Chapter 22: twenty-three

Chapter 22, Chapter 23: Fierce Flames
Qiu Jinglong and Huai Chenghua fell on the ground with a single blow, but the only sober Ding Gaolang knelt down on the ground, not daring to raise his head, and the threat in the Lunjiang martial arts battlefield was zero.
The two black armored warriors jumped out of the chariot and drove Boshan and Pang Yan onto the car. The four-headed spirit beasts turned their noses and turned, and the ruts made a harsh rubbing sound against the ground. The chariot whizzed away, leaving only a mess and three wounded mortal realms in the lobby.
It is thunder when it comes, and wind when it goes.
Ding Gaolang vomited another mouthful of blood. He kept listening to the chariot going away before putting a heart in his belly. Finally, he survived.
The gilt beast was racing towards Wutang, but Boshan, who was sitting on the frame, felt heavier and heavier.
Being rescued by the first person from the martial arts hall, he really didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing.
Needless to say, Pang Yan had violated the big taboos of Wutang students, and as an instructor at the No. 7 training ground, instead of reporting to Wutang, he went out privately in an attempt to shelter him.
As he knows the rules of the martial arts hall well, this time he returned to the martial arts hall, the two were not as clan martial artists, but two sinners.
What's more, I still face the first seat of the Martial Hall in person. To be honest, even a warrior like Boshan is very panicked.
But what is afraid of.
"Come in."
There was a deep voice in the carriage, and the two of them were startled and looked at each other, because this sound seemed a bit familiar?
A black armored warrior opened the compartment door and signaled that they could enter the compartment.
When the two walked to the door, they saw Tang Luo sitting in the middle of the tea table, and the teapot in front of him was still steaming slowly.
The interior of the carriage is extravagantly luxurious. The soft fur carpets are unrealistic just under your feet, and the inner walls of the entire carriage are all golden. Even the wood texture of the tea table looks extremely precious.
The two of them thought about their rags, and then looked at the luxurious compartment, they became nervous for a while.
"boom". The door was closed again.
"Sit down, stop standing." Tang Luo said, pointing to the futon in front of them.
Pang Yan was covered in blood and mud. He didn't know what punishment he would face when he returned to Wutang. His heart was ashamed, he was ready to die, and he sat down slumped.
Boshan adjusted his mentality, but couldn't calm down. Before today, the Tang Luo he knew was just a martial arts instructor or the first son.
But after watching him drive into the Lunjiang Wudou Hall, who would dare to communicate with him equally.
He was a little restrained, didn't know how to get along with Tang Luo, and fell silent for a while.
Well, I fished you two out, one by one fell silent. Lu Lu Lu, you guys.
Looking at the appearance of the two, one became self-defeating and the other became extremely restrained. Don Luo felt that his future was worrying. He pinched his temple and said: "Pang Yan listened to my words and went to the martial arts hall to practice. Own, did I make it clear."
Hearing these words, Pang Yan, with his head down, suddenly raised his head, unable to believe his ears, what did Tang Jiaoxi mean, his heart clenched, and tears filled his eyes again.
"Tang Jiao Xi, this..." Boshan is naturally not as innocent as Pang Yan. When these words are said, doesn't it mean that Tang Luo wants to bear the blame for himself? You know, the clan is extremely strict with Tang's children.
Tang Luo waved his hand and poured himself a cup of tea.
"Martial arts teaching has the right to assign homework. The homework I assigned is to let Pang Yan participate in the martial arts meeting." Tang Luo took a sip of tea and said lightly.
The excuse sounds good, but there are many hidden dangers.
"Will you be held accountable at the Karun River Fighting Hall?" Boshan was very worried. He thought it was the first visit, and he was ready to be dismissed.
Pang Yan's heart rose and fell sharply during the conversation between the two.
"Of course it will be investigated." Tang Luo poured himself a cup of tea and paused, "But there is no evidence."
"What is the point of losing control of the chariot and smashing into a martial arts hall? Just pay a gold coin."
"The money comes from you!" Tang Luo raised his cup, glanced at Pang Yan, and drank all the tea in the cup.
Don't die! Don't die! Pang Yan felt a new life and nodded desperately.
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Lunjiang Wudou Hall
"Who the can tell me what the is going on!" When Mihou brought people here, he saw a land ploughed from south to north, and houses with holes.
The lobby of the Wudou Hall was in ruins, his guard Ding Gaolang was seriously injured, and his two apprentices were in a coma. Is this the robber?
Didn't it mean that a Tang clan warrior was caught gambling! Why did it become like this? It's hard to catch the fierce martial artist of their Tang family. This mess, it seems that a student can make it out.
"What's going on." Mi Hou sat on the chair with a gloomy expression, and his eyes were full of hostile questions.
"Master!" Ding Gaolang casually bandaged and came to Mihou's body, bowing and saluting.
"It's the gilt beast that broke into the lobby and robbed the people." Ding Gaolang said bitterly.
"What did you say?" Mihou frowned, very surprised "Are you sure you read it right".
Ding Gaolang didn't understand why the master had this expression, but nodded with certainty: "It will never be wrong. It is the gilt hub of the beast."
How could this happen, Mi Hou was full of doubts.
"Tell me carefully, what is the name of the person you caught, and what he looks like." Mihou's expression was uncertain, and he thought he might have made a very stupid mistake.
A martial arts student, no need to dispatch a chariot, could it be that the one who was arrested was actually a child of the Tang family? Only then does it make sense, otherwise how could the chariot be dispatched?
And if his martial arts hall dared to seize and beat the young master of the Tang clan's main line, it would be a disaster.
Ding Gaolang didn't understand why Mihou asked this, but he replied in great detail: "We caught a student named Pang Yan, about 16 or 17 years old, at the peak of the Mortal Realm, and tall."
The more he listened, the more panicked Mi Hou's heart became. As Xiling's biggest opponent, the Mi family's intelligence on the Tang family could be described as precious.
He may not remember how many cousins ​​he has, but it is Men Qing for the young lady who is the main line of the Tang family.
At the pinnacle of the Mortal Realm at the age of sixteen or seven, there are two young masters in the Tang clan, one is Tang Hong, the son of the patriarch, and the other is Tang Xin, the son of the second master of the Tang family.
If one of these two people is tied, the gilt chariot should be dispatched.
"Please describe to me carefully what that young man looks like." Mihou prayed in his heart, hoping that he would not recite words like that. If this kind of main line was tied, the young master would beat him up.
Miho glanced at Ding Gaolang. If the luck was really that bad, the guard himself might not be able to keep it.
Ding Gaolang couldn't understand the look in Mihou's eyes, and began to retell Pang Yan's appearance carefully towards Mihou.
Listening to his careful description, Mihou felt less and less panic in his heart, first turning into doubt, then into puzzlement, and finally full of anger!
"The Tang family is really deceiving too much!" Mi Hou's eyes were eager to breathe fire, and he had determined that Pang Yan was an ordinary student.
However, he just deducted a mortal warrior, and he dared to break my dojo and hurt my guards. Could the Tang family deceive me?
"Come here! Send me someone to Tang's house! I want them to talk to me, this is endless!" Mi Hou kicked the chair beside him and left angrily.
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Tang Family Wutang, Zhantang Training Room
Tang Sen dressed in black basalt armor, sitting cross-legged on the futon in the center to practice.
As the first seat of Wutang, Tang Sen was actually not good at dealing with Wutang's affairs, so he delegated a lot of his efforts to the steward and the clansmen.
And all his energy is used to control the warriors in the battle hall and self-cultivation.
Because his wife didn't like him to practice before going to bed, he changed the practice time to every afternoon.
Thirty-six Great Weeks ended, Tang Sen stood up and walked outside the door.
A heavy armor on his body made him weigh more than a thousand jin, and every step he took was like a sledge hammer hitting the ground with a muffled noise, but looking at his relaxed expression, it seemed that this heavy armor had no effect on him.
The stone door of the training room was lifted, and Chang Fu appeared at the door.
"Huh?" Tang Sen asked, because Chang Fu generally wouldn't come to Zhantang to find himself. He was already busy with food and lodging.
Over the past two decades, Chang Fu has long understood Tang Sen’s reluctance. He directly informed him of his future intentions: "The young master’s chariot crashed into a fighting arena in Mi’s family, and the other party sent an envoy to Wu. Tang is asking for an explanation. Right now outside the martial arts hall."
"Oh." Townsend replied, raising his leg and walking towards the war room.
"Master, won't you go to see him?" Chang Fu asked, seeing that Tang Sen showed no signs of going outside.
"No." Without looking back, Tang Sen disappeared in the corner.
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Mifu
"The Tang Family is really deceiving! Father, you see, Tang Sen didn't put my Mi Family in his eyes at all, and he took our Mi Family's messenger for one day."
Mihu glanced at his desperate son, and said calmly: "It's your messenger, not Mi's messenger."
"Aren't these all the same! In short, the Tang family just didn't put my Mi Family in their eyes." Mi Hou was taken aback, and insisted.
What a stupid son, if his brother is half smart, how can I use so hard?
Mihu glanced at Miho, the beast's gilt hub was so big that the intelligence personnel of Mi's family were not blind, so how could they not be able to see it.
But the chariot rushed straight into the fighting arena without killing a single person. As long as the Tang reputed that the chariot was out of control, the matter would be unclear. But looking at the appearance of this stupid son, it seemed that he would not give up at all. Mihu wanted him to have any unique means, so he asked, "What do you mean?"
When Mihou heard that his father seemed to support him, he was overjoyed and said: "First let the Tang family compensate me for a new practice field, then apologize to me, and then hand over that student. I will cut him off!"
Lulu Lulu!
What a genius. Mihu watched him talk to himself ecstatically, as if he had stepped on the Tang family in a fantasy and humiliated him. This kid really didn't understand what he was talking about.
"Do you want Mi's and Tang's to go to war?" Mihu opened his mouth. Mihou was babbling like a drake with his neck choked, and there was no sound.
How can it be so exaggerated?
"Father...Father, what are you kidding me? It's just a pariah. How can the Tang family dare to go to war with my Mi's family? Are they crazy?" Mihu felt that Mihu was frightening himself and defended.
"It wasn't before, but now the first seat of Tang's Wutang is that lunatic, it's very possible." Mihu shook his head, remembering how Tang Sen looked like Shura when he was fighting, and shook his head.
That's a lunatic who doesn't leave his body as soon as he enters the battle hall, thinking about fighting from morning to night!
(End of this chapter)