: 1014. Phoenix Weeping Blood

(ps: Today's update is a bit late, apologize to everyone.
At the same time, there is only one more today, and one that owes more will be replenished during the day.
Going to a big plot right away, I need to carefully think about it.
We will never rely on it, and everyone can rest assured. )
Leaving the southern sinister world, heading to the central hustle and bustle of the heavens, and going to the south of the eight or nine years, the Supreme Court of the South, finally returned to the Fengyishan Wutongpo.
For the mundane mortal, life is only a hundred years, and eight or nine years is a short time.
However, for a strong martial artist who is a high-level martial art, it is likely that a retreat will be more than ten years.
The Southern Supreme Zhuang Shen himself, the last retreat, is nearly twenty years old.
Just before, there has never been a time, so that Zhuang Shen has such a feeling of being human.
At this moment, he sat in the first position on the main hall of the Zongmen, and his eyes looked at the doormen in front of him.
Compared with that year, Zhuang Shen’s appearance did not change at all.
Still handsome and handsome, quite handsome, it looks like he is only 30 years old, and his head is like a white hair, simply combing his hair.
But looking at everyone in front of you, Zhuang deep is sinking.
His children and relatives, the brothers who have always been in contact with each other, "He Wang" Peng He, disappeared.
Although the relationship is not as close as Peng He, but he is very respectful of Zhuang Shen, and he is very safe, so he has always trusted the brothers who have added, "Bao Yu Zhen Yue" Zhang Shuren, no trace.
He is the most valued, exhausted disciples cultivated disciples, "Feng Yu" Yuan Xiancheng, the same disappeared.
In addition, there are many people in Wutongpo, and they can never appear in the main hall in front of them.
Finally, there is his biological son, Zhuang Zhaohui...
Zhuang Shen looked at the fallen door in front of him, for a long time.
Among the crowd, a middle-aged man dressed as a Confucian scribe is saying: "Zhang Shixiong, Peng Shidi are not there, the southeast is big, I can only hold Fengyishan, and wait for you to come back."
Zhuang Shen looked at the middle-aged Confucian scholar and said slowly: "Mao, you have worked hard."
The middle-aged Confucian bowed his head and said: "Please also ask the master to take an idea."
This person is naturally the only surviving Wusheng Jiuzhong realm in the Fengyi Mountain Wutongpo, and the "Fengming Nanjiang" Mao Yuansheng, also known as Peng He and Zhang Shuren.
He and Peng He, together with the Southern Supreme Zhuang Shen, are the same under the same division.
Hundreds of years ago, Feng Yishan was the master of the previous generation. When Zhuang Shen’s teacher was in charge of the door, Mao Yuansheng was actually the most valued descendant.
At that time, compared to Zhuang Shen, their masters have always preferred Mao Yuansheng, and even once belonged to Mao Yuansheng to take over their own clothes, and inherited the Wutongpo.
Only later, when the boy was relatively ordinary, the rising momentum became more and more, and eventually came to the fore.
Their master died early because of an accident and failed to decide who will succeed.
In the end, Zhuang Shen won.
However, it is true that in his hands, the Fengyi Mountain Wutongpo is carried forward, and the phoenix true volume is more sophisticated.
Until later, Zhuang Shen was on the verge of humanity, and Fengyishan reached its peak in its history.
For Mao Yuansheng, Zhuang Shen did not suppress it, but there is no doubt that Mao Yuansheng’s relationship with Zhuangshen is the most alienated in the Daxu of Wutongpo’s three martial arts.
Zhang Shuren was ordered to guard Fangyuan Mountain at the junction with the southeast. It seems to be a remote place, but it has won deep trust.
If it is really a bitter, Yuan Xiancheng, the most valued disciple of Zhuang Shen, cannot be tied.
When Zhuang Shen went to the center of the heavens, he was the one who had the closest relationship with the Wutongpo Mountain Gate.
Since the year, Mao Yuansheng has actually been quite low-key.
The old "Fengming South Xinjiang" seems to be a bit of a misnomer.
This time, Zhang Shuren and Peng He both fell, and Mao Yuansheng returned to Wu Tongpo to preside over the overall situation.
As the strongest of the Wutongpo vein, which is second only to Zhuangshen, Mao Yuansheng is lower-key.

Get an idea?
Zhuang Shen’s look is calm, and there is no point in it. But all the Wutong Po, who are present, feel that the world they live in seems to be burning.
In front of the eyes, a phoenix flutters and sings, but the eyes are clear and bloody.
Looking at the illusion of the phoenix's blood in front of him, including Mao Yuansheng, everyone is ashamed.
The illusion disappeared, and Zhuang Shen still had no expression, and it seemed that the emotions did not fluctuate.
But everyone knows that the seemingly illusory scene is actually the true expression of Zhuang Shen’s thoughts.
"I have a total of thirty-seven people in Wutongpo, who died in the hands of the little thief who surnamed Yan."
Zhuang Shen stood up and said: "There are two Xianqiao late Wusheng, my most proud disciple, and the most outstanding descendant of the younger generation of this family, as well as my pro-son."
He looked at Mao Yuansheng: "If I have no return this time, Mao Shidi will take over the position of the head."
Mao Yuansheng bowed his head: "I wish to accompany my brother and sister, and go to the southeast together."
"What are you talking about?" Zhuang Shen's white eyebrows wrinkled: "The faction incense, can't break."
Mao Yuansheng raised his head and looked at Zhuang Shen.
Zhuang Shen said: "No matter what the reason they died, the fact is that they all fell into Fangyuanshan."
"I am back, but Cao Jie is back. If it is a battle in Fangyuanshan, the results are difficult to predict."
Mao Yuansheng said after a moment of silence: "Why is that brother?"
Zhuang Shen calmly said: "In the past, I avenged my master. I am a martial artist who dares to fight against the martial arts."
"Today, I am in charge of the South. Is it true that the older the rivers and lakes, the smaller the courage?"
Mao Yuansheng said silently, after a long while, he said: "This is why you are ‘Fengxiang nine days’, and I am just ‘Fengming Nanjiang’?

"I may die earlier than you." Zhuang Shen said faintly: "I am stronger than you, but some people are stronger than me."
"But I don't think I was stunned by anger. I am calmer than ever."
"Revenge at all costs, the first is revenge, and then at all costs."
After listening to Zhuang Shen’s words, Mao Yuansheng and other Wutong Powu spirits rose slightly.
At this moment, the void outside Wutong Mountain swayed, as if it were a wave of water.
A figure emerges from it.
When he arrived, he did not disturb anyone on the slopes of Wutongpo. Only Zhuang Shen had some feelings: "Lang brother arrived, and Zhuang Shen has a long way to meet."
"Lang brother? Lang..." Mao Yuansheng and others listened, and they all glimpsed, and then rejoiced: "Is the West supreme?"
Zhuang Shen said faintly: "Without Zhaohui and showing them things, I also invited Lang brother to come to Wutongpo as a guest to discuss the southeast."
During the conversation, a middle-aged man came in: "Zhuang brother, I heard about it, and I am sorry."
A group of Wutongpo Wuwu met him and they all saluted: "I have seen the Western Supreme."
Come, it is the Lord of the Western world, the head of Mount Rinnon, the West is the highest.
"Since Lang brother knows, I don't talk about it extravagantly." Zhuang Shen said: "I don't know if Lang brother can help me?"