The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 118: No forgiveness
The person speaking is a Kunlun school disciple. In the first half of the Dao war, his record was quite good. As a result, after meeting this group of people the day before yesterday, he was delayed for two days. Now it seems that it is very difficult to get into the forefront, so it is natural to be angry.
What he said is the voice of many people, but no one speaks directly like him.
Nine Qingshan disciples, including Yao Songshan, looked at this person, their eyes sharp, like real swords.
The Kunlun disciple suddenly remembered the mantra of Qingshan Jianzong, and his body was suddenly cold.
He even felt that these gazes were a few minutes colder than the wind in the canyon, and he stopped subconsciously.
“Want to bully?”
Two disciples of the Xihai Sword Sect walked out of the crowd and said, “Is this Kunlun Dao brother wrong?”
Yao Songshan squinted slightly, his clothes vibrated slightly, his sword intent was about to appear, and the other Qingshan disciples were also ready to release their swords. This is not a matter of bullying, nor a moment of argument. Although they do not agree with Jing Jiu’s opinion, how can they bear the verbal insults of disciples of other sects and their teachers?
At this time, Bai had spoken early.
She looked at Jing Jiu and said, “Xishanju replied and rejected your request. Her tone was very harsh. There may be problems afterwards.”
To put it lightly, Jing Jiu’s behavior is considered chaotic, but to put it more seriously, he is deliberately sabotaging the annual event in the realm of righteous practice.
Even if he gets the first place in Dao warfare, he should be severely punished afterwards.
Bai Zao really didn’t expect that Jing Jiu wanted to leave the snowy field with so many people.
Facing the unknown danger, don’t you face it together, but avoid it?
This is really two diametrically opposite types from brother.
According to the truth, Bai should have looked down upon such behavior, but she always felt that Jing Jiu was not such a person, so she was just puzzled and then at a loss.
Jing Jiu said: “I know they will not agree, because I have no evidence, only feelings, so I just ask.”
The Xihai Sword Sect disciple said in a deep voice, “Should we continue to listen to such crazy words?”
After saying this, he put away his sword bag and walked towards the canyon with the same door.
Many young disciples also got up, thinking that after being inexplicably delayed for such a long time, many people could not help but take a look at Jing Jiu when they left.
Even if you don’t dare to scold you, it’s okay to have a look at you, right?
Jing Jiu seemed to be unable to feel the meaning in these eyes, and said, “The Qingshan disciple listens to orders.”
Listening to these words, the young practitioners in the canyon looked dim, thinking that Xishanju disagrees with you, do you dare to stop us forcibly?
The Qingshan disciples were also a little surprised, and they still stood out in front of him.
Jing Jiu ignored the other young practitioners at all, looked at them and said, “You stay, and you are ready to leave at any time.”
Looking at this scene, Bai Zao’s emotions are a bit complicated. I wondered why you didn’t care about Xishanju’s reply. It turned out that you just wanted to bring back the disciples of the Qingshan Sect.
From the beginning to the present, Jing Jiu has designed the route to bring these ten teams together, because there are Qingshan disciples in these teams.
He never thought about anything else.
The Qingshan disciples were a little surprised, thinking that the teachers had already rejected them, why did they leave?
The Kunlun disciple had already recovered, thinking of the timidity that had arisen in his heart before, a little embarrassed, and mockingly said: “So disciple Qingshan is also afraid of death?”
The Qingshan disciples looked at this person with colder eyes.
The Kunlun disciple was frightened, but looking at the fellow practitioners around him, he mustered up his courage and said: “What? I dare to do it but dare not let others say it?”
The faces of Qingshan disciples are ugly, and their emotions are extremely complicated.
If they really stay and leave later, what is it?
When did Qingshan disciple become the weak who evaded the war and retreated?
The disciple of Liangwangfeng named Lei Yijing was a little annoyed. He looked at Jing Jiu and said, “Jing… Master, do you think the danger ahead is great?”
Jing Jiu said: “Yes, that is not a danger that you young disciples can bear.”
The disciples of Liang Wangfeng have a very bad impression of Jing Jiu.
This time Jing Jiu won first place in the Dao Warfare, which changed Lei Yijing’s mind. He couldn’t help but develop a strong sense of resistance.
“Practitioners either die of old age, or die in the north. These are the two most common return paths for thousands of years.”
Lei Yijing said in a deep voice: “When the disciple joins Liangwangfeng, he chooses the latter. What is the fear of danger? Please ask Uncle Master to fulfill it!”
“Yes, this was originally a trial.”
Bai Zao looked at Jing Jiu and said: “The test of life and death is the true meaning of Dao warfare. Only in this way can the Dao heart be truly tranquil.”
Jing Jiu said: “In my opinion, Dao warfare is meaningless.”
Listening to these words, the chaotic valley suddenly became silent.
Bai Zao was a little unsure of what he heard.
Six young practitioners including Yin Qingmo have been with Jing Jiu from the beginning, and they are most convinced of him.
Even if Jing Jiu caused public outrage before, they still stood silently behind Jing Jiu and Bai Zao.
At this time, hearing these words, their expressions also became a little uneasy.
Jing Jiu’s words directly negated the intention of those legends in the practice world to create the Meihui.
“The purpose of practice is to live forever. Death and life is the only important thing. It needs to be awed and tested casually. That is disrespect.”
Jing Jiu said: “Moreover, whether the Taoist mind is quiet or not depends on introspection and has nothing to do with foreign objects.”
The Kunlun disciple felt that this person was simply a lunatic and could not communicate at all.
Many young practitioners also shook their heads speechlessly, preparing to leave.
Lei Yijing could no longer control his emotions, and said to Jing Jiu: “Uncle Master, I forgive my disciples for not obeying orders.”
After saying this, he turned and walked into the canyon.
The other Qingshan disciples looked at Jing Jiu, with a little hesitation, not knowing what to do.
Now that even the Qingshan disciples have different voices, what will Jing Jiu do?
Bai Zao gave him a worried look.
Looking at Lei Yijing’s back, Jing Jiu was silent for a while, then raised his right hand.
The iron sword rags out and turns into a black light, slashing towards Lei Yijing.
An exclamation sounded in the canyon.
Lei Yijing felt the sword intent behind him, and subconsciously called Feijian, and greeted him.
Deserving to be an excellent disciple of Liangwangfeng, both the reaction speed and the speed of the sword are extremely timely.
Dangdangdangdang!
The two sword lights traversed at high speed in front of the cliff, constantly colliding, and the excited air waves brought countless snow chips, and the powerful sword intent directly invaded the cliff body, and the rocks fell rustling.
In an instant, the sword battle was divided.
There was a muffled bang.
Lei Yijing hit the cliff hard and then slid to the ground.
Flying sword returned to him, suspended in the air, making a buzzing sound.
Lei Yijing’s lips overflowed with blood, and his eyes were a little dazed.
Until this time, he didn’t know what happened.
If he had known that it was Jing Jiu’s sword, he would not dare to return it.
The Qingshan disciples were very surprised. They hurried to the edge of the cliff, helped Lei Yijing up, and confirmed that his injuries were not serious, before they were relieved.
The famous young disciple who also came from Liangwangfeng couldn’t suppress the injustice in his heart. He looked at Jing Jiu and said, “Uncle Master! Why are you doing this?”
The other Qingshan disciples were also a little angry.
Obviously, Jing Jiu’s intention was not to allow Lei Yijing to leave, so he did not hesitate to throw his sword at Lei Yijing.
Jing Jiu looked at the Qingshan disciples and said, “The same is true for you. There is no forgiveness that cannot be obeyed, because I do not forgive.”
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If you don’t forgive, you can’t leave.
Jing Jiu’s approach is very tough, which can be said to be totally unreasonable.
Of course the Qingshan disciples were not convinced.
They have worked hard for many years, and finally passed the sword test meeting to obtain the qualifications to represent Qingshan in the Taoist war. However, before they have time to show their edge, they will be forcibly driven away. Who can be willing? And this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is the prestige of the Green Mountain Sect. Is it because of them that it will be damaged?
If they really obey Jing Jiu’s intentions and withdraw from Taoist warfare today, Qingshan Sect will surely become the laughing stock of the spiritual world.
The question is, what can they do if they are not satisfied?
Jing Jiu was young, and the time to enter the mountain gate was shorter than them, but after all, he was the uncle of Shenmofeng.
Do they still dare to draw their swords to each other?
Thinking of this possible scene, the hands of Qingshan disciples trembled slightly.
Yao Songshan stared at them and shouted in a deep voice: “Don’t you dare to commit the crime? Do you want to go to Defeng and be punished by ten thousand swords!”
Those Qingshan disciples bowed their heads and were speechless~IndoMTL.com~Of course, they didn’t dare to attack Jing Jiu. They just felt wronged and disappointed.
“Unexpectedly, I could see the good scene of Qingshan Jianzong’s cannibalism with the same family.”
The Xihai Sword Sect disciple laughed and said: “Oh, no, I was wrong. It should be the uncle who is afraid of death and teaches the shameful nephews.”
Jing Jiu glanced at this person.
Bai Zao knew that he was bad, and knew that he had no time to stop him, so he didn’t hesitate to sacrifice the magic weapon.
The sleeves broke the cold wind, and a magic weapon appeared in front of the cliff, about the size of a wine glass, and the shape was a bit like the Qingxin bell of the Platanus sect. ..
The magic weapon grows long in the wind, and instantly becomes a small bell. The whole body is blue and black, and the color is deep, as if it is made of bronze, but there are countless dark lights flowing on the surface. It has an indescribable beauty. And coercion.
“Streamer clock!”
Several exclamations rang out from the crowd.