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Soon, Feng Wuhen walked straight into the wing room and looked at Song Qingshu who was hiding behind Song Yuanqiao.

Lan Jian finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the pavilion master come back, and silently stepped aside.

"Wuhen, did you catch Cheng Kun?"

Song Yuanqiao smiled awkwardly and asked slowly.

"Ah."

Feng Wuhen nodded, his eyes still on Song Qingshu.

"What about people?"

Song Yuanqiao looked behind Feng Wuhen and asked curiously.

"died."

Feng Wuhen replied lightly.

After hearing Feng Wuhen's words, Song Yuanqiao and Song Qingshu froze instantly, their hearts tightened...

Chapter 184 The Destined Ending

Dadu.

in the house.

"Song Daxia wants to leave?"

Feng Wuhen looked at Song Yuanqiao and asked indifferently.

"Oh, Master and his old man are still waiting for me to go back. Now that the person has been found, I should return to Wudang."

Song Yuanqiao nodded and spoke slowly, but his words were obviously lacking in confidence.

"Okay, but he can't go."

Feng Wuhen nodded, glanced at Song Qingshu behind Song Yuanqiao, and said calmly.

He had guessed Song Yuanqiao's thoughts early in the morning, so he told Lan Jian not to let Song Qingshu go.

If Song Qingshu followed Song Yuanqiao back to Wudang, regardless of life or death, he would be Wudang's responsibility, and the problem would fall on Zhang Sanfeng.

But he didn't want to share Zhang Sanfeng's worries, it was just because Song Qingshu, Cheng Kun, and the Seventh Prince were in the same boat, if this was the case, then Song Qingshu deserved to die.

"Wuhen, although Qingshu made a big mistake, he is a Wudang disciple after all, so he should be dealt with by Wudang, what do you think?"

Song Yuanqiao looked at Feng Wuhen, as if asking with a hint of pleading.

"This matter is no longer purely about Wudang, Song Daxia should know."

Feng Wuhen said lightly.

Hearing Feng Wuhen's words, Song Yuanqiao's face became more serious, and he couldn't think of a better way for a while.

"Bastard, why don't you kneel down and admit your mistake!?"

Suddenly, Song Yuanqiao turned his head to stare at Song Qingshu, and shouted sharply.

Because of the sudden fire, even Song Qingshu was taken aback, froze for a moment, then hurriedly knelt down on the ground.

"Brother..."

"presumptuous!"

"No... Pavilion Master Feng, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't be used by Cheng Kun, I shouldn't be your enemy, I don't dare anymore, please spare my life."

Song Qingshu knelt on the ground, looked at Feng Wuhen pleadingly and said.

This scene was something he never expected.

Originally, he thought that Feng Wuhen would die in Wudang, and that he would never live under Feng Wuhen's shadow again.

Five years ago, the day Feng Wuhen became famous in the first battle, he began to harbor jealousy, even hatred.

Originally, he was the most outstanding disciple of Wudang's young generation, but with the appearance of Feng Wuhen, everything changed. Everyone knew that Wudang had a Feng Wuhen who single-handedly challenged the five sects, and the whole Wudang was talking about it every day Looking at this disciple who had already quit Wudang.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Wuji appeared again, which was tantamount to making the situation worse, making him who had attracted much attention gradually forgotten by everyone.

So he is not reconciled, he hates.

But until now, the ending has proved that he is just a flash in the pan, not to mention Feng Wuhen, he is even inferior to Zhang Wuji.

Now he just wants to live, so no matter how Feng Wuhen humiliates him, as long as he can live, he is willing to suffer.

"You put the poison on?"

Feng Wuhen looked at Song Qingshu and asked indifferently.

"It's not me, it's him!"

Song Qingshu hurriedly pointed to the Wudang disciple beside him.

"He ordered me!"

That Wudang disciple knelt down on the ground with a plop, pointed at Song Qingshu and retorted loudly.

"court death!"

When Song Qingshu heard this, he swung out his palm out of desperation, and slashed directly on the man's face.

There was a scream, and the Wudang disciple fell to the ground, bleeding to death from his seven orifices.

"Qingshu! You..."

Seeing this sudden scene, Song Yuanqiao froze in place with a powerless expression on his face.

"Seven Heroes, Mo Shenggu, did you kill him?"

Feng Wuhen didn't stop the dog from biting the dog just now, still looking at Song Qingshu, and asked lightly.

"I didn't do it on purpose, I just missed it for a while..."

Song Qingshu hid the sternness in his eyes, and looked at Feng Wuhen explaining seriously with a bitter face.

"enough!"

Before Song Qingshu finished speaking, Feng Wuhen interrupted directly.

Hearing these two words, Song Yuanqiao was shocked.

"Be an ordinary person in the next life."

Feng Wuhen said something lightly, his right index finger suddenly bent, and then flicked lightly.

An invisible force shot out, hitting Song Qingshu's eyebrows!

No screams, no struggles.

I saw Song Qingshu limply falling backwards slowly, his expression was still stiff, but he had already died.

died.

Song Yuanqiao was shocked, turned around and looked at Song Qingshu who was lying motionless on the ground, his legs were weak, and he fell to his knees.

"Qingshu!?"

A roar came from Song Yuanqiao's mouth, and then he was seen hugging Song Qingshu's body with tears streaming down his face, with a complicated expression, disappointment, sadness, and a trace of despair.

After all, he still failed to take his son away alive.

Zhou Zhiruo frowned slightly as she watched what was happening before her eyes.

In his eyes now, Feng Wuhen looks like a completely different person from five years ago, and she never thought that Feng Wuhen would personally kill Song Qingshu in front of Song Yuanqiao.

She didn't know whether it was good and evil, or ruthless.

After a long time, Song Yuanqiao finally stopped crying, picked up Song Qingshu's body, and walked out slowly without looking at Feng Wuhen again.

Whether Song Qingshu is right or wrong, he is Song Yuanqiao's only son after all.

Facing Feng Wuhen, who killed his own son with his own hands, but could make the whole martial arts world tremble by stomping his feet, what can he do?

"Grandpa, let's go first."

Zhang Cuishan cupped his hands at Feng Wuhen, and slowly left with the remaining Wudang disciples, everyone looked solemn.

The scene just now was not a happy thing.

Feng Wuhen didn't speak, took a deep breath, and slowly walked in front of Zhou Zhiruo, untied Zhou Zhiruo's rope with his own hands, and untied the acupuncture points on Zhou Zhiruo's body that had been sealed by special techniques.

"On Wudang Mountain, you killed all the disciples of the Emei Sect who were present?"

Zhou Zhiruo looked at Feng Wuhen and asked in a deep voice.

"You go."

Feng Wuhen didn't answer, just said lightly.

"Although Ding Minjun deserves to die, you shouldn't have killed all the disciples of the Emei Sect. They are not wrong to die!"

Zhou Zhiruo frowned and said.

Feng Wuhen's silence had already answered her question.

"If you want to avenge them, I'll be there anytime."

Feng Wuhen said lightly.

Hearing Feng Wuhen's words, Zhou Zhiruo's complexion darkened with complicated eyes.

"Even if you saved me today, I won't be grateful! Put away the Yitian sword, sooner or later I will get it back with my own hands!"

Zhou Zhiruo stopped for a moment, glanced at the Yitian Sword that Feng Wuhen was carrying on his back, left a word, and strode out.

Feng Wuhen didn't say anything, didn't look at it, just stood there quietly, listening to the footsteps gradually going away.

He has never regretted what he has done, even if he has another chance.

If Zhou Zhiruo really brought the Emei faction to seek revenge one day in the future, he would kill her without hesitation.

I would rather let the people of the world lose me than let the people of the world lose me!

This is the truth that Feng Wuhen understood five years ago.

...

The next day, Feng Wuhen dismissed all the hundreds of masters who came to Yitian Prefecture for support, let them return to Kyushu, and launched a counterattack against all those who dared to be enemies of Tianyahai Pavilion.

And he took Lan Xinyu and others on the road again, intending to go to Liao Kingdom to rescue Xiao Feng.

But when the group of them left the metropolis, a group of silent people followed behind them.

Friend or foe?

unknown yet...

Chapter 185 The Killer That Shouldn't Appear

Yitian State.

frontier.

Living in a market town.

A black carriage and dozens of white horses entered the town mightily, and stopped in front of an inn, attracting the attention of many people.

Although this is a border town, there are quite a few merchants and people from all walks of life, but people have never seen such a grand traveler, just the dozens of all-white horses are not so agreeable to gather. And all those sitting on the horseback were beautiful and flowery sword-wielding women.

Feng Wuhen walked out of the carriage slowly, and walked into the inn under the warm greeting of the waiter.

Faced with such a large order of business, even if the group of customers had a complicated background at first glance, Xiao Er couldn't care less.

Lan Xinyu didn't follow in immediately, but stood at the door and glanced at the distant street. A sneer flashed across the corner of his mouth, and he nodded to the several sword-wielding women beside him.

A few women with swords understood, walked straight into the inn, and then slipped out through the back door.

Time passed quickly, and it was dusk in a blink of an eye.

in a room.

Feng Wuhen was sitting at the table, sipping the wine in the pot, and there was a plate of peanuts on the table.

Lan Xinyu stood aside respectfully.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

Lan Xinyu turned around and opened the door. It was one of the women with swords who quietly left the inn after receiving the signal.