Chapter 102: The acting leader of Quanxing, Gong Qing, greets you all!

"brute!"

Wang Yuanjing had just found the courtyard where Tian Jinzhong was when he heard a roar from inside, and then an unidentified object hit him.

He subconsciously stretched out his foot and kicked it back.

That person just now seemed to be a person?
Wang Yuanjing thought with some uncertainty.

"Ouch!"

Accompanied by the sound of something heavy falling, a scream suddenly came from the room.

Oops!

Wang Yuanjing's face changed, and he turned around and wanted to leave.
"It's Xiao Yuanjing! Come in."

Suddenly a voice was heard in the room. It was the old Taoist priest. Wang Yuanjing had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk in.

After entering, he found that there were four people in the room.
They were the old Heavenly Master, Tian Jinzhong, a middle-aged Taoist priest, and a little Taoist boy lying on the ground.

"Greetings to Senior Tianshi and Senior Jinzhong!"

Wang Yuanjing bowed to the two elders.

"You are quite ruthless, kid."

The old Taoist priest smiled with his eyes narrowed.

Combining the situation at the scene, Wang Yuanjing realized that the person he had just kicked should be Gong Qing, and the person who was knocked down was the middle-aged Taoist priest, the ninth disciple of the old Taoist priest, Zhang Lingyu's senior brother, Rong Shan.

"hey-hey."

Wang Yuanjing scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Brother, is this the young friend you mentioned?"

Tian Jinzhong asked curiously.

The old senior had already learned what had happened from his senior brother Zhang Zhiwei, and knew that it was the young man in front of him who indirectly saved his life.

"Exactly."

The old master nodded.

On the other side, Wang Yuanjing was also looking at Taoist Tian who was sitting in a wheelchair. His sleeves were empty and he had dark circles under his eyes, but his eyes were bright and sharp.

As the saying goes, when the qi is full, one does not want to eat; when the spirit is full, one does not want to sleep.
How can it be so easy?

A glimmer of admiration flashed in Wang Yuanjing's eyes. When the problem of the three corpses had not yet been solved, he himself had also suffered from nightmares and knew how painful that feeling was. What's more, Master Tian was just an ordinary person with no cultivation.

For more than 70 years, I have not fought against the world, but have always won a victory for myself.
Deserve the title of a real person!

"My fellow Taoist, this time it's all thanks to you. If it weren't for you, Uncle Tian would be in danger."

The middle-aged Taoist priest Rong Shan showed an expression of lingering fear.

"Just don't blame me for the offense I just gave you."

Wang Yuanjing replied with a smile.

"How can I blame you? I was the one who made the mistake first. Fortunately, you reacted quickly, otherwise I would have done something wrong."

Rongshan said a little embarrassedly.

He didn't expect that someone would suddenly appear outside the door, but he was secretly surprised.

He had felt the force of that blow just now. This person had a very high level of life cultivation. With just that blow alone, even Junior Brother Lingyu was probably not as strong as him.

"Cough cough!"

At this moment, the little Taoist boy who fell to the ground struggled to get up and looked at Wang Yuanjing with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

From the conversation just now, he already knew that he was exposed because of the person in front of him, but.
Even those in the Quanxing Sect didn't know his identity, so how did this person know it?

"Can you let me be a wise ghost?"

Gong Qing knew that he could not escape death this time.

I'm afraid no one could have imagined that this little Taoist boy with disheveled hair, freckles on his face, and who looks only eleven or twelve years old, would actually be the acting leader of Quan Xing.

Moreover, he has been lurking in Longhu Mountain for three years.

"Feel sorry."

Wang Yuanjing shook his head.

Although Gong Qing is not a good person, he is responsible. If he asks himself, he does not hate this person.

If it were a different situation, the two sides might have become friends, but unfortunately, they have different positions after all.

How could he possibly reveal the biggest secret of his life just to satisfy the other party's curiosity and add more twists and turns?

"That's it"

Gong Qing said with some regret, then turned his head and looked at Tian Jinzhong.

"I'm sorry, Master Tian."

"Little Qingzi"

People are made of flesh and blood. In three years, even if it is a cat or a dog, you will develop feelings for them. What's more, the other person has taken care of you for three years. But why?
You are the perfect person.
How could Tian Jinzhong not hate this?
"Cough cough!"

Gong Qing struggled to walk towards the crowd.

"What do you want to do?"

Rongshan took a step forward, looking alert.

"Master Rongshan, with the Heavenly Master here, are you still afraid that I might do something?"

Gong Qing looked at him with amusement.

As expected of him being the head of Quanxing, he was still able to move after being hit by a palm strike from Rong Shan and a kick from Wang Yuanjing.

"Yongshan."

The old master shook his head.

Then Gong Qing did something that no one expected. He cupped his hands and his voice was no longer as weak as before:
"I am the acting head of Quan Xing, Gong Qing, nice to meet you all!"

Then he slapped himself on the chest and fell backwards.

Rongshan went forward to check the situation, then shook his head.

"Heart meridians are broken, he can't survive."

All sex?

The old Taoist priest watched this scene silently, and suddenly the figure of an old friend emerged in his mind.

"Rongshan, take him away."

"Yes!"

Rongshan nodded, picked up Gong Qing and walked out the door.

"Brother, there won't be any trouble over there, right?"

Tian Jinzhong said with some worry. "Don't worry, Lao Lu and his friends have already made preparations."

The old Taoist priest said calmly.

For him, the most important thing at the moment is to let Zhang Chulan inherit the position of Heavenly Master first, as for those Quan Xing who went up the mountain.
Not worth mentioning.

Seeing this, Tian Jinzhong stopped asking questions. After all, his cultivation had been wasted and his abilities were limited.

"In that case, Senior Tianshi, Senior Jinzhong, I will leave first."

Wang Yuanjing bowed and said.

Gong Qing is dead, and Tian Jinzhong's life and the secret he has kept for a lifetime are also saved. From now on, the incident of the Heavenly Master coming down the mountain should never happen again.

He has achieved two goals in participating in the Luotian Grand Ceremony this time. As long as he can help Zhang Chulan become the champion, he can retire with honor.

"Don't leave in a hurry, Junior Brother Tian, ​​you can rest here for a while. I have something to say to this kid."

The old Taoist priest called out to Wang Yuanjing.

"You go ahead, Senior Brother, I'll ask Xiao Yuzi to come over."

Tian Jinzhong said that Xiao Yuzi was a little Taoist boy who usually worked with Gong Qing to take care of his daily life.

"Thanks to you this time, otherwise Junior Brother Tian would be in danger."

The old Taoist priest looked grateful.

Among all the disciples of Tianshi Mansion back then, he, Tian Jinzhong and Zhang Huaiyi had the best relationship. Moreover, most of his fellow disciples of the same generation have left now.
Now, in the entire Longhu Mountain, there are only two old men left, him and Tian Jinzhong.

If the latter died at Gong Qing's hands due to his and others' negligence, he couldn't imagine what he would do.

"Just as long as you don't mind me meddling in your business."

The old Taoist priest had helped him achieve enlightenment, so he should return the favor.

"I wonder what you want from me?"

Wang Yuanjing asked with a puzzled look on his face, is there anything that can’t be said in front of Tian Jinzhong?
"You should have seen the schedule for tomorrow's games."

The old Heavenly Master asked.

tomorrow?

Wang Yuanjing then remembered that his opponent tomorrow was Zhang Lingyu.

"So, you want to?"

he asked tentatively.

"Do you know anything about my Lingyu disciple?"

"Know a thing or two."

Wang Yuanjing said honestly.

"So the Taoist wants to ask you for a favor?"

There was a gleam of light in the old Taoist's eyes.

"What do you want me to do?"

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The old Taoist priest expressed his thoughts.

"Wouldn't that be too rough?"

Wang Yuanjing couldn't help but ask. He didn't expect that the old master actually wanted him to use heavy hands on Zhang Lingyu.

"I know my disciple. He has an obsession in his heart and has been hesitating to move forward."

"He has some talent, and it's hard to find someone of his age who can put pressure on him. But I believe with you here, it shouldn't be a problem."

The old Taoist's method was very simple. He just wanted to force Zhang Lingyu and force him to accept his imperfect self.

As a master, he knew Zhang Lingyu very well and knew that the reason for all this was ultimately because the other party attached too much importance to the Longhu Mountain brand.

For Zhang Lingyu, if he loses the game representing Longhu Mountain and suffers a crushing defeat, it will definitely be a major blow to him.

At that time, even if he was unwilling, he had to accept Yin Wu Lei, because this was the only way before him.

But Wang Yuanjing was afraid that he might accidentally break the Taoist heart of Lingyu Zhenren.

The old master really doesn’t know how to teach his disciples!

He sighed in his heart, but he really couldn't refuse the other party's request. This old senior had helped him so much.

"Let me watch."

He thought for a moment and replied.

"It's okay, just don't beat him to death."

It’s already like this, how much worse can it get?

I feel a headache just facing Zhang Lingyu alone, but my master Zhang Jingqing had to face both me and Zhang Huaiyi at the same time.

Now Zhang Zhiwei suddenly understands how his master felt back then.

It's really fate!
I'm afraid even Zhang Lingyu could never have imagined that his respected master would actually collude with outsiders to target him.

After leaving the old Taoist priest
While Wang Yuanjing was still thinking about how to face Zhang Lingyu, two people suddenly jumped out in front of him.

"Zhang Chulan, Feng Baobao?"

"Brother Wang! We meet again, what a coincidence!"

Zhang Chulan touched the back of his head and laughed.

skillful?
I'm afraid you've been waiting for me here for a long time.

"What's matter?"

Wang Yuanjing asked politely.

"I heard that you, Brother Wang, will face that fellow Zhang Lingyu tomorrow. You have to help me teach him a lesson."

Zhang Chulan said indignantly, and Feng Baobao, who was standing on the side, nodded frantically like a chick pecking at rice.

"Why, do you hate him?"

Wang Yuanjing asked with amusement.

"Who doesn't hate him? Just because his first blood was taken by someone else, he targets me every day. It's totally inexplicable."

Zhang Chulan's words were quite sincere.

Those who died of drought died of drought, and those who died of floods died of floods. He has lived for 19 years and is still a virgin. I don’t know what that bull nose is being so pretentious about.

After Zhang Chulan finished speaking, Feng Baobao was still pecking at rice like a chicken, looking not very smart.

"Okay, prepare for tomorrow's game. I'll be leaving first."

Wang Yuanjing waved his hands. He knew what this guy was thinking, but he didn't have time to play house with him here.

(End of this chapter)