rebirth favors you alone

The martial arts conference was completely over, and Yang Qing gave way to the virtuous, announcing that Zhang Yong, the leader of the Songshan faction, was the next leader of the martial arts alliance. Although the people below were not convinced, there was nothing they could do for the time being.Zhang Yong sat proudly on the chair that symbolized power, grinning and laughing wildly, he is now the leader of the martial arts alliance, and Zhang Li is in his hands again.

Everything is ready, only the east wind is needed, and Duanmuqing is the east wind.

Thinking endlessly in his heart, Zhang Yong was about to say something to express that he would definitely lead the people in the martial arts to a better future, but suddenly he felt his heart stagnate, his breathing was difficult, and his eyes darkened.

He touched under his nose, and there was a nosebleed, and then he felt his brain went blank. Ling Sheng looked at him coldly from below, and the others saw Zhang Yong's situation and wanted to go up to rescue him, but they hadn't waited for them to do anything. , Zhang Yong is already dead.

Zhang Yong's death was too strange, and Leng was present, so Yang Qing asked him to perform an autopsy on Zhang Yong's body to see how he died and whether he was framed by a traitor.

Of course, the cold will not betray Ling Sheng. After checking it pretendingly, he said seriously and seriously: "He had a sudden cerebral hemorrhage because he was too excited. Even if he is rescued, he will be paralyzed for the rest of his life."

"This... what should I do? The martial arts leader who just took office died because of being too excited!"

"Amitabha, the benefactor has gone all the way."

"It's time to find someone to preside over the overall situation!"

"How about we try again and choose the leader of the martial arts?"

"I think it's better to invite leader Yang to be the leader of the martial arts again?"

Everyone discussed for a long time, but there was no result. Yang Qing was not crazy about letting him be the leader again. He asked someone to carry Zhang Yong's body out and asked Ling Sheng to bury him properly. Ling Sheng agreed on the surface, but in fact he didn't It is better to throw him to some mountain to feed the dogs.

Duanmuqing and the others sat on the chairs all the time, looking at these people indifferently, some of them were sincere for the good of martial arts and wanted Yang Qing to be the leader, some were greedy and wanted to be the leader themselves, and some were not interested in the leader and wanted Xi Shi Just imitate, learn from what Ling Sheng did at that time, and take advantage of the fire to snatch Zhang Li over when the Songshan School has no head.

Nineteen bit Duanmu Qing's ear and whispered: "Those who want to take advantage of the situation and rob them will have their wishful thinking come to nothing."

Duanmu Qing also whispered back to him cooperatively: "Maybe they think everyone is weak and incompetent."

Leng also whispered to Eleven: "When will they finish their discussion, I'm so tired."

Eleven pursed his lips, closed the cold collar that was slightly open and could see the imprint inside, put his fist on his lips, coughed, and asked, "Back pain?"

Leng wanted to stare at him but didn't dare, afraid that Eleven would be angry and abandon him, so he could only nod weakly, then raised his head slightly, and looked at Eleven with aggrieved eyes.

Eleven felt a little guilty when he saw this. Last night, he was too reckless. He hugged Leng and let him sit on his lap. He put his hands behind his back and gently rubbed his waist. Shen Bei was about to die of jealousy.

He wanted to find Shisan, but now Shisan didn't know which corner to guard, and it was inconvenient for him to leave now.

Really, when will Shisan accept him?So distressed!

Nineteen was a little impatient, but he also knew that it was better for them not to be absent on such an occasion, so he could only eat some pastries and wait for them to finish talking.

Yang Qing coughed and signaled for everyone to be quiet, "The news of the death of leader Zhang is very sad. But the man has passed away, and those of us who are alive can't always be immersed in sadness." Yang Qing's words are really sanctimonious. For others, Zhang Yong's death is still a good thing, but no one will say it out loud.

They showed an expression of unbearable grief, and listened to Yang Qing's words: "Nowadays, there is no leader in the martial arts, and Yang is not talented, so it is difficult to take on the big responsibility again. Please choose a suitable person."

"The poor monk has no interest in the position of the leader. Now that the martial arts conference is over, the poor monk will leave first." The local abbot of Shaolin Temple saluted, turned around and left without waiting for everyone's consent.

"Amitabha, the poor nun is the same, I will leave here." The head of Mount Emei also left.

They are all monks and are not interested in gold, silver, wealth, fame and fortune. It is best to leave now.

"What's your opinion?" Yang Qing asked again.

"I'm not talented, do you think it's better to try again?"

"The winner becomes the king and the loser is Kou, that's okay."

There were discussions again, and Yang Qing remained silent after expressing his attitude, and sat aside quietly as a bystander like Duanmuqing and the others.

Finally, they agreed to compete again tomorrow morning, Yang Qing nodded meaningfully, and they dispersed.

Duanmuqing and the others can finally go back.

"Master Duanmu, please stay." Yang Qing called Duanmuqing from behind.

Duanmu Qing and Nineteen turned their heads, and he asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just want to chat with you." Yang Qing walked to Duanmuqing's side, "I wonder if the master Duanmu is free?"

Duanmu Qing respected Yang Qing, he said, "Of course I'm free. I don't know where we can talk?"

Yang Qing said: "If you don't mind, let's go to my house?"

"Naturally."

Cold and the others took a step ahead, Duanmu Qing and Shijiu followed Yang Qing to his home.Yang Qing asked someone to serve tea, Duanmu Qing took a sip, and praised: "Good tea." He glanced at Shijiu, and said again: "However, Shijiu is not feeling well recently, so I don't know if I can give him a pot. Boiled water?"

Yang Qing didn't ask what the disease was, and hired someone to change the water for Shijiu.

Nineteen thanked: "Thank you for your understanding."

"You're welcome." Yang Qing said with a smile, "I don't want to be a secret anymore, I just want to ask if the key to the Ke family is in your hands?"

Duanmu put down the teacup, did not answer yes or no, but asked: "I don't know how the leader knows?"

Yang Qing waved his hand and said: "I am no longer the leader of the martial arts, just call me Yang Qing, or if you want to make me a friend, just call me Brother Yang."

Yang Qing is a nice person, and it's okay to make friends, so Duanmu is very kind: "Brother Yang."

"Brother Duanmu, since we are friends, can you answer my question just now?"

"The key is indeed in my hand." Duanmu Qing said.

"Then what do you think?" Yang Qing asked again.

Duanmuqing has the key in his hand, as long as he grabs Zhang Li again, he can go to find the treasure, even though he can't find it alone.

People in the world only know that Duanmuqing and the person with leaves on his shoulders can open the treasure, but few people know the key. Before the Ke family was destroyed, they only heard that their family heirloom was lost and then found. No one knows the key. What.

Except for Duanmu Qing and the others who knew the truth, the rest are all dead, and now there is Yang Qing, Duanmu Qing didn't know where he learned about it.

Seeing that Duanmu was confused, Yang Qing explained: "I also learned this by accident. Ke Qing cooperated with Gumen when she was not dead. I only found out about it by sending someone to monitor them."

"Sure enough."

"To be honest, I hope you can find the treasure." Yang Qing's attitude suddenly changed, and he looked a little sadder than before. Could it be that he was short of money?

Duanmuqing didn't ask this question, what if Yang Qing borrowed money from him.

But he couldn't stop talking, so he asked, "But what difficulties did you encounter?"

Yang Qing nodded, "I heard that there is a panacea in the treasure that can cure inborn stupidity. Compared with them, I believe in Qingchenglou's reputation."

Duanmu Qing knew that she was treating Yang Die, because she had met Yang Die before, and she was indeed a little different from normal people. Yang Qing had also found Leng a while ago, and Leng had nothing to do with this natural stupidity.

Only then did Yang Qing pin his hope on the legendary panacea. If it wasn't for his daughter, he would not have the slightest interest in this treasure.

"So Brother Yang is going to cooperate with me or spend a lot of money to buy medicine? If I can find it." Duanmu asked.

"Nature is cooperation."

"I told you that you might not believe it. I'm not interested in treasures, but those people will definitely force me to go, but I don't want to find treasures." Duanmuqing was telling the truth. Without Nineteen Treasures, I would definitely not be able to find them. Yes, but he can't sacrifice Nineteen for others.

Just as he was thinking, he caught a glimpse of Nineteen accidentally knocking over the water out of the corner of his eye, and scalding hot water was poured on his hands, but Nineteen didn't even feel it.

Duanmuqing was taken aback, he could see the heat of the water floating upwards, how could Nineteen be so calm?

Pulled Nineteen's hand over and blew, "Does it hurt? Don't you know it's hot?"

Nineteen looked at Duanmu Qing blankly: "It's not hot." He didn't feel it at all.

"Hands are all red and you still say you don't feel it. Let's go. I'll take you back to apply the medicine." Duanmuqing took Shijiu's hand and was about to leave. .

Leng applied medicine to Shijiu and said, "Why are you so careless, Duanmu is the same, I don't know how to keep an eye on you!"

Nineteen scratched his head: "It has nothing to do with him, it's my own business, besides, it really doesn't hurt."

Duanmu Qing and Nineteen didn't pay much attention to this matter, he insisted that Nineteen was pretending that it didn't hurt, but later he found that it didn't seem to be the case.

When taking a bath at night, the water was a bit hot, Duanmu leaned his hand in and was scalded and quickly retracted his hand, but Nineteen stretched his hand in but said: "It's not hot, master, what's wrong with you?"

Duanmu Qing finally felt that something was wrong, he hit Nineteen once, and asked Nineteen if it hurt, Nineteen said again: "It doesn't hurt, but why did you hit me?"

Duanmu looked at him intently, "Nineteen, when did it start?"

Nineteen is still confused: "What?"

"I didn't feel this thing, when did it start?"

Nineteen found something dull, thought for a while, and said: "It should be today, yesterday was fine."

"Hey, I'll ask someone to change the water. After taking a shower, you go to bed first, and I'll go find the cold." Duanmu coaxed.

"Yeah." Nineteen was sleepy, wishing he could finish washing soon.

Duanmuqing helped him take a bath, dressed him in obscene clothes, and waited until Shijiu fell asleep before going to the cold.

Leng didn't dare to jump to conclusions: "It may be the sequelae of pregnancy, maybe there will be other unknown symptoms in the future, of course, this is only a possibility."

"Didn't you find anything wrong when you took your pulse today?"

"No, his pulse is normal. I'll try to take his pulse tomorrow."

Duanmu leaned back to the room and lay beside Shijiu, without sleep all night.

The author has something to say:

Nineteen: It hurts.

Duanmuqing: Good boy, just kiss me.