"Impossible!"

Zhang Mingyuan had a sneer in his eyes: "If there is no true biography, then you tell me, why did you start later than me, but quickly surpassed me?" ”

"Why am I going to surpass you? You know, when you're busy showing off your calligraphy and paintings, when you're getting compliments, I'm practicing, when you're eating, drinking, and having fun, I'm practicing, when you're trying to find the true legacy of your teacher, I'm practicing. ”

"No matter how windy or rainy, I lie down next to the pool to grind and practice, didn't you say that the pool was poured ink into it, so it was so dark, then I will tell you now, it was because I practiced calligraphy by the pool every day, and the ink stained the pool black!"

"The teacher taught us to be low-key, to concentrate on researching knowledge, to improve skills, and blindly chasing the illusory fame and fortune, which is the idea that only fools will have!"

He Junxuan read between the lines, revealing a sense of perseverance, every word is beautiful!

When he heard him say this, everyone on the field couldn't help but think of the cold winter, even if the young man was shivering from the cold, he was still lying on the edge of the ink pool and practicing diligently.

Under the scorching sun, the boy sweated like rain, but he still worked tirelessly, endured loneliness, and sublimated and refined his abilities in ice and fire.

"Gollum."

I don't know who it is, so I swallowed my spit.

For some reason, they did not doubt the authenticity of He Junxuan's words at all, and a strong respect rose in their hearts.

Such efforts are worthy of today's strength!

Zhang Mingyuan's face was ugly, and he muttered to himself: "Impossible, impossible, you have definitely learned the true biography, and the teacher is unfair." ”

"Don't be obsessed with it anymore!" He Junxuan stopped drinking, and immediately drank Zhang Mingyuan, Zhang Mingyuan looked at him in a daze, and then tears actually flowed out of his eyes.

He looked at Huang Lao, suddenly knelt on the ground, and wept bitterly: "Teacher, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I have always blamed you, can you forgive me, please forgive me......"

Huang Lao was silent slightly, and then sighed heavily.

He used to raise Zhang Mingyuan as a son, but now why did he become what he is now, his apprentices and two dragons and tigers competed, and finally killed their heads and bloodshed.

But fortunately, Zhang Mingyuan can be regarded as knowing his mistakes and being able to change them, which is very good.

Huang Lao got up slowly, hunched his back and walked slowly in front of Zhang Mingyuan, and then stretched out his hands and gently lifted him up.

Zhang Mingyuan lowered his head and got up, and a trace of coldness suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"Teacher, I know it's wrong." Zhang Mingyuan hugged Huang Lao tightly and put his head on Huang Lao's shoulder, just covering Huang Lao's head.

"Good boy, it's too late to know what was wrong." Huang Lao gently patted him on the back and comforted him with a kind face.

Suddenly, he felt a force emanating from Zhang Mingyuan's body, this force made him breathless, and he opened his mouth to shout for help, but found that his throat and jaw were tightly contained by Zhang Mingyuan's shoulder.

He couldn't stop screaming.

Zhang Mingyuan whispered in his ear: "Teacher, I'm sorry, please die, my reputation, my reputation has been accumulated until now, I must not fall short like this, you are already so old, I am still very young, please fulfill me!" ”

There was a hint of pleading in his tone.

Huang Lao's eyes widened, his face was full of disbelief, he couldn't believe that such words would actually come out of Zhang Mingyuan's mouth.

God is pitiful, I have always treated him as my own son, even if he did such a deceitful thing back then, he didn't really blame him.

Otherwise, if he really wanted to question him, he would never have gotten away until now!

You must know that even if he lives in seclusion and does not pursue fame and fortune, there will still be many people who beg him, and his status is still very lofty in the circle of top families, and his calligraphy and painting are hard to find.

This is also the reason why He Junxuan, the young master of the He family, would worship him as a teacher when he was a child.

However, this time, Huang Lao's eyes were full of vicissitudes, and a cloudy teardrop flowed down his old cheek.

Three years ago, Zhang Mingyuan deceived the world and stole his name, making himself ten years old overnight!

Three years later, Zhang Mingyuan is still not satisfied, this time he wants his own life!

As a teacher, I can teach people to read and write, play the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but I can't teach them how to be a good person.

He was ashamed.

At the last moment of his life, he suddenly recalled He Junxuan's figure in his mind, that resolute and brave child, it was really distressing!

He barely opened his eyes, but saw He Junxuan's tall and handsome figure constantly enlarging in front of his eyes.

Was he dazzled, or was he hallucinating when he was dying?

Touch!

Zhang Mingyuan, who was holding Huang Lao tightly, was kicked to the ground, and a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, while Huang Lao finally broke free and was held by He Junxuan before he went to the end.

He Junxuan frowned tightly and stretched out his hand, and suddenly put on his pulse, feeling that Huang Lao's pulse was very weak, he didn't care about anything else, and directly urged the true qi in his body to pour into Huang Lao's body.

"You don't have to save me, ahem, your medical skills are taught by me, I know my own physical condition best, even if I don't die now, I won't live long, then just fulfill his wish, he is right, he is still young......"

Huang Lao coughed violently, and several red strangulation marks on his throat were clearly visible.

"Damn brute!"

He Junxuan looked coldly at Zhang Mingyuan, whose mouth was overflowing with blood.

At this moment, Zhang Mingyuan actually grinned and showed a bright smile, Huang Lao will definitely die this time, he has made a lot of effort, how can an old man like Huang Lao be able to bear it.

What if what he did was discovered by He Junxuan, Huang Lao was already dead, and he didn't need to be ruined, because the only witness on the field was gone.

He Junxuan's words alone could not convict him.

Thinking of this, the smile on his face became brighter and brighter, and he even let out a light laugh.

At this moment, he was relieved.

"Huang Lao!" Mu He looked at the scene in front of him in surprise, why the previous touching hug had become like this.

Before he could even react, he had already seen He Junxuan kick out and kick Zhang Mingyuan to the ground, and then saw Huang Lao fall to the ground in a dejected manner.

He didn't care about anything else, so he immediately rushed forward and helped He Junxuan to support Huang Lao, with a worried face.

Huang Lao is his enlightenment teacher, and Mu He has a deep respect for him.

"Teacher, don't worry, I can't die in you." He Junxuan said.

As he continued to pour true qi into Huang Lao's body, the strangulation marks on Huang Lao's neck gradually faded, his breathing slowly became smoother, and even the wrinkles on his face were reduced a lot, and the roots of his hair faintly turned black.

This is the power of immortal cultivators.

However, this has to be attributed to He Junxuan, he didn't just use his true qi this time, in order to save Huang Lao, he didn't let him make any mistakes, and even didn't hesitate to use his original true qi.

The Origin True Qi is the foundation of an immortal cultivator, and if you use a little bit, you will have to accumulate a lot, if you want to recover it, you must accumulate a lot.

But none of this is important to Huang Lao's life.

A trace of shock flashed in Huang Lao's eyes, he really felt that the vitality in his body was vigorous, and the whole person seemed to be more than ten years younger, and he instantly made up for the original loss.

"Junxuan......" He forced his body and wanted to say something to He Junxuan.

"Teacher, I'll take care of this matter, so you can rest." He Junxuan said categorically, with an unquestionable tone in his tone.

Huang Lao was slightly stunned, then closed his eyes and agreed: "That's it, it's okay." ”

Then he motioned for Mu He to help him to the chair and no longer look at what was happening here.

If he was just disappointed in Zhang Mingyuan before, there was still this glimmer of expectation, hoping that he would be able to reform himself.

Now, he was in utter despair.

Zhang Mingyuan's move like this is to deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors!

"Zhang Mingyuan, I originally thought you were just a brute, but I didn't expect that you were not even as good as a brute!"

He Junxuan's cold voice resounded throughout the venue.