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<b> Thousand and Fifty-Nine Bamboo shoots emerge, flowers bloom and die.

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    "Yuanzhu!" The two words filled with Ding Shuli's hatred and resentment echoed in the air and lingered for a long time.  Not only has it not stopped, but it has a trend of expansion.  Under the stage, there was a buzzing sound, like a swarm of bees. It was the disciples under the stage who were discussing in a low voice. They passed it down one by one. What everyone was discussing was those two words: "Yuanzhu!" This  There seems to be some kind of magic power in these two words. Every disciple's face is full of mystery, as well as fear, excitement, hatred, confusion and all kinds of magic. However, everyone is different, but few people are indifferent.  Meng Shuai felt a little nervous, not because he was afraid of these people, but because he was somewhat uncomfortable being looked at by everyone with such mysterious eyes, not to mention the possible unintended consequences.  It can even destroy the situation you just grasped.  It seems that Ding Shuli's last resort was effective. Even if he couldn't take revenge personally, he would still create endless trouble for Fang Qingyan.  It¡¯s just that Meng Shuai is a little surprised. Wasn¡¯t it a long time ago that the Fang family was wiped out?  How to do it as if everyone knows.  He didn¡¯t expect that the Fang family¡¯s annihilation, that is, Fang Qingyan¡¯s father¡¯s generation, would only take a few decades, which was shorter than the Qiankun family¡¯s annihilation, but it was still a major event for this sect.  These disciples of the Yi Yuan Wan Fa Sect are at least dozens or even hundreds of years old. What's so strange about knowing what happened back then?  Fang Qingyan also heard these comments, and his expression showed a flash of sadness, but he quickly covered it up, looking down calmly and calmly.  Meng Shuai looked at his look and breathed a sigh of relief. He thought that since the Yiyuan Wanfa Sect had achieved this kind of virtue, the past events of the year would be a thing of the past. I'm afraid all his enemies would be dead.  Duan Lingye, on the other hand, said in surprise on the stage: "Yuanzhu? Fang family? Is it the original Huanzhu family? The family that died in the Six Families Rebellion twenty years ago?" Fang Qingyan turned around and said:  "Senior brother has a good memory. Several members of the Yiyuan Wanfa Sect disappear every few years. It is an honor for me, senior brother, to remember our Fang family." Duan Lingye narrowed his eyes and said, "You're welcome. I remember your Fang family.  , because it was a big commotion, and my master, the former head, was also involved." Fang Qingyan said: "Chief Guan did a lot to add fuel to the flames, but I have always kept it in mind.  Senior brother, the leader is the leader. I can clearly tell whether you have any grudges or grudges towards me." Duan Lingye said: "Oh, then I should thank you?" Fang Qingyan said: "No need to thank me.  Understand the current affairs. "The two of them spoke lightly, but everyone could hear the hidden edge.  Everyone was secretly sweating, and some were hiding malicious intentions, just waiting to see a good show.  Meng Shuai had a headache even more and took a step forward.  Based on his understanding of Duan Lingye, since Demon King Duan didn't take action, it should mean that it doesn't matter. Not to mention that the master is involved, he is his biological father and his son, and even what he himself did in the past, he said he didn't care.  I really don¡¯t care anymore.  But that may not be the case for Fang Qingyan. Meng Shuai knew very well how deeply entangled he was with the demon of revenge.  But whether it¡¯s Duan Lingye who can¡¯t hold it in, or Fang Qingyan who can¡¯t hold it in, Fang Qingyan will definitely suffer in the end, unless he has the power of more than one Realm Master in his hands.  At this time, Ling Shihua said lightly: "Ling Ye, you didn't know that he was from the Fang family until today, but you are really slow." Duan Lingye turned his head and said, "Uncle Master has known about it for a long time?" His clothes moved and he remained silent.  Ling Shihua slowly walked down from the podium and said: "It's not too early. I knew it from the first moment I saw him. Otherwise, I wouldn't trust him to do some things." With one sentence, the atmosphere became solemn.  , suppressed many people who were ready to make a move.  The Fang family has many enemies, both on the surface and hidden.  If Duan Lingye had just revealed his intention to deal with Fang Qingyan, many people would have immediately added fuel to the flames and stepped on him. But at this time, Ling Shihua, who had the highest level of cultivation, spoke, which was enough to calm the situation.  Duan Lingye stepped aside indifferently and said, "Uncle Master and the Fang family have a history." Ling Shihua said: "No. The old ghost of the Fang family is so arrogant that he has a bad temper with me. It's just that the Fang family has two advantages, one is  He is upright and honest, not a duplicitous villain. Second, he has feelings for the Yiyuan Wanfa Sect and knows that the sect is his first priority.  It¡¯s okay. Anyway, when everyone else is gone, it¡¯s okay to move to the Fang family.¡± Duan Lingye said: ¡°Then do you think he has inherited the Fang family¡¯s temperament?¡± Ling Shihua said: ¡°Then he will.  It depends on his choice. I didn't say anything before, but now that it's revealed, I'll ask Fang Qingyan directly, if you want to be the head disciple of the Yiyuan Wanfa Sect, you can control the sect in everything.??Does the overall situation come first?  Fang Qingyan said: "This is natural."  If I don¡¯t put the overall situation first, how can I take on such important responsibilities?  " Ling Shihua said: "What I said is to put everything first, without discount.  For example - I know that your Fang family has grievances, and you have also shouldered a blood feud. Do you dare to say that when the sect's important responsibilities conflict with personal blood feuds, you should give up revenge to safeguard the interests of the sect?  " This question was so sharp that it hurt people's hearts. Everyone straightened up and listened. This was a very important sentence. There were many people present who had a grudge against the Fang family. If Fang Qingyan agreed, they would be safe.  . If Fang Qingyan doesn't agree then these people will take the initiative. Fang Qingyan was silent and walked forward. At this time, Meng Shuai followed him.  Thinking of what Fang Qingyan said before, "There is something to be done", he had a premonition that something big was about to happen. When he walked to the Yuan Bamboo Forest, Fang Qingyan suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, which spread all over the bamboo forest and made the bamboo leaves shake.  Suddenly a bamboo shoot sprouted from the ground, growing faster than bamboo shoots after a rain. In the blink of an eye, it had grown into a bamboo shoot, but the trunks of these bamboo shoots were a little bent, because there was a person hanging on each one. Seeing those people, Lian Duan Ling.  Ye's pupils also shrank. Others stood up and exclaimed. Those who were hung were all members of the Yiyuan Wanfa Sect. They came from several big families, and some were even powerful figures in the sect.  At this time, they were all hanging on the bamboo like dead dogs, not knowing whether they were alive or dead. Duan Lingye's eyes were focused on the tallest bamboo shoot in the center, where a lifeless old man was hanging, with his snow-white hair hanging down, looking as miserable as the street.  The old beggar came up and said in a low voice: "That old ghost from the Li family didn't expect to end up here. Junior Brother Fang is so clever.  " Meng Shuai's heart trembled, and he thought to himself: Is this the ancestor of the Li family? Fang Qingyan can control a world lord, let alone so many enemies, and the strength he possesses is really amazing. Fang Qingyan murmured something, and suddenly  With a loud shout, the bent bamboo shoots bounced upward together, and the hanging people were thrown upward, like bullets from a slingshot. For a moment, it was difficult to tell who was the shadow of a person in the sky, looking up from the bottom.  Who. Then, this group of puppet-like people fell down. There were thousands of vertical green bamboos at the bottom. The moment they fell, Meng Shuai¡¯s eyes seemed to be covered with blood.  There was a layer of blood-colored gloom, and what he saw was a scene that could only appear in hell. He turned his head quickly and closed his mouth to avoid vomiting the discomfort in an instant. Because those people were controlled, there was no unnecessary sound in the whole process.  There was dead silence. Meng Shuai almost thought that the world was dead. What broke the silence was a sound of retching. Someone couldn't bear it and vomited. Then, like an infectious disease, vomiting and trembling spread throughout the disciples.  Trembling like a bunch of lambs waiting to be slaughtered, Meng Shuai glared at Fang Qingyan with dissatisfaction. He really couldn't accept the way Fang Qingyan killed people. He knew that these people should be Fang Qingyan's enemies, but this kind of killing was not only cruel, but also cruel.  It also has a performance nature, placing revenge on a stage like a theatrical performance to intimidate onlookers. It is difficult to say that it is not a perversion. Turning his head, he saw Fang Qingyan staring at the bamboo forest blankly, his eyes were not excited or happy.  , there was only a mixture of relief and confusion, and gradually lost focus. For a long time, two lines of bright red blood fell from his eyes. Seeing the blood and tears, Meng Shuai sighed silently and said nothing.  Being born without worries, it is difficult for him to blame Fang Qingyan, who is burdened with a mountain of hatred and unable to breathe. Besides, they have been friends for many years and should have been the most considerate. They should just treat this as not a performance, but a memorial.  , Fang Qingyan used Yuanzhu as an altar, using his own blood and the blood of his enemies as sacrifices to pay homage to the dead souls of his family, and also to pay homage to his past gloomy years. "I hope, I hope Fang Qingyan can free himself from the shackles and enjoy his own life."  His own life. I hope this vendetta will end here and there will be no new retribution. At this time, Fang Qingyan said hoarsely: "Bamboo is gone" There was a soft sound in the air.  The sound of bamboo blooming. A cluster of white flowers bloomed on the bamboo, just like the new spring. When the bamboo blooms, it makes a roar, and the blood under the feet turns into endless flames, burning the flesh and blood in the bamboo forest.  Wrapping them up together, they were burning brightly. There was no green or bright red anymore, only orange-red flames darting towards the sky. In the light of the fire, Fang Qingyan staggered to Ling Shihua and said: "Uncle Master, I can answer the question you just asked.  My old grudge is over. From now on, I will put the sect first and my ambition first.  "The voice was still hoarse as before, but every word was as solid as a rock. Ling Shihua looked at him with a complicated expression and said: "Very good, very good.  Then let's do it!  "She waved her hand, turned and left, leaving a hurried back. At this time, Duan Lingye, who had always been indifferent at the scene, came over, still maintaining a playful smile, took Fang Qingyan's hand, raised it high, and shouted loudly  He said: "Everyone, congratulations to Junior Brother Fang, he is the next head of the Yiyuan Wanfa Sect.  "
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