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Grand Uncle was unwilling to accept this outcome. His eyes were wide open as he stared at the night sky in a daze. However, he died with grievance.

The group of Raging Blade Sect disciples stood on the outer ring. Although they couldn't bear it, under the situation where strong enemies were surrounding them, no one went forward. The establishment of the Raging Blade Sect was entirely dependent on the strength of the Grand Uncle's victory. Once he fell, it was only natural that the monkeys would scatter.

Fern looked at her old adversary and felt sorry for him. He ordered his subordinates to bring the disciples of the Raging Blade Sect back to the Hundred Flowers Sect and then walked forward with his knees slightly bent, squatting beside the Grand Uncle's victory; he stretched out his palm and stroked his forehead to cover his eyes; then he picked up the huge blade in the other party's hand, as if hinting at something, and raised it high to his chest, breaking it in a single palm strike in front of everyone.

The corner of the Raging Blade Sect disciples' eyes twitched and their lips moved. As defeated opponents, they did not have the qualifications to say anything, but deep in their hearts, they already knew that from now on, Yu Lin Wu Lin no longer had the Raging Blade Sect.

Not long after, Zhangsun Li and Sun Man rushed back with the majority of the Hundred Blossom Sect disciples, followed by a group of unarmed Raging Blade Sect disciples. Sun Man found his unconscious son and shouted, calling for his fellow disciples to come and save him. Senior Sun Li walked up to Feng En and whispered, "Senior Brother, let Wenren force him to escape."

Feng En nodded, not reprimanding him. Wenren Chuchu was strong in martial arts, so it was normal that she could not stop him. In the end, it was all because of the weakness of her skills.

He led the group back to the Hundred Flowers Sect, and not long after, they caught up with the fruitless Madam Meng. Feng En was planning to order his subordinates to prepare a banquet so he could pay his respects to the other party. However, the other party merely glanced at Gu Ming's corpse and left without saying anything. Since he understood her personality, Feng En didn't take it to heart. Seeing that everyone was exhausted from a night of hard work, he let everyone rest first and arranged for the banquet to be held tomorrow night.

In one night, the Berserker Blade Sect was destroyed, and the Hundred School Flowers Sect's Leader, Gu Ming, was killed. This kind of earth-shattering news quickly spread throughout Wu Lin.

Logically speaking, it wouldn't be too much for the Hundred Flowers Sect to shake the earth and shake the mountains due to the loss of their Sect Leader. However, Feng En had sorted out everything in a neat and orderly manner, and the Hundred Flowers Sect continued to operate as usual. All sorts of opinions, such as the one raised by Feng En, floated to the whole city like snowflakes. Dream Red Tower used her power to release a public announcement to clarify this matter and to inform the public of the truth.

Everyone busied themselves busily, taking only a day to regroup and return to normal. The dangerous rivers and lakes were originally destined to be accompanied by survival and death, rise and fall, be it the Raging Blade Sect or the Ancient Nether Sect, they were fated to become a speck of dust that drifted away in the wind of time.

Jiang Shuo did not care about his work, and found out some details. It turned out that Gu Ming had descended from the sky and was extremely secretive about his whereabouts. Since his arrival, the number of people missing in Yulin City and its vicinity had increased. During the time of the great calamity, it was normal for him to disappear, but Feng En was still able to keenly sense the danger within. He had long suspected that Gu Ming had been struggling because he didn't have absolute confidence in defeating the enemy, so he chose to stay put. Who would have thought that Gu Ming would be so crazy that he would make a move against the disciples of the Dream Red Tower? This allowed Feng En, who had long planned for this, to find a way out and use this matter to eliminate him. Although Wenren Qiang was able to escape, the result of this battle was enough to satisfy everyone. When the public opinion spread, Wenren Qiang was destined to become a street rat that everyone wanted to beat, and he alone wouldn't be able to stir up any trouble.

The only flaw was that even with Feng En's previous investigation, they were still unable to find any clues regarding the people who were captured. Why they were captured, where they were sent to, and so on were all destined to become unsolvable mysteries.

Time flew by while they were busy working. The sun was setting and the clouds of fire were burning. The disciples of the Hundred Flowers Sect had wiped away their impatience during the day and had put on smiles because of Feng En's promise to celebrate.

Table after table of sumptuous dishes filled the inside and outside of the Hundred Flowers Sect. The aroma of wine and meat filled up half of the streets and alleys of Yulin City. Feng En even invited Dream Red Chamber. After all, the biggest credit belonged to them.

During the banquet, Feng En held up a cup of wine and raised it towards Liu Ruyan, "Miss Liu, this time around, to be able to expose the evil deeds of Gu Ming and Grand Uncle Sheng, Dream Red Chamber has made great contributions. I, Feng, representing the entire Hundred Flowers Sect, thank you. " After he finished speaking, he finished it in one gulp.

"You are too polite, I have to thank Hundred Flowers Sect for helping Meng Hong Lou find the killer." Liu Ruyan held the wine cup to her lips with her jade-like fingers and covered her mouth with her sleeve, trying to taste it.

"There are no outsiders today, so there's no need to be polite." Feng En waved his hand, he did not care about this, but faced everyone and invited them to eat and drink to their heart's content.

In the whole matter, Jiang Shuo contributed a lot, but the martial arts sect valued seniority and seniority. As a new disciple, he sat at the outermost position. Jiang Shuo did not care about this. Some of the disciples who were not from the Hundred Flowers Sect or the Dream Red Tower, such as Chen Han, were sitting beside him, which made him feel relaxed.

Sun Daoming sat across from Jiang Shuo, who was holding a glass of wine, but didn't drink it. His head was turned left and right as if he were looking for something, and he appeared absent-minded.

"Didn't he tell him that Yu Yuhan had already left? And yet, he continued to look for him. Could it be that he still suspects that his master is lying to him?" Seeing Sun Daoming's actions, Li Zi Cheng said coldly. Li Zicheng had been brooding over the fact that Sun Daoming had targeted Jiang Shuo time and time again. More than once, he had cursed his great-uncle for being too lenient, so why hadn't he killed Sun Daoming?

"Ignore him." Jiang Shuo advised Li Zicheng not to be angry.

Yesterday, when Liu Ruyan rushed to the secret location, Yu Han did not come with her. Jiang Shuo thought that it was because it was too dangerous there. After asking Feng En, he found out that Yu Han had rushed back to the capital overnight. He was curious about the urgency of the matter. Feng En said he didn't know, so Jiang Shuo had to give up.

"Young Master Jiang, Young Master Li, Chen Han thanks the both of you for saving my life." While the two were conversing in low voices, Chen Han suddenly got up from his seat, walking up to the two and kowtowing.

Li Zi Cheng was shocked, and quickly helped the man up, but to his surprise, Chen Han was extremely stubborn, dragging him down, and only then was he able to pull him up from the ground. During the early diagnosis and treatment of the plague, both sides had come into contact with each other. Chen Han had a straightforward character, and was a man of his nature. Li Zicheng shared his interests and hurriedly stepped forward to persuade him. While talking, Li Zi Cheng asked about the victims and how they were doing. Chen Han told him about it and Li Zi Cheng could not help but look worried. The newly appointed Zhixian County started to stock up on grain, but after the successive years of disaster, there were not many stocks. Zhixian County had to consider food for the residents of the city, so the victims who could not get food outside the city to starve to death had to do so every day.

Alas, our Yulin is still good. Although the amount of food for relief is small, there is at least one thought." I heard that in other nearby counties and cities, when the plague broke out and the city gates were sealed, they completely ignored the victims of the disaster. Many people rebelled, but those who are close to starvation don't have the strength to fight against the officials and masters. Chen Han shook his head and sighed.

Listening to his words, Li Zi Cheng's expression became extremely serious. He clenched his fists, and the friction of his skin against flesh caused an astringent sound. He was extremely angry, but most of it was hatred. He hated that he was powerless and could do nothing.

"The commoners only want a bite to eat. Is it really that hard?" Li Zi Cheng muttered indistinctly, he did not know who he was asking, but looking at the delicious food in front of him, he suddenly lost all of his appetite. In the end, he raised the glass to his face and drank. Seeing this, Chen Han knew that he was sincere in thinking for the sake of all the hardworking people. He wanted to persuade him, but he had no idea where to start, so he could only drink wine with him.

Everyone was drunk as if they wanted to escape from reality. Li Zicheng and Chen Han raised their glasses and drank merrily. Soon, they were all drunk. Jiang Shuo looked at the red-faced drunkard who was waving his willow in the wind, feeling sad. Lowering his head, he looked down at the "soup" that was exuding a strong flavor, swallowing his saliva eagerly.

"Heh, boy, this wine is a good thing. You must try it." With that, the old man raised his wine cup and drank it in one gulp. Then, he squinted his eyes and revealed an expression of enjoyment. With his status and position, he should have been seated on the highest seat, but he said that he wasn't satisfied with his drink and pushed himself to the side of Jiang Shuo.

Jiang Shuo, whose heart was already ready to start beating around the bush, lightly said some words of encouragement. Hearing this, he picked up the wine, looked around at the slightly tipsy crowd, and then closed his eyes, pouring it into his mouth. He prepared himself for the wonderful feeling, but the pungent and pungent taste invaded his taste buds. His throat felt as if it was burning with pain, causing him to cough violently. The majority of the wine in his cup spilled onto the ground.

"Hahaha …" The old man laughed, making Jiang Shuo feel like he was being fooled. Seeing that, the old man immediately coughed lightly to hide his schadenfreude. He then said, "It would be strange if you didn't feel bad drinking so quickly the first time you drank like this. "Come on, you learn from me to drink like this."

With that, the old man brought the wine cup to his mouth and took a sip. The wine inside did not decrease at all, only forming small ripples on the surface.

Jiang Shuo carefully observed every step, suppressing the strong resistance in his heart and tentatively trying again. He learned his lesson from last time and carefully touched it. A stream flowed down his tongue, down his throat, into his stomach, and warmth seeped into his limbs and bones. The lingering fragrance lingered in his mouth, giving him an indescribable feeling of comfort. This made him click his tongue in amazement. He inwardly wondered why the first time it was so spicy, was it really the same thing he drank from the beginning and the end?

"How is it? Am I right?" the old man asked with a smile.

"Bam …" Old man Ping, this wine is quite fragrant, but … "But why is my head a little dizzy …" Jiang Shuo's whole face was flushed red, his eyes lost focus, and his head was swaying unsteadily. He fell head first onto the wine table, producing a loud bang, and soon after he fell asleep, breathing heavily.