Listening to the Shouhou talking about the battle between Feishemen and the other five sects in Nanjing Village, Zhou Fan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Does the official ignore it?"

The thin monkey shook his head and said, "As long as it does not harm ordinary people, the officials rarely pay attention to the struggles between our sects. Of course, there are no dead people under the premise. Feishe Sect only defeated us and humiliated us."

Zhou Fan was silent for a moment and said, "How powerful is the Feishe Sect? It can force you five sects to have no choice."

"Fei Snake Master Feng Batian is the Qi Ji section. The five disciples under his command are all blood-changing sections, and each sect and one blood-changing section is the only Master in Baihong Pavilion. Moreover, my Master is old, so he was injured by Feng Batian." The thin monkey said helplessly.

It is difficult to win the Qi Ji section in the blood exchange section.

Zhou Fan was a little surprised. There were five blood-transforming warriors in one Feishe Gate, and the sect leader was even more Qi Ji. This Gaoxiang City was really a crouching tiger, Hidden dragon.

It’s no wonder that the five sects in Nanjing Village will lose to Feishe Sect.

Zhou Fan thought for a while and said, "Skinny Monkey, then be careful and don't be impulsive. If you have any questions, let your uncles come forward to deal with it."

Zhou Fan did not intend to interfere in this matter because he was just a new arrival. The Feishemen dared to do the Raptor crossing the river and suppressed the five local snakes in the Baihong Pavilion. It was definitely not easy.

The five sects of Baihong Pavilion have been operating in Gaoxiang City for many years and will not have any connections, but they are still abused so badly. There may be some major forces behind the Feishe Gate. The water here is too deep, so you won’t go there if you can.

Besides, the battles between these sects are very restrained and will not kill anyone. The worst outcome of the five sects in the Baihong Pavilion of Nanjing Village is nothing more than bowing their heads or forcing them to move out of Nanjing Village.

As long as this matter does not affect Shouhou, the situation of the Baihong Pavilion has nothing to do with him, Zhou Fan is too lazy to pay attention to it. If the Baihong Pavilion unfortunately goes bankrupt, then let Shouhou retreat.

"Afan, I understand, Master said so too." The skinny monkey nodded.

During the chat just now, the thin monkey already knew that Afan had reached the Qi Ji section, but he did not ask Afan for help, because this was a matter between the sects, and even if Afan wanted to intervene, he would strongly object.

He had a sense of belonging to the Baihong Pavilion, but he didn't want to drag Afan down.

The two of them did not talk about this topic again, but talked about other things.

...

As one of the five sects in Nanjing Village, the Baihong Pavilion is not small, with four courtyards. The first courtyard has a martial arts training ground and a living room. The second courtyard is for some disciples who are far away from home. The third courtyard belongs to the four personal disciples of the owner Zhao Yang.

The fourth entrance to the courtyard is the residence of Zhao Yang, the owner of the Baihong Pavilion.

Wang Zilin walked slowly into a wing room. In the wing room, Zhao Yang's wife, children, and second disciple Ao Feng were all there.

Zhao Yang was lying on the bed with a pale face.

Zhao Yang was almost sixty years old. He turned his head to see Wang Zilin coming, and forced a smile and said, "There is nothing big outside, right?"

Zhao Yang's smile was filled with a hint of worry. He was afraid that the people from Feishemen would come to find trouble for Baihong Pavilion again. He was injured. As long as any blood-changing warrior came to Feishemen, no one in Baihong Pavilion would be his opponent.

"It's okay, I'm a false alarm. It's a friend of the skinny monkey." Wang Zilin shook his head and said.

"It's the friend of the thin monkey..." Zhao Yang did not ask much, but asked his wife and children to go out.

After his wife and children left the room, Zhao Yang looked at Wang Zilin and Ao Feng. He felt a little sad, but he didn't expect to get to this point.

When Wang Zilin and Ao Feng saw Zhao Yang like this, they felt a little heavy.

Ao Feng comforted, "Master, don't think too much, take good care of your injuries. I and my brothers and I are here in the museum, so there will be no trouble."

Wang Zilin also said similar words to comfort him.

Zhao Yang shook his head and said, "Don't say it, listen to me."

Wang Zilin and Ao Feng kept silent.

"I've decided. If it really doesn't work, then just stop..." Zhao Yang's lips trembled and continued, "Then sell the house, let's leave here and move to other villages."

His words were actually equivalent to admitting defeat to Feishemen. For a warrior, it was undoubtedly a huge humiliation.

"Master." Ao Feng knelt down, his eyes slightly red, "The Baihong Pavilion was founded by the Grand Master. It has been passed down here for so long, how can you sell it if you say it?"

"It's Feishemen who bully people too much. If you don't be their dog, you have to move. Where is the reason in the world? I'll go to them to have a life-and-death battle, and I can't let them ruin the hard work of Master Tai and Master."

"Shut up!" Zhao Yang's face became serious: "Ao Feng, don't do such stupid things."

He knew very well what the battle of life and death in Ao Feng's words meant, that is, he had to use his own life to make things worse, thus attracting the attention of the officials, making Feishemen no longer dare to act like this.

This is of course useful, but it is not worth it.

"I would rather close the White Rainbow Pavilion than have any of you!" Zhao Yang said in a deep voice: "Besides, it's just moving away. If we move to another place, we can start over again. Your Grand Master was alone back then, and the situation was even more difficult than us."

"He can do it, what can't we do if so many of us?"

Ao Feng lowered his head and was silent. He had a desperate ambition in his heart, because it was not easy to move out of Nanjing Village, let alone whether Feishemen would really let them move.

Even if they were asked to move, where could they move?

There are eighteen affiliated villages in Gaoxiang City, and there are many sects in each village, all of which have clear division of territory. How could it be so easy for a sect to enter other people's territory?

If you want to come in, you have to use your own fists to hit it, just like the Feishemen Gate.

With the strength of Feishe Sect, if the five sects only want to gain a foothold in Nanjing Village, of course, the five sects will accept it, but it wants to monopolize Nanjing Village. This is why the five sects cannot accept it.

With the current situation of Baihong Pavilion, it is very difficult to gain a foothold in any of the seventeen villages.

Instead of doing this, it would be better to use his own death to exchange for stability in the sect. Ao Feng thought more and more firmly that he was an orphan and raised by his master since he was a child. Even if this life was returned to his master.

The master and apprentice have been with him for many years, and Zhao Yang knows this disciple very well. He looked at Ao Feng who bowed his head and said calmly: "If you really go to die, the White Rainbow Pavilion will have no hope. After you die, what will the people outside say to your master?"

"They will say that your master will let his disciple die for the sake of the Baihong Pavilion and the foundation of the sect!" Zhao Yang's voice became stern.
Chapter completed!