When he saw the person talking, Hu Fei was overjoyed. He wiped off the fake beard under his chin, ran forward in two steps, grabbed the man's arms, and said with a choked voice: "Brother Zhao, I haven't seen him for many years, I really want to kill me!"

This man is less than 60 years old, with gray hair, kind face, wide waist, and silk and satin. If he hadn't walked lightly and was not surprised, his eyes were filled with divine light, and his eyes were filled with power without anger. He was a rich man in the countryside. How could he have thought that he was the martial arts hero who sat in the third seat of the "Red Flower Society", Zhao Banshan, known as the "Thousand-Armed Tathagata".

Hu Fei was lonely since childhood, so he cherished the few warmth he had gained.

When Ma Chunhua was pleading for mercy, he even engraved his heart to repay the fountain.

Now I suddenly see my brother who has been separated for many years and has the virtue of passing on his skills and the love of swornship, so I am naturally excited and inexplicably unable to help myself.

Zhao Banshan held Hu Fei's arms backward and laughed, "I haven't seen you for several years. The young boy back then has grown into a well-known hero. He has done such an amazing thing. He is also honored to be a brother!"

The two of them had finished their greetings, and Zhao Banshan and his fellow travelers came to meet Hu Wan and others.

That person was not another, but Wudang sect Wu Qingzi, who had just left with people from various sects.

But now the old Taoist priest has a straight spine and a wide shoulder, and his body is like a pine and cypress, without seeing his previous decadent and listlessness.

"It turned out that it was Zhao San's family and Taoist Master Wu Qingzi, and I was disrespectful." Hu Ye bowed to Zhao Banshan first and greeted him.

Although he had never met him in the past, he had his own information channel and had known the appearance characteristics of the leaders of the "Red Flower Society" in advance. Even if Hu Fei did not speak up and recognize Zhao Banshan, he could recognize his identity at a glance.

Zhao Banshan, Wu Qingzi, Hanxiao, Hu Yan and others greeted each other and said "I have long admired each other."

After the ceremony, Wu Qingzi stroked his chin and smiled and said, "This time, due to his identity, the old Taoist had to come to this conference. He planned to just eat and drink, but he didn't expect to witness such a wonderful drama. Friend Hu and Daxia Miao were both good at singing, reciting and fighting, and the more powerful one was the little girl named Cheng, who made a grand event disappear in the blink of an eye. The disciple of the Medicine King was indeed extraordinary."

Hu Yeyuan also knew that the things he and his people had done were hidden from others, but he could not hide from this senior master who pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger and watched coldly. He laughed and said, "I dare not, I am just lucky enough to get things done. I have to thank Zhenren Lu for his support at a critical moment."

He is not a person who suffers a loss. Since the other party revealed his background, he took the opportunity of thanking him and used the words "Lu Zhenren" to point out the true body of Lu Feiqing's "Mianli Needle".

As for the source of this information, it is a memory from the previous life.

Lu Feiqing was stunned when he heard this, but Zhao Banshan next to him smiled and said, "Brother Lu's words have always been like your nickname, but now he has met an opponent."

Everyone laughed together.

Zhao Banshan stopped laughing and changed his expression, bowed to Hu Ye and said, "I was sent by the Lord Chen of the Association. Please move the Lord Hu to Taoranting to meet him."

Hu Ye also put away his laughter and bowed and said, "Master Chen summoned him, how dare I not obey?"

Taoran Pavilion is located in a remote country in the suburbs of Beijing. Although it is named after the pavilion, it is actually a nunnery called "Cifeng Temple", which is dedicated to Guanyin Master.

Near the temple is a vast reed. It is Mid-Autumn Festival. Reeds are in full bloom and the reeds are dancing in the wind, like snow flying all over the sky, silvery white, solemn and desolate.

Hu Ye and others walked among the reeds and suddenly heard a man's long chant from the wind in front of him: "The vast sorrow, the vast disaster. The short song ends, the bright moon is in vain. The lush and beautiful city has green blood. The blue sometimes ends, the blood sometimes disappears, and a wisp of fragrant soul remains unbroken. Is it? No? It turns into a butterfly."

When the chant ended, the sound was filled with sobs. Then many people sighed or sobbed, and there were also the sorrowing cry of several women.

Hu Ye frowned slightly and suddenly said loudly: "A real man must be worthy of the Yanhuang bones and blood given by the heaven. In order to restore the great cause of the Han Dynasty, he will fight with a dignified moment. He will be worthy of the soul of a lover who is sleeping in the underworld. He will hold his sword and kill all the enemies, and bring his head to sacrifice to the tomb. How can he be like the useless corrupt scholar, who is useless and sad to look at the sky?"

As soon as this said, Zhao Banshan and Lu Feiqing, who were with him, changed their faces. The voices of the people in the depths of the reeds disappeared at the same time. Then an old and thick voice shouted: "The little calf's nose is nonsense, look at Dao's cutting your dishonest tongue."

As the words were heard, a single-armed Taoist with gray hair flew over a cluster of reeds to the top of everyone's heads, and a long sword slashed like thunder in the air.

"Good sword technique!"

Before Hu Ye could react, Miao Renfeng beside him saw the Taoist sword technique, his eyes were filled with divine light. With a long laugh, he drew his sword and jumped up. The sword stopped the opponent's sword in the air.

The two swords fought each other, making seven or eight sounds of gold and iron clashes first.

As their bodies fell, the swords of the two men continued to stop, as densely as rain hit the banana leaves, and the sound of the crisp sound of pearls falling from the jade plate was endless.

As soon as the four legs landed, the light of the two swords suddenly surged across several feet of space. The howling sword wind and the sound of metal and iron filled everyone's ears. If you don't look at it with your eyes but just judge it based on your voice, it would be like a dozen sword masters gathered to fight.

"Second brother, please stop!"

"Sir Miao please stop!"

Hu Ye spoke at the same time with Chen Jialuo who walked out of the reeds.

The Taoist and Miao Renfeng seemed to know that this battle could not be fought, but they seemed to be unwilling to do so. They rushed to stab each other with swords at the same time as they said two words, turning into two rays of lightning lights to collide head-on.

With a light "ding" sound, the two sword lights were fixed in the void at the same time, but the tips of the swords were opposite each other and the sword bodies were connected into a straight line.

Miao Renfeng heard that Hu Ye had already stepped forward behind him, and took a few steps back to the one-armed Taoist opposite him and bowed to the one-armed Taoist Master Wuchen's 'Soul-Chasing Sword' is indeed amazing, Miao admires it!"

"Your 'Miao Family Sword Technique' is also good," the Taoist man was the second head of the "Red Flower Society". He took the opportunity to collect the sword and first praised it casually, and then showed a bit of the old and spicy Jiang Gui's nature. "But if you want to say 'There is no match for the world', hehe, that's not necessarily!"

Miao Renfeng heard his words, but she was not angry at all. She just waved her hand with a smile and said, "'The invincible fight in the world' is not worth mentioning. It was just a rude statement from Miao when she was a young man. Since fighting with Hu Yidao twenty years ago, Miao has no longer dared to be honest with herself."

Master Wuchen is strong in nature. He becomes stronger when he meets strong. When he meets softness, he immediately feels fond of Miao Renfeng. He immediately feels fond of him. He bows with one hand on his chest and sincerely praises: "It is not as good as meeting, but meeting is better than being famous. The 'Golden-faced Buddha' is indeed extraordinary."

At this moment, Hu Ye and Chen Jialuo had come forward. After seeing each other, Chen Jialuo asked with some confusion: "How can the Taoist Master understand about the incident back then?"

Since a war in the capital for ten years, Qianlong Gu has been very secretive about his relationship with Chen Jialuo, and has successively silenced the people who were informed and even involved. Chen Jialuo did not mention it, except for a limited number of leaders and other leaders in the association, no one knew about it.

"It doesn't matter how I know," Hu Ye shook his head, "What's important is that the leader understands where he was wrong at the beginning?"

Chen Jialuo was in charge of the "Red Flower Society" for more than ten years. At first, the upper and lower classes only respected the old lord Yu Wanting's order, but later they were gradually impressed by his martial arts character. Even Taoist Wuchen and veterans like Zhao Banshan respected him very much.

At this moment, seeing Hu Ye questioning in person so bluntly, everyone looked very unhappy.

Chen Jialuo respectfully bowed to Hu Ye and sighed: "Chen has been reflecting on it for ten years, but he only knows that what he did was really inappropriate, which led to his defeat later. However, what is wrong with it is really hard to describe. If the Taoist Master is willing to see the teachings, Chen will be grateful."

Hu Ye said casually: "The next 'Three Points Revolutionary Poem' is passed down by my 'Heaven and Earth Meeting'. The poem says 'Three Points Hidden Revolutionary Sect, don't ventilate when you enter my Hongmen. You will develop a sharp force and revenge on the day of revenge. You will swear to destroy the demons and clear them all away'.

"The word 'revolution' is the business that both of us do. However, what is revolution? Revolution is not about treating guests to dinner, making articles, paintings and embroidery. It cannot be so elegant, calm, gentle, respectful, frugal. Revolution is a riot, a violent act of overthrowing the other side.

"Isn't it a big mistake to overthrow the enemy's head of the Qing court, but not seeking to strengthen itself to overthrow the other party, but hope to use the secrets of his life experience and even a weak woman to influence the enemy's head and make him overthrow himself?"
Chapter completed!