As the existence of the largest gang in the rivers and lakes, the beggar gang is so tragic that it is the first time in decades that the casualties that have even moved the foundation.

When he went, he was full of momentum and ambition, but when he came back, there were only a dozen young disciples left, as well as the deputy gang leader and the young gang leader who were seriously injured and nearly died.

Mao Heng's face was ugly, extremely ugly, gloomy as if it was dripping water.

There were three things "in front of him".

Wen Qihua, who passed out, Jiang Sui, who was awake but his eyes were a little sloppy, and there was a head.

"Helper, please mourn. A middle-aged man in a clean robe removed his fingers from Jiang Sui's wrist and sighed lightly, "The deputy gang leader is too seriously injured, and now he can barely support it because of his strong body, I'm afraid it's ...... There is no cure. ”

There was an uproar around: "Mr. Luo, is there really no help?"

Mr. Luo glanced at the speaker and said lightly: "All I can do is to protect his heart and let him prolong his life for another three or five days." But if you want to heal him, Luo is afraid that he will not be able to return to the sky, so you can only ask for another master. ”

Mao Heng slowly spoke: "The young man is ignorant and said the wrong thing, please bear with Mr. Luo." Then my apprentice, can I still save my injuries?"

Mr. Luo bowed his head, but shook his head again when Mao Jue breathed a sigh of relief: "To save or not to save, it only depends on the decision of the Mao gang leader." ”

Mao Heng was stunned for a moment, and said puzzledly: "What does Mr. Luo mean by this?"

Mr. Luo said: "The young helper's injury is not light, he can be saved, but it is not easy to save." I don't know if the Mao gang leader is willing to save it. ”

Mao Jue said: "I only have this one apprentice, and I was injured so much because of my mistakes, how can I not save it? ”

Mr. Luo shook his head, but did not answer: "May I ask the internal skills practiced by the young gang master, who else has practiced it besides the gang master?"

Mao Heng frowned slightly, as if he didn't understand why this person asked such a stupid question: "He is my only disciple, and the beggar gang method is passed down from generation to generation, so naturally no one else practices it." ”

"That's going to be a tough one. Mr. Luo sighed and said, and took Wen Qihua's pulse, "Then tell me bluntly and help the master make his own decision." The young gang leader suffered serious internal injuries and was delayed for a long time. Although it is not life-threatening immediately, it cannot be cured only by medical treatment. I am afraid that it will be difficult for the young gang leader to advance in the future martial arts, and he will be riddled with illness and even lose his life. And there is only one way to save it. After a pause, he continued: "Use the same source internal force to force out the blood congestion in his body, wash the meridians, and open up his blocked meridians with Daigo empowerment." However, after this time, I am afraid that the body of the Mao gang leader will be greatly injured, and I am afraid that the one who will be sick and short-lived in the future will probably be the Mao gang leader. ”

Mao Heng couldn't help but look down at his apprentice. Although this disciple is a little stubborn, his temperament is not bad. And he has always respected his teacher, practiced martial arts seriously, and did his best to help the affairs of the gang. Although many troubles made him angry, he was obediently trained every time and never rebelled. Although it doesn't change much after the lesson, it's just the playful nature of young people. After several years of master-apprentice relationship, looking at his pale and haggard face, how could Mao Heng bear to let such a young child be ruined because of this? How could he bear this apprentice who often laughed and messed around with illness from now on?

"Master, you can recuperate in peace and wait for the disciple to return victorious. Before leaving, Wen Qihua grinned, extremely confident. Even if you are worried, you can't bear to extinguish your youthful ambitions.

At last he came back, but only when he was lying on the plank and was carried back by a few young beggars. Wen Qihua's whole body was wrapped in bloody strips of cloth, and the blood from a few small scars on his fair face was still left on his cheeks before he could be wiped away, and his face, which was already bleeding, looked even more pale. He was still awake when he saw himself, and the joy of seeing himself flashed in his eyes for a moment, and then it was replaced by a deep sense of guilt and sadness. He only had time to spit out a sentence in a rumbling voice with bloody phlegm: "Master, I'm sorry that I disappointed you. And he fainted.

If it weren't for his own illness, how could he have let him go in his place? If he hadn't rejected his suggestion to bring fewer elders, how could he have fought alone because of differences of opinion? If it weren't for his own request that he must return victorious, how could he still feel guilty when his life was in danger and dying?

The one who went to the puppet palace should have been himself, and this apprentice of his own should stay here to study and practice martial arts, and there would be no danger.

Lying here should be himself, not a disciple who went to the puppet palace instead of himself!

He is already in his fifties, and he originally planned to leave this position to this excellent disciple in ten years. This apprentice of mine is only twenty and three, no matter how young he is, there is still a long, long time left in his life.

The disciple has already suffered in his place, so what does it matter if he loses his health for a few years?

Mao Heng closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were exquisite: "Okay, I'll give him an empowerment." What else do I need to do?"

"Helper!" all the beggars were shocked, and shouted in unison, "Absolutely not!"

A hint of surprise flashed in Mr. Luo's eyes, but he didn't say anything, only nodded: "If the Mao Gang Leader makes a good decision, then Luo will ensure that the Young Gang Leader is safe." ”

Mao Heng raised his hand to signal that the beggars didn't need to say much, and said indifferently: "With Mr. Luo's guarantee, I will be relieved." The life and death of the apprentice will be handed over to the gentleman. ”

Mr. Luo bowed his head: "Luo will do his best, please rest assured." ”

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"I didn't expect Wen Qihua, the master, to really care about him, so he didn't hesitate to respond. On the hillside in the distance, the young man in Tsing Yi hooked his lips and smiled, touching his chin and looking at the crowd of beggars who were in a commotion below.

Feng Qiongjiao smiled: "It's a lot easier than expected, it seems that Qihua and Liukite can also suffer less." She was wearing a set of pale yellow clothes, and her hair was combed in a relatively simple style, with a little powder, elegant and quiet, but it was not beautiful.

The boy in Tsing Yi chuckled and said, "Easy? It's better to say that all the preparations I made were in vain." ”

Feng Qiong said: "Childe, don't joke, those chess pieces buried in the beggar gang are quite precious, and they are used in order to force Mao Heng to give Qihua Daigo empowerment, which is also a waste." Wouldn't it be great if Qihua could suffer less in this way?"

The boy in Tsing Yi turned his head slightly, looked at her delicate appearance with a slight pout, couldn't help but reach out and pinch her nose, and said with a smile: "Aren't you afraid that Wen Qihua will be wronged? I care so much about other men in front of my son, aren't you afraid that I will give him more guilt in anger?"

Feng Qiong rolled his eyes and muttered softly: "Doesn't the son think that the slave family is old?

"Old?" "Old?" The boy in Tsing Yi was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand where her resentment came from, but he didn't say anything, reached out and hugged Feng Qiong into his arms, and pinched her nose with another hand, "No matter how old you are, you are my person, and if you care about others so obviously, you will naturally be angry." ”

Feng Qiong hugged him, raised his eyes to look at him, and there was a light in his eyes: "Childe lingers in the flowers every day, and it is a great honor for the slave family to be angry with a half-withered woman like Feng Qiong." ”

The boy in Tsing Yi lowered his head and sniffed the fragrance in her hair, and said with a sullen smile: "Lingering? But Feng Qiong don't forget, Childe, I 'lazy review' of those rouge vulgar things is also true. ”

Feng Qiong blinked and asked, "Is what Childe said true?"

The boy in Tsing Yi stretched out his fingers and rolled up a strand of her hair to play with it, and said with a leisurely smile: "Naturally, it's true." ”

Feng Qiong pouted: "The slave family doesn't believe it." Rouge vulgar things, isn't it just me? Childe, you take the second flower bush and look back, I don't know if the fate is due to the cultivation slave family, but the 'gentleman' of the fate will never be the slave family. ”

The boy in Tsing Yi couldn't help but chuckle when he heard this: "Why should a beautiful woman be so arrogant? If it's a rouge vulgarity, it's too miserable, right?"

Feng Qiong said: "The beauty of the city is just for you to smile." ”

The boy in Tsing Yi squinted, put away his smile, and stopped laughing with her, let go of her and straightened up, straightened her sleeves, and continued to look into the distance. Feng Qiong also realized that she had said the wrong thing, pursed her lips, but did not say anything to make amends, but silently stepped aside.

The shadow, who had always stood next to him like a piece of wood, moved his eyes at this time, and looked at Feng Qiong, with a little smile in his eyes.

Feng Qiong saw his smile, pursed her lips, and glared at him, but she didn't dare to say anything.

The boy in Tsing Yi turned his back to the two of them, naturally he didn't know their movements, and looked at the changes in the distance and said to himself: "With Mao Heng's body, this Daigo empowerment will definitely make his body seriously injured, and he will have to give way in five years at most." If necessary, there is no problem with reducing this time to three years. It seems that in addition to the Stygian Valley and the Duck Wine Hall, the Beggar Gang will also have to spend some effort to cultivate some usable talents. ”

Feng Qiong hurriedly asked, "Do you need to put some more chess pieces in?"

The boy in Tsing Yi shook his head and said, "Don't use it for the time being, just keep it like this." The Xuantie Gang and the Beggar Gang are destined to be unable to cultivate a large number of henchmen. The most important thing is the Bird Wine Hall, the Dark Valley and the Fengyun Xuan, only you are the ones who need to be strengthened the most, and there is no need to send out any more people for the sake of the beggars. ”

Feng Qiong nodded and responded: "Yes, I understand." ”

"That's right. The boy in Tsing Yi suddenly turned around, looked at Feng Qiong, who was taken aback, and smiled, "What's wrong?"

Feng Qiong lowered her head and muttered with some embarrassment: "I thought it was ...... Childe is going to beat me. ”

The boy in Tsing Yi sneered, smiled at the shadow and asked, "Have I ever beaten a woman?"

Shadow said: "The subordinates think that Feng Qiong doesn't care if she is a man or a woman. ”

The boy in Tsing Yi raised his eyebrows, and said very seriously: "Childe, I am very cultivated, I may kill women, but I will definitely not fight - if you want to fight, you will definitely do it." ”

The shadow nodded to indicate that she had heard, but did not say anything more to express her thoughts.

The boy in Tsing Yi didn't care, and looked at Feng Qiong again: "I'm just asking you how you prepared for the selection of the Oiran in a few months?"

Feng Qiong has already adjusted her mood: "I am already starting to prepare, there will be no mistakes, please rest assured." Zhongli is in charge of the main arrangement, does Childe want to listen to the general preparations?"

The boy in Tsing Yi shook his head: "No, I'm not interested in this matter, just leave it to you." If Zhongli's arrangement is all arranged, let's show it to the shadow. ”

Feng Qiong said: "Yes." ”

The boy in Tsing Yi looked at Wen Qihua and "Jiang Sui" who were carried away, sorted out the folds on his sleeves again, and said leisurely: "Let's go, accompany me to see Jiang Sui?"