This time, Zhao Daguan heard that there were several Shaolin monks on the mountain, and specially prepared a table of vegetarian food, but Tan Qing and Xuanfa all sat on the meat table and ate and drank.

Everyone was afraid of these two people's strong martial arts, but no one dared to laugh at them, and Huizhu and other young monks sat on the vegetarian table and ate silently. Bai Xiaosheng Du Xunqi finished writing the last stroke: "...... The heroes on the mountain are all happy. Quickly packed up the bookcase, squeezed on the wine table, grabbed the pig's trotters and gnawed on it.

Qingyuan toasted from table to table with a wine bowl, those people didn't look down on him in the first place, and they were eating and drinking happily, so who cared about him?

When Lin Qingli toasted from table to table, no matter which table he went to, everyone stood up and drank not a drop of the wine in the wine bowl.

Qingyuan drank a few bowls of wine depressedly, then walked to the back hall by himself, and stayed alone in silence. When he left, no one paid attention, even if someone did, he didn't bother to take care of it.

After everyone ate and drank down the mountain, it was almost dusk, Lin Qingli toasted from table to table and drank a lot, although her internal strength was amazing, but after all, she was a woman, she was not resistant to alcohol, and she was helped back to her room to rest.

At midnight, the disciples on the mountain drank a lot of wine this time, and most of them were drunk and went to bed early. There was no one on the empty hill except for the crumbling sheds and the mess all over the ground.

The moonlight is like day, and the cold moonlight shines on Kongtong Mountain after the hustle and bustle.

"Ahh The first person was emaciated, he walked into the spiritual shed, took the spiritual seat of the ancestor of the Kongtong faction in his hand and wiped it clean one by one, gently put it back in its original place, and took out the incense from the incense tube, lit it and worshipped. Looking at the black Kongtong Mountain, he was silent.

"Brother Hua. Don't grieve anymore, you won't show up during the day, and now you're ...... I don't even know how to comfort you. A woman's delicate voice in the back said.

These two people are the ghost sword Han Qinghua and the white snake Yan Fengjiao.

Han Qinghua shook his head slowly and said, "It's right that I don't show up during the day, that Pharaoh Xuan monk wants to embarrass Lin Qingli, and I just want to help her." But who knew that Xu Qianfan was also here, and he took the lead, if the two of us met openly, the rivers and lakes would not be peaceful again. ”

Yan Fengjiao said: "Brother Hua, you always think too much, when have these rivers and lakes been calm?"

Han Qinghua said: "My grudge with Xu Qianfan will be settled one day, but I don't want to ruin the Kongtong faction because of this." If Xu Qianfan and I duel now, no matter who lives or dies, it will put the Kongtong faction in a desperate situation.

Alas. Qingyuan, this kid is not a weapon at all, and it all depends on Lin Qingli to support him, but Lin Qingli is a child after all, how can he understand the sinister rivers and lakes? Everyone else knows that Xu Qianfan and I are both disciples of the Kongtong faction, although they don't usually appear,

But if the Kongtong faction had a big event, they would definitely help, so they didn't dare to go too far with Lin Qingli. Only in this way can the Kongtong faction survive. When Lin Qingli can support the overall situation, it will be time for me to settle accounts with Xu Qianfan. ”

Yan Fengjiao said worriedly: "Now Xu Qianfan is no longer what it used to be, when he fought with Xuanfa, I secretly observed that this person is on par with Xuanfa, if you deal with this person in the future, you must be careful." ”

"Hmm. Han Qinghua nodded.

"Brother Hua. My father-in-law told us a few days ago that enmity and enmity are all knots, and it doesn't matter if the knot is opened, today you can hold back and not meet Xu Qianfan, although I am unhappy in my heart. But he was very pleased,

Now that your wish has been fulfilled, let's go. Yan Fengjiao leaned lightly on his arm. "Okay, let's go, this is no longer my Kongtong faction. Han Qinghua took Yan Fengjiao as if she flew away, and her figure was engulfed in the vast night.

Not everyone in Kongtong Mountain is sleeping soundly, at least one person is not sleeping, that is Qingyuan, he doesn't want to sleep, he also wants to fall asleep, in his sleep he can forget all the unhappiness,

He may dream of his kind mother and loving father, in his dreams he can laugh or cry heartily, he can do anything he wants to do when he wakes up but can't!

There was a fire burning in his heart, what was this fire? anger, jealousy, disappointment, loneliness after being despised by others? he couldn't tell, he couldn't figure out the order, he just knew that this fire was tormenting him all the time.

He wanted to roar, he wanted to roar, he even wanted to kill, maybe the blood gushing out could extinguish the fire in his heart. But he ended up doing nothing but sitting quietly,

He had been sitting since noon, and no one had asked him, let alone looked for him, as if his presence or absence did not matter at all.

Outside the window, the moonlight is like snow, and inside the house, the darkness is like ink.

Qingyuan didn't light the lamp, and no matter how many lights there were, it couldn't dispel the haze in his heart.

Qingyuan was born in a slight cold, his father was originally a farmer under the mountain, and later got the opportunity to worship the Kongtong faction.

However, the disciples of the Kongtong sect are also divided into two types: descendants and passers. If a person votes for the Kongtong faction, if he is a disciple, then his martial arts will be taught by the veterans of the Kongtong faction and even the head of the sect.

Food, clothing, shelter and transportation are also taken care of; if they are a disciple, then the martial arts will be taught by the senior brother who is better at kung fu, and not only will he have to take care of his own life, but he will also have to undertake the heavy labor of the sect: logging and paving roads.

When encountering vendetta in the rivers and lakes, the disciples of the descendants are sometimes deliberately protected by the master, but the disciples of the general transmission are not good, no matter what their martial arts are, even if they have just entered the master's sect, they must pick up the sword and gun and rush to the forefront.

When they are old, the descendants can become the elders or even the heads of the Kongtong faction under the blessing of the master, but the disciples can only be ordinary disciples and will never have a bright future.

If there is an exception, it is the Tzu Chi elder back then, Tzu Chi Elder is also a disciple of Tongchuan, but this person has a different talent, and after ten years of study, he can use a bamboo sword to fight against an iron sword, and defeat more than a dozen masters in a row, establishing his status as the first master of the Kongtong faction, and then becoming the head of the Kongtong faction.

Qingyuan sometimes thinks about how good it would be if his father was a descendant disciple, but unfortunately not, his father was a lowly disciple.

After less than three years of study, he went to the Qiangui region with his master, and unfortunately died in the battle of Broken Sword Valley, and after hearing the bad news, his mother died of illness under grief, leaving only a young man who lived by begging.

Later, it was the master Xu Qianfan who was ordered by the master to go down the mountain to take care of the funeral affairs of the people who died in the war, and when he saw that he was from a poor background, he accepted him as a disciple regardless of opposition, and always took him with him. (To be continued......)