The world of martial arts is so interesting, and some people have lost their souls while still alive. Some people are still pulled out and reviled even after they die.
The Master Fang in front of him was naturally the former, and Wu Tianli, who committed suicide out of fear of being punished after being exposed by Master Fang, was naturally the latter.
"Mr. An, in accordance with your request from Dongdao, I asked Wu Tianli to commit suicide on his 80th birthday, and also announced the list of victims to the world in the name of Zijin Temple.
I have done a lot, and now all the forces in the world can't help but have conflicts when they meet the disciples of Zijin Temple. Even my former friends stay away from me like a god of plague when they see me now.
How else can you let my grandson go? "
Seeing Master Fang crying, An Xin winked at Yin Ren. Yin Ren immediately understood and closed the door of the inn after checking that no one was outside.
An Xin helped Master Fang up, shook his head and said:
"Mr. Ziwen, what are you doing? Get up! If others saw it, they would think that I, a junior, was bullying you."
Master Fang was helped up by An Xin, but he was still listless. This period of time really gave him a headache. On the surface, he was called a hero by the people at the bottom of the world. But in private, a lot of forces ridiculed him. Only you know whether you feel uncomfortable or not.
"Mr. An, tell me how you can let my grandson go. Even if it costs me my life."
"Look at what you said. You are also the head of a big sect. What right do I, a disciple of Dongdao, have to decide the life and death of others? You have to go to Dongdao to talk to my senior brother."
"Mr. An, please don't tell me secret words. If I step into Dongdao's territory, I am afraid that everyone in Zijin Temple and my grandson will disappear from the world. You Dongdao should not want to have any contact with Zijin Temple now. "
"I don't really think about it. After all, you are a plague god now, and whoever touches you will be unlucky."
"It's really ridiculous. You didn't force me to be like this now. I don't want my reputation or my life. I don't even want Zijin Temple. I just want my grandson to live well. Can't you all agree to this request?"
The more Master Fang talks about it, the more crazy he becomes. In fact, no one has experienced his suffering, and who knows her sorrow? She drove her daughter crazy with her own hands, killed her son-in-law's family, and made her grandson hate her. In his whole life, he had no extravagant wishes. He just wanted to save his grandson's life.
"Actually, it's not impossible to redeem your grandson, but the cost is a bit high."
An Xin couldn't bear the old man's crying and decided to give him a happy ending.
"How to say?"
"Cooperate with the Northwest First Palace in the name of Zijin Temple."
"What do you want to do?"
The old man looked at An Xin in horror. He was not stupid and had lived for so many years. He had seen a lot of conspiracies and intrigues. He could naturally guess some of An Xin's thoughts, but he never thought that this young man who was not yet in his 20s would behave in such a vicious way. The method used to start the war between Jianghu and Jianghu.
In fact, if you think about it, the young man in front of you, who is already the most powerful man in the world, just used a fake token to completely wipe out the luck of the royal family. Without this ruthlessness, how could he have achieved what he has now?
"Have you thought about it? My time is limited."
An Xin looked at Master Fang's hesitation and asked impatiently.
"Then how can you guarantee my grandson's life?"
"Since I want Zijin Temple to cooperate with the First Palace in the Northwest, I naturally plan to bring your Zijin Temple and the First Palace in the Northwest to collude with the Weihai Demon Sect. Your grandson has become the one who reported the collusion between Zijin Temple and the First Palace in the Northwest. Teach the most beneficial witnesses. We Dongdao will not be so stupid as to kill the witnesses."
"You~"
The old man wanted to say a few words, but just as he raised his finger to point at An Xin, he sighed again, put down his arm and said helplessly:
"I hope Mr. An will keep his word."
......
The old man left the inn and slowly disappeared from everyone's sight in the setting sun.
Qiu Sheng had just come out of the back hall from practicing martial arts. He looked at the old man's back and said doubtfully:
"Hey, this old man's back looks a bit familiar. He looks a bit like Mr. Master Fang, the master of Ziwen Dao who wanted to accept me as his apprentice when the boss first took over the inn.
"Do you still remember him?"
An Xin looked at Qiu Sheng and asked with a smile.
"Of course I remember that he is a very good person and knows how to be grateful. Although boss, you once said that he wanted to harm me, but I think he is still a good person. At least for me who did not have martial arts at the time, he was right to teach me martial arts. Even if the teaching method is wrong.”
"You'd better be more discerning. Forget about how he wanted to use a token to force a low-level Jianghu person to death. Don't forget that you are the one who wants to succeed the head of Kunlun. Trust others elsewhere."
An Xin shook his head and sat back on the table helplessly, and said to Yin Ren:
"Go prepare the ingredients and welcome the evening guests."
Two guests came to the inn in the evening. One of them knew An Xin. To be precise, everyone in the inn knew each other. That's right, he was talking about Tianshanmen's eldest brother Dugu Sheng. At this time, Dugu Sheng was still dressed in red, but his face no longer had the expression of "keep away from strangers", and only had the vicissitudes of time.
The other person, whom An Xin did not recognize, was dressed in white. Judging from the fluctuations in his internal energy, he came from the same school as Dugu Sheng. However, the cold look on his face reminded him of Dugu Sheng, who had not yet been attacked by An Xin.
