Old man Kongxu responded to this matter, but his eyebrows were not spread out.

In the woodshed in Tianmen Road.

Lao Xuetou had just changed into a patched dress, which was cleaner than the mud-filled long gown he wore when he came back.

Shang Yu's incident just happened, and all the disciples from Tianmendao knew that the cause of this incident was because of Lao Xue.

Therefore, no one dares to have too much contact with Lao Xuetou, and Lao Xuetou knows nothing about what happened outside.

There was a bang.

The door of the woodshed was kicked open directly by brute force. Old Xue was shocked and looked at him in panic. He only saw He Qingyuan's arms wrapped around his chest, and two low-level disciples were following behind him.

When Lao Xue saw that the three of them were aggressive, he faintly felt some bad premonition in his heart. He subconsciously retreated and said in a trembling voice: "What are you... what are you doing?"

"Old Xue, don't you even know what you did?"

He Qingyuan asked coldly.

Old Xuetou looked confused. He was just an old man who cooked firewood in this Tianmen Dao. What could he do? Only other disciples have always bullied him!

"I...I don't know anything!"

Old Xue said, shook his head in panic.

"Okay! Then I will let you know now!" He Qingyuan said, and then gave a look at the two low-level disciples beside him.

The two lowly disciples nodded understandingly, then rolled up their sleeves and walked towards Lao Xue's head with their arms crossed.

Lao Xue was so scared that he trembled all over and took a panic, but the woodshed was already narrow and covered with firewood. After he only took two steps, he had no way to retreat.

"I...I know I'm wrong! You guys let me go!"

Old Xue bent his head and kneeled down to He Qingyuan. His voice was filled with crying, which was so pitiful that it was touching.

He said this just to avoid a beating, and as for what he did offend He Qingyuan, he was still confused.

The two lowly subordinates did not care about Lao Xue's pleading, and swung their fists and hit Lao Xue's skinny body hard.

The continuous muffled sounds were heard in this woodshed.

After a few breaths, Lao Xue's head was lying on the ground in panting, and blood was flowing out of her mouth and nose, which was extremely pitiful.

The two lowly disciples turned around and looked at He Qingyuan, as if waiting for him to speak.

He Qingyuan walked forward slowly, kicked Lao Xue's head with his feet, and looked down coldly, "Old guy, you are already dead for a while, so why not tell you another word before you die - either become very powerful or just wait to be regarded as a scapegoat!"

How could He Qingyuan not know in his heart that Old Xuetou was just a victim of Master Zhikong's anger. He could not vent his anger on Old Xuetou, so he had to vent all his arrogance on Old Xuetou.

Lao Xue was so troubled that she couldn't speak, and her eyes were getting dark, as if she had died.

"Don't be seen by others!"

He Qingyuan gave an order and walked out of the woodshed.
Chapter completed!