Chapter 68: A Humble Son, Dying and Decrepit (10/17 for the "Incrediblely Handsome" Alliance Leader)
"Do you really think that Ying Wuwu accepted you as an apprentice just because he had an affair with your mother when he was young?" said Yuan Suiyun with a smile.
All of Di Qinglin's disguises were broken by Yuan Suiyun's words.
He finally understood why Langya Pavilion had never taken him seriously.
Originally, he was very confident that he could be on the Langya master list, but he thought that the reason why he fell off the list was because he was too successful in disguise, and all Langya Pavilion was also hidden by himself.
But today's performance of Yuan Suiyun let Di Qinglin know that he was still very tender.
He didn't make the list for a very simple reason – he didn't qualify.
"When did you start noticing me?" Di Qinglin asked.
"Of course, since Ying Wuwu started to be your master, since he was defeated by me, Ying Wuwu has no love. If you can give him a glimmer of hope to surpass me, I certainly won't ignore it. "Originally with the clouds.
"Five years ago, he wasn't your opponent?" Di Qinglin was a little incredulous.
It has actually been a long time since Ying Wuwu disappeared from the rivers and lakes, but the former Ying Wuwu was just a retreat, and the current Ying Wuwu, as Tongyuan Suiyun said, is the real death of the heart.
Because this river and lake is no longer the one that let him come and go in the past.
Di Qinglin always knew that Ying Wuwu had suffered a huge setback at the hands of someone, which directly shattered his martial arts heart, but Ying Wuwu still didn't tell Di Qinglin who this person was.
Although the main purpose of cultivating Di Qinglin was to help him break this demon.
"Now you are not qualified to become the dragon head of the Blue Dragon Society, when will you bring the head of the person who should have nothing to see me, it means that you can really serve as the head of the Seven Dragons of the Blue Dragon Society. Yuan Suiyun said lightly.
"Bai Xiaosheng's strength can also rank third among the dragons. Di Qinglin was a little unconvinced.
The implication is naturally that Di Qinglin expressed his resentment at Yuan Suiyun for looking down on him.
He now knew that he was indeed not Yuan Suiyun's opponent, and he could not be compared to Ying Yue, who had already appeared on the Langya master list. But at least he thinks he is better than Bai Xiaosheng, no matter which aspect.
Yuan Suiyun's eyes were lonely and gloomy, and it was difficult to get useful information from his eyes, but Di Qinglin could see a touch of disdain and sarcasm from the corners of Yuan Suiyun's smiling mouth.
"Bai Xiaosheng is designated by the Great Dragon Head, and in a sense, he is the spokesperson of the Great Dragon Head. Although I don't like him, I can't lose face too much. It's just an ornament anyway. Who does it is not to do it. However, now that Langya Pavilion has declared war on the Blue Dragon Society, the Blue Dragon Society will no longer be as loose as before. If you are not qualified, you are not qualified, and I will strictly check it. The Blue Dragon Society will last for three hundred years, and it must not decline in my hands. Yuan Suiyun said firmly.
Yuan Suiyun said so, and Di Qinglin didn't say anything more.
He is not completely ignorant of the Blue Dragon Society, in the Blue Dragon Society, the Great Dragon Head is naturally the most noble, but he almost never participates in the affairs of the Blue Dragon Society.
Because he has more important things to do than the Blue Dragon Society, he simply doesn't have the time and energy to focus on the Blue Dragon Society.
For three hundred years. The person who really controls the Blue Dragon Society is the original family of Wuzheng Villa, and this generation is naturally Yuan Suiyun.
Yuan Suiyun maintained the necessary respect for the head of the dragon, but this did not mean that Yuan Suiyun did not have autonomy.
It is impossible for a person like Yuan Suiyun to follow the same path to another person.
In this world, there is no Zhu Yuanzhang and no Zhang Sanfeng. Yuan Suiyun is not the original Qinggu.
When Yuan Suiyun wants to insist on something, even if it is the head of the dragon. Nor will it fail to give face.
Because the original family has long been closely linked to the Blue Dragon Society, no matter what Yuan Suiyun does, he will not do anything that harms the interests of the Blue Dragon Society.
For the Great Dragon Head, this is enough.
The stronger the Green Dragon Society, the more cards he has in his hand.
"Bai Xiaosheng is the person of the big dragon head, so it can be explained. However, now the Blue Dragon Society has lost its three dragon heads. Invite Yue, you don't report hope, I don't think you are qualified enough, do you want to use your current lineup to fight against Langya Pavilion?" Di Qinglin asked.
"Langya Pavilion does not dare to start a full-scale war with the Blue Dragon Society, and if the two tigers fight, there will be an injury. The Langya Pavilion Lord would not do this kind of thing of killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred. When neither of us is sure that we will wipe out the other in one fell swoop, the battle between Langya Pavilion and the Blue Dragon Society will be temporarily controlled within an acceptable range for both sides. You only saw that the Green Dragon Society had lost three dragon heads, but how many people are there in the Langya Eight Swords, do you know?" Yuan Suiyun smiled faintly.
"Are you going to let Langya Pavilion break another sword?" Di Qinglin's eyes lit up.
Langya Eight Swords, Qinglong Seven Songs, except for special existences like Bai Xiaosheng, most of the rest are masters at the level of Langya Master List.
This kind of confrontation is also an extremely rare thing for Di Qinglin.
And the person who can fight against Langya Eight Swords can naturally only be an existence of the same level.
But this time, Di Qinglin was wrong.
Martial arts are not equal to everything, this river and lake has never been high in martial arts that can run rampant.
"I'm not sure how many swords there are in Langya Pavilion right now, but as long as I kill all the ones that are exposed. "It was light and light with the clouds, without the slightest evil spirit.
It's just that Di Qinglin shuddered, as for the woman who came with Di Qinglin, she was already stupid.
She was elated when she came, thinking that she was on the list of a gold owner, and she had no worries about food and clothing from then on. But at this point, no matter how stupid she is, she knows that she will not live past tomorrow.
Whether it was Di Qinglin or Yuan Suiyun, they would not allow a person who knew their secret to continue to live.
In fact, from the time Di Qinglin brought this woman to see Yuan Suiyun, this woman was already doomed to death.
Even if this woman gave him the most blissful pleasure of a man last night.
And Yuan Suiyun didn't drive this woman away, which means that he doesn't care about this woman's life or death at all.
Whether it is Di Qinglin or Yuan Suiyun, they are all real sons of the family, and they are all high-ranking people.
For them, women are the most indispensable creatures. It's just that Di Qinglin treats women as playthings and changes them at will. Yuan Suiyun treats women as air, and takes them out when they are useful.
Just like now, he has prepared a very useful woman for someone.
"Let's go, let's go witness the fall of a legend. Yuan Suiyun got up and walked out.
That person is entitled to let him go and give him a ride.
Di Qinglin followed behind Yuan Suiyun, and the woman beside Di Qinglin sat there forever.
And when Yuan Suiyun passed by an old storyteller, he put some broken silver in the bowl held by the girl.
"Old man, your storytelling is very good. Yuan Suiyun praised with a light smile.
A humble son, still as gentle as jade.
The old man held a dry pipe in his hand, looked at the silver money in the girl's bowl and smiled, and said politely: "The son is really generous." ”
Yuan Suiyun smiled politely again, and then left the restaurant with Di Qinglin.
Behind them, the smoke from the dry pipe in the old man's hand drifted for a long, long time, making the old man's face a little blurred in the smoke. (To be continued.) )