Jianling

Meng Wubei didn't say which "Senior Song" it was, but Feng Chenshan suddenly realized that his originally indifferent face suddenly changed, and the previous calm and at ease expression immediately disappeared.

People die every day in the arena, and the top ten list often changes without a trace, but when martial arts, status, and reputation reach the level of Song Mingyun, just being injured is enough to make thousands of people curious, let alone death?

Feng Chenshan somewhat guessed the reason for Meng Wubei's appearance - after all, the last time Song Mingyun appeared was when he was severely injured by Xiao Shuhua, and then he was taken back to the Song family without a word from him.

"Brother Song..." Feng Chenshan sighed and shook his head, taking the initiative to break the silence. He is getting older, and in recent years he has given people the impression of kindness and kindness. At this time, he is still lowering his eyebrows, as if he is really Feeling sorry for Song Mingyun.

Meng Wubei remained calm, waiting quietly for Feng Chenshan's next words, but Feng Chenshan just sighed, and then raised his face: "The Song family..."

Meng Wubei said: "Still on the way."

Feng Chenshan narrowed his eyes slightly, completely understanding his motives.

"What's the meaning of Baopuzi? The Song family hasn't sent the obituary yet, but Baopuzi is more caring than his own family?" Feng Chenshan gave him a cold look, "If you want to speak for that monster, the old man is still I advise Baopuzi not to be in vain."

Meng Wubei didn't make any excuses, just remained silent for a while, and said: "Poverty...Poverty came to ask seniors for advice. On that day, it was really Xiao Shuhua who seriously injured Senior Song?"

Feng Chenshan paused for a moment, and a "yes" was firmly on his lips, and he was about to come out.

In fact, on the day the Song family and Xiao Shuhua confronted each other, he hadn't arrived in Huadu yet, but he expected that Xiao Shuhua would be able to escape unscathed. Coupled with the tone of the Song family, everyone acquiesced that Song Mingyun's serious injury came from the missing Xiao Shuhua—— Xiao Shuhua's impression was neither good nor bad. He neither thought that this person could not be a killer, nor that he would be bloodthirsty for no reason, but Meng Wubei was quite different. People doubted his self-cultivation.

Meng Wubei is exactly the same as his master, pedantic, rigid, and upright. This kind of person is always involved in various incidents for no reason, and can always get out of it unscathed.

Feng Chenshan closed his eyes and pondered for a while, finally shook his head and said: "I don't know."

Sure enough, Meng Wubei's eyes lit up, as if just because of this sentence, all the hard work day and night became worthwhile.

"However, once the Song family's obituary is delivered, everyone will acquiesce that it was Xiao Shuhua's hands." Feng Chenshan looked at him sideways, as if lamenting the good fortune of this pair of close friends, "Baopuzi, there are so many rookies in the world. It's not the world of us old guys. Xiao Shuhua killed Brother Song...is it strange? Not surprising. It's a matter of time, Wen Xu, Song Mingyun, your master...and the old man himself, it must not be you No matter how hard the young man's opponent is, it will only be a matter of three to five years."

"Xiao Shuhua didn't do anything wrong. As long as he beat Brother Song upright, he would be at the mercy of his life. He just beat his predecessors. He didn't do anything wrong."

"But he has been seen by everyone." Feng Chenshan asked, "Baopuzi, you can't hide him anymore."

Feng Chenshan took a sip of his tea, and he saw that the faint light in Meng Wubei's eyes had settled down, quietly turning into a firmness unique to young people.

Feng Chenshan knew in his heart that he had done everything he could to the extreme.

Meng Wubei looked sideways at a candlestick, the flickering candle was like a dancing girl in full swing, desperately casting a graceful shadow on the wall.

He said, "Pindao didn't blame him."

"The old man saw the old man on him." Feng Chenshan closed his eyes and said softly, "Xue Lingmiao."

"..." Meng Wubei hadn't heard this name for a long time, but he still lowered his eyebrows and said softly, "Senior's condolences."

"Sorrow?" Feng Chenshan smiled, "I also regretted not being able to save her and Wen Zhi. It's a pity that I and Qingru also understand that if we save her, we can't save the world. If Xue Lingmiao is not dead, there will be little peace in the world .”

"...why?"

Feng Chenshan looked at him, and his smile deepened: "Because everyone has seen her."

Meng Wubei said, "Jiang Wenzhi didn't hide her well either."

"Yes. Jiang Wenzhi made the same mistake as you."

Meng Wubei raised his eyes, his eyes were burning: "The poor will correct you."

So he is not Jiang Wenzhi who can only choose to die for love, and Xiao Shuhua will not be Xue Lingmiao who died in his prime.

Feng Chenshan sipped his tea with lowered eyes, without saying a word.

In the early morning of the next day, Feng Chenshan once again summoned the knights who attended the meeting this time, leading the silent Meng Wubei, who only wore a plain white robe, and sighed long under the inexplicable and curious eyes of everyone.

So before the Song family's obituary was delivered, the news of Song Mingyun's death had already spread in Huadu.

However, when it comes to the cause of Song Mingyun's death, no matter how much Feng Chenshan emphasizes that it is still unclear, everyone still thinks of the word "Xiao Shuhua". Don't interfere with the grievances between Xiao Shuhua and Huanxizong for the time being.

——Now it is not only the grievances of Huanxizong, but also the Song family.

There were many voices and different opinions in the Juxian Building, but no one dared to criticize Xiao Shuhua directly. After all, no one was blind, and they could all see Meng Wubei, who was standing next to Feng Chenshan, who was not clear about his stand—whether this person had an affair with Xiao Shuhua or not. No matter what kind of internal strife happened, everyone still dare not forget the time when he and Xiao Shuhua were inseparable.

Meng Wupei simply stood aside, looking at the sword in his arms without distraction.

He knew that such a balance was only temporary.

Feng Chenshan didn't intend to keep Xiao Shuhua, and Xiao Shuhua might not accept his own opinion.

— but there was no other way.

Until the noisy people's words gradually subsided, everyone's faces were filled with righteous indignation and dissatisfaction, and finally someone spoke slowly: "Obviously, this is not just a conflict between us and Shou Zhenjun?"

Meng Wubei raised his eyelids, and glanced at the first person who made a sound—a child about thirteen or fourteen years old, with delicate features, a smile on his face, no martial arts background, but he was dressed luxuriously , standing beside him was a little girl who looked exactly like him, with a cold face, holding an impressive long sword.

Feng Shenshan forced his voice into a line, and replaced the job that Xiao Shuhua had previously served: "Huanxi Zongzuo Guardian, Wen Zhumi. He is Wen Xu's adoptive son."

He only said "Wen Zhumi", and Meng Wubei could have a rough impression. After all, this child served Wen Xu in his early years, and he was almost inseparable. Everyone knew that the beautiful child next to Wen Xu was named "Zhu". seek".Then the girl next to him also had an explanation, naturally it was Wen Meixun, the protector of the right, who had become famous in recent years.

Feng Chenshan moved slightly in his heart, but nodded with a smile on his face, and said gently: "Maybe there will be the Song family."

A few days ago, Mrs. Mingrui was accompanying Wen Meixun, but today Wen Zhumi was suddenly replaced—different from Meng Wubei who didn’t care about world affairs, Feng Shen Shanjiu was in power. Not cautious, especially when the opponent is someone like Wen Zhumi.

Could it be that Yundu is already under his control? ——Or is it that Wen Zhumi's hatred for Xiao Shuhua changed his usual prudent personality, and he decided to ignore the internal worries of Huanxizong and directly target Xiao Shuhua, an external trouble?

Feng Chenshan asked himself that most of the thirteen prefectures were under his control, especially Huadu, where he was currently sitting in person, the slightest disturbance, even rumors about the imperial city could reach his ears.

But the appearance of Wen Zhumi is indeed a risky move.

At least except for the Huanxizong's own people, and even himself, no one knows what his intentions are when he appears in Juxian Building in Huadu at this moment.

"The juniors don't dare to hide it anymore." Wen Zhumi shook his head pretending to be self-deprecating, and then bowed to Feng Chenshan, "If the Xiao family is not eliminated, the Huanxi sect will not be safe for a day. Senior Feng, the Xiao family has been in chaos for a long time, Countless people died tragically under his sword, and his methods were so vicious and cruel that ordinary people can't imagine. This junior will only give one example here. The Xiao family went all the way to Huadu, passing through seven states, and Meichuan alone killed them. More than three hundred people."

"Among the more than three hundred people, there are unarmed women and children, some strong men with a height of eight feet, some homeless beggars, and some wealthy businessmen. In my opinion, there may indeed be problems among them, such as Violent, pungent, and reckless, but most of them should not be guilty of death. Even if they speak badly, they only need to be taught a little lesson, and they don't need to kill people at all-after all, they are not just women and children, strong men, beggars, and wealthy businessmen. , They are human lives first and foremost.”

Meng Wubei's figure trembled.

"This junior understands that you may all be thinking in your heart, what I said here is all to instigate everyone to accompany Huanxizong to die, just to settle the personal enmity between Huanxizong and Xiao Shuhua - yes, it is true." Wen Zhumi's voice He was still a little immature, but everyone didn't dare to interrupt him, and they couldn't help but hold their breath and waited for him to say, "The revenge of killing your father is irreconcilable. And he, Xiao Shuhua, can even kill the teacher who raised him for more than ten years." This ruthless hand shows how ruthless and vicious this person is."

"My sister, Wen Meixun, is fourteen years old, and she has learned Xiaohe's swordsmanship to the fifth level. You may not feel about it...Ye father Wen Xu, learned to the peak of the eighth level before his death, and Xiao Shuhua was trying the sword earlier. Every move at the meeting was all from Xiaohe's swordsmanship, if the junior guessed it right, it should be seven-fold."

"Shouldn't you master martial arts and chivalry, and hold swords, spears, swords and halberds, shouldn't it be to rule the injustice of the court and the injustice of the world? But Xiao Shuhua has become the injustice of the court and the injustice of the world. Why can the lords still sit here? , as stable as Mount Tai?"

When Wen Zhumi said this, his eyes were already full of water, as if he was about to cry at any moment, as fragile as an ordinary 14-year-old child.And every word of his weeping question was like a sword piercing everyone's conscience, and everyone's hearts were stirred by his words. "'s sister attracted attention.

If 14 years old is the fifth weight, then a few years later, the future is really limitless.On the other hand, Wen Xu's age of over half a hundred is only eight years old, and Xiao Shuhua is now seven years old. I am afraid that the changes will not be too big in the future, so it is not surprising to stop here.

But Wen Zhumi seemed to be more than trying to tease the mood of this group of people, he stood under the stage, his eyes full of tears looked at Meng Wubei intently, as if he was looking at his most trusted god.

"Baopuzi, I know you are prejudiced against the foster father." Wen Zhumi paused, two lines of tears welled up from his eyes, and quickly put his pretty face on his face, "After all, we have different positions, even if In your opinion, my adoptive father deserves to be hacked to pieces, but you said, Xiao Shuhua came all the way and killed more than 1000 people, so they deserve the same crime?"

Meng Wubei was not good at words, and because of those words, he was struggling in his heart, when he was suddenly called by Wen Zhumi, he was stunned for a while, unable to speak for a while.

Feng Chenshan sighed nonchalantly, knowing that once Wen Zhumi opened his mouth, this discussion would be meaningless, but it just paved the way for him and held a heated mobilization meeting.

Classifying what Wen Xu did as a prejudice, and deliberately emphasizing Huanxizong's kindness to Xiao Shuhua's upbringing, and taking out the rest of the lives, it was tailor-made for Meng Wubei-and a 14-year-old child, Eagerly eager to avenge his father, he did not hesitate to leave the chaotic Yundu and come to Huadu alone, which is enough to move people.

Meng Wubei was speechless all the time, and Feng Chenshan couldn't wait for him all the time, so he simply took over the conversation, and said in a gentle voice: "Today, I heard what you said, and this old man is also enlightened. Then according to what you have seen, what do you hope for?"

Wen Zhumi wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said with a choked voice: "This junior hopes that with the help of all the seniors, we can eradicate that unbelievably so-called mountain of grief in one fell swoop, find out Xiao Shuhua, and give him the death penalty so as to comfort those innocent souls." He paused After a pause, he added inadvertently, "The Huanxi Sect today is dilapidated and dilapidated without the righteous father, but even so, we will never forget such engraved hatred. Father revenge and revenge."

There was another commotion underneath. Hearing such hints, most people were a little eager to try.

Meng Wubei, who was speechless before, suddenly spoke: "You are very good at talking."

Wen Zhumi stopped wiping her tears, raised her head pretending to be ignorant, and looked at him pitifully: "I want to avenge my adoptive father, what's wrong?"

"No." Meng Wubei thought for a while, "You've got the poor way in."

"Ok?"

"But now I think about it."

Meng Wubei lowered his eyes, and his snow-white clothes were silent: "The poor man doesn't know how to speak, he can't speak, and he can't understand."

"Standing here today, there is only one thing to tell."

"Leave Xiao Shuhua to Pindao. If you don't agree," Yu Louchun finally got out of the sheath, "We can fight."