Chapter 44 Life is a Beiwu person, death is a Beiwu ghost

There was a commotion in the venue, Huang Shiming breathed a sigh of relief, he knew Ling Feng, he also knew that Ling Feng was his previous dean, he believed in Ling Feng's feelings for Beiwu, so he naturally felt that Ling Feng would definitely help him, it seemed that there was still a drama today.

By the way, Ling Feng is still Wu Rang's teacher, or he can be said to be a master, how much will he help his apprentice? Fortunately, Wu Rang supports him.

However, as soon as he turned his head, he saw his pupils wide, a little incredulous, full of worry.

"Wu Rang, what's wrong?"

Wu Rang didn't react, his eyes were still staring at the stage, staring at the person who was shrunk in a wheelchair, and his body trembled slightly.

"Wu Rang?"

Huang Shiming gently pushed Wu Rang. Seeing Wu Rang like this, the heart he had just put down fell again, his throat was a little dry, he picked up the water on the table, poured it like wine, and poured it hard, still feeling panicked.

"We're probably going to fail"

Wu Rang smiled gloomily, and then seemed to be deflated all of a sudden, leaning weakly on the back of the chair and closing his eyes tightly.

"Teacher, why?"

Wu Rang couldn't figure it out, and he didn't dare to think about it anymore.

"Teacher, it's really changed......"

Huang Shiming was a little uneasy, he could see from Wu Rang's reaction, what kind of lucky stars are there, all broom stars, all disaster stars.

However, he still didn't want to give up, he had to stop them while Ling Feng hadn't said anything, hadn't done anything, and everything was still going to turn around, he felt that he was too aggrieved as the dean, and it was bumpy to do anything, or he was too weak.

"Please go out without any irrelevant personnel, and don't obstruct the order of the venue......

Huang Shiming shouted loudly at the top of his voice.

However, it seemed that no one was paying attention to him, and everyone was watching this farce.

Suddenly, Ling Feng in the wheelchair slowly stood up, and then, straightened up, and shot straight at Huang Shiming with two eyes, their eyes met, Huang Shiming couldn't help but be frightened and speechless.

"Seemingly, no one remembers us old guys?"

"Hehe......"

"It doesn't matter, we'll introduce ourselves"

"So, I'll come first"

"My name is Ling Feng, the former dean of the Northern Martial Arts Academy......

When it came to the former dean of the Martial Academy, Ling Feng's body was even straighter, almost straight.

Ling Feng's voice was not loud, but it was not as lacking in breath as usual, although it was not sonorous and powerful, but it couldn't help but tug at the heartstrings of everyone present.

Wu Rang also opened his eyes and looked at the old man who was trembling and trying to stand upright.

The eyes gradually moistened, tears followed the sharp edges and corners of Wu Rang, and the scarred face slowly dripped down.

Wu Rang seemed to understand Ling Feng a little, and he also understood the reason why Ling Feng came today.

It's not that he doesn't love Beiwu anymore, but he loves too deeply, he loves deeply, the more he loves, the more afraid he is, they are afraid that Beiwu has changed, but they are not involved, but they are slowly forgotten, they love, they are also afraid......

"My name is Qi Wudi, some people may recognize me, so I've been wandering around the Mirror Lake...... Oops, it seems a bit off-topic, hehe......"

"That, I'm the former vice president of the Beiwu Academy......"

When it comes to the vice president of Beiwu Martial Arts Academy, Qi Wudi is completely like a different person, there is no smile, only seriousness, that is a kind of awe, awe of Beiwu.

"I, Li Sheng, don't look at my hair is gray, I'm much younger than the two of them, I'm just sixty, I used to be the tutor of the Beiwu Martial Arts Academy, but I was broken in the Bohai Battle, and I can't teach students anymore......"

......

"I, my name is Zhu Shan, I ...... That one...... My memory is not very good, I remember that I also taught some student dolls in Beiwu, and later, I became like this......"

......

On the stage, everyone told their past, they were talking, tears blurred their eyes, they were all once Beiwu people, and they can also be said to be the mainstay of Beiwu, but now one by one, old, weak, sick and disabled......

In the audience, there was silence, and some people wanted to laugh, but they were immediately glared back by the gaze in one or even dozens of eyes next to them.

Huang Shiming slowly sat down on the chair, looked at Wu Rang with tears with a wry smile, shook his head, he suddenly felt, that's it, it seems, this ending is also good.

It's a big deal, it's over, I'll quit and go to the front, to the west? or to the east?

Forget it, don't think about it, it's hard to go which way!

There were only a dozen or so people in Ling Feng's group, and apart from Qi Wuving, almost none of them were intact.

Are they heroes? Absolutely!

"You might be wondering what we're here for, right?"

Ling Feng smiled slightly.

"Rest assured, we're not here to sell miserably, and we're not here to raise our hands"

"Whew-"

Huang Shiming breathed a long sigh of relief, and many people in the audience breathed a sigh of relief, of course, some people felt a little disappointed and a little disappointed, I thought it was a wonderful show, but I didn't expect it to be a hasty ending.

"Of course, we can't come for nothing, can we?"

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

It may be that he spoke too loudly and too hard, Ling Feng bent over and coughed violently, and after coughing, he wiped the blood on his mouth, and tried to stand up straight again, and continued.

Wu Rang looked at Ling Feng, who was already crumbling, his eyes were full of worry, he didn't care if he could do it today, and he didn't care if Ling Feng came to stir up trouble or do something, he just wanted his teacher to live.

However, he is really dying like that......

"Let's make everyone laugh, old man"

"What do you say? We old guys are also from the Northern Martial Arts, right?"

"I said yes, I think all the people here should agree, right?"

"Yes—"

Huang Shiming shouted out first.

Then, one after another, "yes" resounded throughout the venue.

On the stage, Ling Feng and his party all smiled with relief.

Yes, they are all from the Northern Martial Arts.

"It's from Beiwu, so shouldn't we also get involved in Beiwu's affairs?"

As soon as Ling Feng's words came out, everyone in the audience almost understood what they meant, it turned out that they had seized power.

The audience began to talk again, and there was a commotion.

Ling Feng's eyes were blazing, staring at the audience, he didn't care what the reaction of the group of people in the audience would be, he had already expected what it would be like.

"Old Dean Ling, I'm afraid this is inappropriate, right?"

"yes?"

......

All kinds of echoes, surprisingly unified, too, when encountering this kind of thing, it is related to their own interests, and the group of people in the audience cares more than anyone else.

Don't say it's just a group of old, weak, sick and disabled, don't say that they once shed their blood for Beiwu, it's all in the past, you can admit that they are heroes, and you can also admit that they are Beiwu people, but the cake of Beiwu's rights is not allowed for them to get involved, and their own interests, they can keep it to the death......

"Hehe......"

"Hahahaha......"

Ling Feng suddenly laughed, and his body leaned forward and backward with a smile, trembling even more.

He was a little sad and a little sad in his heart, eighteen years, how did Beiwu become like this.

Don't want to forge ahead, sit and eat empty.

Huang Shiming and Wu Rang sat on the chairs, did not exchange heads and ears, did not discuss, just watched coldly, like watching a clown jumping beam, looking around at the people around them.

They suddenly had a ridiculous feeling that it was a shame to work with this group of people, and their faces burned hot......

"Okay, the sensationalism is over"

"Well, it's time to get down to business."

After speaking, Qi Wudi took out a stack of square pieces of paper from his pocket, and then, gently unfolding it, handed it to Ling Feng.

"We are here to make a war book, the older generation and you young people, come to a battle in a dignified manner"

"We are five people, you five people, win, we participate in the affairs of Beiwu, lose, we are born Beiwu people, death is Beiwu ghosts, in the future, Ren Er and others will send ......"

"Why, do you dare to take it?"

There was an uproar in the audience, many people sneered and some didn't care...... But they all pointed at the dozen or so people on the stage, who should be said to be disabled.

What can you do with just a dozen wasted people?

Wu Rang clenched his fists, he really wanted to get out of here, with Ling Feng.

He couldn't figure it out, why was this like this, why was it like this?

"Okay, I'll take it"

Huang Shiming crossed the table in front of him, straightened up, walked to the stage, and solemnly took the battle book from Ling Feng's hand.

Nodding, Ling Feng collapsed in his wheelchair as if he had exhausted his strength, but he still managed to keep himself upright.

The wheelchair slowly drove out of the door of the conference room, no one's eyes were on them anymore, everyone looked at Huang Shiming, and they began to watch the play again, watching and watching......

Wu Rang also left, walking very lightly, catching up with Ling Feng's wheelchair, taking it from Qi Wudi's hand, and then, pushing, slowly moving forward......