The next day, Beijing.

In the early morning, in a courtyard, an old man with a decrepit appearance just got up with the help of a servant. After getting dressed, he leaned on the master's chair and listened to a middle-aged man's report.

"Dad, Xihai died last night, and Mu Hua died too." The middle-aged man stood next to the old man with a sad look on his face and told him what happened last night.

The middle-aged man's name is Jiang Qingzang, and he is the head of the Jiang family in the capital. He holds an important position in the capital and holds a high position of power.

He didn't want to tell the old man the news, for fear that the old man wouldn't be able to bear the pain of losing his grandson, but he thought about it all night and decided to tell the old man the sad news.

The movements of the two of them were ordered by the old man. If there is no result, even if it is a sad result, it cannot be concealed and can only be told truthfully.

"What?"

After Jiang Qingzang finished speaking, the old man's old body trembled slightly, and the wrinkles on his face began to squirm, revealing his cloudy eyes, revealing a look of shock and disbelief.

"The news is correct, it has been confirmed." Jiang Qingzang gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

After confirming again, the old man showed sadness and anger.

"Has my grandson been repaid for the disaster that changed his destiny?" A sad look flashed in the old man's eyes.

Four years ago, he was supposed to die, but he kept taking immortality potions from Yang Shancheng to forcefully extend his life. He endured the explosion of extraordinary substances and continued to control the Jiang family.

Now, one of his adopted sons and grandsons has died due to his greed. Perhaps this is karma.

Then, the old man sighed and said: "Mu Hua wanted to go to Rong District to meet with the gangster. I tried to dissuade him at that time, but he still insisted on following. I thought that with a king-level protection, there should be no problem in terms of safety. Who knows Qingcheng Mountain

Entering the world will eventually lead to eternal separation between heaven and man."

"Dad, I will help them take revenge!" Jiang Qingzang made a deep voice, with a look of resentment in his eyes.

Jiang Qingzang died of his own son, and only he could feel the pain of losing a son.

The old man shook his head slightly and said: "Too many people are staring at your position. You can't act rashly, otherwise the Jiang family will fall. Please be patient during this period and tell me what happened in Shu City last night."

The higher the position, the more people would be stared at. Jiang Qingzang also knew this, so he had to take a deep breath to calm down the resentment in his heart.

Then, Jiang Qingzang told the old man about Shucheng and Qiancheng.

After finishing speaking, the old man closed his eyes and said in a cold tone: "Qingcheng Mountain, Rabbit Group, Emei, it's great! I didn't expect that after working hard all my life, I ended up being labeled as a sacrificial teacher, so I can kill as many as I want."

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Jiang Xihai and Jiang Muhua secretly went to Sichuan City. They wanted to get rid of Yang Shancheng's envoy to the Yang family, and at the same time get rid of the nosy people in the Rabbit Group, such as Rabbit Hou Er and Rabbit Hou Qi.

But they did not expect that Qingchengshan would directly kill people, and afterwards they would wear the hat of the Sacrifice Cult on them.

Jiang Xihai and Jiang Muhua originally went to Sichuan secretly, but now that they died like this, the Jiang family didn't even have a chance to seek revenge head-on, so they could only swallow their anger.

Otherwise, the political opponents of the Jiang family would surely ask why a king of the capital secretly went to Shu City.

If it is found out that the Jiang family wants to get involved with the Rabbit Group, it will probably cause a bigger storm. Based on the calculation, we can only endure it for the time being.

"Where is Yang Shancheng?" the old man asked.

Jiang Qingzang said: "After the battle in Rong District last night, Emei master Mei Fu went to Zhu District to find Yang Shancheng. The Yang family was killed by Emei masters at the same time, but Feng Qing from the Feng family in Xiangcheng took action to protect Yang Shancheng and allowed him to escape.

, and now there is no news.”

"He's not dead..." The old man showed a hint of regret.

Jiang Qingzang said in a deep voice: "If Yang Shancheng hadn't joined forces with the Sacrifice Cult to deal with Emei without permission, we wouldn't have reached the point where we are today. Now our Jiang family is also affected. Yang Shancheng must die!"

The old man closed his eyes, leaned back on the Taishi chair and said: "This old dog has always been afraid of death. After Emei's attack this time, he will definitely not appear again. With the protection of the Feng family, it will take too much energy to find him.

Leave him to Emei. If there is any news, you can give his position to Emei."

This is where the rabbit dies and the dog cooks!

Jiang Qingzang nodded and said: "Meifu failed to kill Yang Shancheng last night. All the masters of Emei went out and killed more than twenty core figures of the Yang family. Yang Shancheng was ready to abandon his relatives."

In order to survive, Yang Shancheng had left Qiancheng alone overnight. As for the Yang family, Yang Shancheng had no time to think about it. He almost died, so how could he have the mood to care about them.ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

The old man sneered: "This old dog, fortunately it is not the Jiang family who has direct contact with him, otherwise he would have been completely dragged down by this old dog."

The Jiang family is a wealthy family in Beijing and holds a high position. How could it be possible for them to have direct contact with Yang Shancheng? They must not leave any excuses for Yang Shancheng, lest they cause trouble for themselves.

Although there is no direct contact, the Jiang family is still facing backlash because of Yang Shancheng, and two close relatives have died.

Then the old man sighed sadly and said: "Let's build a mourning hall for Mu Hua in my room. He hasn't spoken to me since he went to school. Let him talk to me here. Although revenge cannot be carried out immediately

, but you also need to know who the enemy is, check who in the capital is connected to Qingcheng Mountain, and be prepared."

After saying this, I felt like this octogenarian had aged a few years.

Jiang Qingzang's face showed unbearability. No matter how powerful his official authority was, he couldn't help but turn red at this moment.

…

During the morning break, people in the classroom were discussing what happened last night. Mo Xiu witnessed the whole process last night and joined in. He was very happy to talk.

"You don't know the danger at all. The opponent is a Hou-level strongman with the ability to control fire. He used his extraordinary power to condense a fire snake and a fire bird, which were lifelike. Every time he moved, he set off a blazing wind. I almost missed it.

Burned my peerless appearance, but fortunately I was strong enough to extinguish the opponent's flames with one punch, and made the villain of the Sacrifice Sect jump up and down, crying for father and mother!"

In the classroom, what Mo Xiu said was 30% true and 70% false, which seemed exaggerated to many people. In the end, no one believed it, and only fools would believe him.

"Come on, come on, I'll stand here and try to hit you with a punch. If I fall down, I lose."

Wang Shuiliang couldn't help it, and wanted to try his own method on the spot to expose Mo Xiu's lies.

Mo Xiu stood with his hands behind his back and said with a sneer: "How can a mere first-level child like you, who has spent eighteen years in this punch, be able to bear it?"

"I admit that you have great talent, but will you die if you don't brag?" Shu Rong rolled her eyes at Mo Xiu, because Mo Xiu was damaging the image of the handsome young marquis in her heart.

Luo Lan looked at Sun Chen in public and shouted, "Sun Chen, were you the one who resisted the Sacrifice Sect on Qingyang Road last night?"

Sun Chen put down his phone, smiled, and responded, "Yes."

Sun Chen admitted it, but no one believed it, because he knew that Luo Lan didn't really doubt him when he asked, but just wanted to undermine Mo Xiu.

"have a look!"

Everyone looked at Mo Xiu with sneers.

Mo Xiu looked at Sun Chen dissatisfied and said, "Senior brother, don't tear me down!"

Sun Chen smiled and said, "You can also tear me down!"

Song Jingde sneered: "You need good looks to break up trouble. Obviously, you are not qualified!"

Mo Xiu glanced at Song Jingde and sneered: "Damn fat man, I'm not qualified but you are?"

Song Jingde's face fell, he stood up and pointed at Mo Xiu: "It's true that I am fat, but I don't allow you to add the word "death" in front of it!"

"Come on, come on, let me see how you, this damn fat man, maintains his final dignity!" Mo Xiu waved to Song Jingde in provocation.

"Ahem! Class is on!"

Yan Penghua coughed slightly, immediately interrupting the tit-for-tat confrontation between the two.

The two of them have been angry with each other for a long time in the class. Everyone has long been used to it. Whenever the two of them bicker, there are people nearby who keep fanning the flames and want to fight between the two.

Naturally, Song Jingde couldn't beat Mo Xiu. Whenever Song Jingde fell into a disadvantage, others would come out to help him, give him a step down, and then watch Mo Xiu leave triumphantly.

It's afternoon and it's not school time yet, but many people have already started to get excited.

"I've already had my first glimpse of the Qi-Yang Jue. I don't know what the teacher is going to teach us tonight!"

Today is Wednesday, and it’s time for the senior class’s extraordinary class. Except for the two people in the back row of Class 4, everyone else is looking forward to it.

"It should be the Qi Generating Technique. I see that many people have just learned it. Oh, I envy those who learn it in ten minutes." Someone showed envy.

The person next to me laughed and said, "You can just say their names."

There were only two people in the entire high school in Rong District who learned the Qi Generating Technique in ten minutes, and they happened to be in their class. Not to mention how proud they were.

Those students and teachers had long forgotten that Mo Xiu called them fools, and kept showing off to the people around them in private. When meeting people, they would say: "I have two geniuses in No. 8 Middle School!"

However, this move by No. 8 Middle School immediately aroused dissatisfaction among many people, who ridiculed the people of No. 8 Middle School on the Internet.

"They are just two people who have just used the Qi Generating Technique. Those who didn't know better thought they were two emperor-level experts!"

"Let me tell you a secret, there are two 'geniuses' in No. 8 Middle School, and they actually learned the Qi Generating Technique!"

"You really have impressed the people of No. 8 Middle School. Showing off two people who have just learned to walk. Don't they know that someone from our Experimental High School has already joined the rabbit group?"

"Everyone, please don't wake them up and let them continue to indulge in their own world!"

All kinds of weird comments on the Internet are posted by other high school students in Rong District, mocking the lack of knowledge of the people in No. 8 Middle School.

Soon, people from No. 8 Middle School began to fight back.

"I know you are jealous, but none of you are talented enough to do it."

"In the whole of Liangzhou, only two people from our No. 8 Middle School in Rong District can successfully practice the Qi Generating Technique within ten minutes. Are you angry or not?"

"Geniuses are always jealous. I hope Sun Chen and Mo Xiu can hold on."

"Sisters, come out quickly, anyone dares to look down on our handsome senior Sun Chen!"

When talking about handsomeness, there is no mention of Mo Xiu.

After people from No. 8 Middle School came to the fore, they were quickly ridiculed.
To be continued...