The old janitor came out of the janitor's room and shouted in the direction of the camphor tree at the opposite door:

"Zhang Jiu, take Mr. Dong to see the master. ”

There were three young Taoist priests standing under the camphor tree over there. One of them, who was fatter, glanced at Dong Qilang before replying, "Okay." He talked to his companion a few more times before he came over.

Dong Qilang took the initiative to walk over and greeted Zhang Jiu:

"Brother Dao, excuse me. My name is Dong Qilang, and I am a friend of Master Zuo, the head of your Songshan faction, I heard that Master Zuo had an accident, so I came to take a look. ”

The one named Zhang Jiu, seeing that Dong Qilang was not very old, he was still easy-going in speaking, his vigilance was lowered a lot, and his face was much more pleasing to the eye than when he first saw Dong Qilang. But he still turned around and looked at Dong Qilang.

The two walked through the camphor tree and continued on their way. Dong Qilang asked:

"Brother Dao, why are you standing in groups of three or five in groups, as if everyone is preoccupied, but you are not together?"

Zhang Jiu looked at the situation of the people around him, and as Dong Qilang said, he snorted in his nose:

"It's not that everyone is standing together, no one believes anyone, our Songshan faction is going to perish, and there are many people who don't want to go down the mountain here and leave. Some are the apprentices of the master, some are the apprentices of the second master, but there are still our people, and no one has left. ”

"What do you mean, Brother Dao, that you are not from the Songshan faction?"

Zhang Jiu's words made Dong Qilang a little confused, where was their person from, it turned out that he didn't expect that Zuo Tangteng also had a third apprentice. Zhang Jiu glanced back at Dong Qilang again:

"Of course I am from the Songshan faction, I am the apprentice of Master Sha, I am not the apprentice of the master and the second master, of course we are not in the same group as the apprentices of the two of them. The apprentices of the master uncle are almost gone, and the apprentices of the second master are also at least a third of the way. ”

"Why are they leaving, why don't you go? I'm sorry, I've asked too much, ah. ”

Dong Qilang broke the casserole and asked in the end, feeling a little embarrassed.

"The master uncle is dead, the second master is seriously injured, and our master is not injured. You just arrived here, don't you know, the master uncle and the second master uncle fought, one was killed and one was injured. Our master was not involved. ”

"They are brothers, why do they fight?"

"It's not about competing for the position of leader. The second master couldn't get used to the master's domineering, so he fought with him. I didn't expect the second master to have such a high level of kung fu, and finally beat the master to death.

Don't you want to think about it, if the second master is dead, if the second master is the master, will his apprentices still have good fruit to eat? It's just that the second master is also seriously injured, and it is impossible to say whether he can be the head or not, so some of his apprentices think that the play is not big, so they quietly leave. ”

That Zhang Jiu looked around a little proudly and a little mysteriously, and said:

"We don't have to worry. Our master was not injured. Even if the second master is the head, he has to rely on our master. We certainly can't afford to lose. What's more......" Speaking of this, Zhang Jiu paused again, and then looked around, "What's more, our master may be the head." Then our days were better. ”

Dong Qilang listened to a rough idea, it turned out that the two of them were vying to be the head, so they fought hard, and ended up with one dead and one injured, but he didn't expect this good thing to fall on the head of Lao San Shachi.

"Then where is your master? Now who is in charge of your Songshan faction, who is in charge?"

"My master, of course my master is in his bedroom. Now there is no one in charge. It is difficult for the second master to save his life, and no one even cares about the corpse of the master and ancestor, everyone is in charge, who wants to clean up such a mess?"

"Where is your ancestor's body? Can we go and take a look?"

"Absolutely. I'll take you there. He and the master were parked in the same place, in the hut under the cypress. These days, it is mainly Xiao You, the great apprentice of the master uncle, who keeps vigil there. What kind of vigil? It's just to see who wants to preside over the funeral of the two, and whoever presides over it, isn't it who wants to be the head of the house? My master didn't want to bear this infamy, so he didn't come out to preside. ”

Zhang Jiu suddenly felt that he had said too much, and quickly closed his mouth. Dong Qilang understood that it turned out that this sand pool did not come out to preside over the funeral of the master, but also to wait and see, to see if the second senior brother had any big moves, he was afraid that the second senior brother Zheng Sanhammer would take the opportunity to buckle him up with a big hat - coveting the position of the head of the house.

As for the boss Ping Jiuwan, he is already dead, and his subordinates are almost gone, and it is estimated that there are three or two left, and they will not be able to become a climate, and they will not pose a threat to his sand pool. This sand pit is also really sophisticated. He thought carefully.

In fact, this process turned out to be like this: Lao San Shachi has always had a good relationship with the second senior brother Zheng Sanzhu, and he is not used to the domineering style of the senior brother Ping Jiuwan. To say that he wants to be the head of the house, he didn't have the slightest idea at the beginning, no matter how he fights, it's also a matter of the eldest and the second, he doesn't care.

Although his heart is dissatisfied with the domineering style of the boss Ping Jiuwan, he still tends to be a little bigger, although he has a better relationship with the second Zheng Sanhammer, but he thinks that a sect is inherited by the boss, and the name is justified.

The abilities and levels of the two senior brothers are also comparable, and everyone should be the same. So he prefers the boss to be the head. After the death of the master, the second senior brother consulted with him and partnered to take down the senior brother, but at that time, he did not explicitly agree or object.

But thinking that the relationship between the two was good, the second senior brother consulted with him, and if he didn't express his position, maybe the second senior brother would poison him. So at that time, he clearly told the second senior brother that he would never tell others about this matter, and if he wanted to oppose the senior brother, he would go, and he would not go, and the two would not help each other.

That night, after parking the master's body in the room under the cypress tree, the senior brother said that he would bury the master the next day, without discussing it with the two. Shachi was also a little uncomfortable in his heart, but he didn't say anything.

The second senior brother Zheng Sanhammer disagreed on the spot, saying that he had not even found the murderer of the master, and he was not busy with the burial. Wait until the murderer is found, and use the murderer's head to pay tribute to the master's soul.

As a matter of fact, this argument is also untenable, because if we do not have the slightest eyebrows of the murderer, can we not be able to catch the murderer for the rest of our lives, and we will not be able to bury the master for the rest of our lives? Everyone understands this truth.

In the heart of the sand pool, if you park for two or three days, it is best to catch the murderer, and if you can't catch it, then bury the master in a beautiful way. But he didn't dare to speak, and when he spoke, he was suspected of helping someone.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the senior brother heard it, he said that the senior brother deliberately asked a difficult question, the master was dead, and he always had to be the master alone. It turned out that the junior brother wanted to be the head of the house. When the second senior brother Zheng Sanhammer heard this, he was furious and quarreled with his senior brother Pingjiuwan on the spot. Sha Chixue persuaded two sentences, and saw that the two were getting more and more arguing, so he left.

Unexpectedly, this matter developed out of control later, and the two actually fought. The disciples on both sides also began to fight. Shachi's apprentice hurriedly ran to report to Shachi.

When Shachi came, the senior brother and the second senior brother were gone, and their apprentices were seen fighting outside the master's mourning hall. He shouted to stop the disciples on both sides from using force. The master is the master's business, and those who are apprentices should not interfere. The apprentices on both sides of them had just started fighting, and after listening to Uncle Shi's words, they stopped.

Ping Jiuwan and Zheng Sanhammer are both apprentices of Zuo Tangteng, and their kung fu is almost the same. It's just that in recent years, Ping Jiuwan has participated in a lot of social things, and there is less time to calm down and practice martial arts. But his Songshan swordsmanship is still the highest in the Songshan faction.

However, Zheng Sanzhu has been concentrating on the martial arts of the Songshan faction in the past few years, especially the great Songyang Divine Palm of the Songshan faction, among the three senior brothers, he is the tallest.

This time, neither of them was armed, and he had the upper hand. The two chased and fought from the master's mourning hall, from the mourning hall to the gate, and from the gate to their respective bedrooms.

Later, the senior brother didn't expect that the second junior brother's kung fu was not under him, and seeing that he was not the opponent of the junior brother, he retreated to the back mountain, hoping that the junior brother would no longer pursue. But at this time, Zheng Sanhammer had already seen the hope of being the head. As long as the senior brother is beaten to death, he will naturally become the head of the Songshan faction.

How can he still tolerate the existence of his senior brother" Now he only hopes to kill the senior brother as soon as possible. When he hit the back mountain, Ping Jiuwan saw that the second junior brother would no longer spare his life, and he was determined to fight for the position of the head of the family, and he also made a heart to die with his junior brother.

He made a plan to die, how could Zheng Sanhammer kill him easily?

The two fought another fierce battle, and in the end, both were defeated. Hit a cliff on the back mountain, and the two no longer had the strength to kill each other. They hugged each other. At this time, Zheng Sanzhu closed his eyes and slowly gathered his internal strength, while the senior brother was more seriously injured and could only breathe a sigh of relief.

When Zheng Sanhammer accumulated a little internal force, he grabbed his senior brother's hair with his left hand, and freed his right hand as a palm. At such a close distance, no one can avoid it. Zheng Sanzhu originally thought that this palm could shake the senior brother's hands apart, but he didn't know that the senior brother's hands were clenched tighter.

When the Pingjiu bowl of oil was exhausted, he exerted his last bit of strength and shouted angrily:

"Let's die together. ”

Zheng Sanhammer only has a little strength left, where can he break away. The two of them rolled off the cliff together. When he fell under the cliff, Zheng Sanhammer had better luck, on the top, and Pingjiu Bowl was below.

Ping Jiuwan fell to death on the spot, and Zheng Sanhammer still had one breath left, but he also fell unconscious on the spot. The next day, Sha Chi organized people to look for them, and when they found the two, Zheng Sanhammer was still unconscious, but there was still a trace of cold air.

Carrying the two back, he found that the Pingjiuwan Nikkei had no vital signs, and Zheng Sanzhu woke up, but he also had more qi and less qi in.

The subordinates on both sides, seeing this situation, knew that the future was not good, so they walked and fled. Now the sandpit is indeed on the sidelines. He wanted to come forward, but he was afraid that people would say that he wanted to be the leader.

He was also very sad. He was even more waiting, waiting for Zheng Sanhammer to die. As long as the second senior brother also dies, it is logical for him to inherit the position of head of the family, and no one will gossip anymore.

While Zhang Jiu and Dong Qilang were talking, they walked under the cypress tree. It's still deserted, and there's only one person here. As soon as Zhang Jiuyi saw this person, he greeted:

"Senior Brother Xiao, it's been a hard work. ”

The man didn't look at Zhang Jiu, but stared at Dong Qilang for a while before asking:

"What are you doing here, and who is he?"