?"

　　 "Simple."

　　"The two shots to entangle the Gongsun Ming, and then kill from the dark, with one sword and the life of the son."

　　"What is the intention of the two?"

　　Long Congyun said so, with a bright smile on his face.

　　 Just like decades ago, when a few people first met.

　　 At that time, the three of them looked at each other and smiled, and their grievances disappeared.

　　 So many years have passed.

　　Although there is a different way, no one has lost the original intention.

　　 I want to come, there should be nothing better than this in this world.

　　 The rain is getting heavier.

　　 can't be submerged, the three people suddenly laughed from the rain curtain.