Zhu Hong cultivated a more advanced life-saving mastery, after the jade trick, he flew away from the hole, the body was as light as a swallow, he came and went freely, leaped and flew, and did not need to rely on external force at all, so he flew from the hole to the top of the cliff, one step became three steps, and he ran back to the bamboo forest pool in three steps and two steps.

"Godfather, godfather, how is the master?"

Zhu Hong walked into the residence and asked Huang Wei, who had a sad face.

Huang Wei held his chin sadly, and looked at Bafeng Zhenren with a blank eye, "Hey, the body is poisonous and harsh, there are strangers in the heart, your master's heart is disordered, and the blood is mixed, this is the disease of Zhongfu!"

When Zhu Hong heard this, he took two steps back in amazement, and said with tears in his eyes, "Why did you hurt my master?"

Huang Wei sighed and said, "I'm afraid this is caused by your master's depression for many years, and it has nothing to do with people!"

When Zhu Hong heard this, he rebuked loudly and retorted, "Impossible, you are talking nonsense." The master is good, why is he in ambush?"

Zhu Hong gritted his teeth and said, "It must be an old thief in Guangxin, a plottering master, destroying my mountain gate." ”

"Guangxin old thief, I will never die with you!"

Zhu Hong's rage, the breath passed, the wind in the residence did not stop, the trees shook and the bamboos shook, Huang Wei sighed, and suddenly his spirit lifted and screamed, "My good man, you have five realms in one breath?"

Zhu Hong didn't bother to pay attention to it, since he broke through the realm, his godfather Huang Wei, the primordial god who relied on Zhu Hong, was completely driven by Zhu Hong, and he was no longer afraid.

"Take good care of my master, I have something to deal with. ”

On the mountain road of Zique Peak, Zhu Hong stood alone, and on a huge stone tablet beside him, there were big characters engraved with the words he had just written with true qi.

"The sect is heavy, and the offender is dead!"

The seven big characters contain Zhu Hong's hatred, ruthlessness, and absoluteness, all of which are the determination to draw a clear line with Huang Detang and stand on the side.

However, who is the master plotted against, I am afraid that it will be difficult to seek justice just by a moment of anger. Moreover, starting a sect is by no means something that can be done in a moment.

At the moment, since he didn't tear his face, Zhu Hong was still a disciple of Huang Detang.

"Okay, I'll participate in the selection and make you disgraced and discredited. ”

"The loss of the artifact is a great crime, and when the time comes, I will see how you believe that the old thief has the face to live in this world. ”

Zhu Hong looked in the direction of Huang Detang, looked at Dongjiang Lake, and smiled!

Soon after Zhu Hong returned to Zique Peak, the governor of Suzhou sent his own soldiers to lead the guards, and together with the letter written by Prince Jianpu and the chief confidant of his confidants, he escorted the disciples who participated in the assessment in Suzhou into Zique Peak.

Zhu Hong read the letter written by the prince himself, and sneered in his heart. Nan Liang has long been dissatisfied with Huang Detang standing tall with an artifact and dominating the party. It's called the Temper of the Spirit, I'm sorry.

"Tell the prince that Feiling Mountain will open a monument in the future, collect disciples and preach, and still need the full support of the prince, and has reached the inheritance of incense for the benefit of the common people. At that time, the disciples will be successful in learning and art, and they will enter the state capitals of the court, and they will be recommended by the prince to carry their kindness. ”

Zhu Hong's remarks are the conditions for the exchange of interests between the two, which can be regarded as a verbal agreement. But just like this, the commander of the guard and the chief of the prince were satisfied, and complimented him repeatedly.

"Hmph, no matter in the past or present life, this world is all about power and money, and it deserves to be!"

The chief steward of the prince was a fair-skinned old eunuch, and he asked angrily, "I don't know how you plan to assess the students?" This time, the prince sent a thousand craftsmen, who could build on the mountain and rest on the earth. Please advise!"

When Zhu Hong heard this, after thinking about it for a while, he was even more confident that he was almost sure of the idea.