"Absolutely not. Now that the Eight Southern Barbarians are in the ascendant, they may invade Kyushu in large numbers in the future. I have already lost the Sword Saint, and I can't lose the Spear Saint again!" Cang Zhu shook his fan, his face full of worry.
"The third brother died in a foreign land, and I'm so ashamed that my brother couldn't collect his body!" Cheng Suhe slapped his thigh and sighed helplessly.
"Cangzhu, is there really nothing we can do?" Mo Zhanqiu asked reluctantly.
Hearing this, Cangzhu pondered, shaking the Fusu fan in his hand. After a long time, Cang Zhucai sighed helplessly: "There is really no way at the moment... Now Qianlong Hall is eyeing us, and the eight Southern Barbarians are probably their helpers."
After saying this, the three of them sighed heavily, and even Cheng Suhe's eyes turned red. Even Mo Zhanqiu's brows were furrowed and his eyes were tightly closed.
"If...if..." Cheng Suhe clenched his fist and slammed it on the ground, "If I hadn't been so stupid that year, Lord Dao wouldn't have shortened his life, my Qingcheng sect wouldn't have retired, and my third brother wouldn't have died!" As he spoke, Cheng Suhe shed a few tears and kept hitting the floor with his fists.
"Su He!" Mo Zhanqiu held his hand, "Stop blaming yourself. You are not the only one to blame for that matter."
Cheng Suhe gasped for air, his heart was beating hard, and he burst into tears. This man was upright and upright!
Seeing Cheng Suhe's appearance, Mo Zhanqiu quickly stepped forward to comfort him: "Boss is not young anymore, boss!"
"Then don't you want to hate?" Cheng Suhe wiped his tears and pretended to be calm: "Yes! No matter how much you hate me, I can't cry. I am the leader. One day, I will repay you with double my hatred!"
Hearing this, Mo Zhanqiu showed a happy smile. After he finished laughing, he suddenly picked up the tea cup on the table and threw it out of the window. He said with a cold expression: "You have been eavesdropping for so long, why don't you leave?"
The teacup was thrown and the window paper was broken directly, hitting the eavesdropper in the stomach. The eavesdropper outside the window groaned and fell backwards.
"This eavesdropper is so weak, Qianlongtang looks down on us even more!" Mo Zhanqiu said coldly.
"Uncle, help me!" A familiar voice came from outside the window.
"It's Ah Chuan!" Cheng Suhe said secretly, then jumped to the window with his legs. At the critical moment, he suddenly grabbed Cheng Qichuan's falling right hand.
"Dad, save the child!" Cheng Qichuan said weakly, looking at the hundred-foot-high cliff at his feet.
"You tiger, you really don't make me worry!" After saying this, Cheng Suhe threw Cheng Qichuan into the house with all his strength.
Cheng Qichuan only felt the world spinning for a while, and then he hit the floor heavily. His life was saved, Cheng Qichuan gasped for air.
The movement inside the house attracted the attention of the four Taoist priests outside, and they all pushed the door open and entered. As soon as he opened the door, he saw San Sheng standing, looking at the young master who fell on the ground with a look of hatred.
"It's okay, it's okay. Next time, ask someone to watch on the window sill behind the house!" Cang Zhu waved his fan.
"Yes!" The four Taoist priests bowed respectfully and then withdrew.
"Xiaochuan, what's wrong with you?" Mo Zhanqiu squatted down and gently rubbed the lower abdomen where he had just hit it with his teacup.
"What did you hear just now?" Cheng Suhe looked at Cheng Qichuan with a look of hatred.
"I heard everything!" Cheng Qichuan stood up with difficulty and looked at the Three Saints: "Father, uncle, sir, I understand your feelings, but I can't swallow this breath. I must avenge the Third Uncle with my own hands!"
Hearing this, the three saints sighed resentfully, and he finally found out.
"I should have guessed earlier that the dead old Taoist priest was my third uncle, and I should have come back earlier!" Cheng Qichuan's eyes were filled with tears, "I know you hid it from me because you were afraid that I would be too impulsive. Now Xiaochuan tells you, Don't worry about Xiaochuan, Xiaochuan will work hard for revenge and kill the eight Southern Barbarians with his own hands!" After saying this, Cheng Qichuan rushed out without looking back. Only the Three Saints were left standing there in a daze. After a long time, Cangzhu shook his fan and said slowly: "I wonder if being young and frivolous is a good thing or a bad thing?"
Cheng Qichuan rushed back to his small academy, swearing that he would one day avenge his third uncle with his own hands!
