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Seeing that Li Qingyu was not only insolent, but also a little strange, the two guard disciples both brandished their Qi Mei Pole and attacked!

Li Qingyu's consciousness enveloped all of them, carefully experiencing their methods of luck. At the same time, he activated the inner Qi in his body, and also circulated it quickly!

Li Qingyu had long familiarized himself with the acupoints and meridians of the human body, and after a short while, he grasped the circulation method of the inner Qi in his body. At first, he would occasionally get hit by a rod, but later on, the two gatekeeping disciples were unable to even touch the corner of Li Qingyu's clothes!

But Li Qingyu frowned, he felt that the inner Qi of the two of them had a lot of flaws, the Qi in their bodies could not circulate their entire bodies!

It seems like these two fellows don't have good skills and don't fully grasp this method of luck!

Li Qingyu was too lazy to waste more time with them. Just when he was about to knock them down and teach them a lesson, an explosive shout came over: "Stop!"

The two guards immediately jumped to the side. Li Qingyu raised his head and saw a forty year old middle-aged man, with a robust physique, silk like eyebrows, leopard's eyes, and a little bit of fierceness on his face walk out from the door. Behind him, there were more than twenty men dressed in tight clothes.

"Where did this bumpkin come from, to dare behave so atrociously in my Double Eagles Sect? I think the place to kick Double Eagles Sect is still a little too inexperienced! " The middle aged man shot a cold glance at Sun Jianzhang and Li Qingyu, and shouted coldly.

"Nephew Tie Peng, could it be that you do not know your junior master?" Sun Jianzhang suddenly said.

The middle-aged man who spoke was none other than Double Eagles Sect's Young Clan Master Tie Peng. Actually, he recognized Sun Jianzhang the moment he stepped out of the door, but because of the past, he had always harbored hatred for Sun Jianzhang, so he intentionally pretended not to know Elder Sun and humiliated him.

Now that he heard Sun Jianzhang pointing out his identity, he said with a fake smile: "Yo, I was thinking about the crow's cry this morning! So it was Martial Uncle Sun who came to visit! "Martial Uncle Sun has always been a high and mighty person who only cares about court officials. He has never put us grass citizens in his eyes. What brings you here this time?"

Although Sun Jianzhang's words were filled with thorns, Sun Jianzhang's expression did not change, and said: "Nephew Tie Peng still hasn't forgotten the matters of the past? It's been a long time, and now you're fifteen years out of jail. Let him pass through what should be passed. Your father and I are martial brothers after all. We haven't seen each other for many years. I miss him a lot and I've come to visit. "

"Haha, Martial Uncle Sun, I'm afraid you aren't just here to see my father, right? He probably wouldn't visit the Three Treasures Hall unless it was something important, right? "If you have anything to say, say it, I'm listening." Tie Peng sized Sun Jianzhang up from head to toe, not concealing the arrogance on his face at all.

"This time, besides visiting your father, I have another request. Is your father at home? " Sun Jianzhang said.

"Hehe, I thought you would never beg anyone!" So there was actually a time to beg for help! Since the outside is not a place to talk, then please come in. " Tie Peng turned and strode through the door.

His subordinates all had good eyesight, upon discovering that Sun Jianzhang and Li Qingyu were not welcomed, they did not show any modesty and immediately followed Tie Peng into the courtyard.

Only Sun Jianzhang and Li Qingyu were left looking at each other outside of the gate, and the gazes of the two former gatekeepers were filled with disdain.

"Let's go." Sun Jianzhang smiled bitterly as he greeted his disciple and followed behind the crowd.

Who told them to come begging? It didn't matter if he was a little embarrassed.

Li Qingyu and his master followed behind Tie Peng and the others. After passing through a few doors, they arrived at a very spacious courtyard. In the center of the yard, there were more than a dozen disciples training. There were weapons and racks, swords, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, and forks. They looked very similar to each other.

In the southeast corner, there were several stone tables surrounded by a stone drum. On the stone table, there was a teapot and teacups.

Tie Peng didn't care about Li Qingyu and Sun Jianzhang, and casually sat on a stone drum. He grabbed the only teapot on the table, and gulped down a few times.

This guy casually grabbed a tea bowl that someone else used, poured a cup of tea and passed it to Sun Jianzhang. He gave a fake smile and said: "Senior Master, please drink this tea!"

Then, he said to the disciples that had been following behind him all this while: "Sit, all of you sit! After practicing for the entire morning, he felt rather tired. What was he doing standing here? Sit, sit! "

The group of disciples looked at each other and sat down.

"Oh, Martial Uncle, look. There are only these few seats. Why don't you stand for a moment?" Tie Peng said as he shook the muscles on his face.

Li Qingyu could not help but be furious, it was not because there were not enough seats, but because Tie Peng did not want them to! He even asked his master to drink the tea that he had drunk, using the tea bowls that others had used. He was deliberately making them feel awkward!

Li Qingyu wished that he could immediately throw the table, grab the stone drum and smash it onto Tie Peng's head! This bastard was too despicable!

But when he thought about how Piggy was still unconscious and had been lying on the sickbed for almost four weeks, he could not help but suppress the anger in his heart.

Li Qingyu cared a lot about his brothers, and he also cared about his own master! For the sake of his brother, for his master to be humiliated was even worse than killing him.

He took a step forward, wanting to argue with Tie Peng, but Sun Jianzhang patted his shoulder. Looking at Tie Peng, he calmly said, "Many thanks, nephew. If you are old, standing a little while longer is good for your body. "

"Haha, Uncle-Master is so open-minded." Oh right, Master just said that you have something to request of me? "Martial Uncle relied on his exceptional medical skills and has always had great connections. I really wonder what kind of request does Master have for me." Tie Peng laughed.

"Tie Peng, I'm not asking for your help. I'm asking for your father's help. Why didn't he come out to meet his? Could it be that you are still brooding over what happened back then? " Sun Jianzhang said.

"Martial Uncle, I don't like what you're saying." Back then, it was because you didn't help, but I stayed in prison for a whole 15 years! Fifteen years, how many years? The youth of others is full of birdsong and the fragrance of flowers, my youth is all the bad luck in prison! It's all thanks to you, my good martial uncle! " Tie Peng sneered.

Li Qingyu cursed in his heart: "Fuck you, you raped girl, causing others to die, and you still want others to help you get rid of your crimes? When others are not busy with you, you bear a grudge in your heart. What kind of bullsh * t luck was this? "In my opinion, back then, the punishment meted out by the judges was still too lenient. It's time for a scum like you to be dealt with!"

Tie Peng brought up what happened that year ruthlessly, and then said magnanimously, "Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore. Tell me about yourself. My father is not at home, so it's the same if you tell me anything. "

In the end, he passed a bound book to Tie Peng and said: "This is the original copy of the < Soul Restoring Needle >. Back then, your father had always wanted to learn this book, and learn from both martial arts and medicine from your ancestor, but your ancestor thought that if it was like this, your father's studies would be miscellaneous and unrefined. That was why he had always been forbidden from learning medicine, and even more so strictly prevented me from handing this book over to your father. The times had changed, and the society of today was no longer the society of the past. Now, I want to use this book to exchange for a look at your father's' Ten Thousand Arts Restoration mantra '.