As soon as the black-clothed masked man left, the Huashan disciple arrived, but the voice of a thin middle-aged man who arrived first was loud, which was the source of the body that had broken off just now. Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info This thin man came to the village, checked it, and saw that because the thieves rode horses, they came and went fast, and the movements were fast, there were almost no living people in the village, and all the houses were like piles of torches telling the tragedy that had just happened, and then went straight to the only small courtyard of the blue brick house. At this time, in the courtyard, it happened that the old man at the head of the village was busy wrapping up Lin Zhennan's injuries. When Zhuang Tou saw this thin middle-aged man, he quickly knelt down and kowtowed, calling him the master. Lin Zhennan saw Zhuang Tou saluting, so he took the cloth towel and tied it tightly between his chest and abdomen to stop the massive bleeding, and then secretly pressed a few big points on his chest to stop the bleeding. When he looked up, he saw that the old man was looking at him, and he was about to talk, but he heard the old man ask about the matter, Zhuang Tou didn't know the ins and outs, and he saw Lin Zhennan in a hurry, so he pushed him out.

This master is the current head of the Huashan faction, Ning Dayong, two years ago in the battle of sword qi on Huashan, the infighting in the faction was out of control, the death and injury nationality, and there were finally three or two big cats and kittens left on the mountain, and they didn't stop until they were tired of killing each other, which also led to the possibility that the two sects of sword qi could no longer turn back.

At that time, some of the Huashan elders and Taishang elders on the mountain died during the battle, and some died when they stopped the battle, and the highest ranking was the second-generation disciple Dazi generation, and the Dazi disciples on the mountain had no talent to convince the public regardless of the sword qi and the two sects, which formed a situation in which whoever came back first would take the responsibility of cleaning up the mess. Ning Dayong was a Qi Sect, and he was sent to work in a county not far away, so he naturally became the main person after the battle of Huashan's sword qi, and the disciples of the Sword Sect saw that he was back, so he had to withdraw from Huashan and leave a message that he would definitely recapture Huashan in the future.

It can be said that the position of the head of the Qi Sect, the head of Ning Dayong, was smashed. After Ning Dayong became the thirty-second generation head of Huashan, he worked diligently, cleaned up the disciples of the sect, gave up the power space that he could not control, and left only a few Zhuangzi under the mountain to supply the mountain, just sorting out the classics every day, carefully teaching the disciples, and always guarding against other factions in the martial arts to pinch Huashan, a persimmon that suddenly became soft and did not know how soft.

As soon as the evening class ended tonight, I saw a fire at the foot of the mountain, and there was a faint sound of killing, and the location was the small village of the Huashan faction. didn't have time to think about it, and simply arranged for the two junior disciples to follow, Ning Dayong puffed up his internal strength and shouted, and at the same time, he made a movement of breaking through the wind in his clothes, and hurried over, knowing in his heart that there would be no little thief in Huashan's prestige who would dare to come forward to test, and which big force must be there, and he couldn't fight hard at the moment, and he could take it away.

When I arrived in the village, I saw the dead bodies of the villagers lying on their backs, the fire was everywhere, and the hatred in my heart was extremely strong, and my face was not obvious, but I could only hear the sound of Gege teeth crushing. When I came to the small courtyard of Zhuangtou's house, I accidentally found the corpse of a horse, the corpse of a man in black, and the living Zhuangtou family and Lin Zhennan. Ning Dayong remained silent, learned about the origin of Lin Zhennan and his party from Zhuangtou, and knew that they were just at the right time, his heart was relieved, and his tone revealed twelve points of gratitude: If it weren't for this young man, this gang of horse thieves would be ruthless, killing people and setting fires and coming and going, I came down from the mountain and couldn't catch up with the galloping horses, and I was really slaughtered in this village, then there would be no live witness!

Lin Zhennan saw that this elder had an extraordinary bearing, and Zhuang Tou knew it, it must be his own side, and he spoke so politely to himself, because of his upbringing since childhood, he hurriedly disregarded the injuries on his body, and got up to give a salute: This master of the head of the house, Xiao Ke is the dart master of the new dart bureau in the county, and he escorted several female dependents to pass by Guibao to spend the night, and he didn't want to encounter this, the thief was vicious and inhumane, and he didn't dare to say that he helped stop the enemy, and he also had to take action to protect himself. Then he talked about what he had seen in detail, and when he talked about his response, he couldn't help but leak out the cunning smile of the young man who couldn't be hated and only felt cute, and he didn't notice that when he said that the posture and reaction of the leader Dahan, Ning Dayong's eyes suddenly had a shadow that disappeared.

Lin Zhennan said that when it came to Tu Village, Lin Zhennan got his own life experience from his father, and he hated this kind of thief who harmed innocent lives by unscrupulous means. Suddenly different from the momentum of the ups and downs just now, killing people forward. Speaking of which, I thought that although my father was not the biological father of this body, I hadn't seen him for two years, but I thought I was broken, and the mood of homesickness and homesickness was flooding, and the circles under my eyes were a little red.

Ning Dayong saw Lin Zhennan, and checked his body during the questioning, and the wound that looked quite scary was no longer bleeding, and while being amazed by the young man's agility, he also touched his Qingqi martial arts roots. The thought of accepting disciples suddenly arose in his heart, which also coincided with the mistaken recognition of the leader. When he was about to open his mouth, he only heard a call from the back of the courtyard, which turned out to be Gamble, followed by the old lady and the servant with a look of concern and doubt. At this time, Gan Bo saw Lin Zhennan's injury at first sight, and shouted with distress in anger: Young master, if you insist on going your own way again, you see that I don't tell the master!

At this time, Gan Bo noticed Ning Dayong in the courtyard, he was more knowledgeable than Lin Zhennan, and his experience told him that this person was not simple, he had both advanced qigong and the temperament of holding power to kill and kill. Hurry up and salute and report to the family: Our young master is the only son of Lin Yuantu of Fuzhou Fuwei Dart Bureau, the villain's surname is Gan, and he is the housekeeper to accompany the young master to dart, dare to ask you old?

Ning Dayong knew that Lin Yuantu, who had become famous in the southeast martial arts and even in the southern martial arts in recent years, knew that this person had a perverse personality and was ruthless, and he was not in line with the recognition of the famous and decent family. I had to turn my head and glance at Lin Zhennan, and regretfully let go of my thoughts: Hey, it's really not time for the Huashan faction to provoke this kind of character, it's a pity that Huashan missed such a talented and beautiful jade. In the dark, this thought also seemed to be secretly in line with the leader of the black-clad masked men less than a quarter of an hour ago.

After inspecting the bodies of several black-clothed people, it was found that there were no identity clues, so they could only be planted on the heads of the so-called Black Wind Village thieves, and the Huashan disciples arranged to take the corpses to other Zhuangzi to expose the corpses for punishment, and it was inevitable that the Huashan disciples would be sent down the mountain to suppress a wave of weak thieves as a stand-in for the Black Wind Village thieves.

These sect affairs were not mentioned, the courtyard was burned, Lin Zhennan was injured, and the three of the old lady and the servant were frightened, and Ning Dayong immediately invited a group of people to the Huashan faction as guests.

There are things in the sect, and there are not as many people in the sect as there were back then, so the adult disciples have many ministries, and the task of receiving the group falls on Ning Dayong's daughter Ning Zhongze and his eldest disciple Yue Buqun.

This Ning Zhong is twenty-six this year, following behind Yue Buqun, who is also a sixteen-year-old senior brother, chattering and talking, pulling Yue Buqun's collar crookedly from time to time, Yue Buqun is not angry, and she seems to be trying how to make her senior brother angry, and the more she intensifies.

The first time Lin Zhennan saw Yue Buqun, he had a strong sense of threat, and in his dream, he was killed by this person. Although he knew that those unplanted scenes might not happen in the future, the inner breath of the body that he had cultivated after two years of Qi cultivation was still reflected by the spirit, and he unconsciously burst out. Yue Buqun led the way in front, faintly aware of the behind, and turned around and chuckled: Brother Lin came to Huashan to recuperate with peace of mind, and he can command at any time if he needs anything. This time, the younger brother wants to thank Brother Lin on behalf of the disciples of Huashan.

Lin Zhennan came back to his senses, restrained his breath, and hurriedly humbled himself. I thought: At a young age, I have the consciousness of being a big disciple, and I can't share the name with others, so I need to stabilize it early. This is exactly the good material for being an official in politics, grandma said that this kind of human rights is heavy, good fame is not good or profit, either good or evil. Sure enough.