Chapter 681: Courting Death

When Bai Lang shouted, he also made gestures to the Huashan junior brothers behind him. While those Songshan disciples' consciousness was taken away by Bai Lang, the disciples with more agile movements, led by Lu Dayou, immediately pulled Liu Zhengfeng's family members to one side and protected them behind them. And Yue Buqun coughed, "The Songshan disciples are also acting on orders, it's just that this occupied the Fengchan Terrace..." Old Yue spoke very righteously, but Bai Lang felt it sounded a bit sinister.

"Clearly, they want to rebel!" Bai Lang added from behind. Shi Dengda, who was opposite him, finally had a chance to speak, "No, no. Who, who wants to rebel?" This guy was incoherent when he met this situation, and Bai Lang looked at the Five Mountain Order Flag with jewels and treasures in his hand. Shi Dengda looked in the direction of his gaze and was also panicked.

He was in a hurry and originally wanted to tear the order flag, but he immediately remembered that this was the order flag for the Songshan Sect to prove that they were the alliance leader of the Five Mountains, so it couldn't be torn. So he could only hide it in his arms, which was "covering his ears and stealing the bell." Looking at Bai Lang's smiling expression, this Shi Dengda was sweating like rain. Bai Lang didn't continue to make things difficult for him, such as imperial edicts...

Bai Lang turned to Liu Zhengfeng, "Third Master Liu, why don't you continue the golden basin hand-washing?" To be honest, Bai Lang had no interest in the whole activity. As far as he could see, Old Yue was about the same. Once the level was high, it was like this.

Just when Liu Zhengfeng reached out again, silver light flashed, and a tiny hidden weapon broke through the air. Liu Zhengfeng retreated two steps, only hearing a *ding* sound, and the hidden weapon hit the edge of the golden basin. The golden basin tilted and fell to the ground, *clanging* with a sound. The basin turned over, the bottom facing the sky, and the full basin of water splashed on the ground. At the same time, a yellow shadow flickered, and a person jumped down from the roof, kicking the bottom of the golden basin with his right foot. A golden basin immediately became a flat piece. This person was in his forties, medium build, unusually thin, with two mouse whiskers on his upper lip, and said with a bow: "Senior Brother Liu, acting on the alliance leader's order, you are not allowed to wash your hands in the golden basin."

Bai Lang immediately laughed, "Fei Bin, are you deaf? Oh, it seems you are not deaf, but the Songshan Sect really wants to rebel! Come on, let's take him down and send him to the official, accusing them of plotting to rebel! I don't believe that I, a provincial graduate, can't kill you, a thin Fei!" With the status of Bai Lang and Yue Buqun at this moment, they could also go to the local government office to "hit the autumn wind." Handing over a card to accuse the outsider Songshan Sect disciples of plotting to rebel, plus the testimony of the local powerful Jiansheng Third Master Liu, Fei Bin probably wouldn't be able to come out without peeling off a dozen layers of skin.

If this matter was settled, the entire Songshan Sect might be taken by the local government or even the Brocade Guards. However, in the Ming Dynasty, this kind of situation might not necessarily lead to beheading, and it was mostly a three-thousand-mile exile.

Fei Bin hesitated when he saw Bai Lang and Yue Buqun. He wasn't that he didn't hear the previous words, but the problem was that executing the order of the sect leader senior brother in front of these two provincial graduates was really troublesome. He had already reached the limit by doing the thing of knocking over the golden basin. After thinking about it, he could only grit his teeth and pretend he didn't see Bai Lang and didn't hear Bai Lang's words. At this time, the two Taibao of Songshan, "Tuo Ta Shou" Ding Mian, and "Xian He Shou" Lu Bai, who sat in the third chair of the Songshan Sect, also appeared.

"Three hairy thieves." Bai Lang snorted coldly, completely without the respect of "this is the junior uncle of the Five Mountain Sword Sects."

The three people also pretended not to hear, "Senior Brother Liu, today's matter. Alliance Leader Zuo has ordered us to find out if there is any collusion between Senior Brother Liu and the Demon Cult Leader Dongfang Bubai? What conspiracy have you set up to deal with our Five Mountain Sword Sects and the righteous fellow practitioners in the martial arts world?" Bai Lang, of course, knew that Liu Zhengfeng colluded with Qu Yang, a Demon Cult elder.

That kind of talk about "musical love and becoming a confidant" could only be used to deceive ghosts. This was a matter of stance. Even if Liu Zhengfeng said it to the sky, he couldn't argue it. And Bai Lang felt that the friendship between these two old men was a bit unwatchable. Both were typical examples of living to be a dog at such an old age.

It was not impossible to make friends with bandits, but it was purely stupid to let people know and even express it like Linghu Chong and Liu Zhengfeng. The issue of stance was irreconcilable. If it was really settled, Bai Lang couldn't say anything more. The Songshan Sect could completely argue it as a "martial arts society feud" rather than "gathering to rebel." Bai Lang was ultimately just a provincial graduate, not a county magistrate, prefect, or provincial administration commissioner.

Sure enough, as soon as this word came out, the crowd was shocked, and many people exclaimed. The Demon Cult and the heroes of the white path were incompatible, and the two sides had been enemies for over a hundred years, fighting endlessly, with both victories and defeats. The crowd heard Fei Bin accusing Liu Zhengfeng of colluding with the Demon Cult. This matter was indeed related to everyone's life and death, so the sympathy for Liu Zhengfeng disappeared immediately.

Liu Zhengfeng naturally defended himself first, saying he had never known Dongfang Bubai, and Lu Bai sneered, "Senior Brother Liu, I'm afraid this is not entirely true. There is a Dharma-protecting elder in the Demon Cult named Qu Yang. I wonder if Senior Brother Liu knows him?" Alright, this Liu Jiansheng was biased and seemed like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old child. Hearing the mention of "Qu Yang," he immediately changed color, his lips closed tightly, and he didn't answer.

Bai Lang also looked at this old man and shook his head slightly. During this time, he and Yue Buqun looked at each other, and both had a thought: "Is this old man's age really lived to be a dog? This kind of city government..." The normal situation should be to deny it, and ask to take the thief and take the stolen goods. If it were a normal scholar, even if he was caught with the stolen goods, he would have to be stubborn and turn black into white.

Anyway, he just couldn't admit it. That fat man Ding Mian had never said a word since he entered the hall. At this time, he suddenly asked sharply: "Do you know Qu Yang?" Afterward, this Liu Jiansheng actually admitted it. Bai Lang also looked at him sideways. With this level, he dared to make friends with bandits? Liu Zhengfeng nodded and said, "Not bad! Qu Yang, Brother Qu, not only do I know him, but he is the only confidant and best friend in my life."

Bai Lang also opened his eyes wide. He could be considered to have seen the middle-aged version of Linghu Chong. The crowd was in an uproar, only Yue Buqun and Bai Lang were calm and composed. Both of them had mastered the "cultivation of qi" and didn't change their faces. It was indeed the style of a scholar seed. Liu Zhengfeng's words made Bai Lang know that this person's butt was already gone. The issue of stance made this idiot dead.

So, very naturally, Ding Mian put forward two paths given by Zuo Lengchan—one was for Liu Zhengfeng to admit his mistake and kill Qu Yang within a month, then everyone would treat it as if nothing happened, and Liu Zhengfeng could also confirm his stance; the other path was originally for the whole family to die, but now it seemed it wouldn't work, so he could only settle for the second best: Liu Zhengfeng himself would die, which could be considered worthy of his stance.

However, this Third Master Liu's brain was not clear. He was still entangled, saying for a while that he and Qu Yang were friends through music, and from the music, he could hear that Qu Yang was also a person of light and moon, and sighed at the current portal prejudice, saying that he retreated three feet and was not willing to fight with the white path people like the Five Mountain Sword Sects.

Whether it was Bai Lang or Yue Buqun, they could only sneer at such words. Liu Zhengfeng was naive to this point, if he didn't die, who would?