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From Fenghuang Town to Jindou Mountain, a mountain road of more than 100 miles, it would take Hu Wei'e four or five hours at most before he was injured. Now, he walked for almost a day and a night before finally reaching the Taoist Temple on the top of Jindou Mountain.

Next to the incense hall where pilgrims burn incense and worship immortals, in a fairly clean guest room, Hu Wei'e, who was led in by the little Taoist, stood in front of the old Taoist with a wooden stick in both hands.

"With a wooden stick in your hand and a serious injury, you dare to crash into my Taoist temple single-handedly, your guts are fat enough! Are you not afraid that there will be no return?" said after Lao Dao looked at Hu Wei'e, who had a blue nose and swollen face.

"Those who are about to die, why be afraid? If you come, you will be safe, and it doesn't matter if you go back and forth!" Hu Wei'e said sadly. This is the truth, suffering from internal injuries that hurt his organs and bones, this more than 100 miles of mountain road, he was tossed half to death, and after falling down several times in the middle, he didn't want to stand up again...... It was hatred and unwillingness that gave him the strength to get up again and again and move on.

"Sit, please!" said Lao Dao, as he stepped forward and sat down on a futon made of straw. Lao Dao had a scheming, and with the help of his support, he easily measured the pulse of Hu Wei's wrist. Dark Path: "The pulse rate is disordered, the pulse shape is scattered, and the vitality is weak...... This person did have internal injuries, and he was injured by the internal qi of a strong martial artist. Although it did not hurt the vital point, his life was temporarily worry-free, but if he did not rescue in time, let the meridians in the body be blocked, and he was afraid that the evil would be more auspicious, and if he delayed for a while, even if he was cured and cured, he would lose his martial arts, and he could barely be an ordinary person. It is really not easy for him to climb over the mountains and insist on coming here, and there must be a major secret in it. ”

Admiration is admiration, but Lao Tao is not Guanyin Bodhisattva, the life and death of strangers have never been related to him, and he can't take it to heart. Looking at his face, he didn't have a good impression of this person, and even a little disgusted. He sat leisurely, only caring about pouring a small bowl of tea for himself in a small purple clay pot, and did not ask anyone to serve tea to Hu Wei'e, the meaning of neglect was very obvious.

"What do you call it? Why are you here? As for me, if you can find this place, you must know who I am, so I don't need to introduce myself!" asked the old man with a squinting eye.

"Little Hu Wei'e, and the family teacher Zhuge Hong went to Yanqian Gui, the return journey through Phoenix Town, in the accommodation inn, encountered a group of strongmen bullying the weak, indiscriminately killing innocents, our master and apprentice came to the rescue, how can the strong man's martial arts is too high, the family teacher and many disciples were killed by this group of strong men, only the small I escaped due to serious injuries and fainted. Hu Wei'e didn't care, so he read the opening draft that he had made on the way here. He is not good at martial arts, but he has a flexible mind, and he is the best at making up nonsense and adding fuel and vinegar out of nothing. He knew what to say and what not to say in front of the old Tao and the old nun. "I took advantage of his unpreparedness to get away with it. Just as the little one ran out of Phoenix Town, looking at it without relatives and cornered, he suddenly thought that there was a famous Jindou Mountain not far from Phoenix Town, and there was a strong martial arts and a good Taoist on the mountain, so he struggled to get here. The small one is not completely just to avenge the revenge of the family teacher and the senior brother and brother to enter the Guiguan for help, but also to seek justice for some poor people who died unjustly at the hands of this gang of wicked people, such as Lei Wutong, the leader of the Yunhaima Gang; Xuanqingzi, the head of Wudang, ...... "Hu Wei'e opened his mouth, and said nonsense with truth and falsehood. He first used the taste of other people's old ways, and then tried to cut to the chase.

"What?, Xuanqingzi, the head of Wudang, was also killed?" said the old man in disbelief, feeling a little surprised. Although Lao Dao and Xuan Qingzi have never met, they are both Taoists, so they can't help but feel a little sorry. In addition, Lao Dao knew that Xuan Qingzi was not only excellent in swordsmanship, but also had cultivated to a high level in the secret skills of Wudang, such as Xuanwu Gong, Tai Chi Ball Gong, Yin and Yang Mixed Yuan Gong, etc., and his kung fu was by no means under the major sects in the rivers and lakes. Lao Dao can't think of it, looking at the world, apart from their senior brothers and sisters, who else can kill Xuan Qingzi. Lao Dao began to be a little interested in the news brought by Hu Wei'e.

"That's right, Xuan Qingzi was also killed. Hu Wei'e affirmed. He is now a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water, and has no scruples. Anyway, retracting one lie is a lie, and withdrawing two or three lies is also a lie, and for him, it doesn't matter if Lao Dao knows the truth in the future, because these are not the point. The point is what Lao Dao will do when he knows that Shangguan Zhaoxiu is killed, that is the key to Jian, and it is also the result he wants. Therefore, he deliberately continued lightly: "Even Shangguan Zhaoxiu, the young owner of Yunwu Mountain Villa, is still a minor, but he was also cut by this group of wicked people with a sword and died ...... death."

Just listened: "pop", the purple sand tea bowl in Lao Dao's hand fell to the ground. Lao Dao lost control and interrupted Hu Wei'e's words and asked: "Shangguan Zhaoxiu, was cut by a sword and died? How is it possible? You are fucking nonsense, right?" Lao Dao spoke, hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed Hu Wei'e's chest clothes with his left hand, lifted him to his feet, raised his right hand and said angrily: "No matter what your motive is or what your purpose is, you dare to tell half a lie, and talk about Shangguan Zhaoxiu's life and death to talk about Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will immediately smash your skull, feed you to the predators, and let you die a dog mongrel without a place to be buried!

Seeing that Lao Dao was so violent, Hu Wei'e was not only not afraid, but felt down-to-earth. He thought to himself: "The rumors are really true, Shangguan Zhaoxiu and Lao Dao do have a relationship. So, pretending to be afraid, he swore and cursed: "If half of what the little one just said is not true, there will be five thunderstorms in the sky, and it will not be a good death!"

"You must carefully explain the causes and consequences of Shangguan Zhaoxiu's killing, which must be what you have seen with your own eyes and heard with your own ears, and you must not hide it. Don't talk about other people and things for now. ”

"I know that you only care about your illegitimate son, if it weren't for him, the master wouldn't come!" Hu Wei'e said secretly happy.

So, Hu Wei'e recounted in detail the causes and consequences of Shangguan Zhaoxiu's murder that he knew at the "Fulai" inn and the conversation between Shangguan Zhaoxiu and Beimen Yunfei.