CHAPTER XV

Maggots

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In front of Changhong Palace, in the cold wind, Jiang Heng still had his own decision.

But before he could act on this decision, he had to deal with the battle that was still covering the Qingyan Ancient Sect at the moment.

"...... before you act"

Jiang Heng threw out the ancient rusty sword, and the imperial sword flew out of Changhong Peak: "These maggots must be cleaned up!"

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"Are you finally going to do it?"

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On the sunset peak, it was almost early autumn.

Except for a green bamboo forest planted next to Jiang Liu'er's courtyard, most of the entire mountain forest is occupied by maple trees whose leaves have begun to turn red.

The sunset and the red glow meet, and the autumn scenery here is particularly magnificent, and the frost is full of color.

Contrary to the usual cyan color of the Qingyan Mountains, it is also correct to say that it is a little red in the 10,000 pages.

These were planted by Jiang Heng half a year ago, and at this moment, the maple leaf forest has bloomed beautifully......

"It's harvest time!"

Jiang Heng said: "I hope this year's things don't have to stay next year!"

"Then finish the matter here as soon as possible......"

Closure?

How easy it is to say that!

Jiang Heng still hasn't found out what happened eleven years ago?

At this point, even Deyou and Liang Gong, who have become ghosts, can't give a specific answer. Because in their memories, they know almost as little as they do.

It's just a few more details, and these details also hope to be helpful in the investigation of this matter in the future.

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Go back to the three days of the Qingyan Ancient Sect.

Jiang Heng stayed at Sunset Peak most of the time, turning around and looking at the disciples who had newly joined Sunset Peak.

There are many good seedlings among them, and they are all as diligent as Shang Zicheng.

"Where's your weapon?"

Jiang Heng privately called Shang Zicheng to his side, and watched him take out a broken Fan Iron Sword from the seventh order of the Martial Arts Realm.

Jiang Heng generously took out a silverstone longsword in the ring, and this sword was a weapon that had been abandoned for a long time from the Deyu ring.

At this moment, it can be regarded as borrowing flowers to offer Buddha, but for Shang Zicheng, it is undoubtedly a charcoal in the snow.

But Jiang Heng also put forward his request:

"In the future, you will not only be an inner disciple, I hope you can also be a part-time tutor of the outer disciple of Sunset Peak, you shouldn't mind this!"

Shang Zicheng nodded hurriedly: "I must do my best!"

"Don't be nervous...... Jiang Heng patted him on the shoulder: "You and I are both children of poor families, and we have been able to get to where we are today by hard work, and we must have suffered humiliation along the way." ”

After listening to a few words of comfort, Jiang Heng and Shangzi separated.

For the restlessness he had been waiting for had already appeared.

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On Changhong Peak, the two elders of Chenghua and Yongde, who had returned, finally appeared.

With Qin Binyu and other hundreds of disciples, they gathered in front of the Changhong Palace.

Facing the stone cave mountain that had already come forward, those disciples who had not passed the assessment no longer had their previous worries at the moment, and shouted very arrogantly in front of the Changhong Palace:

"Let Jiang Heng get out!"

The stone cave mountain shouted coldly: "Presumptuous! Jiang Heng is the deputy head, how can you call him by his name!"

"Then why is it okay for Jiang Heng to call the head of the sect by his name?" Gong Anping yelled at Shidong Mountain, and Shidong Mountain's face was cold: "He has been the head of the Qingyan faction from the beginning, and he is at the same level as Heng Song Zhenren, and two people at the same level call him by his name, can't he?"

It's just that no matter how Shidongshan replied to them with a gloomy expression, but at this moment, it was as if he had admitted his death, and he had to make a big deal here.

"We've paid for it!" Gao Qing, who had already been humiliated by Jiang Heng among the outer disciples, and Gao Ling, who had lost his mentor qualifications, shouted in unison: "If we don't give us the treatment we deserve, we will leave the Qingyan Ancient Sect immediately, and we will tell everyone that you Qingyan Ancient Sect rebelled!"

The shouting was so loud that it spread almost throughout the entire Changhong Peak.

And immediately after their voices, a cold voice came like a ghost—

"Paid?"

Everyone turned around, and Jiang Heng's cold face appeared after the cold voice.

With his hands behind his back, step by step, he walked over heavily, stared at the group of disciples, and asked in a cold voice, "Who did you pay the money to?"

Whether it is momentum or strength, none of these disciple-level figures can compare to Jiang Heng.

They themselves know this very well, and they know even more how ruthless Jiang Heng's shot is.

Many disciples subconsciously touched their legs, remembering that Jiang Heng had broken the legs of many disciples with a bamboo stick.

Especially Lian Chenghua, the two elders of Yongde were also knocked down by him with one blow.

Therefore, compared to the strictness of Shidong Mountain, they were more afraid of Jiang Heng's domineering.

Seeing a group of stunned disciples, Chenghua snorted coldly, 'waste', so he had to stand up by himself, glared at Jiang Heng and said, "Give it to the old man!"

He looked at Jiang Heng, and his eyes were mixed with different colors.

Naturally, it was because a few days ago, the four of them were joining forces to ambush him, but they didn't expect that there was a backstage of the True Martial Realm behind him.

But at this moment, there was an order from above, and he had to follow the instructions from above.

Jiang Heng stepped up and glared at Elder Chenghua: "Elder Chenghua, are there rules for collecting money in our door rules?"

Chenghua replied, "Yes!"

Jiang Heng asked, "Who decided it?"

Chenghua said without showing weakness: "The old man is determined!"

That 'that's Lao Tzu, what can you do with me'.

Immediately, Jiang Heng shouted angrily: "Bold!"

His voice suddenly increased, enough to be clear enough that the anger in his tone was clear: "Only the head of the sect can set the door rules, and you dare to make the door rules indiscriminately by an elder! Is this to overstep your authority, or do you want to rebel against the top?"

Chenghua hurriedly retorted: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Then where did you come from? What qualifications do you have to set the rules? If it weren't for the fact that you have a tiger beard and are old, I wouldn't even bother to call you an elder!"

Jiang Heng didn't give him any chance, and his anger continued to be released: "Don't think that if you stay in the Qingyan Ancient Sect for a few more days, you will rely on the old man to make some flowers!"

Chenghua knew that in terms of eloquence, he couldn't compare to Jiang Heng, but he couldn't do it, so he had to blurt out: "You!

"You are presumptuous!" Jiang Heng's eyes widened: "This seat is the deputy head of the Qingyan Ancient Sect, and you are just an elder who dares to shout at this seat." I will not take this deputy head of this seat in my eyes! I will not take the rules of the Qingyan Ancient Sect in my eyes! I will not take those ancestors of the Qingyan Ancient Sect who agree with this seat in my eyes!"

For a while, Chenghua said dumbly: "I ......"

"Thinking of your old age and faintness, this seat doesn't care about it today!"

After Jiang Heng's cold gaze flashed from Chenghua's body, it fell on Qin Binyu and hundreds of other people: "As for you ......"

He made no secret of his disgust with their group:

"A swarm of maggots, waste!"