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The Beggar Clan was known as the number one gang in the world. It was the first time they had suffered such a tragic defeat in the past few decades.

When he returned, he only had a dozen or so young disciples left, as well as the Vice Sect Master and Young Sect Master who were severely injured to the point of death.

The boy's face was extremely unsightly, as if his face was about to drip water.

There were three things placed in front of him.

The unconscious Wen Qi Hua, although conscious, had his eyes glazed over. He still had a head.

"Sect Master, please grieve." A middle-aged man with a clean robe removed his finger from Jiang Suo's wrist and sighed, "The vice sect master's injuries are too severe. It's all because of his strong body that he can barely hold on. I'm afraid …" There's no cure. "

The crowd was in an uproar. "Mister Luo, is there really no hope?"

Mr. Luo glanced at the speaker, and said indifferently: "The only thing I can do is to protect his heart, and let him extend his lifespan for another three to five days. But if I want to cure him, I'm afraid I won't be able to do anything about it.

"Young people are ignorant and have said the wrong thing, so please forgive me, Mr. Luo," said Mao slowly. Then, will my disciple still be able to recover from his injuries? "

Mr. Luo nodded his head, but when Mao Jiu let out a sigh of relief, he shook his head. "Whether we save him or not depends on Sect Leader Mao's decision."

Mao gave a start and asked in puzzlement, "What does Mr. Luo mean by this?"

Mr. Luo said, "Young Sect Master's injuries are not light. He can be saved, but it is not easy to save. I wonder if Sect Master Mao is willing to save me. "

"I only have one disciple, and he was injured so badly because of my mistake, so how can I not save him? I hope that you can quickly inform me of this method. "

Mr. Luo shook his head, but didn't answer. "I would like to ask Young Sect Master about the internal Qi that you've learnt. Besides Sect Master, who else has?"

The young man frowned slightly, as if he didn't understand why this person would ask such a stupid question, "He's my only disciple. The Brothel Gang's mental cultivation method is passed down from his bloodline. Naturally, no one else can train in it."

"This is going to be difficult." Mr. Luo sighed and said, "Then this one will speak frankly. Sect Master can decide on his own. The Young Sect Master's internal injuries were severe and he was delayed for quite a few days. Even though it wasn't immediate and life-threatening, it still couldn't be cured completely by relying on his medical skills. From now on, it would be difficult for Young Sect Master to advance in martial arts. Furthermore, he would have to suffer from illness, and even lose his lifespan. There is only one way to save them. " Pausing for a moment, he continued, "Using the same source of inner force to force the blood out of his body, washing it down his meridians, and opening his blocked meridians. "However, with this, I'm afraid that Sect Leader Mao's body will be greatly injured. If that's the case, then the one who will be in trouble and lose his life in the future will be Sect Leader Mao."

Mao couldn't help but look down at his disciple. Although this disciple was a bit mischievous, his character was not bad. Furthermore, he had always respected his teacher, practiced martial arts seriously and had always done his best in the various matters within the sect. Although he had caused quite a bit of trouble, he had always been taught a lesson. He had never been disobedient. Although the lesson did not change much, it was merely the young man's playful nature. Years of friendship between master and disciple. Looking at his pale and haggard face, how could he bear to destroy such a young child? How could he bear to see his disciple, who often joked about, be in such pain from then on?

"Master, please rest in peace and wait for your disciple's victorious return." Before his departure, Wen Qi Hua giggled, appearing extremely confident. Even though he was worried, he couldn't bring himself to extinguish the young man's ambitions.

When he finally returned, he found himself lying on the plank, carried back by a few young beggars. Wen Qi Hua's entire body was wrapped in bloody strips of cloth. There were a few small wounds on his white face, but the blood that flowed out hadn't been wiped off his face. His already bloodless face was even more deathly pale. He was still awake when he saw him, and the joy of seeing him flashed in his eyes for a moment, then was replaced by a thick sense of guilt and sadness. He only had enough time to spit out a single sentence in a loud voice, "Master, I'm sorry. I've disappointed you." Then he fainted.

If she wasn't ill, how could she let him go in his stead? If he hadn't rejected his request to bring a few elders with him, how could he have fought alone because of the differences in opinion? If he hadn't requested for his victory to come back, how could he still feel guilty when he was on the verge of death?

He should have been the one to go to the Puppet Palace, and this disciple of his should have stayed back to study martial arts and be safe.

The one who should have been lying here was him, and not the disciple who replaced him in the Puppet Palace!

He was already over fifty years old and had intended to leave this position to this outstanding disciple after ten years. This disciple of his was only twenty and three years old. He could not be any younger, and he still had a long life ahead of him.

Since his disciple had already suffered in place of him, so what if he lost a few years of health in his place?

Mao Jiu closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened his eyes. Other than that, what else do I need to do? "

"Sect Master!" The crowd was overwhelmed with shock as they cried out in unison, "Absolutely not!"

A trace of surprise flashed through Mr. Luo's eyes, but he didn't say anything. He only nodded his head, "If Sect Master Mao has made his decision, then Young Master Luo will definitely be safe and sound."

Mao raised his hand to indicate to the crowd that there was no need to say anything more, and indifferently said: "With Mr. Luo's promise, I am relieved. I shall leave life and death to Teacher. "

Mr. Luo nodded, "I will do my best. Please rest assured, Sect Leader Mao."

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"I didn't think that this master Wen Qi Hua really cared about him. He agreed without much hesitation." On a distant hillside, the young master dressed in green smiled, rubbing his chin as he looked down at the bustling crowd of people from the Beggar Gang.

It's a lot easier than we thought. It looks like Qihua and Liuyuan will suffer a little less." She was wearing a light yellow robe, and her hair was combed in a simple style. She wore a bit of makeup, but was calm and elegant. It made her look quite beautiful.

The green-robed young master laughed, "Easy? It would be better to say that all the preparation I did was in vain. "

Feng Qiong said: "Young master, stop joking, those pawns buried in the Beggar Gang are quite precious, and in order to force the Mao Clan to use them, it is also a waste. This way, we can experience less pain. Isn't that great? "

The green-robed young master turned his head to the side and looked at her pouting face. He couldn't help but pinch her nose and laughed, "Isn't it because I am afraid that Wen Qihua will be wronged? It hurts to see you. To be so concerned about other men in front of me, are you not afraid that I will make you suffer more in one go? "

Feng Qiong rolled her eyes at him and muttered softly, "Didn't you say I was old? Could it be that you'll be jealous of me? "

"Old?" The green-clothed young master was stunned for a moment, as if he couldn't understand where this hatred was coming from, but he didn't express anything. He reached out to pull Feng Qiong into his embrace, and then pinched her nose, "No matter how old you are, you're still my man. If you're so obviously concerned about others, young master will naturally be angry."

Feng Qiong, who was in his embrace, lifted her eyes to look at him, and it was as if water was flowing in her eyes: "Young Master has been wandering in the flowers every day, and is angry at a woman who is half dead. I am very honored."

The young master in green lowered his head and sniffed her hair, then laughed out loud: "I've been wandering around? If you were to say that I took the flower bush, it is indeed true. But Feng Qiong did not forget, that Young Noble's' lazy review 'of those rouge mortal things is also true. "

Feng Qiong blinked, then asked, "Young Master, is what you said true?"

The young man stretched out his hand and ruffled a strand of her hair. He smiled leisurely and said, "Of course it's true."

Feng Qiong pouted, "I don't believe it. The rouge is common, isn't it still talking about me? Young Master, if you take the flower bush then you will have a lazy look. I might not know about fate, but the 'Lord' that fate has brought you will definitely not be me. "

The green-clothed young master could not help but chuckle when he heard this: "Why do you have to belittle yourself, Beauty Feng? Such beauty, such devastatingly beautiful beauty. If you say it's a rouge, isn't it a bit too miserable? "

Feng Qiong said, "Qingcheng is beautiful, but she's nothing more than a laughingstock."

The green-clad young master squinted his eyes and stopped flirting with her. He released her and stood up. He straightened his sleeves and continued looking into the distance. Feng Qiong also realized that she had spoken the wrong words. She pursed her lips, but did not say anything to remedy the situation. Instead, she silently retreated to the side.

The shadow who had been standing by the side like a wooden log finally moved its eyes, looking towards Feng Qiong with a hint of a smile in its eyes.

When Feng Qiong saw his smile, she pursed her lips and glared at him, but didn't dare to say anything.

The green-robed young master had his back facing them, so he naturally did not know what they were doing. Looking at the change in the distance, he muttered to himself, "With this body of mine, this sudden attack will definitely severely injure it. It will take at most five years for it to give up. If necessary, this time would be reduced to three years. It seems that in addition to the Valley of Death and the Wine Hall of Vicious, the Beggar Gang will have to put in some effort to cultivate some useful talents. "

Feng Qiong hurriedly asked, "Do we need to insert a few more chess pieces in?"

The green-robed young master shook his head. "No need for now. The Black Iron Gang and the Beggar Gang were fated not to be able to cultivate a large number of trusted aides. The most important ones are still the Poison Wine Hall, Netherworld Valley and Feng Yunxuan, you are the ones who need to be strengthened the most, there is no need to send people out for the Beggar Gang. "

Feng Qiong nodded and replied, "Yes, I understand."

"Right." The green-clothed young master suddenly turned around and smiled at the startled Feng Qiong, "What's wrong?"

Feng Qiong lowered her head and said in an embarrassed voice, "I thought … Young Master wants to hit me. "

The Young Master in cyan smiled and asked the shadow, "Have I ever fought against a woman before?"

The silhouette said, "This subordinate believes that I don't need to teach Feng Qiong a lesson, whether she's a man or a woman."

The green-robed young master raised his eyebrows and said seriously: "Young master, I am very cultured. I might kill women, but I definitely won't fight — I will let you fight even if you want to."

Shadow nodded that he heard him, but didn't say anything else.

The azure-robed young master didn't mind. He once more looked towards Feng Qiong, "I just want to ask how you are preparing for the Courtesan Belle selection in a few months' time."

Feng Qiong had already adjusted her mood, "We are already preparing. There won't be any mishap. Zhong Li is in charge of the main layout. Does young master want to hear the rough plan? "

The green-clothed gongzi shook his head, "No, I am not interested in this matter. "If Zhong Li's arrangement is complete, then show it to Shadow."

Feng Qiong said, "Yes."

The young man in green looked at Wen Qi Hua and "Jiang Suo" who were being carried away, tidied up the wrinkles on his sleeves, and said leisurely: "Let's go, will you accompany me to see Jiang Suo?"