It was already late at night.

The idle clouds cover the moon and the courtyard is silent.

The silence was a little abnormal.

Feng Yi's five senses were already extremely sharp. At this moment, he used his magical skills secretly and circulated his true energy. He felt that there was quite a bit of movement around him. It was the sound of breathing, some were light and some were long. There were many martial arts experts hidden within a few dozen feet around him.

Moreover, there were quite a few people within a mile or two, as many as several hundred.

With Feng Yi's martial arts, there were not many taboos. He thought: "If these people are coming to deal with me, I can just try out the group killing skill of "Song of the Rising Tide of the Blue Sea". If it has nothing to do with me, it will be quite interesting to just watch the fun!" Thinking of this, he turned into a breeze and flew onto the roof.

There was a creaking sound as a door opened. Someone inside the room said, "Brother Xiang has come to visit us. Xue Ju did not come to greet us. Please forgive me for not coming to greet you!"

Feng Yi lifted the tiles and looked inside, only to see that the hall was decorated in a grand style. In the middle of the hall hung a painting of rich and noble peonies, and below the painting was a table of food and wine.

A man with a short beard took a step back. He was dressed in black, neither tall nor short, and looked handsome yet strong.

At this time, a man walked around and entered the inner hall, smiling and asked, "Do you have a guest?"

He was dressed in white, had a gaunt face, a sparse, long, white beard hanging down to his chest, and held a scimitar in his hand, resting on his shoulder.

Xue Ju smiled and said, "Aren't you a guest?"

The old man surnamed Xiang stared at him, examined him for a while, and suddenly laughed out loud: "Brother Xue, I am a desperado!"

Xue Ju said: "I knew you would come in the next two days, so I prepared wine and food for you every day!"

The old man surnamed Xiang walked straight to the table, sat down with a smile, and asked, "Why?"

Xue Ju said, "Because I am the only person you trust, and the person you must come to find." He took two large bowls and placed them on the table, then picked up a jar of wine and filled the two bowls with it, saying, "You are here, which means my guess was correct and you believe in me!"

He picked up the wine bowl and said, "Come on, Brother Xiang, I toast you!"

Feng Yi watched coldly, wondering: "Could this old man be Xiang Wentian?"

The old man surnamed Xiang did not offer the wine, but smiled and said, "Aren't you afraid?"

Xue Ju said: "I was afraid, so I sent my family away. It would be my honor to die with the king of heaven."

He said and drank it all in one gulp.

Feng Yi thought to himself: "The King of Heaven is indeed Xiang Wentian. There are ambushes everywhere. In this drama of catching a turtle in a jar, who is the turtle?"

Xiang Wentian nodded slightly, put the scimitar on the table, picked up the wine, and said with a smile: "Good brother!"

"Come, let's get drunk!"

They both drank it down in one gulp.

Since the wine had been drunk, there was no need to be polite, so Xiang Wentian grabbed the chopsticks and ate heartily.

The two of them began to clink glasses, and before long, they had each drunk more than ten bowls.

The two of them could drink a lot, but they were not drunk at all after drinking so much. Xiang Wentian talked about the past and the present, showing his extraordinary talent and knowledge. When he was in high spirits, he was like a well-educated and famous scholar, not a hero who roamed the world.

Feng Yi saw that he was very experienced, had great lightness skills and had the aura of a master. It was puzzling that such a person would join the Demon Sect.

After Xiang Wentian had eaten and drunk his fill, he wiped his mouth and said with a smile, "Brother Xue, how long have we not seen each other?"

Xue Ju said, "It's been three years."

Xiang Wentian clapped his hands and laughed, then suddenly said, "I just want to ask Brother Xue a question."

Xue Ju asked: "What?"

Xiang Wentian said: "I'm looking for someone."

Xue Ju looked a little sad, his eyes flashed, and he lowered his voice and said, "Brother, I don't know who you are looking for."

"Strange." Xiang Wentian smiled: "If you didn't know, why would you be waiting for me here!"

Xue Ju was silent for a while, then said, "I only know that the sect is hunting you down, I don't know anything else."

Xiang Wentian smiled sinisterly: "You went to Gushan Plum Manor, what did you do?"

Xue Ju smiled faintly and said, "As the incense master of our sect, I am in charge of the affairs of several places. Perhaps I have been too heavy-handed in killing people and my heart is uneasy. So I want to cultivate my mood through music, chess, calligraphy and painting. I know there are several masters there, so I visited them in person."

"Okay!" Xiang Wentian laughed and stood up: "I am also tired of the fighting and killing in the martial arts world. You and I are kind of the same kind! Come, come, I'll fill your glass. I'll give it to you, brother, and we can become sworn brothers."

Just as he was about to put his hand on Xue Ju's shoulder, Xue Ju turned his palm over and took the opportunity to press his pulse. Xiang Wentian shrank his palm slightly and flicked his fingers towards his palm.

Xue Ju moved his palm forward and pointed his elbow towards Wentian's lower abdomen.

Xiang Wentian lowered his palm to protect his abdomen, with the knuckle of his middle finger slightly raised and aimed at the tip of his elbow.

The two men fought repeatedly with small grappling techniques. Their moves were so delicate that an outsider would just think they were pushing each other. But Feng Yi gave them a thumbs up.

However, Xue Ju's elbow was a feint. He retracted his elbow immediately after it was extended, bent his knees, and leaped up with a loud bang. He broke through the window and flew out.

Xiang Wentian raised his hand and shot the wine bowl in his hand towards Xue Ju.

Xue Ju kicked out, breaking the wine bowl and splashing the wine everywhere.

Suddenly, Xiang Wentian's face turned purple, veins on his forehead throbbed, he took two steps back, sat on the chair, grasped the hilt of the knife, and seemed to want to stand up, but in a moment he sat down again.

He suddenly felt a soft, warm breath flowing slowly in his lower abdomen. His limbs gradually felt weak. He said coldly, "Brother Xue, you actually poisoned me?"

Xue Ju laughed out loud and said, "Brother Xiang, what are you talking about? I am also drunk!" Then he said, "Brother Xiang, come on, let's enjoy the moon and drink at the same time, isn't it wonderful?"

Xiang Wentian yelled, "Fuck you! I treat you as a brother, but you actually plotted against me!"

Suddenly, Xue Ju laughed loudly and said, "Brother Xiang is so heroic, I admire him endlessly. Now I will drink the poisoned wine with you, which is worthy of our brotherhood!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard clanging and clattering sounds coming from outside the door. These were the sounds of swords being unsheathed and people running and jumping.

Xiang Wentian suddenly understood Xue Ju's trick. In order to lure himself into the trap, he was willing to drink and eat with him. He felt his true energy gathering and dispersing intermittently.

Kerala, the door was wide open, and outside the door were people moving about, swords and guns glittering, cold light flashing, and with resolute looks on their faces, they were all members of the Sun and Moon Sect.

"Such a strong murderous intent!" Two sharp rays suddenly shot out of Xiang Wentian's eyes. He shouted, grabbed the scimitar, kicked it out, and the table with the food and wine crashed towards the people outside the door.

There was a clang sound like a dragon's roar, and Xiang Wentian drew out his scimitar, protecting his head like lightning and crashing into the roof.

Xiang Wentian is a well-known figure in the martial arts world and is undoubtedly a master at seizing opportunities. He knows that whether he can escape depends on this fight.

When Feng Yi saw the ambushers appear again, he had already moved, soaring up, and like riding a cloud, he flew onto a big tree. After all, only by climbing high and looking far can one enjoy the show properly.

He saw a little fire in the distance, flickering a few times like a firefly, and suddenly the fire became brighter, gathering into a stream, meandering towards this side.

"So many people?" Feng Yi was also surprised. He thought that hundreds of people came to deal with Xiang Wentian.

Looking at the blink of an eye, Xiang Wentian was seen breaking through the roof and soaring into the sky, followed by broken tiles, mud and dust falling down like a rainstorm.

Eight black shadows brandished weapons and rushed forward. Xiang Wentian suddenly shouted loudly. The sword flashed like a long lightning splitting the sky, and the sound of swords clashing could be heard.

Sparks flew, eight black shadow weapons fell to the ground one after another, and people fell from the roof. When several people looked at their wrists, they found that the tendons were cut.

There was silence in the field, as all the demon followers were killed by Xiang Wentian's sword.

Feng Yi saw clearly that Xiang Wentian's sword seemed clumsy but was actually very skillful. He used internal force and cut through the wrists of eight martial arts masters with one blow. It was indeed very powerful.

Xue Ju stroked his short beard and laughed, "As expected of a great king who terrorizes the martial arts world and is feared by the scoundrels of the martial arts world. Even after being poisoned by the Muscle-Dissolving Powder, he can still be so powerful!"

After a moment of silence, the disciples realized that he had been poisoned, and screamed in anger, brandishing their swords and rushing at him again.

Xiang Wentian's sword seemed to have succeeded, but in fact he had used all his skills in his life. He did not dare to fight anymore, so he flew out and was about to land on a roof.

But as his true qi moved, a sour and tingling force spread throughout his body. In an instant, the true qi had circulated throughout the body. Xiang Wentian felt his whole body was sore and weak that he could hardly lift the knife. He did not expect the poison to be so strong and cursed in his heart. Xue Ju leaped up and stretched out his right claw, like a hawk catching a rabbit, and grabbed Xiang Wentian's chest.

Xiang Wentian let out a long roar and swung his scimitar, trying to protect his entire body, but his dantian was already quiet and his true energy was not flowing, so his moves were full of flaws.

Xue Ju slapped out with his palm, which passed through the knife net and hit Xiang Wentian's left chest. A flash of blood flashed across his face.

Xiang Wentian was also quite capable. He suddenly dropped his knife and swung out his palm, which was strange and unpredictable, hitting Xue Ju right in the chest.

With his usual skills, he could kill even a strong horse or an ox with one palm strike. Now his true energy was difficult to gather, and he was exerting the last bit of his energy. Unexpectedly, Xue Ju was hit by a palm strike, but seemed to be unaffected, and he continued to strike out with both palms.

There were a few "bang, bang, bang" sounds.

Xue Ju pressed several important acupoints on Xiang Wentian's chest, and with a thud, Xiang Wentian rolled off the roof and fell to the ground.

Xiang Wentian endured the extreme pain, stared at Xue Ju and shouted: "Master Xue, you are invulnerable to swords and spears with your golden bell and iron cloth shirt. Even if you want to deal with me, you should do it openly. You are so despicable. Aren't you afraid of losing face for yourself? Aren't you afraid of losing face for the Sun Moon Divine Sect?"

Xue Ju slowly withdrew his hand and said proudly: "Brother Xiang, you and I each serve our own masters and show our own abilities. Why do you have to say such sarcastic words? Besides, we both know our abilities very well. If I can beat you, the Right Envoy Xiang, why would I bother with so much trouble? I am not Feng Yi, a coward who can only talk!"

Feng Yiben was secretly sighing in his heart: "This person's martial arts skills are not low, but it's a pity that he is not upright and loyal enough, which is a waste of his great skills!"

But after hearing the last sentence, I secretly wondered, how come I have become a rat?

He was very curious.

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I really want to ask, but I know that once I show up, there will be no more shows to watch, so I have to suppress my curiosity for now and then have a heart-to-heart talk with him to discuss this issue.

Xue Ju immediately shouted, "Xiang Wentian! You are a traitor and a traitor. I am following the leader's orders to eliminate the traitor and warn the evildoers!"

With a wave of his hand, two black-clad members of the sect stepped forward and locked Xiang Wentian up with a pair of fine steel shackles.

Xiang Wentian asked in surprise: "You won't kill me?"

Xue Ju said, "The leader thinks that you are confused for a moment and have not yet fallen into deep trouble, so he hopes that you can turn back and not think of colluding with the Saint Lady. Let us take you to the Black Wood Cliff to await your fate."

"Return to the right path?" Xiang Wentian looked at Xue Ju coldly, "Go along with the evil? Dongfang Bubai was the first to commit treason, what right does he have to punish me? Besides, if the Saint Lady knows what you said, she will not forgive you!"

Xue Ju stared at Wentian, looking him up and down.

Xiang Wentian saw his strange look, coughed, and said, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Saint Lady?" Xue Ju snorted coldly, "The leader of the Eastern Sect did not sentence Miss Ren to death immediately that day, but named her the Saint Lady. This is already a sign of his kindness.

But she is so good that not only does she not appreciate the kindness of the leader, she also colludes with you, an anti-religious sinner, and plots to usurp the throne.

That would be fine, but now everyone knows it.

Who is that Feng Yi!

He was so arrogant in Hengshan City that he even wanted to compete with the leader. As a member of the Divine Religion, if you meet such a rude lunatic, you should cut him into pieces like Boss Lu and the others did.

But Miss Ren, as the Saint of our sect, actually issued an order not to allow those who practice underworld methods to cause trouble for him.

Feng Yi used the leader's prestige to gain fame, and the Saint Lady used the leader's grace and gifts to please the pretty boy.

The two of them each got what they wanted and showed off their power in the martial arts world, but the old leader lost all his prestige.

Humph, the leader is kind and generous to others, and she doesn't argue with the younger generation. Manager Yang will definitely settle all the old and new accounts with her. You are still waiting for her to save you? Dream on!"

Feng Yi suddenly realized, "So that's how it is. I once spoke rudely to Dongfang Bubai, and Ren Yingying spread the word to the martial arts world not to cause trouble to me. In the eyes of others, I naturally became a gigolo. Calling me a rat is still a polite way of saying it!"

When he thought about it, he was no longer angry.

He felt that the scolding was correct.

Feng Yi has such a clear understanding.

He has always been aware that if he gets involved in a gang, he must admit his mistakes and stand at attention when he is beaten.

Xiang Wentian sneered and said, "I don't know why Saint Lady acted this way, but I do know that you won't live long."

Xue Ju twirled his short beard and asked with a smile, "What's the matter?"

Xiang Wentian said: "Do you think today's words will spread to the martial arts world first, or will I go to the Black Wood Cliff first?

Everyone in this sect knows that the Saint Lady doesn't care about any man, and you actually said that she did it for a pretty boy, haha. Even if the Saint Lady was dealt with by Dongfang Bubai, those who received her favor would be grateful for her kindness even if only 10% of the time.

I'm afraid you, Master Xue, will not be able to escape death either. And you must know who the Saint Lady's subordinates are. How miserable do you think your death will be?"

He spoke in a sarcastic tone, and Xue Ju was extremely angry. He grasped the hilt of the sword, took a step forward, glared at Xiang Wentian for a moment, and then slowly loosened the hilt and said, "Brother Xiang, you and I have known each other for many years. People in the martial arts world either seek fame or profit. You and I have been able to survive to this point because of bloody battles. What is Saint Aunt? She just has a good father and a good uncle. As long as you say that you will be loyal to the leader in the future, I will plead for you, and we will still be good brothers!"

Xiang Wentian glanced at him and said coldly: "I think it's not necessary!"

Xue Ju shook his head and said, "Brother Xiang, why are you so determined?"

Xiang Wentian raised his head and said, “You and I have known each other for many years, and you were once the confidant of Master Ren. You said that it was only for fame and fortune.

But when you are in the martial arts world, you should always have some loyalty, right? Back then, Master Ren treated Dongfang Bubai like a brother, promoted him to the position of Left Protector of Light, and handed over all the power in the sect to him.

But how did he report back? As the leader of Master Ren's guards, you are probably the only one who knows all this best.

That's fine.

What kind of person is Yang Lianting? I don't know what Dongfang Bubai did to let him take charge of the Divine Sect. The old people in the sect died or were imprisoned. The Sun Moon Divine Sect has become a mess. What has it become?"

Xue Ju sighed, his face gloomy: "Brother, although I used to be that person's confidant, in reality I am just a dog and horse. It is my job to obey his orders.

When that man is in power, I listen to him. When the Eastern Patriarch ascends the throne, I also listen to him. This is my way of survival. There is nothing to say.

As for the pros and cons of Manager Yang’s actions, I have limited knowledge and dare not say much, but the winner will be the king and the loser will be the bandit!

Don't talk about loyalty here. Ask yourself, Right Envoy, if your martial arts skills are better than that person and the leader, or if the leader gives you the position of Left Envoy of Light that he once held, making you truly second to none and giving you a chance to ascend to the position of leader, would you still act like this and insist on finding that person?"

Everyone was puzzled, but Feng Yi was shocked: "Well, what he meant was that Xiang Wentian knew he was no match for Dongfang Bubai, so he wanted to find Ren Woxing so that he could get back everything he had!" But then he thought again: "Could it be that Xue Ju and I are just judging others by our own standards?"

Suddenly, Xiang Wentian laughed and said, "Brother Xue, you are too polite. There is a saying that goes, 'A man without ambition cannot stand.'

I, Xiang Wentian, joined our sect because I wanted to do something big in the world.

We are all martial artists, and killing and arson are commonplace, but we must always keep our word and fulfill our actions.

But it is because of you who act unscrupulously, break your oaths and agreements whenever there is a profit to be made, and take advantage of others' misfortunes and violate morality that people in the world refer to our sect as the Demon Sect, and it is despised by the righteous martial arts world!"

He finished speaking in one breath, and all the disciples of the Demon Sect looked at each other. The reckless and stupid ones actually nodded repeatedly with silly smiles on their faces.

Xue Ju said sullenly, "Those so-called famous and upright sects are all the same. Fuwei Escort Agency sends gifts to Qingcheng Sect every year, but they still kill their entire family just for the Sword Manual of Exorcism. What else can anyone say?

The Five Mountains Sword Sects claim to be of the same blood and are committed to maintaining the integrity of the martial arts world. Did you know that when Liu Zhengfeng retired from martial arts, the Songshan Sect first captured all the women and children of the Liu family? If it weren't for Feng Yi, this troublemaker, who intervened, the Liu family would have been wiped out.

Haha, but after he did this, who would care about his good deeds? People in the martial arts world said that he could not distinguish right from wrong, had no moral principles, and was just a tyrant who only cared about strength. Everyone wanted him dead!

Go ask around in the martial arts world. Everyone is saying that the leader has been the best martial artist in the world for many years, but now Feng Yi should be the best martial artist. What do you think this means?"

Xiang Wentian snorted coldly: "There must be someone who wants Dongfang Bubai and Feng Yi to see who is better!"

"Hey!" Xue Ju clapped his hands, "Feng Yi, this pretty boy, killed Tian Boguang and Yu Canghai in one day, forced Mu Gaofeng to kowtow and beg for mercy, and beat everyone from the Five Mountains Sword Sect to retreat. He stole the limelight and aroused the jealousy of everyone, especially those famous and upright sects.

But the righteous in the martial arts world did not dare to confront him openly, and only dared to say that he had obtained the Sword Manual of Exorcism to stir up greed in the martial arts world. They also said that the leader was not the best master in the world. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that this was an attempt to kill someone with a borrowed knife.

You said, whether this kind of martial arts righteousness is despicable or not, why should our Sun Moon Divine Sect care? The result is the most important thing! "

Xiang Wentian's face darkened and he said coldly, "So Master Xue is using the power of poison to embarrass my old brother?"

"Alright!" Xue Ju waved his hand and said, "Brother Xiang, you and I each serve our own masters, and we cannot work together if we have different ideologies!

I have done my best to be loyal to you as a brother, so I have to let you down." With a raised hand, four disciples of the Demon Sect carried Xiang Wentian away.

Feng Yi's body swayed and disappeared into the darkness.

(End of this chapter)