After He Chang copied five poems of Youxian, he gave them to Xie Hao and others.

Then, he picked up the teapot and went upstream to get clean spring water, lit the stove, and boiled tea for the group to drink.

In the meantime, Xie Hao talked about taking He Changzai's works to participate in the National Calligraphy Competition, and Wu Dongmin, president of the Calligraphy Association, took a fancy to this piece of poetry and calligraphy and made it the champion.

He Changzai smiled at this, but he didn't care.

Just when the group was talking happily, He Chang caught a glimpse of Murong's father in a casual manner, covering his stomach with his hands and coming up the mountain with a pale face.

I couldn't help but get up quickly and ran over quickly.

Xie Hao and the others all looked shocked when they saw He Chang's ghostly speed and the afterimage of his body passing by, and their jaws were about to fall to the ground.

Amazement:

", I didn't expect the little brother to be a martial arts master, it's really inconspicuous and dewy!"

"I think you underestimated this little brother, do you know the Zhongnan Mountain Tragedy Incident!"

"Could it be that this little brother is an immortal cultivator who lives in seclusion in the mountains!"

"I don't think it should be bad, you look at the book of Guo Pu Youxian poems he left behind, the vicissitudes of life are simple, it should be some years!"

"I heard that some immortals, like Zhang Sanfeng, can live for hundreds of years, and some can still look old, and the little brother may be older than us!"

"I think there is a possibility, no wonder he is very good at Qi cultivation and can be approachable. If it were another young man in his twenties, he would have to jump up with excitement when he heard that he could win the national calligraphy championship when he heard his own handwriting!"

......

Tian Yao, who was watching the fish on the side, heard these old guys say that He Changzai was a person who was not old and was the same age as them.

Subconsciously glanced at him, pursed his lips, looked a little displeased, and at the same time had a strange feeling in his heart.

He Changzai ran to the middle-aged man and found that he was seriously injured and dying.

"Daughter...... I want to see my daughter one last time!"

The middle-aged man's voice was hoarse, and he said weakly:

"Don't Talk......"

He Chang admonished, took out seven golden needles from his pocket, and helped the middle-aged man stabilize his injuries.

After Xie Jun and the others saw He Chang using a golden needle to heal the middle-aged man's injuries, they couldn't help but exclaim one by one.

"I didn't expect the little brother to be a Chinese medicine doctor, it's really hidden!"

"I don't know if you see it clearly, the little brother uses a golden needle, I have a bit of a strategy about Chinese medicine, since ancient times, only the holy hand of Chinese medicine will use the golden needle!"

", I didn't look at it carefully just now, you look at this teacup, it's Ru porcelain!"

"Oh my God, I actually drank tea with Ru porcelain just now, and I ruined the heavens...... If my hand shakes and I break one, even if I put this old life in it, I can't afford to pay for it!"

"Little brother, you can drink tea with a teacup made of Ru porcelain, and make the best use of it, obviously you have reached the realm of returning to the basics, it's really amazing!"

After He Chang gave the middle-aged man an injection, he went to the bamboo house and hugged Murong out.

As soon as Murong saw the appearance of the middle-aged man, he cried loudly.

"Dad, you can't be fine...... Dad, if something happens to you, what should I do alone!"

Immediately afterward, she turned her gaze to He Chang Zai, her eyes sparkling, and prayed:

"Brother Chang, you must save my father!"

"Murong don't worry, with me, your dad will be fine!"

At this moment, a group of more than a dozen people from the rivers and lakes, holding various weapons, went up to the mountain.

After seeing the middle-aged man one by one, they all looked angry and said sharply.

"Mu Zhigui, my third brother competed with you and was brutally killed by you, today I came to you for revenge!"

"And my little sister, if you fall to death, I will not let you go!"

"Mu Zhigui, you are notorious and full of evil, and today next year will be your death day!"

"Huaxia martial arts, pay attention to the point to the end, peace is precious, but you have repeatedly hurt people's lives, and you are not worthy of being a martial artist at all!"

......

Mu Zhigui looked at everyone and said in a deep voice:

I, Mu Zhigui, do things alone, and I ask you to let my daughter go......"

As soon as they heard this, the group of people who went up the mountain to seek revenge were angry and spoke one after another.

"Mu Zhigui, you were young and vigorous at the time, but you never let my sister go!"

"Mu Zhigui, have you forgotten that I failed in the competition with you and escaped death, how did you ** my wife and throw her into the well and drown!"

"Mu Zhigui, have you forgotten how you kicked my elderly grandmother to death!"

......

After Xie Hao and the others heard the words of the group, they couldn't help but gasp.

They didn't believe at all that Mu Zhigui, who was loyal and honest on the outside, would do such a thing that would lose his conscience.

"Ladies and gentlemen, when is the time for retribution, I am tired of this life of hiding...... I hope that the sins I have committed can be atoneted by death, and I only ask you to spare my daughter!"

As he spoke, Mu Zhigui suddenly pulled out a dagger from his waist and stabbed it into his heart.

Then, his eyes widened, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground.

"Daddy, Daddy!"

Murong fell on top of Mu Zhigui and couldn't stop crying.

Listening to the words of the surrounding group of people who went up the mountain to find enemies, for Mu Zhigui's death.

He Changzai has no sympathy and pity, he thinks that good and evil will be rewarded in the end.

When a person does a bad thing, he should bear the corresponding consequences, so he didn't stop him from committing suicide!

Although Mu Zhigui died, the group that chased up the mountain had no intention of leaving, and walked slowly towards Murong one by one.

He Changzai arched his hand in the group of people who rushed over, and said in a deep voice:

"Everyone, there is a wrong, there is a debtor, Mu Zhigui is dead, the little girl is innocent, please raise your noble hands and don't embarrass her!"

", as the saying goes, if you don't die when you fight a snake, you will be bitten by a snake, we have to let this little girl go, what if she learns the skills in the future and asks us to avenge her father!"

"Yes, if you don't cut the grass and don't remove the roots, there will be endless troubles!"

"This little girl is innocent, isn't my wife innocent, when Mu Zhigui was the animal ** her, she was still pregnant!"

"And my sister, who was thrown to death by her!"

"My grandmother, who was originally in good health and could live for a few years, who knew that Mu Zhigui, a beast, directly brutally killed her in order to threaten my father to compete with him!"

......

Murong saw that these people who went up the mountain to seek revenge had hideous faces, their eyes showed fierce light, and they were afraid, and their small bodies subconsciously shrank for a moment.

"Murong, don't be afraid, everything is with me, no one can hurt you!"

He Chang leaned over and touched Murong's head, comforted her, and after accepting the golden needle on Mu Zhigui's body, he motioned to Han Shuang, who was standing outside the bamboo house, to take her away.

Then, he glanced at the group of people who went up the mountain to seek revenge, and said with a serious face:

"This little girl, I'm sure, whoever wants to touch her has to pass my level first!"

As soon as they heard this, the group of people who went up the mountain to seek revenge looked at He Changzai, and they all laughed, with a look of disdain and disdain on their faces, and they didn't take him seriously at all.