There are no female disciples in the True Martial Arts Temple, and Hate Hongchen Yuan doesn't want to live in the "Shenque".

Although she is a woman in the rivers and lakes, she has always guarded the great defense of etiquette.

Just as she was about to leave the Xu family with her injuries, she happened to meet Li Xueci and had to turn back to the "Shenque".

Li Xueci is an elder of the Salt Gang and one of Zhang Suiguang's henchmen. Once he arrived at Xu's house, even if Zhang Suiguang didn't come, he would definitely arrive soon.

Hate Hongchen's injuries are on the shoulder blades and calves, and the wound is not deep.

Since leaving Jinzhou, there has not been a day when she has not lived in remorse, and the knife that night is destined to leave a scar on her heart.

"She's my sister..."

"She was my only relative in this world..."

"I... I killed her with my own hands, so many people in her mother-in-law's family..."

Every time she thought of this, her heart felt like it had been cut by a thousand blades, and the pain was indescribable. She has been raised as a hand-wrenching since she was a child, and she has no feelings for anyone except bodhicitta to teach herself martial arts and literacy.

Without feelings, the heart will not hurt, and there will be no regrets about what you have done.

However, when she stabbed Begonia in the back from behind, she really hurt and regretted it.

The bright moonlight reflected Begonia's face, a face that I had seen many, many times in the mirror.

She still remembers the disbelief and disbelief in Begonia's eyes when she looked back at her... Indescribable joy, "You... You're my sister?"

"Sister... Sister, is that you?" she clearly remembered the way Begonia had blood gushing out of her mouth and said this sentence with difficulty.

Where else could there be any mistakes? The hearts of the twins were clear, and the closeness in the depths of the blood was so real at that moment.

That kind of pain is a hundred, a thousand times stronger than the pain of the ghost's hand hooking the flesh and blood.

"Why do I want to stab this knife?" hated Hongchen and regretted it to death.

Every time she recalls that scene, she longs to cut off her own hands!

"Sister, I'm sorry... I'm sorry for you! If you explain what I do, I will do it for you, even if I don't want to!"

Hate Hongchen hurriedly raised his head, not daring to let tears flow out.

"You're really hiding here!" Zhang Suiguang's hearty laughter suddenly sounded in the small courtyard, like a greeting after meeting friends who hadn't seen him for many years.

There was no hostility on his face at all, and there was a description that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

"Hum~~~" Hate Hongchen didn't say a word, and pulled out her folding knife.

She grew up in the Nine Palaces since she was a child, and naturally knew that his smiling face was the most terrifying mask in the world, covering a cold and murderous heart.

Move like a meteor, go without a trace!

After the sound of "Huh~~~", Zhang Suiguang had already deceived himself into attacking in front of Hate Hongchen, turning his palms into claws with both hands, and quickly made a move.

Hate Hongchen dodged left and right, and was forced to almost can't make a move.

But teach her to abandon defense and attack, even if it is just one move, Zhang Suiguang may take the opportunity to crush her throat before her short knife hurts him.

His claws went up and down, attacking Hate Hongchen's waist and throat one in and one out, chasing her two vital points like two ghost hands.

"Bang!"

Hate Hongchen retreated, and before his feet settled, Zhang Suiguang kicked her over, hit her lower abdomen, kicked her out of Zhang Yuyuan, and smashed the whole person on the stool table.

"Master!" At the other end of the courtyard, a little Taoist priest heard the movement and hurriedly called out.

Opposite him was a silver-haired old man, who was sitting on the bed meditating with his eyes closed, and when he heard the noise, he suddenly opened his eyes, quickly got up, picked up the sword on the table, and rushed out.

Zhang Suiguang used seventy or eighty percent of his internal force with this kick, and it was obviously extremely murderous.

Hate Hongchen hurriedly stood up after he landed, but found that his hands were trembling, he could barely support his body, watching him come with a smile, he could only stare at him coldly, his left hand pinched the hidden weapon, and his right hand held the handle of the knife.

The sound of footsteps outside the door had already been heard, and Zhang Suiguang heard that the person was a top master, and he didn't want to spend a long time, so he leaned over and rushed over like an eagle harrier.

At this time, the hatred of Hongchen is like a bird with folded wings, standing in place, and the blood overflowing from its mouth is dripping...

"Last chance!"

She suddenly used force and threw the mandarin duck Ling in her left hand.

Eight mandarin ducks were in the shape of "pin", flying towards Zhang Suiguang, and when he turned over and stretched out his claws to grab them, Hate Hongchen did not hesitate to throw the folding knife in his hand around.

Zhang Suiguang didn't expect that she would give up the only weapon in her hand so decisively, so she had to temporarily change her move in mid-air and change her claw attack to a leg attack.

Hate Hongchen tried his best to stand up, took a few steps back, and before he could make a move to resist, his legs came to him.

At the moment of life and death, she hurriedly turned sideways and took the kick with her arms.

"Ahh

At this moment, the silver-haired old man had already rushed to the door, using the sheath as a weapon, and threw it at Zhang Suiguang, and then, he held the sword sideways and killed him without saying anything.

"What a powerful old man!" Zhang Suiguang naturally saw the mystery in Zhan Qian's sword moves, and he didn't dare to hold it up, so he had to put the hatred of Hongchen aside first and deal with it with all his heart.

Zhan Qian is the third master of the old Taoist priests of the Zhenwu Guan Zhanzi generation, although he is old, he has not seen the old state, and he has made more than a dozen real martial arts swordsmanship in succession between a few breaths, and the tip of the sword is injected into the internal qi of Xuan Ce Gong. Zhang Suiguang didn't have a blade in his hand, so he didn't dare to take it hard, and he was a little weak for a while, and he had to retreat to the door after more than forty moves.

"This unknown old Taoist priest is so powerful, he is better than Bodhicitta and the True Martial Arts Temple is indeed the land of the hidden dragon and the crouching tiger. No wonder my father-in-law said that this time the martial arts alliance, if the true martial arts concept is fully attacked, the other sects have no chance of winning, and now it seems that I was indeed blindly confident before. After Zhang Suiguang retreated to the door, he stared at Zhan Qian, and many thoughts flashed through his mind.

Seeing that he was standing at the door and didn't make a move, Zhan Qian didn't take the initiative to attack him. The two of them slapped each other, and they already knew the details: in terms of martial arts, it was naturally Zhang Suiguang who wanted to win, but it was not easy for him to kill Hate Hongchen in front of Zhan Qian, but he was afraid that he would have to pay some price.

Four days later, he was a martial arts school, and he didn't want to be injured at this juncture. And at this time, more than 20 Taoist priests came one after another, all holding swords and blocking the gate of the courtyard.

Zhang Suiguang smiled at Hate Hongchen and Zhan Qian, flicked his sleeves and walked out of the courtyard.

He encouraged his internal strength, and there was an aura of his own while walking, and no one stopped the old and young Taoist priests in the courtyard for unknown reasons.