"Luo Cheng? Could this person be the eldest disciple of the Shujian Zhuang? "
"Rumor has it that this person met with misfortune when he traveled far away, and there has been no news of him in recent years. Why would he suddenly appear today?"
"Disappearing for several years, he didn't appear earlier or later, but at the time of the ceremony, and he even brought a few helpers with him. He doesn't come with good intentions."
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As Linghu Qiu revealed the name of the curly-bearded man, the people in the hall immediately began to talk at once. Wang Yan, who was in the hall, heard everything clearly, and immediately had some understanding of the curly-bearded man's identity.
Linghu Qiu founded the Shujian Zhuang in his middle age, and it had only been a short twenty years since he established his own sect. During these years, he had accepted four disciples, and the eldest disciple was called Luo Cheng. However, this person had left for a long journey seven years ago, and there had been no news of him since. It was rumored that this person had met with misfortune in the Northern Victory Region, and not even his bones could be found.
"Eldest Senior Brother, is it really you?"
A person rushed out from the seats on the right side of the hall, heading straight for the curly-bearded man. It was the middle-aged man who had been injured by Wang Yan in front of the mountain gate the day before. This person was called Third Senior Brother by the other Shujian Zhuang disciples, and he was Linghu Qiu's third disciple, Mo Yunyuan.
"Third Brother, it's been seven years, how have you been?"
The curly-bearded man looked at Mo Yunyuan, who had walked up to him, and his tiger-like eyes glistened with tears, appearing to be very sincere. Seeing this, Mo Yunyuan immediately cried out with a sobbing tone, "Eldest Senior Brother, why have you only returned now? Second Brother and Fourth Brother are not here anymore. It would have been great if you had returned earlier, and we four brothers could have reunited. "
Mo Yunyuan was extremely emotional, and tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes. The reunion of fellow disciples after many years almost confirmed the identity of the curly-bearded man. Even Linghu Qiu stood up, trembling, and took a few steps forward. He pointed at the curly-bearded man and said, "Are you really Luo Cheng? Where have you been all this time? "
"Master."
The curly-bearded man bowed deeply to Linghu Qiu, then straightened up and said, "When I traveled to the Northern Victory Province, I was indeed in danger of being killed. I didn't expect to be saved by a senior when I was on the verge of death. It's just that the senior was already old. In order to repay the kindness of saving my life, I stayed by his side and took care of him. When the senior passed away, I observed filial piety before returning to the sect."
Luo Cheng's words were impeccable and perfectly explained why he had disappeared all these years. However, Wang Yan sneered coldly in his heart. How could there be such a coincidence in this world? This person didn't appear earlier or later, he just had to appear on the day of the wedding ceremony?
Wang Yan was not the only one who understood the situation. Young Master Three, Gao Siyan, stood up and said, "If that's the case? Why did you need to invite so many helpers to return to the sect? You should know that the Shujian Zhuang is a place that raised you, not a dragon's pool or a tiger's den! "
Faced with Gao Siyan's questioning, Luo Cheng only said indifferently, "These are all good friends I've made in the Northern Victory Province all these years. This time, I'm returning to the sect. They're just following me to travel around. What's there to be surprised about?"
"Since they're your good friends, why are they all hiding and not daring to show their true faces?"
Hen Tiandao stood up with a whoosh, his hair and beard standing on end as he shouted. That was the truth. There were seven other people behind Luo Cheng, but these seven people were either wearing bamboo hats or veils. Two of them even wore iron masks. None of them showed their true faces, which was naturally strange.
Faced with Hen Tiandao's question, Luo Cheng had yet to answer. A man with a black veil on his face took two steps forward and sneered, "This South Yue Province is really strange. They even want to forcefully control other people's clothing. We're all people of the jianghu. If you're so condescending, why don't you personally remove my veil?"
"How dare you!"
When Hen Tiandao heard this, he immediately shouted. However, Luo Cheng took a step forward and stood between the two of them, saying, "Please calm down, the two of you. I, Luo Cheng, have returned this time for official business."
As he spoke, Luo Cheng looked at Linghu Qiu and said, "Master, back then, you betrothed Junior Sister to me in front of all the senior and junior brothers. Is this true?"
As soon as Luo Cheng finished speaking, Mo Yunyuan immediately said, "Master did betroth Junior Sister to Eldest Senior Brother. I can testify to this."
When these words were spoken, the hall was in an uproar. Only now did everyone understand what Luo Cheng meant by his words. Since he was betrothed to the Second Young Miss, as a man, it was naturally impossible for him to watch the Second Young Miss marry someone else. Linghu Qiu seemed to have not expected Luo Cheng to say these words. His expression immediately changed. Hen Tiandao, Gao Siyan, and the others all looked at him. Clearly, not many people knew about this matter. This could be said to be full of twists and turns.
Linghu Qiu was silent, not knowing how to respond. However, Luo Cheng said again, "A master for a day is a father for a lifetime. If Master wants Junior Sister to marry this person today, disciple naturally has nothing to say and can only obey Master's orders. However, there are two great enmities in this world that must be settled. 'The hatred of killing one's father, the hatred of stealing one's wife'. I, Luo Cheng, will quietly wait for this person and Junior Sister to finish the ceremony. Once the ceremony is completed, I, Luo Cheng, swear to kill this person to resolve the hatred in my heart! "
As Luo Cheng spoke, he pointed at Wang Yan, his eyes filled with hatred.
"Huang … Tang."
Linghu Qiu finally responded, but the two words that came out of his mouth were said weakly. The people of Jianghu always spoke of gratitude and enmity. A man's wife was stolen, and no one could blame him for seeking revenge to resolve his hatred. Therefore, it was difficult for Linghu Qiu to reprimand Luo Cheng. Everyone in the hall was also silent. Even Hen Tiandao could not say anything.
As a result, the focus of the entire hall was naturally on Wang Yan. Everyone was looking at Wang Yan. Not far away, Xia He could not help but break out in a cold sweat. With his current eyesight, he could naturally see that this Luo Cheng was an expert at the Nurturing Embryo Stage. He swore to kill Wang Yan in the name of "stealing his wife", but he escaped the name of bullying the weak. Even if this person wanted to kill Wang Yan in public, no one would be able to interfere.
"How did this situation turn out to be like this?"
Xia He sighed inwardly. Only now did he know how treacherous the matter of the Shujian Zhuang was. More importantly, this Luo Cheng wanted to kill Wang Yan as an excuse to provoke the war that would follow. Wang Yan had actually become cannon fodder and stepped into the killing trap.
Wang Yan, who had been silently watching the situation, knew that he could no longer remain silent. Since things had come to this, he naturally knew his situation and understood that he had no other choice. This was because he was now a disciple from a famous sect in the Aojian Villa and not a nobody. If he flinched under such a situation, not only would his reputation be disgraced, even the sect behind him would be ridiculed. If this matter were to be spread back to the sect, Wang Yan felt that he would probably be expelled from the Aojian Villa.
Wang Yan raised his head and looked straight at Luo Cheng. Facing the hatred in this person's eyes, he did not have the slightest fear. Instead, as his heart surged, he felt a ball of fire ignite in his heart. Gradually, the boiling fighting spirit filled his body.
"Senior Jin, give me the sword!"
Wang Yan shouted loudly. The others did not know what he meant, but Hen Tiandao immediately understood. His eyes could not help but flash with admiration. At the same time, he took the iron box that was placed beside him, opened the lid with one hand, and patted the iron box with the other.
Buzz …
With a trembling sound, a sword light rushed out of the iron box and headed straight for Wang Yan. Wang Yan raised his right hand and caught the famous sword Falling Sand in the air. Then, he held the sword with one hand and touched the body of the sword with the other. With a voice as soft as a mosquito, he murmured, "After searching for so long, the famous sword is finally in my hands. Even if the killing tribulation is upon me, so what? I will slash it with one sword!"
Before his voice died away, Wang Yan shook the sword in his hand and pointed Falling Sand in front of him, causing the sound of the sword to soar into the sky. Following that, Wang Yan shouted and tapped his feet lightly. His entire body seemed to have turned into a sword light and slashed towards Luo Cheng.
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