Chapter 1022

Everyone has their own story, and maybe their own regrets, Ma Feng also has, Xiao Hun knows his story, but many people don't know it, and of course they are not interested in knowing it.

"Work hard. If you succeed this time and enter the inner sect, your life will be completely different in the future. Maybe you can make up for what you lost." Xiao Hun's eyes were full of encouragement.

"Whether you can succeed or not depends on Mr. Xiao." Ma Feng said respectfully, "Thank you Mr. Xiao for your appreciation."

"It's not that I appreciate you, it's that you have the capital to be appreciated." Xiao Hun drank the tea in his cup and asked suddenly, "Did the girl say that?"

"No, I think she really doesn't know about the matter of Bingtian Burning Jinghe, nor her own life experience." Ma Feng replied cautiously.

"No punishment?" Xiao Hun frowned.

Ma Feng shook his head: "She's just an ordinary girl, it's too low to do that."

Xiao Hun snorted, waved his hands and said: "It doesn't matter whether she says it or not, as long as she is in our hands, it will be fine. The Ice and Sky Burning Sutra is a treasure, but it is a bit inferior compared to the Jinsha treasure house. I think it was the Xixia Kingdom back then. What a brilliance, the accumulated fairy grasses and elixir are really fascinating. If you can get it, no matter the Qianyuan faction or the Xiaohongmen, the strength will be greatly improved. It is a pity that the Jinshamen have been guarding the treasure house for hundreds of years but do not know how to use it. But if you think about it carefully, you can’t blame them, everyone is innocent and guilty, if these good things show up, I’m afraid Jinshamen would have ceased to exist long ago.”

Ma Feng fully agreed with Xiao Hun's point of view, and said in a deep voice: "Once the battle between Ye Lingtian and the Jinshamen is announced, the remnants of the inner Jinshamen hidden in the dark will definitely come out, and the drama will be much more exciting then."

"They are not the remnants of Jinshamen, but to be precise, they are the heroes of Jinshamen. If it weren't for them, Jinshamen would have changed its banner long ago. The reason why Xiaohongmen didn't do anything is because of the treasure house of Jinsha in the final analysis?" Xiao Hun smiled meaningfully at Ma Feng, "As for character, those so-called remnants are much better than the current Zhang Penggang and his like in Jinshamen."

character? Ma Feng sighed inwardly, in the martial arts world where the strong are respected, the so-called character is sometimes just a joke.

Xiao Hun stood up, pushed open the door, turned back to Ma Feng behind him and said, "Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, oh, it's now, let everyone cheer up, and watch Yan Chuan's every move, success or failure depends on the situation." No, it might be in the next few days."

"Yes, Mr. Xiao." Ma Feng looked at the snow outside, and said softly, "Mr. Xiao, it's snowing heavily outside, why don't you leave today?"

Xiao Hun smiled freely, and stretched out his palm to pick up the snowflakes falling from the sky: "Walking in the snow is also a kind of fun. It's hard to catch such an opportunity. If you don't enjoy it, I don't know when the next time you will be so leisurely and elegant." , and even...maybe no longer have a chance.”

Ma Feng stepped forward a few steps, and respectfully said: "Mr. Xiao is joking, you have the talent of latitude and longitude, and you will surely be a great fortune."

Hongfu Qitian? Xiao Hun smiled without saying a word, walked forward with his feet up, and said lightly: "Horsemaster, I am not a talent in latitude and longitude, if Ye Lingtian stood on my platform, I am afraid that he could fly higher and farther than me , in this era of change, if we can find a supporting role, it will be a success for you and me, but if we are afraid that we are just playing soy sauce, then it will be sad."

Ma Feng trembled all over, stood there looking at the flying snow, and muttered to himself: "I hope the head of the inner sect can really listen to Mr. Xiao's words, don't act rashly, otherwise, there may be trouble."

The figure in suits and leather shoes slowly disappeared into the vast snowy night. Ma Feng turned around and closed the door, picked up the information on the coffee table and looked through it carefully. Thinking of the way of doing things at the inner door of Xiaohongmen, he dialed a number and said in a deep voice. Said: "Transfer Ding Qi?"

"Where is the transfer?" The person on the phone froze for a moment.

"My own place!" Ma Feng held the microphone and said in a deep voice, "You know what I know, do you understand?"

"Understood, Brother Feng!" The other end of the phone gritted his teeth.

The clock struck midnight, and the New Year's Eve has arrived. According to the Chinese tradition, every year at this time is a day of reunion. People who are running around for their livelihoods always try their best to rush home, sit with their parents, brothers and sisters, and spend a happy new year with each other. The word home has an extraordinary meaning in China. However, there are always individual families who are immersed in the endless grief of losing their loved ones on the day of reunion.

There are many antique houses standing at the foot of Helan Mountain, which have been there for many years.

In the middle of this snowy night, the lights in one of the houses were still on, and the head of the outer gate of Jinsha Gate stood aside with his head bowed. Zhang Pujun was brutally murdered by Ye Lingtian at the Beyond the Great Wall Hotel. This is the shame of Jinshamen since its establishment. He is the third elder of the outer sect!

"Second Elder, I'm sorry, I didn't protect Elder Zhang well." The head of the outer sect looked guilty.

Zhang Jinhu looked at his son who had lost his breath on the bed, closed his eyes and said slowly: "Even now, I don't believe that Ye Lingtian will kill, let alone you? So how do you protect him?"

The head of the outer sect raised his head and glanced at Zhang Jinhu, gritted his teeth and said, "Second Elder, I'm recruiting people, and I want Ye Lingtian to pay for it!"

Zhang Jinhu snorted, and walked to the head of the outer sect: "Just because I said that doesn't mean you are not at fault. Pu Jun is obviously not a general, so why should he be used as a general? Today's results are not accidental, but It is inevitable!"

The head of the outer sect trembled, and hurriedly said: "Second Elder, I..."

"Did you say that you couldn't refuse Pujun's offer to you?" Zhang Jinhu asked in a deep voice.

The head of the outer sect didn't say a word, but his eyes gave the answer. He, the head of the outer sect, is aggrieved. The elders under his command are more or less related to the inner sect. To put it bluntly, he is a puppet as the head of the outer sect. For example, this time Zhang Pujun took the initiative to ask to meet Ye Lingtian, if he refused, Zhang Pujun whispered something in Zhang Jinhu's ear, no wonder he had something good to eat. As a result, Zhang Pujun died, and he was still to blame for the crime. What kind of reason does this make?

Complaining is useless, Zhang Jinhu, the second elder of the inner sect, has red eyes at the moment, what he has to do is to find a reasonable explanation as soon as possible. Unfortunately, not everyone has the opportunity to explain.

"Silent? Acquiescence?" Zhang Jinhu looked at the head of the outer sect coldly, and shouted: "Don't forget your identity, you are the head of the outer sect, and you are the master of the outer sect, so naturally you are in charge."

The head of the outer sect gritted his teeth, looked up at Zhang Jinhu, summoned up his courage and said, "Second Elder, I can't make the decision."

"If you can't be the master, you will die!" Zhang Jinhu didn't allow the head of the outer sect to speak again, his big hands like iron pincers had already grabbed his throat.

Click!

The head of the outer door of the Jinsha Gate fell limply to the ground, his eyes full of unwillingness and indignation before he died!

The elders of the outer sect who stood around shivered all over. The head of the outer sect died like a dog at the hands of the second elder of the inner sect. The wrath of the inner sect was indeed beyond what the outer sect could bear.

"Carry it out, feed the dog!" Zhang Jinhu shouted coldly.

"Yes!" The two elders hurriedly responded, looked at each other, and tremblingly carried out the body of the head of the outer sect.

Zhang Jinhu took a deep breath, his eyes were already moist, he wiped the corners of Zhang Pujun's mouth gently with a towel, and said quietly: "Son, why is such an old man still not winking? If we can't beat us, we can run away. Why stand there and let people kill you? I didn't dare to tell your mother about you, how sad would it be if I let her know? "

As he spoke, his voice choked, and he touched the strangle marks on Zhang Pujun's neck with trembling hands, imagining Ye Lingtian's cruelty, and his clenched left fist trembled uncontrollably.

"Son, you go first, even if my father risked his life, he will avenge you!" Zhang Jinhu pulled up the white cloth to cover Zhang Pujun's distorted face due to fear, and said to the elders beside him, " Has the manpower been fully assembled?"

"Fifty heaven-level peak masters are ready to go, but if you want to call them all." The elder of the outer sect who answered did not dare to look Zhang Jinhu in the eyes, and whispered, "At least tomorrow."

"Continue to call, listen to my orders." Zhang Jinhu raised his wrist to look at the gold watch, took out his mobile phone and was about to make a call, when Yan Hannian, the third elder of the inner sect who had been waiting, finally arrived.

Zhang Jinhu looked at Yan Hannian who was flapping the snowflakes, and asked in a deep voice, "Have the people from the inner sect drawn out?"

Yan Hannian glanced at Zhang Pujun's corpse, punched the table heavily, and said angrily, "That damned bastard, let us not act rashly!"

"Don't act rashly?" Zhang Jinhu pointed at Zhang Pujun's body, his fingers trembling, "My son is dead, he was strangled to death by someone hanging on the window of the sixth floor on the site of Jinshamen, don't act rashly? What about Zhang Longteng?" What the hell is the bastard going to do?"

Yan Hannian picked up the water on the table and drank it down. The teacup fell heavily on the table, and his eyes were full of indignation: "The Great Elder said that your mood is understandable, but at this juncture, it is impossible to pull out the inner door. Anyone who goes to far away to fight in the Yuanshen Pharmaceutical Industry, to destroy Ye Lingtian, has to wait for the affairs of the sect to be resolved. Ding Qiulian is now in our hands, and the remnants of the previous crimes will definitely come to the door. Zhang Yuming and Sui Hongman still have some in the inner sect. The eyeliner that we haven't found, it will be difficult if we act rashly and let them catch the opportunity. Besides, Ding Qi's whereabouts are still unknown, and the inner sect has to spare people to look for her. You saw it too..."

Speaking of this, Yan Hannian glared at the elders of the inner sect fiercely, and said angrily, "Our outer sect is a pile of trash!"

Zhang Jinhu was so angry that he spun around in circles and roared: "How many people can be drawn from the inner sect? Ten true martial arts masters are enough! Ten are enough!"

"The Great Elder said that no extra manpower is enough, and that if we act recklessly, we will be dealt with by the house rules!" Yan Hannian took a deep breath, and threw the teacup on the table heavily on the ground, "What do you say to guard against Xiaohongmen! Damn it!"