Chapter 212 The Identity of the Old Beggar

Hua Wudao dared to use the head of the item as a guarantee, which surprised everyone.

It is true that he is from Yunzong, but Huayuexing is from Luozong. Yun Tianluo founded the sect at the beginning, and gradually divided into the three major forces of Yunzong, Tianzong and Luozong. It is understandable that they belong to the same lineage. At most, they can talk with one another, but can it not be strange to vouch for their own life for a person who is close to each other?

Duanmusheng said:

"Elder Hua... What is your relationship with Hua Yuexing?"

Duanmusheng's expression seems to be saying, it's a coincidence, both of you are surnamed Hua.

Hua Wudao shook his head: "I have nothing to do with her... Please also ask the pavilion master to investigate!"

Lu Zhou Fushou said indifferently: "Elder Hua, what is your relationship with her, I don't want to ask. Hua Yuexing wants to enter the Demon Pavilion, you can... I will give her a chance."

Hua Wudao was overjoyed when he heard the words, and before he had time to say thank you, Lu Zhou's words changed and continued:

"If you win the head of any cultivator with three or more leaves from the famous sect that besieged Jinting Mountain in the past, you can enter the Magic Heaven Pavilion."

"..."

Hua Wudao was stunned.

"This this……"

His face was also a little ugly.

Duanmusheng snorted softly: "I knew you still had a different opinion... If you can't even do this, what are you talking about joining the Motian Pavilion."

This condition of the master made the disciples very satisfied.

You said that your talent is very good, your cultivation will become very strong, and you will become a powerful help for Motian Pavilion, but you can't even kill an enemy, so what's the use of coming?

Motian Pavilion doesn't support idle meals.

Hua Wudao bowed and said: "Okay! Once you enter the Demon Pavilion, you will have this awareness!"

Lu Zhou waved his hand and motioned him to leave.

Hua Wudao left Motian Pavilion and headed down the mountain.

"Where is the eighth?" Lu Zhou asked.

"Junior Brother Eight is repairing the pavilion, I'll call him right now." Duanmusheng walked out.

Not long after, Duanmusheng took the old eight Zhu Hong into the Motian Pavilion.

Zhu Honggong honestly knelt down on the ground, raised his hands, and said sincerely: "My apprentice pays respect to Master, Master will live forever, and his happiness and longevity are boundless!"

"..."

This guy's face is not ordinary thick, this kind of flattery can also be photographed.

Lu Zhou's eyes fell on Zhu Honggong, and his tone was very calm: "Motian Pavilion, are you used to it?"

Zhu Honggong said quickly:

"Master, this is my home, of course I'm used to it! There is no place more comfortable than Motian Pavilion! I live here... comfortable!"

"real?"

"Every sentence of the disciple is true... I dare not lie at all." Zhu Honggong said in a deliberately raised voice.

Duanmu was speechless.

Zhaoyue shook her head again and again.

Lu Zhou's voice still seemed calm, and he said, "How do you get along with everyone?"

Zhu Honggong was greatly surprised.

What happened to the master today? Such humiliation...

Zhu Honggong was not moved, only... awkward.

"Senior Brother Three, Senior Brother Four takes good care of me... Sister Five will chat with me when I'm okay, little... Little Junior Sister?" He looked around and found that there was no Little Junior Sister. Thinking of the fierce appearance of Little Junior Sister, he swallowed. He spit, "Little Junior Sister is gentle and lovely, everyone treats me like family."

"..."

To be able to say such hypocritical words with the cheek, I am afraid that the entire Motian Pavilion is only Zhu Honggong.

"How are you getting along with Lao Qi?" Lu Zhou asked again.

"Very good! Very good... Lao Qi has always taken good care of me... Lao, Lao Qi?" Zhu Honggong's expression changed, and he said, "Master has wronged me, and my disciple has nothing to do with Brother Qi!"

Zhu Hong shivered.

Luzhou said:

"Then tell me, how did Lao Qi know the whereabouts of Shi Shi?"

Zhu Honggong said with a mournful face: "Old Seven's eyeliner can be found in every corner of Dayan, he... of course he knows!"

"Then who do you think will be the eyeliner of Lao Qi in Motian Pavilion?"

"..."

Speaking of which.

Everything is clear.

In fact, when Luzhou arrived in Anyang, there were many clues.

First Yu Shangrong gave Xiao Yuan'er a gift, and then Yu Zhenghai gave a gift, and then the news of Jiang Aijian was basically confirmed that Si Wuya was behind the layout.

If there is no one to pass the message, how can he know all this?

When Ming Shiyin brought Zhu Honggong back, it was Si Wuya's instigation... a set-within-a-set routine, so Si Wuya dared to play like this.

"Okay, Eighth Junior Brother... So it's you?!" Duanmu Sheng went up and grabbed Zhu Honggong's collar.

Zhu Hong was all fat and not light in weight, but in Duanmusheng's hands, he was lifted up easily like a chicken.

"Master... Please listen to your disciple's explanation! Senior brother... Hurry up, let go!" Zhu Honggong said with a blushing face.

Duanmusheng looked at Luzhou and waited for his statement.

"As a teacher, I will listen to your explanation." Lu Zhou said.

Pfft!

Duanmu let loose his hands.

Zhu Hong fell to the ground.

But he didn't dare to complain, he quickly straightened his body, knelt down and faced Lu Zhou, and said, "Senior Brother Wu Ya... He tui, traitor!"

He took two breaths and continued: "He swore like me that he would never do anything against Motian Pavilion, and even said that he would help Motian Pavilion! That's why Tuercai deliberately revealed Master's whereabouts."

"You believe him when he said that?" Duanmusheng looked contemptuous.

It was quiet in the Motian Pavilion hall.

The atmosphere became more and more oppressive.

Zhu Honggong calmed down and said seriously: "Master... To be honest, when my apprentice was at Menghugang, Senior Seven was always taking care of My apprentice... Senior Seven likes to play tricks, but he did no harm. The same class. The first and second senior brothers admire him very much."

After speaking, Zhu Honggong did not dare to let out the air, but just lowered his head.

My heart kept shaking.

It's over.

Lightly expelled from the teacher's door, heavy is hemiplegia.

Luzhou was not in a hurry to punish Zhu Honggong...because what he said was indeed the truth.

These scoundrels, apart from Ye Tianxin colluding with the practitioners of the right way, did not do anything unfavorable to Motian Pavilion.

In the cultivation world, the world still treats these traitors and Motian Pavilion together, there is no difference.

but--

Although there is no death penalty, living sin is hard to forgive.

Such scoundrels must be disciplined strictly.

"Put him into the thinking hole... From now on, I will be punished fifty times a day. The cultivation base will be bound..."

"My disciple takes orders." Duanmusheng handed over.

Zhu Honggong kowtowed: "Teacher thanks Master for his kindness!"

Duanmusheng left the hall with Zhu Honggong.

[Ding, strictly discipline Zhu Hong, and get 200 merit points. 】

The training of the eighth is basically no longer a problem. The remaining three evildoers have to find a way to catch them.

Lu Zhou slowly got up.

It's time to study the Bifall Remnant.

"Master!" Xiao Yuan'er ran in from outside.

"What's the matter?" Lu Zhou wondered.

Xiao Yuan'er pointed at the beggar outside Motian Pavilion and said, "This old beggar would rather die than leave! Hua Yuexing is gone... He has to beg for a drink."

Zhaoyue wondered: "Little Junior Sister, Jinting Mountain is not a cat or a dog that can enter casually! Quickly, throw him out!"

"I lost it! But he walked in by himself!"

"Come in by yourself?" Zhao Yue said in surprise, her face full of disbelief.

"I think it's strange... I brought him up to meet the master!" Xiao Yuan'er said.

The barrier of Jinting Mountain is composed of a special formation.

Even the formations of the top ten famous sects and the right path cannot be compared with Jinting Mountain.

Will an old beggar walk in?

This kind of thing can't be sloppy.

Hearing this, Lu Zhou walked down the steps with his hands behind his back, and walked towards the outside of the Motian Pavilion.

Outside the Magic Heaven Pavilion.

The old beggar was lying on the bluestone floor, looking lazily at the sun in the sky, muttering from time to time: "Wine... This old man wants to drink..."

"It's him!" Xiao Yuan'er pointed at the beggar lying on the ground.

Lu Zhou came to a short distance and stopped.

His eyes fell on the old beggar—

Name: Pan Litian

Race: Human

Repair: abolish

——

Lu Zhou did not speak, but fell into thinking.

When Yun San went to Jingming Dao, he happened to be attacked by the Netherworld Sect.

Sect Master Mo Qi and Master You Yu Hong Yi were both hit hard. Before long, Jing Ming Dao might disappear from this world.

He has been curious, where is Pan Litian...

The most mysterious master of Jingming Dao, a powerhouse of the same era as Fan Xiuwen, disappeared overnight without a trace.

Unexpectedly, it will appear in Motian Pavilion.

The old beggar had been waiting for a long time, and urged: "Quick... Quick, the old man has been waiting for a long time for the wine..."

"Old man, believe it or not, I'll throw you out now?" Xiao Yuan'er raised her hand and grabbed Brahma Ling.

"Little girl, so fierce... not good, not good..."

Two bad voices made Xiao Yuaner grit her teeth.

About to do it.

Lu Zhou raised his hand and said, "Bring the wine."

"what?"

Xiaoyuaner and Zhaoyue didn't turn around a bit.

Master's attitude towards a strange old beggar is so good?

"I'm going here..."

Zhao Yue bowed slightly and went to the North Pavilion.

After a while, Zhao Yue returned with two female disciples holding two jars of wine.

"Wine, wine, wine..."

Pan Litian's nose was as sensitive as a dog's, and when the wine jar approached, he could smell the aroma of wine.

Zhao Yue placed the wine jar beside Pan Litian, and respectfully retreated behind Lu Zhou.

Pan Litian regained his energy and sat up straight...

Squinting, looking up, he asked, "You...you, you are the master of the Motian Pavilion?"

Lu Zhou didn't answer.

Instead, he pointed at the wine jar on the ground and said, "The wine of Motian Pavilion has been aged for a hundred years."

Pan Litian's eyes lit up.

Eyes wide open.

He picked up the wine jar, sniffed hard at the mouth of the jar, and praised: "Good wine! Really good wine."

"Want to drink?"

"Think, think... the old man thinks too much!"

"So good."

Lu Zhou approached Pan Litian and said, "Since you know this is Motian Pavilion, how dare you break in?"

Pan Litian opened the wine jar, drank a few sips, showed a satisfied expression, and said, "I know... the old man has a life, no, don't care..."

Bad life?

Luzhou didn't even expose him.

Instead, he said with great interest: "You don't have a cultivation base, how can you avoid the barrier?"

"The old man is also confused... The old man is just an ordinary beggar! How can he understand what barriers..." Pan Litian pretended to be deaf.

Lu Zhou sighed and shook his head and said, "The first master of Jingming Dao... I don't know if I should be happy that I have landed in such a field."