Lin Miao moved his cheeks and said slowly: "Master, although my disciples have inherited your martial arts... I am afraid they will never inherit your name..." Qian Rendeng smiled and raised his hands behind his back: "I will naturally know! People in the world say that my bloody hands cover the sky, but I can't cover the sky beyond the sky! A Miao, your temper is very similar to that of Bu Lao Gui, and your martial arts will definitely be above him in the future. You don't like killing like Master, but in fact, I feel more relieved to my master."

Then Qian Rendeng stared at Zhang Hong and twisted his neck: "But that's what I said again - my disciple doesn't like killing people, I like it very much! Master National Master, today, you are unlucky!" After that, Qian Rendeng rushed to Zhang Hong like he had just now and slapped Zhang Hong in the face. Zhang Hong did not dare to face Qian Rendeng, so he could only jump behind him one after another, and jumped to the edge of the city tower in a few steps.

Qian Rendeng still bit his cheeks and chased him reluctantly. Zhang Hong could only jump into the refugee group with unwilling expressions. Qian Rendeng stood on the city tower and glared at Zhang Hong fiercely. Zhang Hong narrowed his eyes and looked at Qian Rendeng, allowing the surging crowd to squeeze himself into the distance. Qian Rendeng turned around with an unhappy expression and slowly looked at Dai Deyong. Dai Deyong could only stand up straight and gritted his teeth and said, "If you want to kill and cut, you will be all Sui Zun!"

Qian Rendeng raised his hands and thought for a while, then shook his head and jumped to Dai Deyong: "I don't think you are so disliked... My surname is Dai, please ask your deputy leader to guard the city gate for me! It's just for my disciple to help me, so I might be able to spare your life." Dai Deyong lowered his head, bowed to Qian Rendeng silently, and then strode down the city tower and walked towards the city.

Qian Rendeng walked to Mu Wushuang and the other two, looked at the three of them carefully, then sighed and said, "Lingzhou is so talented, it's true!" Zhang Tingmu took two steps forward and bowed to Qian Rendeng: "Old Qian, we have to go to support the city defense, so..." Qian Rendeng interrupted Zhang Tingmu and said, "Tingmu, you should be Zhang Xiugong's son, right?" Zhang Tingmu nodded silently.

Qian Rendeng shook his head and sighed heavily: "Tingmu, you'd better go back to the Wei family first..." Mu Wushuang and Lin Miao slowly turned their faces and looked into the distance when they heard Qian Rendeng say this. Zhang Tingmu asked in confusion: "Old Qian, why?" Qian Rendeng moved the corners of his mouth and said slowly: "If your father hadn't died young...ah, forgot, the Zhang family in Jiujian Pavilion would have a successor..."

Zhang Tingmu looked at Qian Rendeng with confusion on his face, but Zhang Tingmu's doubts quickly turned into surprise and finally turned into a panic of dismay. Zhang Tingmu was stunned for a moment when he looked at Qian Rendeng, and suddenly stamped his feet and ran towards the Wei Mansion. Qian Rendeng looked at Mu Wushuang and waved his hand: "Wushuang, follow him closely! He can't have any more trouble!" Mu Wushuang nodded and immediately used his skills to chase Zhang Tingmu.

Qian Rendeng glanced at Lin Miao, who was also restless: "Amiao, go too. It was the teacher's fault that he didn't kill Zhang Hong today..." Lin Miao shook his head and said, "Master, I will kill Zhang Hong with my own hands!" After that, Lin Miao also used the fairy cloud step to chase Mu Wushuang and Zhang Tingmu. Qian Rendeng looked at Lin Miao's back and touched his chin and smiled bitterly: "Little bastard, practice Bu Laogui's martial arts so well. Who the hell are you?"

Zhang Tingmu rushed into the Wei family's yard and heard the sound of Ji Gu muttering scriptures coming from the rooms of Mu Wushuang and Lin Miao. Zhang Tingmu's mind suddenly disappeared, and he shook his head and said to himself: "No, no, this monk, what kind of sutra of salvation... I definitely won't..." Mu Wushuang and Lin Miao fell into the yard almost at the same time. Seeing Zhang Tingmu standing straight on the ground, his shoulders trembling constantly, and the tiger-headed knife was thrown to the ground by him.

Mu Wushuang walked behind Zhang Tingmu and whispered, "Senior Brother, let's be mournful and change... Uncle Zhang has already..." Zhang Tingmu nodded, and his body trembled even harder. Lin Miao was silent for a moment before whispering, "Do you want me to invite Mr. Tingye here? After all, this matter cannot be hidden from him." Zhang Tingmu still nodded. Lin Miao took a deep breath and pulled the onion to fly east of the city.

After a while, Zhang Tingmu moved his throat and walked towards Mu Wushuang's room step by step. Mu Wushuang carefully followed Zhang Tingmu to the door. Both of them stopped at the door and did not knock on the door. Zhang Tingmu's hand was stopped three inches away from the door, but he couldn't take it. Ji Gu also slowly stopped chanting scriptures, sighed in the room and said, "Two young men, please come in."

When Zhang Tingmu heard this, he suppressed the depression in his heart and asked deceivingly: "Master, I dare to ask, why do you recite scriptures and save me..." Zhang Tingmu was crying as he spoke, and closed his eyes with a sigh: "Young hero, I am the one who is reborn. If the young hero does not dislike me, I will continue to recite scriptures. Good, good, good."

Zhang Tingmu knelt on his knees uncontrollably at the door, and supported the ground with his elbows and bent down: "Second uncle, Tingmu is unfilial... I can't live your life for you..." Mu Wushuang also knelt on both knees, put Ju Luojian aside, kowtowed to the ground with his elbows and said, "Uncle Zhang, Master Ji Sui, Wushuang is unworthy, and you two are so worried about it on weekdays..." Ji Gu sighed and stopped reciting the scriptures: "Zhang Zhengge is slow to behave, but I am also anxious to behave, and it is difficult to distinguish things... Amitabha."

Zhang Tingmu burst into tears when he heard this, and could not help himself for a long time. Mu Wushuang raised his body slightly, reached out and pressed Zhang Tingmu's back and advised him, "Senior Brother, don't be sad. Our Jiujian Pavilion has been proud of death on the battlefield since ancient times, so let's be sad..." Zhang Tingmu said in tears: "But my second uncle was killed by a treacherous minister in the court! He still gained this reputation after his death. I...I... Why didn't I kill that beast Zhang Hong just now..."

As he said that, Zhang Tingmu was already crying, and his whole body was as soft as mud. Mu Wushuang looked at Zhang Tingmu who was heartbroken and could only straighten his back and say, "Master Jigu, can you take my senior brother into the house and take a look?" Jigu opened the door and looked at Mu Wushuang with a kind face, nodding: "My donor, of course it can be done."
Chapter completed!