The next day, Emei, in Qingluan Hall
Xiao Yuer had her legs crossed, and Ye Qingluan also had his legs crossed. The two of them, one big and one small, were holding a sugar cane in their hands. They were eating and vomiting, and the vomiting was all over the floor. From time to time, they would touch it with a sugar cane stick. To express "cheers"
"Fellow Daoist Jade, Fellow Daoist Ye, this is the current situation, and we indeed heard so from the fellow Taoists from the Shengxian Dynasty."
In the hall, several old men from other continents looked at the two girls, one older and one younger, and said their reasons for coming with a slightly embarrassed expression. The old man at the head even looked a little angry, and said seriously to Ye Qingluan and Xiao Yu'er:
"Two fellow Taoists, to be honest, I don't believe the old man, but now so many fellow Taoists are spreading the word, many of them are recognized seniors, and it has caused a storm in the city. Almost everyone is explaining that the Confucian Taoist friends I want to protect my disciples, harm the world of immortality, and break the balance. Even if I don’t believe it myself, I’m still being ignored, so I wanted to meet fellow Taoist fellows Ming Ru and Lin Xiaolu this time. After all, seeing is believing.”
Hearing the old man's words, Ye Qingluan shook his head:
"Master Ziyang, please come back. My junior brother and Xiaolu are not in Emei."
She tilted her head and said vaguely while holding the sugar cane and chewing it hard:
"They've both been gone for months."
"Yes, my brother may not be back when. As for what you are talking about, the head sister and I don't know." Xiao Yu'er said while spitting out the sugar cane.
Upon seeing this, the leading old man sighed helplessly, while the other old men beside him asked hesitantly:
"Master Ye, it's not that I'm suspicious, but...can you tell me what's going on with this martial lord of your sect?"
"Oh, the Martial Lord lineage was created for the world's warriors." Ye Qingluan said very matter-of-factly:
"Lin Xiaolu from Emei is indeed a martial artist. As a martial arts master, he wants to establish a sect. What's the problem?"
"But we have all seen those warriors. They are a bit too strong." In the field, another old man said with a suspicious look on his face:
"Ordinary warriors have been practicing martial arts for decades, and their methods are at most comparable to those of Foundation Establishment monks. However, I see that many warriors from this Martial Lord lineage are almost surpassing the power of the Core Formation, and a few of them even have vague abilities of Nascent Soul. this……"
"Yes, and we have heard that Lin Xiaolu's strength is very astonishing. His skills are equivalent to those of a monk at the peak of the Heavenly Realm. Of course, we are not saying that his skills are not good, nor are we jealous of him, but if he really has the ability to turn corruption into My miraculous ability can allow people from the countryside to reach his level of cultivation, what does that mean to the world of immortal cultivation, Fellow Daoist Ye doesn't know, right?"
"Yes, Fellow Daoist Ye, you and this fellow Daoist Xiaoyu are not too old. Old man, I will give you a big favor today and call you junior. You may not know the stakes in this. This matter is essentially beyond the norm. The difference between right and wrong, if Lin Xiaolu really breaks the balance and allows the mortals in the world to practice martial arts instead of worshiping immortals, then the world outside the realm of extermination of the six paths of reincarnation is no joke."
In the hall, a group of old people in the Heavenly Realm were busy reasoning with Ye Qingluan and Xiao Yu'er, asking for explanations. Even outside the hall, there were all the disciples they had brought with them, causing the whole Emei to be in chaos. of.
At this moment, at the martial arts training ground of the Wu Zun lineage in the middle of Emei Peak, Ling Wei, who was sweating profusely while practicing the God-Forcing Slash, stopped her movements and looked outside the noisy courtyard.
There were disciples from other sects everywhere.
"Tang Yue, there have been a lot of people coming to Emei recently, aren't they all here to seek redress from the teacher?"
In the courtyard, the young man who was boxing nodded when he heard this, his face looking a little heavy.
In the past few days, a lot of people have come to Emei, most of them from outside the Sinan Continent, like some powerful masters of the Heavenly Realm, or sect masters of the Nascent Soul Realm, and there are also many disciples of the younger generation. The young monks would not go up to see the master, but would basically stay here to wait for their respective masters. Therefore, from time to time, someone would point and talk about the martial arts disciples of Wu Zun's lineage. As a senior brother, Tang Yue could feel it. , these people are not friendly to themselves and other brothers and sisters, and many of them have teasing and looking down on them in their eyes.
However, Tang Yue never responded to them. The master said: "Cultivation of martial arts first cultivates the mind. The path of a warrior is to be a chivalrous person, and being a chivalrous person is destined to be a difficult road and a road full of strength. If you take this kind of path, don't pay attention to it. What other people think, just be yourself.”
So Tang Yue never paid attention to the ridicule of these people. He took his junior brothers and junior sisters to practice martial arts every day, whatever they said.
In the middle of the field, he said to Ling Wei: "Ignore it" and continued to use the newly learned Baguazhang. But after just two blows, a child's loud cry came from the courtyard.
"Wow~"
Nearby the martial arts academy, there was a four or five-year-old child with a red mouth, crying loudly, while several teenagers outside the courtyard were laughing "haha", one of them was holding a bright red chili pepper in his hand.
"Xiaobao!"
Tang Yue was startled, and quickly went over to pick up the crying child, and glared at the smiling monks:
"What are you doing!"
Seeing Tang Yue's anger, several young monks were a little frightened by his aura, but when they saw that they were surrounded by young people, they were not afraid at once and said with a joking smile:
"It's just for fun with the kids. Why, you can't afford it?"
"Hahahaha, I thought warriors were so strong, but I didn't expect this little kid to cry even after eating a hot pepper. It seems like that's all."
"It's normal. What kind of future can a bunch of vulgar martial artists have? Tsk tsk. The same goes for Emei. He actually built a line specifically for warriors. I guess this sect won't be able to be established. I want to build a martial arts sect like the ones in Jianghu. .”
"Who says it's not the case? He's a martial arts practitioner. Look at this man. He's so petty that he can't even play around."
Outside the courtyard, a group of young people who were waiting for their ancestors were chatting and laughing. The disciples of Wu Zun's lineage were all red with anger, and the leader Tang Yue's fists were clenching.
Ling Wei was also angry when she saw this scene. She couldn't understand what the face of these people was. It was clear that she had done something wrong by bullying the children, but in the end they actually said that Tang Yue couldn't afford it. What was the reason for this.
At this moment, she was so angry that she wanted to draw her sword on the spot, but Tang Yue, who was holding the child in one hand, reached out to stop her.
"We are in troubled times in Emei now, so we'd better not cause trouble to the leader and the others. They have been tired enough these past few days."
After whispering, the young man was about to leave with the child in his arms. As soon as he turned around, the monk outside the courtyard thought he was afraid and threw a stone and hit him on the head.
"Hey, kid, weren't you awesome just now? Why are you so timid now?"
In the field, the young man holding the chili pepper said with a smile. The people next to him were also talking and laughing, and one girl even covered her nose in disgust:
"What a mess in Emei, these martial arts practitioners all have a smell on their bodies. They sweat so much every day that it stinks to death."
"Fellow Taoists, I heard that they usually use the blood of monsters to forge their bodies. Do you think they will turn into monsters?"
"Hey~ It's possible. Isn't Emei a den of monsters?"
"What are you afraid of? My ancestor brought us here today. If there is a nest of monsters here, my ancestor can kill them all and wipe out all the Emei clan."
In the field, Tang Yue turned his back to a group of young people and said nothing. However, the young monks present intensified their anger when they saw this. They kept laughing and taunting, as if they were sure that he did not dare to fight with so many immortal cultivators at the same time. .
"Hey, you smell like sweat. It stinks like hell. Get out of the house."
At this moment, when the young monk holding a chili pepper saw that Tang Yue had his back turned to him and was silent, he suddenly showed displeasure. He picked up a stone and said with disdain:
"What the hell are you doing here with us, posing for who to see? Haha!"
As he said that, he hit Tang Yue's head with the stone again. "Whoosh!" With a soft sound, the stone flew into the air with the sound of wind, but the shirtless young man suddenly turned around, revealing an extremely angry expression. Eyes!
