Zongwu: Multiple identities have been exposed

That day, Lin Pingshang hired some people to dig a hole on a certain hill.

While those people were digging the pit, Lin Pingzhi went to the town to buy a coffin and a stone tablet.

On the stele, he asked a mason to engrave nine big characters "The Tomb of Mei Niansheng in Iron Bone and Black Calyx".

After doing all this, that night, the three of them took advantage of the darkness to put Mei Niansheng's old clothes in the coffin.

The next day.

A woodcutter, when he was packing firewood, he saw the tomb of Mei Niansheng, who was made of iron and black, and looked at the refurbished soil. He told the news of Mei Niansheng's death to others.

Immediately, the news of Mei Niansheng's death was spread to ten, ten to hundreds, and it reached the Xuedaomen's ears in less than a day.

At this moment, on the snow mountain, Bao Xiang is the head of the Xuedao Sect, and the original blood knife ancestor is not on the snow mountain.

"Deputy sect master, there are rumors in the world that old man Mei Niansheng is dead!"

"Oh, how did he die?" Baoxiang asked immediately.

"It is rumored that Mei Niansheng's three apprentices fought for the martial arts secrets, and old man Mei died at the hands of his disciples."

Afterwards, the disciple hesitated for a moment, but he still summoned up his courage and said to Baoxiang.

"Deputy sect master, is it possible that we really have to obey that man's order?"

Hearing this, Bao Xiang's face was extremely ugly, but he was only a little dull, and then he waved his hand to make the disciple of the Xuedao Sect retreat.

Bao Xiang tightly held the letter in his hand, and he sighed. In the end, he still didn't dare to resist the order on the letter. When that person killed the blood knife patriarch who had no internal energy and many disciples of the blood knife sect, he gave He left too many shadows.

To this day, whenever Bao Xiang thinks of that man's eyes, he can't help but feel chills in his heart.

After a moment.

On the snow mountain, there are dozens of people walking down the mountain, the leader is Baoxiang, and the others are disciples of the Xuedao Sect.

The group of Xuedaomen walked down the mountain road in a mighty way, not knowing what they were doing that made them so motivating.

Lin Pingzhi, Ding Dian, and Mei Niansheng who were hiding on the emerald hill looked at the Clothes Tomb not far away.

At this moment, Ding Dian's heart was full of doubts, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, he asked.

"Brother Lin, is your idea really feasible?"

Why has it been so long and I haven't seen the person from the Blood Sword Sect?
It turned out that the three of Ding Dian came here early in the morning, just to verify whether Lin Pingzhi's method is feasible.

Seeing Ding Dian's impatient look, Lin Pingzhi was a little surprised.

"Brother Ding, don't worry. It is said that the Xuedao Gate is above the snow mountain. Even if they got the news and rushed here, it would probably be noon at the earliest."

With the help of the trees on the mountain, Lin Pingzhi and others hid in the shade and ate dry food...

Unknowingly, the time came to Xiangwu.

Just then, a loud noise came from down the mountain.

The sound startled Ding Dian and others, they looked in the direction of the noise.

I saw dozens of people wearing yellow monk robes, and they came to Mei Niansheng's tomb with great fanfare.

Mei Niansheng on the side saw those people, his face sank, as if he couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, and wanted to find them to fight to the death.

At this moment, Lin Pingzhi on the side quickly grabbed Mei Niansheng's arm, and he couldn't help persuading him.

"Hero Mei, if you go out, all our previous efforts will be wasted, and your three apprentices will also know that you are still alive."

Seeing Lin Pingzhi's concerned expression, Mei Niansheng's anger subsided immediately, he knew that Lin Pingzhi was thinking of him.

As soon as the people from the Blood Knife Sect came, the people who were walking on the hill retreated one after another, not daring to approach the monks at all.

There was a lot of movement at the Blood Knife Gate, as if afraid that other people would not know.

Bao Xiang, the leader of the Blood Knife Sect, immediately said to the others: "Dig, even if old man Mei dies, we must dig out his coffin."

This kind of operation really stunned the plain-headed people who watched from a distance, but they had nothing to wear, and they were not opponents of the Xuedaomen at all. None of them dared to step forward, so they had to stand in the distance and sigh.

Fortunately, there are many disciples in Xuedaomen, and it didn't take long for them to dig out Mei Niansheng's coffin.

Afterwards, Baoxiang asked other disciples to gather some firewood.

After a while, Bao Xiang, the deputy sect master, looked at the firewood and Mei Niansheng's coffin in front of him.

He told many disciples: "Burn old man Mei to death, and this will be the territory of our Blood Knife Sect from now on."

When everyone heard this, they burst into cheers and immediately lit the firewood on which Mei Niansheng's coffin was placed.

Looking at the raging fire in front of him, Mei Niansheng showed a gentle smile.

"Mei Niansheng is dead, from now on I will be a villager."

After finishing speaking, he left lonely alone, and when Ding Dian was about to catch up, he was held back by Lin Pingzhi.

"Brother Ding, don't go. Hero Mei just wants to spend his old age in peace, so we don't need to cause more trouble."

After the people from Xuedaomen left, Ding Dian stood up, sighed, and couldn't help asking Lin Pingzhi.

"Brother Lin, are people's hearts really so unbearable in this arena?"

Lin Pingzhi, who was lying flat on the ground, responded unhurriedly with a tail grass dangling from the corner of his mouth.

"There are two things in this world that should not be looked at directly. One is the sun at noon. It is so radiant that if we look directly at it, our eyes will not be able to bear it. The other is the human heart. If we try it, it will disappoint us. , and even make us despair.”

Hearing this, Ding Dian immediately clasped his fists and said, "Brother Lin, I have been taught."

Sweeping across the entire Green Mountain, except for the two of them, the entire mountain has been deserted.

"Brother Lin, shall we go down the mountain?"

Now that Mei Niansheng's matter was settled satisfactorily, Ding Dian didn't want to stay here, so he asked Lin Pingzhi to accompany him down the mountain.

Looking at Ding Dian who was no longer in his mind, Lin Pingzhi immediately got up and said.

"Okay, Brother Ding."

At this moment, Lin Pingzhi looked thoughtfully towards the top of the mountain, and then the two walked side by side, walking down the mountain together.

At this time, Mei Niansheng on the top of the mountain saw Lin Pingzhi and Ding Dian leave, he whispered.

"Xiaoyou Lin is really witty, but he is still inexperienced in the world. Even if those people from the Blood Knife Sect dig up the tomb of the old man's clothes, with their temperament, how can they be so perfunctory?"

"Don't the Blood Knife Sect want the old man's Liancheng swordsmanship? According to their behavior, wouldn't they investigate who erected the tomb for me? It seems that Lin Xiaoyou has a great relationship with this Blood Knife Sect..."

After finishing speaking, Mei Niansheng just smiled relievedly, "Even if Lin Xiaoyou is the head of the Blood Knife Sect, the old man will never ask about those affairs in the Jianghu, the Jianghu will always belong to the world of young people."