The Blood Knife Patriarch cursed: "You Zhao family are only good at playing tricks. A few days ago, I let you use your words to deceive me. Don't even think about deceiving me today. Let that kid out quickly, otherwise don't blame me for taking action!"
The old man with beautiful beard froze when he heard this and immediately frowned.
The Blood Knife Patriarch is a congenital master. No one in the Zhao family can defeat him except the third uncle. However, the third uncle is already ninety-five years old this year, and it is still unknown whether he can be a match for the Blood Knife Patriarch.
"Do we need to ask my aunt for help again? But she never cares about worldly affairs. And Jie'er is still hiding with her. If..."
The old man with beautiful beard is named Zhao Xuanyi. He is the current head of the Zhao family and also Zhao Yujie's biological father.
Just when Zhao Xuanyi was in a dilemma, an old figure, leaning on a jade crutch, staggered out from the back hall and appeared in front of everyone.
"Haha, I was wondering who could have made such a big noise. Turns out it's Chang Xuedao. No wonder!"
Chang Meng became much more cautious upon seeing the newcomer. Although he had somewhat subdued his arrogance, he still taunted him, "Old Zhao, you're not dead yet? But seeing how out of breath you are, it's doubtful whether you can draw your sword."
The old man smiled indifferently, patted his cane, and said, "Young Master Yu Jian died a long time ago, and now only old man Gu Guai is left. But I am tired of living anyway, do you want me to take you with me?"
Hearing this, Chang Meng couldn't help but shrink his eyes, sat up straight, and stared at Zhao Zhijing cautiously.
Although he was in his prime and the other party had already aged beyond recognition, no one dared to underestimate the life-and-death attack of a Xiantian Wuzong, even if he was so old that he only had one breath left.
"You old bastard, how dare you threaten me?" Chang Meng looked at Zhao Zhijing and suddenly said viciously.
"How could that be! I'm just afraid of being lonely on the road alone. I want to find someone I like to accompany me." Zhao Zhijing explained slowly.
At this moment, the old Taoist priest with a youthful face and white hair suddenly spoke.
"Mr. Zhao has misunderstood. Brother Chang actually means no harm. He simply saw that your Third Young Master is very talented and a good candidate for martial arts training. Intrigued by the prospect, he came to your house and offered to take him in as his disciple."
"Taking on a disciple? I'm afraid he's walking into a tiger's mouth!" Zhao Zhijing couldn't help but sneer in his heart, and at the same time he thought to himself: "Why are these two people staring at Yu Jie so hard? Could it be that the news that Yu Jie has spiritual roots has been leaked out?"
One's own family knows one's own affairs.
Even though he keeps talking about taking everyone to death, he actually can't do it.
Two years ago, he had already broken down and all his innate true energy was dissipated.
But as the saying goes, an old tiger can't be defeated!
Zhao Zhijing's face remained calm as he shook his head without hesitation, refusing, "We appreciate your kindness, but our Zhao family has a long and rich history. Our Floating Light Sword Technique and the Three Cloud Dragon Transformations are unrivaled in Ganzhou, and we don't need outsiders to teach our children and grandchildren."
After hearing this, the Blood Blade Ancestor laughed angrily and said, "Well, if you don't accept my toast, then I'll have to drink the wine! It seems I have no choice but to take action today."
Seeing that the conversation had reached a stalemate, the four elders of the Zhao family and the head of the family, Zhao Xuanyi, immediately stood up and blocked the other party's way, their expressions extremely serious.
The disciples of the Blood Knife Sect were not to be outdone. They quickly drew their swords and waited for the ancestor's order before destroying the Zhao family.
Seeing that a fight was inevitable, an old voice came from outside the door: "Who just said that they wanted to fight in my Zhao family?"
As he spoke, Zhao Sheng walked slowly into the reception hall holding the urn, followed closely by the coachman Zhao Er.
When the Blood Knife Patriarch saw that the man was an old man with a broken arm, he could not help but sneer, "Where did this old cripple come from? How dare you challenge me? My disciples, come on, kill me without mercy!"
"Yes, Ancestor!"
The Blood Knife disciples roared in agreement, knowing that their ancestor wanted to kill people to establish his authority.
Immediately, a group of red-robed disciples held up their long swords and rushed towards Zhao Sheng.
"Be careful!" The elders of the Zhao family shouted a warning and were about to help.
At this moment, Zhao Sheng glanced at the driver:
"Zhao Er!"
Before he could finish his words, the coachman Zhao Er suddenly fell into the crowd of people in blood-stained clothes, and saw green innate qi swords bursting out from his palms. None of the Blood Knife disciples could take this terrifying sword, and they were all beheaded and fell into a pool of blood.
"Innate Grandmaster?!"
"Blue Sea Tide Power?!"
Chang Meng and Zhao Xuanyi shouted almost at the same time.
At this moment, Blood Blade Patriarch Chang Meng felt as if he had just eaten a bitter melon, his mouth was extremely bitter, and he was shocked. "Who on earth is this person? How could a mere follower be a Xiantian Wuzong!"
Zhao Zhijing looked carefully at the old man with a broken arm a few steps away. He always felt that he was very familiar with him, as if he had seen him somewhere.
Zhao Sheng also looked back at him and couldn't help but sigh: "Third brother, I haven't seen you for so many years, you have grown old!"
"Ninth brother? You are the ninth brother Zhao Zhiqin? How is that possible!" Zhao Zhijing couldn't believe his eyes.
The ninth brother, Zhao Zhiqin, has been missing for fifty years.
He never thought that the two of them would meet again one day.
Zhao Sheng said with emotion: "Third brother, I am Zhao Zhiqin, I am really back."
After learning the identity of the visitor, Zhao Xuanyi was suddenly shocked, and a very complicated expression appeared on his face. "Is this the grandfather that Dad always talks about?"
The other four elders were shocked to hear that the newcomer actually claimed to be Zhao Zhiqin, the third innate master of the Zhao family.
Wasn't it rumored that he had died a long time ago?
Now, the elders of the Zhao family were completely confused and couldn't figure out the truth of the matter for a while.
"Old Nine, where have you been all these years? Why didn't you come back a few years earlier? They're all dead, all the elders and brothers are dead! Even the younger generations like Cheng Gong and Cheng Li are dead. Now I'm the only one left alive. Why didn't you come back earlier!"
At the end of his speech, Zhao Zhijing couldn't help but burst into tears, his face full of sadness and desolation.
Zhao Sheng was shocked all over. He just heard the name he least wanted to hear.
Chenggong?!
His eldest son had actually passed away. It turned out that he had finally chosen to return to the Zhao family.
There is no greater suffering in the world than this: the old send off the young.
However, what is even more painful is that when his son died, the father not only did not see him for the last time, but he did not even know when he would die.
Zhao Sheng is definitely not a qualified father.
He once personally sent his seven own children onto the carriage, and finally watched them drive away to the unknown distance.
At this moment, Zhao Sheng suddenly felt extremely bitter in his heart. He thought he was rational enough, but he was wrong!
At this moment, Blood Knife Patriarch suddenly stood up and said cautiously: "Well, well! I have something else to do, so I'll take my leave now."
Noisy!
Zhao Sheng's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Chang Meng, and a nameless anger suddenly arose in his heart.