The Record of Righteousness

Before he could avoid it, Long Shuo had a ferocious look on his face. He turned sideways and kicked a wooden table next to him towards Wan Qing's figure with a gust of wind.

Wan Qing made a disdainful sound, and with the blessing of Sunflower's inner strength, he slapped the wooden table with a ghostly palm, and turned the wooden table into powder with a "bang" and exploded in all directions.

At this moment, Long Shuo roared loudly, and the tight flesh of his arms swelled up and turned dark red, and the rope on his body was burst.

He laughed a few times, and then he punched Wan Qing's palm from the dust.

The sleeves of the two of them were hissing and fluttering as if being blown by an invisible strong wind, and the tea cups on the tables on both sides were trembling slightly!

At this time, the two of them exclaimed in unison, "That's awesome!" The other party's martial arts was still beyond their expectations!

Wan Qing's palm failed, so he closed his palm. His figure was still in the air, but he turned his arms, and with the sleeves of his official robe flying, he stretched one leg straight towards Long Shuo's head with a whistling sound.

"Good work!"

Long Shuo shouted, calmly, bent one arm and raised it to protect his head.

Soon after, Wan Qing's sweeping kick had already hit him. Long Shuo felt as if a huge force had been exerted on his arm. Even for such a big man, he was kicked away. He stumbled several steps before barely regaining his footing.

"It took a while."

Wan Qing smiled coldly, but did not beat the drowned dog again, but put one hand behind his back.

The other hand was stroking the knife he had just been playing with. He raised his head and squinted his eyes, and saw his forearm flicking slightly. With a flick of his wrist, the knife hit Long Shuo's head with a "swish" sound.

The knife was so fast that only an afterimage could be seen. It can be seen that Wanqing's Sunflower's second-level skill has improved to a higher level in the past few months, but it has not yet touched the third level.

But at this time, Long Shuo had no time to dodge. He could only look fierce and his hands had a few veins popping up. He made a "ding-dong" sound and flicked the knife away, only to see a deep and shallow cut on the back of his hand. of scars.

Long Shuo didn't have time to take care of the slight wound on his hand, and hissed, his face showing a solemn look that he had never seen before.

"What a profound inner power! Why haven't I heard of your name?"

"Ignorant child, although our family has no name, we have supreme skills that you can't match."

"Looking at the Shi Gandang you practice, you must be from the Taishan sect."

Long Shuo replied:

"Yes and no."

Wan Qing asked a few cold questions and then stopped holding back. 100% of Sunflower's internal energy was fully operating in his body. When his toes moved, he looked like a ghost. If you look closely, he was even faster than before!

"The only martial arts in the world that can't be defeated is speed."

"You're nowhere near as good as ours these days!"

Long Shuo looked around, feeling a little panicked. The eunuch was moving so fast that it was difficult to notice his figure. His arms suddenly swelled up and he smashed straight at Wan Qing's figure.

But every punch he threw was in vain, and even Wanqing's skirt was difficult to touch.

However, Long Shuo's face was filled with rage, and he shouted angrily, punching Wan Qing violently. Unexpectedly, Wan Qing easily dodged sideways, and before Long Shuo could withdraw his fist, Wan Qing was hit by a slippery punch. grabbed the arm

The latter's slender hand grabbed Long Shuo's thick wrist, but it seemed to contain a huge amount of power. He just pulled it backwards, and with a "click", Long Shuo's big hand was torn to pieces.

Then Wan Qing had a cold face, pinched Long Shuo's wrist with his hand, and hit his chest with a relentless palm.

Long Shuo was startled and used all his strength to pull his hand out of Wan Qing's hand.

Even so, Long Shuo's eyes were red with pain, but he didn't say a word. His right arm was almost paralyzed and drooped.

The duel between masters only lasts for a moment.

Just when Long Shuo stumbled back twice, he felt a black shadow coming in front of him!

Looking again, I saw Wan Qing's arm raised above his head, holding three silver needles in his hand. The needles pierced the skin of Long Shuo's throat, and they were pressed against it. As long as Wan Qing had a thought, he could Easily pierced Long Shuo's throat.

"It's quite a skill to be able to recruit people over fifty years old like ours."

Wan Qing chuckled, and then his voice was full of gloom and coldness.

"Kneel down or die."

Long Shuo stiffly held his neck and did not dare to move. As soon as Wan Qing said these words, he thought to himself: If a man can bend and stretch, what does it matter if he kneels? Besides, my own martial arts skills are not as good as this eunuch, so it would be better to just kneel down and beg for a small life.

He immediately fell to his knees with a plop.

Even when he was kneeling on the ground, he was only a little shorter than Wan Qing. He smiled and said:

"The villain was blind to the mountains before, and he was offended a lot. Your Excellency has a lot, so let the villain go."

Wan Qing originally thought that this reckless guy like Black Whirlwind Li Kui was a tough guy, but he didn't expect that this guy bowed down without saying a word, which was quite in line with his own wishes.

He laughed twice, threw away the three silver needles in his hand, tossed his official robe, turned his head and sat back on his general's chair.

"It's not impossible to let you go."

He asked in a deep voice:

"You know Shi Gandang's technique, but are you a remnant of the Taishan sect?"

Long Shuo changed his unruly attitude, even his loud voice was deliberately lowered, and he clasped his fists and said respectfully:

"Reporting to my lord, I used to serve in the White Lotus Sect as the Zuo Protector."

Wan Qing couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and thought:

"Hey, it's interesting. Then how come you, a remnant of the White Lotus Sect, kidnapped the elders of the Taishan Sect and came to seek refuge with me, the Great Emperor? Could it be the trick of the fake Zhou Envoy?"

When Long Shuo saw that his father-in-law was inquisitive, he knew that he was not easy to fool, so he explained:

"Please, sir, please listen to what I have to say in detail."

In this way, Long Shuo and Wan Qing 1511 explained the internal strife between the Taishan Sect and the White Lotus Sect, as well as the fact that He Bayue was poisoned by the White Lotus Sect witch, and then he turned against the enemy and rescued He Buyue from the White Lotus Sect witch. .

But in his words, he saved his godfather not because he coveted the secrets of the Taishan sect, but because he still had a clear conscience and wanted to repay his godfather for his years of upbringing.

Later, the demon girl of the White Lotus Sect proclaimed herself emperor, and the puppet Zhou rebels caused chaos in the world, and the people were in dire straits.

At this time, he suddenly came to his senses, and earnestly advised He Bayue to submit to the Great Emperor, and work together to help the Emperor eradicate the remnants of the puppet Zhou Dynasty. After his meritorious service, he will surely be able to enjoy his old age in peace.

But who knew that He Bayue was not only unappreciative, but also said that he was wholeheartedly loyal to the thieves, so he secretly sent his confidants to eradicate him.

In the end, Long Shuo could only choose between loyalty and filial piety, and abandoned filial piety for loyalty.

After being forced to kill his godfather, he kidnapped Ma Shizhen, the only remaining elder of the Taishan sect, to defect to the emperor.

After Long Shuo finished speaking, his rough hands wiped his tears twice.

Wan Qing sat on the general's chair and didn't care much about the other information in Long Shuo's mouth.

Whether what he said was true or false, it would be fine as long as the person Long Shuo was obedient to was not a craftsman sent by Pseudo Zhou.

Wan Qing only cared about one thing. He leaned forward, his eyes were round, and the corners of his mouth could no longer be controlled to turn up, and he asked anxiously:

"He Bayue is really dead?!"

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