"Golden Knife Gate?...... Secret disciple?!" Wen Qingsong also calmed down at this time, he remembered the days when he and Lu Qingyun were together, those times, Lu Qingyun always charged ahead, blocking knives and guns for himself and his brothers, and when he was rewarded for meritorious deeds, he always stood silently on the side, smiling quietly, never fighting or grabbing, and asked him, he also said that all this was just for the second elder Yin Huangwu to teach the "Raven Body Method...... In 3 years, Lu Qingyun has only stayed in the Zhennan Gang for 3 years, in fact, he doesn't even have any ranking, and he hasn't received any substantial rewards, but he has already done two earth-shattering things for the Zhennan Gang! He was liked by the eldest lady Yin Xueli and was introduced as a righteous brother, so he had the privilege of acting with Wang Chunlai and others now, and had the opportunity to be taken care of by Yin Huangwu, otherwise, if he was given another three years, he would just be a little minion in the gang who couldn't hand in his name! However, he was able to stand out from the crowd of new entrants, wasn't it because of his outstanding ability, precise thinking, and ruthlessness? All of this can only be done by a secret disciple with such ability......

A drink and a peck are all predetermined, and seemingly unrelated details are combined in everything to make everything logical. The secret disciples of the pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info secret disciples, in fact, are the most miserable people in the cruel world, they have unique skills, but they often can't get ahead, because they are human backups, shouldering secret and heavy responsibilities, they must be incognito, avoid everyone's sight, so that in case the sect is annihilated by a strong enemy, become the destined fish to slip through the net, survive, rebuild the sect, and re-pass on a magic skill or a set of moves, such people, often geniuses, can not be played in a lifetime, almost all of them die of depression. Lu Qingyun, I'm afraid he really can't stand the loneliness, so he angrily shot out when the Zhennan Gang was in trouble, helped the fist, made friends, and finally will definitely be absorbed into the gang, because the Zhennan Gang and Lu Qingyun, who have the right heart and are determined to do chivalrous righteousness all their lives, are like two magnets with opposite polarities, they will inevitably attract each other, a few words of persuasion and lobbying, I'm afraid it will be difficult to refuse the desire in my heart, after all, their Zhennan Gang is not an organization connected by a group of like-minded people? The Zhennan Gang started from scratch, from small to large, isn't this how it got up?

Although the scale of the number of people is only a few hundred, aren't these people all the elite among the scholars? He Lu Qingyun not only knows how to use knives, but his writing is also remarkable.

Wen Qingsong calmed down and thought about it, and then he understood everything. The one who is close to ink is black, the one who is close to Zhu is red, the gentleman meets the gentleman, the hero meets the hero, if you want to become friends, it's really difficult!

He only understood the pain in Lu Qingyun's heart at this moment, he knew that no one in this world had ever been able to inherit two different sects at the same time, and revive two different "Dao" at the same time, this is not a matter of loyalty such as "three family slaves", but a matter of cultivation and energy, a sect, a kind of inheritance, revival and continuation, it takes a person a lifetime to complete, or even several generations to exhaust their lives to complete. Fengyuan Continent, cruel and bloody, if you want to continue the glory of a skill, a tradition, and a sect on the bloody rivers and lakes, it is very difficult, it is the blood and darkness that must be rushed out in the endless natural and man-made disasters, that is the great cause that must be taught in an obscure corner, test the mind, do not admire the powerful and stick to the great cause that can be completed by yourself, not in thirty or fifty years, and in half a lifetime to deal with it. Fengyuan Continent, since ancient times, the inheritance of divine skills has always been one in ten, if it were not for the emergence of a large number of new kinds of divine skills and new kinds of martial arts in each generation, the civilization of divine skills would have perished long ago.

Wen Qingsong understood Lu Qingyun's pain, guilt and timidity, he was not afraid of taking responsibility, but he couldn't choose to continue the inheritance of the Zhennan Gang at all, he was already burdened with the inheritance of the Golden Daomen, what else could he do?

He joined the Zhennan Gang, and he had already done something wrong, but Wen Qingsong didn't intend to pursue such a mistake, because such a mistake was "right", at least Wen Qingsong himself seemed to be "right", Lu Qingyun was talented and intelligent, and his potential was endless, even if he ended up being a protector elder of the Zhennan Gang, it was much better than dying silently with the inheritance of the Golden Daomen on his back, as long as he did not serve as the leader of the Zhang Nan Gang and did not bear the inheritance of the Zhennan Gang, logically speaking, it would not be considered a betrayal of the Golden Daomen.

Wen Qingsong squatted down and gently helped Lu Qingyun up, he felt guilty, happy, embarrassed, and even more desperate. "The Zhennan Gang has been able to attract a secret disciple of the Golden Dao Sect to enter the door, which can be regarded as a glory that can be boasted of......! Since you are a secret disciple, you can't go to the soup for this matter and give your life in vain!"

He said it affectionately, without the slightest pretentiousness, but Lu Qingyun did not feel the slightest comfort from his words, only the intense pain like ten thousand arrows piercing his heart. "I'm not worthy, I'm not worthy to be the fourth brother's brother...... When I swore a blood oath, I said that I would die on the same day and month as my fourth brother...... At that time, I felt that the fourth brother was so smart, full of opportunities, and I myself was a peerless student, and I had a long knife in the world, if the fourth brother couldn't save him when he was in danger, what kind of face would I have to live in the world...... But who would have thought that now I, Lu Qingyun, would not dare to live up to the expectations of my master, nor would I be able to watch the fourth brother die alone!" he said, tears fell big and big, and in the hazy vision, he didn't see the silver dust sitting on the side, and suddenly clenched his right fist, and on the back of his silver-colored hand like a metal prosthetic, dark purple blood vessels burst out.

"Qingyun ......" "That's enough! How long are you two going to cry!" Silver Dust's roar suddenly exploded in the room, like a powerful infrasonic weapon, the two big men were startled by his roar, and quickly got up from the ground, but everyone's eyes were only despair and guilt.

"Mr. ......"

"Don't say it, I'm responsible for this matter to the end. Silver Dust's deep, magnetic voice was mixed with a choked and hoarse noise. At this moment, he finally understood one thing, that is, in this wild and terrifying black world, there were still too many golden flashes.

"No wonder there are so many people in this world who want to be saviors, because there are too many things that need to be saved. Yinchen precipitated these words in his heart, and without saying it, he slowly stood up, leaving the two of them with a gorgeous silver back, and his long hair fluttered slowly in the windless room, like a banner for battle.

"Originally, I called the two of you here to exchange information, and then advance and retreat together, at least to save Yin Xueli, but not to let you cry and say goodbye to each other here! We only have 3 people left now, and it can be said that any loss can't withstand ......"

"Do we still have hope?" Lu Qingyun burst out, his eyes full of chaotic colors of despair and fantasy conflicting: "The power of the northerners is very strong......

"The greater the power, the more complex the system, the more loopholes, the more obvious the weaknesses......" Yinchen did not turn around, at this time his chest was blocked with the determination to refuse to retreat, he knew that he had no choice, he knew that his heart had no way out, whether it was a sword mountain and a sea of fire in front of him, or Shura Hell, he had to break through. Only then did he know that on his shoulders, he didn't know when he pressed the lives of Wen Qingsong and Lu Qingyun, Yin Xueli's lives, and the lives of tens of thousands of people in Xueyang City. He can't retreat, because he can't let his conscience, feelings and will, once again be humiliated, he has already failed twice, and he must not tolerate having a third time with the lives of Zhang Yating and Zhang Mengmeng respectively.

Zhennan Gang, in his heart, is not inferior to the Golden Daomen at this moment.

"But......" "No, but!" Wen Qingsong still wanted to persuade something, but was interrupted by Yinchen, it was the first time he had seen Yinchen so irritable, so rude and unsympathetic to interrupt others.

Yinchen took a deep breath, and then said in a relatively steady tone: "You went through so much last night, do you have anything to say? If not, just listen to my arrangement......"

"Okay. Wen Qingsong looked at Yinchen's back, compromising and retreating painfully, his heart full of sharp pain from the blade cutting through the flesh. "Obviously, you don't have to get involved, you can stay out of it...... Doesn't he know that we don't have any chances...... But why, why are the heroes of the world like this......" Wen Qingsong tortured himself in his heart, there was no answer, only a sharp pain in the flesh and blood, as if the wound that was pierced by the sharp arrows of the divine arm bow began to hurt again.

"I rushed back and forth in the Metropolitan Protectorate and hacked many people to death, and I also generally know most of the terrain of the Metropolitan Protectorate......" Wen Qingsong whispered, his voice choked and obscure at first, but then it became much smoother. His face softened, and he racked his brains to recall all the details that were useful and useless, including the monster with the huge head on its head.

“...... In the second half of the night, I rushed out of the Duhu Mansion to find some people we had known in Blood Sun City before, and also found a few people from other sects who had escaped by luck...... I found out that the monster who likes men is said to be called Gong Yibian's play, and he has a bit of a reputation in the troupe, he likes men, and is afraid of women, especially women with a little strength, he is very afraid, and he doesn't know if it's still like this...... "That was told to him by an "old drama bone" he picked out, and now that person is probably trying his best to escape from the city.

"I'm afraid of women. Yinchen's expression moved, and his sharp silver eyes slowly eased: "Then the next time I meet him, I won't be in a hurry." ”

The corners of his mouth twitched, but he didn't smile in the end.

"In the early hours of the morning, I only knew from a few old people, which northerners, they ......" Wen Qingsong's tone suddenly became gloomy.

"I already know this. Yinchen didn't let him go on, he knew that the next thing was about the massacre, there was actually nothing to talk about, the people of the north dared to slaughter the innocent people of the south, and their army was waiting to be cursed.

"What about Lu Qingyun?" Yinchen then asked, his tone was a little condescending, but it was only a little bit, he was in front of this boy who was no younger than himself, Zong unconsciously regarded himself as an elder.

"I patronized and killed people, cut down a lot of northerners, and I can be regarded as asking for some interest for those people. Lu Qingyun said truthfully: "Except that I saw some singing people being dragged away by the northerners like prisoners......

"It's fine. Yinchen turned around at this time, and a pair of silver eyes were full of Senluo-like coldness: "It's my turn next, and my news is just one, and the beacon is dead." ”

Among the three people, only Wen Qingsong exclaimed, Lu Qingyun's expression was quite calm, there was only worship in his eyes, Wen Qingsong's face was squeezed together with a shocked and happy expression, making his face a little ruddy, and he seemed to have recovered a lot of blood.

"But we can't be sure if there will be a more senior northerner general than Beacon City to take over the overall situation, so we need to monitor the northerners' movements...... Let's see if their military morale is upset...... I thought we'd just have to go out and spy on our own, but now...... Since Fourth Brother Wen has a little channel, then I will give you this task......" Yinchen said, and suddenly conjured a small unilateral earring out of thin air, which was a golden-colored diamond-shaped metal block with a golden hook, and a small cotton pompom ball under the hook. That thing was full of unknown mystery in the eyes of Lu Qingyun and Wen Qingsong, but for Yinchen, it was just a one-sided earhook, or an over-ear headset with a camera.

It was a gadget produced by his war space, and in the past five years, he had sealed a huge amount of gold jewelry with magic and buried it in the depths of the Golden Sword Gate's sect forbidden ground, freeing up a lot of space so that he could truly exert the power of the "Arcane Space-War Space Production Line". Although he can only make a few gadgets now, the horror of Kanonikor's industrial civilization has slowly shown its fangs.

Yinchen hung this thing on Wen Qingsong's right ear with his own hand, and then asked him to pull the hood: "This thing can guarantee the connection between you and me, and even save your life when you are in danger, but the premise is that you can't lose him...... When you go out later, my voice may come out of here, don't be surprised, and don't let anyone see this, otherwise no one will get you...... Okay, now you can move on your own, sleep for a while, and go out after lunch to help us inquire about information......" Yinchen said, pulling out Wen Qingsong's big axe from the arcane space, hesitated for a moment, put it back again, and took out a slender soft sword from the arcane space and handed it to Wen Qingsong. (To be continued.) )