This courtyard shaded by green bamboos has now become the most lively place in the entire Zhao Manor.
Outside the courtyard, there was a buzz of people, either in groups of three or five, or in groups of more than ten people, gathering together. The number of people was no less than five hundred. There were all kinds of noisy sounds, including whispered curses, indignation, and vivid descriptions. The eyes of these people glanced at the people in the corner from time to time, with different expressions on their faces.
Yang Zhen, Nanny, Qin Shi, Zhao Yue'er, Caiyan Caiyun, and Zhao Gui were sitting or standing by the wall not far from the main entrance of the small courtyard. Grandma is healing him. His wound was on his lower back, where he received a water arrow shot. He also received several blows to his head and body. Overall, the injuries were not too serious. With Mammy's strength, these injuries are improving rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Mrs. Qin stood aside with a straight face, anger in her heart like a flame. When they received the summons from Caiyan, they didn't know what happened. They were only told that "Yang Zhen was in danger and came back for help immediately." Only when they got here did they realize that they had been framed. Why doesn't she understand that this is all for her and her daughter? Yang Zhen is just a chess piece that they think is best to handle!
What's funny is that this chess piece hit these people hard in the face.
Despite this, after Mammy arrived and Yang Zhen released Zhao Ying, they were still ready to leave here first. Unexpectedly, after taking only a few steps, he was stopped by countless people, all of whom were family members of the injured children, including monks and people with important positions in the family.
"In the thousands of years our Zhao family has never seen such a rebellious slave, this boy must be punished severely!" These were their exact words.
The situation was so fierce that the clan leader had to summon all the elders of the family - these days were approaching New Year's Day, and these elders had all returned to Asahi Peak to discuss various family affairs, so it was easy to convene. What's more, there are descendants who are involved in this matter, and they have already arrived here.
Now these elders are holding a temporary meeting in this small courtyard, and the others have been cleared and asked to leave. As an external enshrined elder, Mammy can observe and make opinions on meetings involving the disposition of family members, but she does not have the final right to vote.
She simply refused to participate and stayed with everyone outside the yard, protecting Yang Zhen by the way. After all, there are many people with advanced cultivation outside, and no one can protect this child except her.
Yang Zhen looked calm, as if these things had nothing to do with her. After Mammy arrived, his fate was no longer controlled by him, but the game of those above him. He could only wait silently.
At this moment, what came to his mind the most was two words: strength!
If he didn't have the strength, he would have been pushed to the ground and kowtowed by those dandies; if he didn't have the strength, the little fat man's blow would have killed him long ago; if he didn't have the strength, he would have died without a burial place before his mother could arrive. .
But at this time, because he had no strength, at the moment when his fate was decided, he could only wait for their judgment without doing anything.
"Even if I have the worst Five Spiritual Roots, I will definitely enter the path of immortality." At this moment, he was extremely determined to practice the third stage of [Body Training Technique].
"I also want to help Yiyi become stronger as soon as possible. I want to earn spiritual stones, a lot of spiritual stones!"
Zhao Yue'er was probably the only one in the group who was excited. After hearing about Yang Zhen's deeds of defeating everyone, the little girl couldn't believe her ears. In her opinion, Yang Zhen has always been her loser, and until recently, the two were barely evenly matched. Since Yang Zhen can defeat them all, including even a qi training monk! Then I can definitely do it!
Thinking of this, the little girl secretly waved her little fist, wishing she could find a monk to fight now.
…
While everyone was waiting, there was a creak, the courtyard door opened, and the clan leader led a group of elders out.
The third elder, Zhao Yunhu, is the family's general manager in charge of criminal law. He took a step forward, stood next to the clan leader, and raised his voice:
"quiet!"
"After discussion among the elders, the fight that occurred in [Cui Zhu Yuan] this morning will be dealt with as follows:"
"1. The children of each family involved in the fight will be taken back by their families, strictly disciplined, and detained for three days until New Year's Eve. The two sons Zhao Ying and Zhao Yansong were the masterminds of this matter. Each family was fined with twenty spiritual stones or Two thousand silver coins. Each of the other families will be fined five spiritual stones or five hundred silver coins as the cost of repairing the damage to [Cui Bamboo Garden]."
"Seventeen votes (including the clan leader) were in favor of this resolution, and no one objected or abstained."
Everyone listened quietly, and when the results of this processing came out, there was a buzzing sound. It wasn't until the third elder coughed that he quickly became silent.
"Second, Zhao Dezhu, as a monk in the middle stage of the family's qi training, was unable to stop a group of children from fighting. It is really a shame for the family monks! It has been decided to remove him from the position of manager, fine him ten spiritual stones, and not be allowed to participate in this year's family dividends! "
"This resolution also received seventeen votes in favor."
This decision did not arouse much noise in the crowd, and few people cared about the mere Qi Practitioner. Some people who knew the details of this person secretly sneered.
However, for Zhao Dezhu, who was crowded in the crowd, this decision made him look ashen and almost collapsed. He is the kind of monk who lives a relatively hard life in his family. Otherwise, why would he please a child and be driven by him?
His income is not high to begin with, just six spirit stones per month, two of which are used as subsidies for the steward. Now deduct these two coins, it will be twenty-four coins a year. There was also the bonus at the end of the year. For someone at his level, he could get about ten coins, but it was also ruined now. In addition to the ten fines, he lost at least forty spiritual stones this time.
Forty spirit stones! He was so hurt that his heart was broken, and he regretted that he should have waded into this muddy water!
What's even worse is that he has since lost the favor of the clan leader. What's the difference between a qi-training monk who can't even beat a child and a waste! There are so many people around the patriarch, what does he want a loser like you to do?
"Third," the third elder continued: "Yang Zhen was originally from Zhujia, Juxi County. Because his parents died, the Zhao family took pity on his loneliness and adopted him as an adopted son. However, this son was unruly, arrogant and unruly. The etiquette is disrespectful, and the methods are even more cruel. The Presbyterian Council believes that——"
Finally, when it came to Yang Zhen's handling, everyone held their breath and listened carefully. Yang Zhen's face was livid. Every time the third elder said a word, his face became colder and his heart beat wildly.
It was a matter of life and death, how could he not be nervous and afraid?
"The Presbyterian Council believes that this son deserves to be punished for his crime..."
"Okay!" There was a burst of cheers from the crowd, and there was also a sharp female voice among them, it was Feng Sisi.
There were also people whispering, obviously understanding that there was more to it.
Yang Zhen's heart suddenly contracted, as if being hit by a heavy hammer. He took a deep breath, but couldn't calm down.
The mama's face was as calm as ever, and the corner of her mouth was slightly curled into a sneer.
"However, considering that he is young, he still knows how to repent..."
There was another buzzing sound, and those people realized that there was more to come. Some of the people who had cheered just now couldn't help but curse.
"Resolution of the Council of Elders——"
The third elder said word by word:
"Mutilation!"
The so-called mutilation punishment is to remove one of the limbs, which can be a leg or a hand. Most people choose their hand, mostly the left hand.
"This resolution," the third elder continued to read: "Fourteen votes in favour, three abstentions, passed!"
The whole courtyard suddenly fell silent for a moment, and then a huge wave of voices rose, most of them cheering, and a few were quite angry when they saw that this kid was still alive.
Zhao Yue'er's eyes suddenly widened, her eyebrows raised, her face turned red, and she was about to have an attack!
Yang Zhen looked numb, holding one hand tightly, and the veins on the back of her hand almost burst out.
"Do you have any objections to the above three resolutions? If you have no objections, implement them immediately!" The third elder finally shouted loudly.
Yang Zhen's eyes turned red and she slowly stood up. He is not convinced!
A hand pressed on his shoulder, it was Mammy. She looked at Yang Zhen and shook her head gently.
"Let me come." Her soft voice came to my ears.
…
"I have objections." A firm female voice sounded. It was not loud, but everyone could hear it clearly.
Everyone looked around and saw a woman in green clothes walking out slowly.
Her steps are light, as if she were strolling in a leisurely garden; her smile is as bright as a person celebrating a happy event.
However, if you look carefully, the coldness in the smile is just like the falling snow outside.
Grandma came to a small slope and turned to face everyone.
A dazzling blue light flashed, and there was a sword in her hand.
"Still Water Sword!" an elder exclaimed.
The Jingshui Sword is Zhang Hejing's famous sword, a second-level top quality sword.
It was her famous sword move, and countless demons died under this sword move.
There are rumors that Zhang Hejing was impatient and jealous when he was young. Her master gave her this Still Water Sword, and also gave her the Taoist name Hejing, hoping that she could suppress her temper and become calm and peaceful, so that she could make further progress.
In the ten years since she came to the Zhao family, Zhang Hejing has never shown her sword. Just because she once said:
"If I can suppress my temper, I don't need the Still Water Sword; if I take out the Still Water Sword, it means I don't want to suppress my temper."
Today, Zhang Hejing actually used his sword! Are you going to... go on a killing spree?
The clan leader's forehead was dripping with cold sweat. At this time, he, the clan leader, had to step forward.
"Great Elder, what do you mean?"
"What do you mean?" Nanny sneered, "I won't accept your bullshit resolution!"
"Great Elder!" the clan leader shouted: "The Council of Elders is the highest authority in the clan. All Zhao clan members must accept the resolutions of the Council of Elders. Although you are a worshiper, you are also the great elder of my Zhao family. How can you take the lead?" Disobey the resolution of the Presbyterian Council?”
"It's just disobedience, so what?" Mammy pointed her sword: "All the family elders are here, I don't accept it, do any of you have any objections?"
There was silence for a while, and some elders who didn't know much about Zhang Hejing's past shut up and huddled in a corner when they saw that the patriarch didn't say anything.
"Great Elder!" Someone couldn't help but speak, but it was the fourth elder Zhao Yunya. His voice was cold: "Everyone can hear clearly. None of the family elders objected to the final resolution. Why do you ask questions knowingly and bring shame on yourself? ?”
"Am I humiliating myself? Okay!" Grandma laughed angrily: "If that's the case, then take my move!"
A green figure flew up, sword light moved forward, and rushed towards the group of elders!
"Stop!" the clan leader shouted hurriedly.
In the blink of an eye, the voice was suppressed in the throat and could not be heard. A blue sword light seemed to be carrying a huge wave and was heading towards him!
As quiet as a pool of spring water, as moving as thousands of miles of waves!
This is Zhang Hejing's unique move [Still Water Sword]. This sword move is continuous, like the waves crashing on the shore, with a shocking momentum, constantly impacting your defense line.
The clan leader felt that the defensive shield he had put up was like a precarious river embankment that was about to collapse at any time!
Suddenly, as if the spring breeze turned into rain, the river moved eastward, and the pressure in front of the clan leader was gone.
He put away his defenses in horror and looked forward, finding that Zhang Hejing had returned to the slope and was looking at them with a mocking expression.
It turned out... He turned around and found that every elder was withdrawing in shock, and some were even panting.
It turned out that Zhang Hejing's move turned into seventeen flying swords. In just an instant, he had defeated everyone!
No one could suppress her move. With one against seventeen, she still had the upper hand!
Is this the peak strength of the sect's foundation building? The clan leader was secretly surprised. Among these seventeen people, not only was he a perfect foundation-builder, but there were also many in the late-stage foundation-builder stage, and the worst ones were in the mid-stage foundation-builder stage.
But they were all suppressed by one move.
He took a deep breath and suddenly realized that the Fourth Elder...
In front of everyone, the fourth elder's bun suddenly fell apart, and the hair was flying everywhere with the breeze.
It turned out that Zhang Hejing's sword attack had actually cut off his hairpin.
If this sword were two inches lower, I am afraid that the Tianling Gai would be cut off.
The fourth elder was trembling all over. His finger seemed to be pointing at Mammy, but he couldn't lift it up.
"You, you, go too far!" he said tremblingly.
"Is this too much bullying?" Grandma raised her head and laughed. Suddenly she turned her hand over and a token appeared.
It was the Black Iron Token that she lent to Yang Zhen, but at this time, the token was dim and dull, with a deep crack in the middle.
"You, a dignified foundation-building elder, are going too far by attacking a child who has no cultivation. If I hadn't lent him this token, he would have died in your hands."
"The elders of our Zhao family are so majestic! A token that can withstand the full blow of a foundation-building monk can be destroyed in one move. He is really profound and admirable, admirable!"
She kept sarcastic, and the elders of the Zhao family looked at the cracks on the token and imagined the danger Yang Zhen was in under this blow, and they were all speechless!
Only Yang Zhen was by her side and could clearly see that her hand holding the token was trembling slightly.
That sword strike just now caused a lot of damage to her.
"You, the Zhao family, live in a corner of Shuiyang, arrogant and domineering, and seem to be great. But in my opinion, they are just a bunch of chickens and dogs, guarding dogs," Mammy continued:
"A dignified qi-training monk cannot beat a child. A group of young masters from a monk family cannot beat a mortal servant. This seems to you to be treason, but to me, it is a joke and a crisis for your Zhao family!"
"I don't want to think about how to defeat others, I just want to maintain your ridiculous superiority. When the beast tide occurs one day, what will you rely on? Do you rely on your identity to scare away the monsters? Do you rely on your Qi training that is inferior to that of a child? Are the monks going to drive away the monsters?"
"ridiculous!"
"You guys have been at ease for too long and have been protected so well by the two ancestors that your descendants feel like the sky is falling when they see a little blood!"
Under the stern rebuke of the grandma, all the elders were as silent as the students in the same school.
"Well said!" At this moment, a voice sounded from nowhere:
"What Fairy He Jing said is from the bottom of my heart. I have learned a lesson!"
PS: Can anyone guess who this old man is?
