Seeing that Zhang Wuji had made up his mind, Yang Xiao stopped persuading him, and said: "In the battle last night, our soldiers were killed and injured, and they needed a unified memorial service and allocated some money to their families."

"Just do it." Zhang Wuji sighed, "Blame me, I'm late."

"No, you did a good job." Yang Xiao calmed down and continued, "I'd better report to you, Fan Yao is dead too."

"I know, my elder brother told me. Fan Yao and sister Buhui sacrificed their lives for justice and should be buried with a grand funeral. If allowed, a monument could be erected for them. Such a martyr should be admired by thousands of soldiers of the Ming Cult."

"No need, the masters of the past have made great achievements and have not yet erected a monument. My Ming Cult does not have this tradition." Yang Xiao sighed, "But, Fan Yao's body glared at the front until he died, regardless of his own slightest concern, and he was lurking in the enemy's camp for many years. I want to give a special document to the world, thinking that it is correct, and I only hope that Fan Yao will die with peace of mind."

"Okay." Zhang Wuji cast a comforting look, "So is Buhui's sister. Her deeds can be written into documents. Lao Yang, once a person dies, don't be too sad."

Hearing this, Yang Xiao's emotions suddenly became a little out of control, his eyes were red, and this guy was so handsome even when he was about to cry.

"Master... Do you know the death of Wuxuan..." Yang Xiao knocked his head vigorously, "her neck was cut off by the evil man... only tilted his head... tilted his head..."

"...I am sad, this is the loyalty and righteousness I chose by my sister."

"No... it's all my fault. If I hadn't been the left envoy of Guangming, I wouldn't have entered the Ming Cult. If I hadn't joined the Ming Cult, I wouldn't have entered the Ming Cult. If I hadn't joined the Ming Cult, I wouldn't have sacrificed like this." Yang Xiao was very strict with himself and felt deeply guilty about his daughter's death. "Originally... Wu Hui was born to me and Fu Mei, and Fu Mei was one of the seven heroes of Wu Dang. Yin Liting had not passed away. Later, Fu Mei died after giving birth to Wu Hui Mei and Wu Dang... I have always felt guilty about Yin Liting. Later, due to the relationship between the leader of the school, the relationship between Ming Cult and Wu Dang was warming up. Bu Hui and Yin Liting had met several times and had a good impression of him... Bu Hui once mentioned to me that I would be betrothed her to Yin Liting... But this grudge... Bu Hui would have helped me with such a good child... Why? Why would such a good child die... Why?..."

After Yang Xiao finished speaking, tears broke out. As a leader, he should not show his weakness. Only when facing the leader's leader can he vent his emotions briefly.

Yang Xiao was once romantic and merciless. Then this love was always stopped on Ji Xiaofu, and then placed on his daughter Yang Buhui. Now that Yang Buhui is dead, he is already ruthlessly held.

"Brother Yang..." Yang Xiao suddenly looked shaking and his eyes were full of blood. "At this point, I just hope you will tell me if he killed Buhui!"

"I'll go and cook this matter. Lao Yang, you must first. Take care of the matters in the church. If you don't regret the grudges of your sister, I will avenge you. I will avenge you for the grudges of the Ming Cult soldiers. I will avenge you for the grudges of my own. I will avenge you for my own grudges." Zhang Wuji clenched his fists tightly, revealing his rare anger. "I have experienced countless pursuits, betrayals, and lies in my life. I can just smile. Only when I don't kill this person, I will eat without food and sleep!"

Fang Xian thought Cheng Kun's hatred was too great. But then again, without his own foresight, who knew it was him? These hatreds would definitely be transferred to others.

Yang Xiao said angrily: "Master, leave this person to me."

"No, I! I'll want to kill this person for the rest of my life."

"As a father who does not regret, I will kill this person. Don't fight with me."

"Okay, okay!" Fang Xian waved his arms to stop him, "When the time comes, we will capture Cheng Kun, tie him up and take him back, so that everyone who has a grudge with him will be cut, and everyone will have a share."

Yang Xiao clenched his fist: "Although this method is poisonous, it is refreshing enough. Then I will help Fan Yao cut it well!"

"Report..." The messenger will always be the first-hand controller of the news. "Zhang Zhenren of Wudang Sect leads Wudang public heroes to ask for advice!"

"Oh?!!" Zhang Wuji was overjoyed, "I'm here! Come and have a treat! Chat on the kang!"

Fang Xian was also stunned: "The old man is so amazing. He brought all his troops here. Did he expect it too?"

Zhao Min turned around and said helplessly: "If I had known that Zhenren Zhang would come so soon, I would not have you taken the risk to save Wuji."

Yang Xiaozhi and the others were going to talk about family affairs, so they had to leave.

"Yang Zuo Envoy, I feel at ease if you have something to say." Fang Xian blocked Yang Xiao with intuition.

Not long after, Zhang Sanfeng, who was dressed in plain clothes and frolicking hair like a fairy, led a group of people into Wuji's room.

This time, Zhang Sanfeng lost his past jokes and only forced a smile: "Even if the ladder is still not useful, it is one step too late. Fortunately, my friend is here, so you won't die."

Mr. Zhang was indeed foresighted. He brought all his troops to help the Ming Cult to guard the Guangming Plate. Could it be that this girl has become an immortal and learned to watch the stars?

In fact, Fang Xian discovered Song Yuanqiao and his son in the Wudang public hero team.

I didn't let them leave Emei, but they left, which shows that Zhou Zhiruo has lost the value of surveillance, so...

"Zhou Zhiruo, the head of Emei, has returned to heaven." Zhang Sanfeng was straight to the point, sighing slightly, "What a pity... What a pity..."

Fang Xian noticed that Song Qingshu, who was standing in the back row, had no expression on his face.

I'm afraid, it's really dead.

"It's not a pity to die." Zhu'er said fiercely.

"Cousin..." Zhang Wuji sighed, "I believe in Zhiruo...she...ah..."

Zhao Min snorted softly: "Wuji, you don't have to be ruthless. If it weren't for her, we wouldn't have fallen to this point, and you don't have to be dead. She deserves to die."

"Zhiruo... although she made a mistake, she has never hurt anyone...I always feel that she is good."

Fang Xian agreed deeply. If it weren't for Zhou Zhiruo at that time, Hatsune girl would have become Hatsune's eye mask girl. The taste was too heavy, and even Fang Xian could not accept it.

Zhang Wuji's room was too small, and a group of people moved their positions to Guangmingding Hall to discuss matters. Song Qingshu dictated the situation at that time.

"That night, I crawled outside the dormitory of the female disciples of Emei that night, like every night, peeped... Oh no, surveillance, it's not right, spy on the information... Then, the night passed... Zhiruo did not appear the next day. We entered her room and saw that she had become a corpse... Then, my father and I went back to Wudang to report to the Grand Master. The Grand Master made a quick decision and led us to Guangmingding."

Fang Xian's face was ferocious, what's the fuck to tell?

"Have you seen it? I'm so dead?" Fang Xian asked.

"The long sword pierces the chest...it's so dead..."

"Have you tested the corpse?" Fang Xian asked then, "Can you tell me what kind of sword technique killed it?"

"Men and women are not allowed to be kinship, and Zhiruo is the head of the sect again, and the body cannot be desecrated. They hurriedly buried her, and there is no chance."

"Where is the scene? Traces of fighting? Sword light and blood shadows?" Fang Xian felt that he was Di Renjie, and he only regretted that there was no Yuan Fang girl by his side.

Song Qingshu shook his head: "It's very clean, the things are not messy at all, only the most supreme..."

He said, choking up!~!
Chapter completed!