Chapter 66 The storm is rising
Dawang Mountain, ruins.

The scorched earth was cracked, the blood was dried, the wooden remains of the buildings were scattered all over the ground, the smell of resentment and the stench of corpses were endless, seeping into every inch of the rotten soil, making it look like a devil's cave on earth.

Several figures came from afar, all of them were skinny old men, standing on the plank road above the valley, looking at the Shura Field down the mountain, with different expressions on their faces.

“I didn’t expect that such a dramatic change would happen just because I arrived a little late.”

The old man in red shirt and walking stick said this. He looked at a charred corpse at the bottom of the valley and couldn't help but sigh: "The crazy monk also died here. Let me count. One, two, three, four."

The further he counted, the heavier his heart became. Those who died were undoubtedly the most powerful masters in the whole world, but they all died within one day and two nights.

"Old Ghost Cui and Old Demon Yu are both gone. Is this the work of the Trinity Sect?"

"What a headache."

The short old man on the left had a worried look on his face. Through the murderous aura left over from the battlefield, he could still feel the threat like a blade at his throat. The stronghold where he had gathered many of his disciples had been completely destroyed, and not a single person was left alive.

On the other side, the elegant and slender old man in white shirt lowered his eyes and looked over: "You two, all the clues are gone, and we can't contact Granny Liu either."

"What are your plans?"

The red-shirted old man turned away indifferently, showing no interest in the stinking cemetery. He said calmly, "You and I are on the same path. Now that things have come to this, how can we turn back?"

"Quan Xing has always been in chaos and disorder. Not to mention the encirclement and suppression by the righteous factions, even the disciples often kill each other. Those who died should just be regarded as their fate."

The short old man who was involved in the dispute looked unhappy and snorted coldly: "Isn't it Wu Gensheng who caused the trouble?"

"Now he has disappeared, and his sect has been implicated and is being suppressed by the righteous. I was supposed to be at home enjoying my retirement and the happiness of my family, but now I have to deal with this mess!"

"Okay, okay, old friend, don't get angry and hurt your liver." The old man in white shirt smiled faintly, put his right hand on his shoulder, and patted him several times.

"Old Demon Yu's previous message made it very clear that the other side will not stop until they are dead, and they are determined to get the bodies of Wu Gensheng and Li Muxuan."

"Not only that, they may not let other disciples go either."

"It just so happens that Brother Han's only son was killed. I think it's a good idea to go find him. The four of us old friends can get together and think of a way to handle this disaster."

Hearing this, the old man in red stopped and replied thoughtfully: "Okay, let's go to the gambling house first, borrow Han Laogui's channels, contact disciples from all over the place, and get ready."

"What about Granny Liu?"

The short old man frowned. He had dealt with this vicious old woman before. Even if they had a grudge against each other, he had to admit that the other party's strength was indeed unfathomable. If he could help her, perhaps things would be much smoother.

"she?"

"She's just a rat from southern Xinjiang. She came to the Central Plains just to eat her fill. How much can you expect from her?"

The red-shirted old man's words were sharp and harsh, revealing an indisputable fact that made the two men frown and remain silent.

In the evening, the setting sun was as red as blood, sinking to the horizon.

In the backyard of the gambling house, there are many rockery and next to the fish pond, an old man in Tang suit with a hunched back lies on a wooden chair, basking in the afterglow of the sunset.

"Plop! Plop!"

The servants fed the koi with bait, and dense groups of fish jumped up, causing waves on the sparkling water.

"Are they back?" Han Suxiao asked the shopkeeper beside him.

More than a day had passed since he gave the order. Logically speaking, those seven masters were enough to deal with a crippled Trinity Sect.

But no news came for a long time, which made him impatient and unhappy.

Shopkeeper Wang's heart trembled, and he clearly felt the anger, and bowed his head and said:

"No, Mr. Han, the young man and those seniors must have been delayed on the way. Maybe they will be back tomorrow?"

"never mind."

Han Suxiao held the pipe in his left hand, put it to his lips and took a deep breath, white mist came out from his mouth and nose, relaxing his body and mind, and said slowly:

"I guess they won't be back, Manager Wang. If you don't see them tomorrow, settle their accounts. Give the money to those who have families, and confiscate the money from those who don't." "Understood, Mr. Han, don't worry, I won't be careless about this matter." Manager Wang nodded in response.

At this moment, a hurried sound of footsteps came from behind, and the gambling house's thugs came to report: "Mr. Han, someone outside wants to see you, saying it's an old friend."

"What does it look like?" Han Suxiao smoked his pipe one puff after another, looking at the sunset glow, feeling exhausted.

"They are all old men. One of them is wearing a white gown and looks like a teacher."

Before the thugs finished their description, Han Suxiao instructed, "Let them in. Shopkeeper Wang, go prepare tea and snacks."

"Okay, please wait a moment." The shopkeeper and the thugs went forward to make arrangements.

After a while, three old men who came from Dawang Mountain were received by the thugs and welcomed into the backyard to meet the owner of the gambling house.

"Okay, old friend. I haven't seen you for many years, but you're still as cool as ever."

The old man in white waved and greeted Han Suxiao with a kind smile.

"I knew it was you guys, take a seat."

"Why are you coming to my place if you don't want to go to Dawang Mountain?"

Han Suxiao knocked on the mahogany round table beside him with his pipe and asked the old man in white to sit next to him.

"Dawang Mountain?" The short old man sneered at first, and then said frankly: "I just came back from there and brought you good news. Cui Laogui and the crazy monk are both dead."

Han Suxiao's eyes lit up after hearing these brief words, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

"They died well. They were lucky not to have their skin peeled off by me."

Then he asked, "How did he die?"

"It is likely that they are surrounded by the Trinity Sect, Longhu Mountain, Shangqing, and Wudang?"

The red-shirted old man picked up a cup of tea to moisten his throat and said calmly, "We have a long way to go and we are late."

"When we got there, there was no one alive. Everyone in the village was dead, including the people who helped Wu Gensheng get to the top."

"Really?" Han Suxiao raised his eyebrows, without much emotion, and commented sincerely: "Very good, this is rare good news for me, it may not come once in decades."

"Then what are you old men here for?"

At this point, the three elders simply got straight to the point:
"The bloody fight between Trinity and Quanxing will not stop until one of them is destroyed. The situation is serious. Do you want to come out and take charge of the situation?"

"Just the four of us?"

Han Suxiao's expression was moved and hesitant.

The attackers sent out have not returned yet, and Trinity is indeed difficult to deal with. Now that Quan Xing, this handy weapon, is at his doorstep, he doesn't mind taking advantage of the situation.

"Not only that, the disciples from all over the world are waiting for your response."

The short old man made his attitude clear: "It's a simple choice. If you are willing to come out, we can work together to tackle the tough problem of Trinity. If you don't have this plan, I will leave early to avoid the disaster."

Han Suxiao looked at the other two and asked in a low voice, "You too?"

"Yes, without the help of my old friend, I would be alone."

The old man in white held his forehead with his hand and smiled bitterly. Unlike the other three, not only were his words and actions polite and decent, but his conversation was also elegant and gentle.

At the invitation of several people, Han Suxiao put down his pipe, held the teacup and drank it all in one gulp.

He made a decision and said in a strong voice, "Okay."

"Thank you for your kindness, let's destroy it together."

(End of this chapter)