Chapter 51: Sending off the Fire King

Wu Rang stood on the stage in a daze, holding his head high, motionless, letting the cold rain slap on his face, and hot tears, mixed with cold rain, dripped.

With a "bang", Wu Rang fell to his knees in despair, and kowtowed heavily towards the place where Ling Feng fell. Then, he got up, staggered over, and gently picked up Ling Feng, who was lying in a pool of blood.

"Teacher, I'm sorry ......"

“pia——pia——”

Wu Rang walked very slowly, his steps were heavy, and the water splashed.

Despite the pouring rain, everyone in the audience seemed to be stunned, not moving at all, like a chilling cicada.

Everyone watched as Wu Rang slowly left with Ling Feng's body in his arms.

They were all in shock, they witnessed the battle of kings, and witnessed the death of kings.

Even Lin Xuan had already put away his cynical look, with a solemn face, no matter what, the fall of a king-level was heart-wrenching.

"Congratulations to the Fire King—"

I don't know from which corner, someone suddenly shouted loudly, shouting heartbreakingly.

"Congratulations to the Fire King—"

"Congratulations to ......"

......

Wave after wave.

"Teacher, did you hear that?"

"Uhhh

"Boom-"

Another bolt of lightning, as if it was about to tear the entire sky, illuminated the entire Beiwu.

"Hey...... Let's go, we lost"

Lin Xuan wiped the rain on his face, and shook his head a little helplessly, he was convinced, he had already known that Ling Feng was the eighth stage, and he would definitely not accept this matter.

It's just that how to explain to the eldest brother when I go back, is it really a compromise?

Glancing at Huang Shiming hatefully, Lin Xuan found that Huang Shiming was looking at him with a smile.

"Hmph"

Lin Xuan walked away a little grayly.

The onlookers left one after another, walking very quietly, and the atmosphere was always a little sad.

Huang Shiming was the only one left in the entire arena, and at this time he was already soaked from head to toe, his hair had already been disturbed by the rain, and he was lying on his head softly.

Slowly walked to the arena, where Ling Feng was lying, the blood stains had been washed away by the rain and were almost invisible.

"Farewell to the Fire King"

"Farewell to the Fire King"

"Congratulations on leaving—fire—king—"

Huang Shiming shouted one kowtow at a time, his voice became louder and louder, and he became more and more sad.

There seemed to be a pimple in his heart, he felt that Ling Feng's death was more or less to blame himself, if it weren't for his next battle book, maybe it wouldn't be this ending.

After kowtowing, Huang Shiming did not get up, but lay straight on the arena with his back to the scale.

Like a dead man, Huang Shiming closed his eyes and listened to the sound of rain, tears pouring into his eyes.

......

......

The Lin family, although Lin Tian didn't go to the arena, he already knew everything that happened.

Standing in the courtyard in the rain, Lin Tian stared at Beiwu, his eyes full of sadness. Although it seems that they and Ling Feng belong to different camps and belong to competitors now, the fall of a king is a huge loss for the whole of Huaxia. He Lin Tian is a native of China, so he is naturally sad.

"Big brother, I'm sorry, I lost ......"

Lin Xuan hung his head and didn't dare to look at Lin Tian squarely.

"Hey...... I see."

"So, big brother, what's next?"

"That's it, my Lin family admits defeat"

Lin Tian shook off the rain on his body, sighed, and slowly returned to the house.

......

The rain became heavier and heavier, and in the evening it was terriblely dark, with lightning and thunder and howling winds.

It seems that the whole capital is in mourning.

Wu Rang sat paralyzed on the ground in the guard's room, leaning on the bed weakly, and on the bed was a neat Tang costume that had been scrubbed and changed, quietly and peacefully.

"Goo Knock Goo Dong-"

Wu Rang raised his head, the spicy stimulation of the wine made his tears roll in his red eyes, but he still wanted to drink, he didn't know what else to do except drink.

He's a dead teacher......

It's him...... Kill the teacher!

He didn't know how to forgive himself, although Ling Feng said before he died, he didn't blame him, but how could he not blame him?

"Squeak—"

The door of the guard's room was pushed open, and Huang Shiming, who was still wearing the same wet clothes, staggered in. Then, he sat next to Wu Rang.

"You...... Do you blame me?"

Wu Rang didn't hear or even notice Huang Shiming coming in, his eyes were dead, and he mechanically poured wine into his mouth.

"Hehe, that's weird."

Huang Shiming smiled miserably, raised his head, and poured wine.

The guard's room, where you can't see your fingers, is dead silent, and if you listen carefully, there are bursts of sobbing.

......

......

After the storm, the wind and the sun are beautiful, and the sky is clear and sunny.

Ling Feng was buried, and according to his will, Wu let one person get it, and it was quiet.

Eighteen meters away from Jiang Zhiguo's "tiger" word stele, there is a new stele, which is engraved with "Leaving the Fire King - Lingfeng's Tomb", in front of the stele, there are full of flowers, some wilted, and some alive, waving in the wind.

Wu Rang disappeared, disappeared quietly, some say, all the way to the west......

......

Huang Shiming rubbed his temples, his face full of exhaustion.

Eleven opposition families all chose to admit defeat and compromise, Huang Shiming did not do things absolutely, eleven families more or less in Beiwu have some positions that are not high or low, but most of them are just false positions, this is the best ending that Huang Shiming can give them.

At this point, the cancellation of the exemption quota can be regarded as a success, and the price may be the fall of an eighth-stage king!

After a series of discussions, Huang Shiming still decided to keep the current admission list first, and as for the extra places that were originally exempted, they will be filled in the future if there is a suitable one.

Qi Wuving and his entourage, those who want to take students become professors of Beiwu, and if they are unwilling or their physical condition does not allow it, Huang Shiming also arranged suitable positions for them, as well as the title of honorary professor, which can be regarded as a great joy!

As for the Bai family, they were isolated and helpless, and finally had no choice but to bow their heads, but the price of bowing their heads was that the supply of potions in Beiwu had risen by 5%, and Huang Shiming did not open his mouth widely, and now in the whole of China, there is a shortage of medicines, and 5% plus the original one is enough for the basic supply of Beiwu.

The Beiwu turmoil, even if it has subsided here, is also, school is about to start, the new semester has a new atmosphere, how can it still be messy?

As for the poor little chubby river, it seems to have been forgotten.

He didn't know about this series of things that happened in Beiwu, and he didn't know that the old man who was very good to him was the Fire King, and he fell, and he didn't know that his nightmare, that he didn't admit that his uncle Wu Rang had also disappeared.

Well, he's free!

......

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

"Hello, your courier, please sign"

Jiang Liu took the courier and looked at it, he hasn't bought anything recently, where did the courier come from?

Unpacking the courier, it is an admission letter.

Notice from Hokubu Martial Arts Academy.

Jiang Liu's mouth was wide open, his face was full of incredulity, and he read it several times, it didn't look like it was fake, the notice of the Northern Martial Arts Academy, no one in the whole of China dared to forge it, right?

Is it true......

Jiang Liu laughed all of a sudden, and tears burst out of his eyes.

"Let you look down on me, Lao Tzu too, hum"

Picking up the notice, Jiang Liu kissed it fiercely, then carefully wiped off the saliva on it, chose a position for a long time, and finally placed the notice in the most conspicuous place on the bookshelf, which could be seen as soon as he entered the door.

The excitement was fleeting, and looking at the empty room, sadness came from the bottom of my heart.

"Dad, did you see it? If so, how good would you be alive......"

He didn't know that this notice was bought by his father in exchange for death, and it could be regarded as a miserable sale.

I ordered a quick snack and ate a big meal, which can be regarded as a celebration.

After that, Jiang Liu sat cross-legged on the floor, closed his eyes gently, his mood was calm, he was not shocked, and he lost the joy he had just now, and entered a meditative state.

He felt that his cultivation was getting slower and slower, and the earthy yellow Qi around him was becoming less and less, and it was becoming more and more difficult to absorb it......

Then, he remembered the online store where he bought the book, and the name was quite strange, what was it called.

Lying on the bed, Jiang Liu flipped through his mobile phone......