The Record of Righteousness

Long Shuo snatched the cloth bag from Lao Ma, untied it and flipped through the books of exercises inside.

"Yes, they are all here."

After confirming it, he lowered his eyes and smiled sinisterly, and suddenly raised his right palm as big as a bear's paw. A pure and yang internal force overflowed, and hit Lao Ma's chest with a palm. Lao Ma didn't expect Long Shuo to turn his face directly, and was caught off guard and slapped away.

Even though Ma Shizhen was one of the elders of Taishan Sect, he felt that several bones in his chest were broken by this heavy palm, and he lay on the ground struggling and vomiting blood.

If it were an ordinary person, he would probably be slapped to death on the spot.

Long Shuo succeeded, put away those martial arts, no longer paid attention to the old horse, walked up to Heba Yue, and said:

"Old man, you adopted me as your son, but you refused to teach me all the martial arts of Taishan Sect, so you were on guard against me."

"But I won't kill you because you handed over these martial arts obediently."

Heba Yue seemed to have expected it, his breath was weak, and it was hard to tell what his mood was. He just said with difficulty:

"Hehe, I know that I don't have much time left. What's the difference between you killing me and not killing me?"

"If you still think about the relationship between you and me as father and son, let Lao Ma live."

Long Shuo paced a few steps, and then laughed a few times.

"You old thing are talking nonsense again. You really think you are my father."

"Don't worry, I'll let you live for a few days."

"As for Lao Ma, this is my token of surrender to Ming Ting. How could I kill him so easily?"

"What you should worry about most now is your useless son, Yang Shixiang."

"After I surrender to Ming Ting, I will personally lead the Ming army to kill him, hahahaha."

"You evil son!"

At this time, Heba Yue's half-dead heart was pulled back. His eyes were surprisingly full of anger. He cursed with all his strength.

When he heard Long Shuo's successful laughter, he suddenly realized his loss of composure. He stared with his eyes and said with a weak breath:

"Yang Shixiang is just my eldest disciple. He is not my biological son, but he is better than my biological son. Don't touch him."

Long Shuo looked like he saw through him.

"Haha, old thing, stop pretending. Didn't I see how many times you and the fourth elder Yang Wencui's wife made love? "

"It's a pity that the little bastard Yang Shixiang still doesn't know his own life experience. Tsk tsk."

"You have been so good to Yang Shixiang over the years. Others think it's strange, but I know why. Isn't it because he is your child?"

"One day I will twist off the little bastard Yang's head and let him come down to accompany you."

"Speaking of which, Yang Wencui is also a useless bastard. He didn't even know that his wife was abused. He deserved to be killed by you back then, hahaha."

After Long Shuo finished speaking, he stood up and dragged the half-dead Elder Ma, leaving the angry Heba Yue to fend for himself in this dilapidated temple.

As soon as he stepped out of the door, he heard Heba Yue mumbling to himself, his voice as weak as a mosquito.

"I only regret that I destroyed Baji Sect back then, but I didn't get rid of you, the little bastard."

"I don't know if I was blinded by lard and stayed with you. Haha, karma, nothing more than that."

Long Shuo's fierce bandit face suddenly turned cold. He left Lao Ma and walked to Heba Yue, saying in a deep voice:

"I didn't want to do it."

"But you don't know what's good for you and are eager to die, so I'll send your godfather to reincarnation as soon as possible."

Heba Yue coughed twice and squeezed out a few words from his mouth with all his strength.

"Rebellious son, haha"

Long Shuo slowly raised one foot with cold eyes, and a shadow fell on Heba Yue's old face.

He was instantly full of ferocity, and the big foot hanging in the air fell like a meteor, and his thick legs straightened!

There was a "click" sound, and the filthy things exploded in all directions. When he raised his feet again, Heba Yue's head disappeared, and only a pool of broken bones mixed with foul-smelling mud remained.

So far, the head of the Taishan Sect, who once dominated Shandong, was killed by his adopted son.

Heba Yue was so glorious in his life, enjoying the same etiquette as a frontier official, respected and admired by everyone, with many disciples and concubines, but all of them have become a thing of the past.

There is a saying:

In his life, his golden words were feared by everyone, and his great body was comparable to the top of Mount Tai.

He dominated the world for forty years, stirring up the wind and clouds in his hands.

After his death, no one mourned for his body, and his head was shattered and disappeared.

The wind whistled and stirred up the heartbreaking tears, and the sad shadow stirred up the chaos in the world.

I thought of enjoying the vanity in the warm night, but only the cold zither accompanied my lonely soul.

The only thing that accompanied his headless body was a dilapidated temple, a pile of hay, and a dirty cloth.

"Master! Master!"

"You! Traitor! Thief!!"

Ma Shizhen vomited blood, could no longer hold back his tears, and wailed.

He was already sixty years old, and he had half a foot in the gate of hell, but he didn't care about crying. Now that Heba Yue died in front of him, it was more painful than killing him.

"Noisy."

Long Shuo stomped his soles on the ground twice to scrape off the disgusting dirt.

Then he walked to Ma Shizhen's side, grinned, bent down, grabbed Ma Shizhen's head with his big hand and lifted him up, and with a slight force, he dislocated his jaw.

The other big hand clenched into a fist, protruding a knuckle, and hit Ma Shizhen's Shendao and Tiantu acupuncture points.

After just two hits, Ma Shizhen made a sound of unwillingness, then spit out a large mouthful of blood, rolled his eyes and fainted.

There are two acupuncture points, Shendao and Tiantu, one in the spinal area and the other in the anterior neck area.

The two acupuncture points control the operation of Dantian, the supply of internal Qi, and affect the operation of Qi in the lungs.

Long Shuo was ruthless. The two heavy pokes completely destroyed the two acupuncture points, easily destroying the internal strength that Ma Shizhen had cultivated for a lifetime.

His bear-like body easily clamped the unconscious Ma Shizhen under his armpits, and left the ruined temple without looking back.

After he quietly left Chongming County, he walked westward to find the camp of the Ming Army.

All along the way were the remnants of the Pseudo-Zhou, the listless and defeated soldiers with missing arms and legs. These soldiers were ordered by the Grand Master to return to Dengzhou Prefecture to dispatch with other troops.

This further strengthened Long Shuo's determination to surrender to Ming Ting.

He was not a diehard White Lotus Sect member.

He served as the Left Protector of the White Lotus Sect only at the instruction of Heba Yue, so that he could contain the witch in the sect.

Saving the so-called godfather from the witch was just a temporary measure for him to save himself. By the way, he could also seize the unique martial arts of Taishan Sect. Wouldn't it be wonderful?

What if he worked for Ming Ting?

Life is short, and the grass and trees are only for a fall. In the current chaotic world, he just wants to save his life.

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