The night is vast, the shadows of the trees are dancing, the cold and biting evening wind is constantly blowing the earth, and there are violent whistling sounds from all directions, and there is a faint sign that a mountain rain is about to come!
"S-Sand~...!"
In front of a quaint courtyard with unclear outlines, several figures as black as ink suddenly appeared. Every brisk step brought a subtle echo. Against the chaotic night, it was difficult to distinguish the faces.
"Boss, if nothing happens, we will go back first! Remember to rest early!"
"Okay, you two are tired enough today, go back quickly...!"
Outside the autumn wind, two fat and thin disciples with tired faces said goodbye to the man in green, then quickly turned around and walked straight towards a small path on the side.
"The performance of these two guys today is a bit beyond my expectation!" Looking at the two people leaving in the night, the man in green raised his head and murmured: "Rest? I'm afraid I won't be able to rest!"
These people were Feng Ling and his party who had returned from the duel field.
Today's melee started at 4:00 p.m., ended at 3:00 p.m., and lasted for nearly three hours, that is, six hours!
Everyone feels tired! Let me ask, even the bystanders in the audience are tired of watching, let alone the two Zhu Bupang who shine on the battlefield?
Ninety-one ranking tokens!
With a final score of 91, the Fengling team ranked second among the top ten teams and successfully qualified for a bye.
Among them, except for the thirty tokens given by Ye Hui and a few formal tokens given by Feng Ling and Kuang Tu, the remaining nearly sixty tokens were accumulated by Zhu Bupang and the others!
One can imagine how much hard work they put in today...
"The moon is dark and the wind is high...it's a murderous night!"
Circles of cold wind blew by, and the tips of the hair flying in the wind gradually became messy. When the man in Tsing Yi entered the hospital, the corners of his mouth were raised slightly, and the smile outlined by him faintly revealed an unusually evil aura.
In the duel arena...
"Whoosh, whoosh~...!"
A kind-hearted old man quickly jumped out from a dark passage below. He first raised his head and glanced at a suspended stone platform facing the night sky of the duel venue.
I saw a flickering glimmer of light emerging from the dark night sky, and I could vaguely hear laughter above it from time to time.
The kind-browed old man immediately raised his brows and showed a smile. He suddenly kicked off the ground and leaped hundreds of meters into the air. The way his clothes were floating in the air made him look like a fairy...
"Sect Master, everyone has left!"
As soon as he settled down, a joke and two bottles of sake were the first to enter Elder Liu Yidao's perception.
Immediately, two men, one old and one young, were seen toasting. They were sitting in front of a stone table inlaid with several shining gems, drinking wine leisurely. There were also several steaming dishes on the stone table. of exquisite cuisine.
These little days are so pleasant!
The kind-browed old man couldn't help but murmur in his heart. Except for the annual disciple competition, he was not usually so leisurely. He had to guard this ruined duel field most of the day.
How can you think about eating and drinking that are meaningless to a senior ghost spirit master?
To be precise, once you enter the realm of an intermediate ghost spirit master, you can be fasted in a short period of time. As long as you have the power of ghosts and gods to maintain the physical energy consumption of one meal, even if you don't eat or drink for four or five days, it won't be a problem.
However, most intermediate ghost masters still maintain the habit of eating one meal a day. After all, they have just begun to live without food. To reach the level of being completely separated from the fireworks of the world, they not only need to work hard to improve their cultivation, but also need to go through a long running-in period.
"Yidao, are you back? Find a place to sit down quickly!" Feng Tianjue nodded gently, indicating that he understood.
Immediately afterwards, without seeing any movement, a bottle of sake appeared out of thin air and was casually thrown into the hands of the kind-browed old man who was sitting down by Feng Tianjue.
"Sect Master, how was your chat with Brother Ling?" Elder Liu Yidao raised his head and drank a few sips of wine. He couldn't help but ask, with a complicated expression in his eyes.
"Ask him yourself!" The purple-gold-crowned man did not directly answer the kind-browed old man's words, but pushed the question to the haggard old man who was eating some wine and dishes.
"Ahem~...!" After hearing this, Ling Weiyun's clone immediately put down his wine and chopsticks and recounted to Elder Liu Yidao the anomalies he had discovered before and the plan he had discussed with the Yuqing Sect Leader.
"What!? There are... sixty evil masters lurking among the inner disciples?" After a cup of tea, the kind-browed old man's eyes were cloudy and uncertain, and his face became increasingly ugly.
If that's the case, that's terrible! How many inner disciples are there in total? Which one is not the hope within the sect? However, more than one-tenth of these hopes are taken up by evil spiritual masters!
"Sect Master, think twice, you can't kill, you can't kill!
Killing so many people at once is enough to cause chaos among the middle-level forces of Yuqing Sect!
In my opinion, it is better to imprison them collectively first, and then give them advice and instruction after the competition is over and all the high-level evil masters have been cleared out.
Maybe we can even get them to abandon evil and do good! "
Elder Liu Yidao was heartbroken and his old eyes were red. He suddenly stood up from the stone table and formally pleaded with the man with the purple gold crown, cupping his fists.
Then, his two old legs bent and he knelt down without hesitation. Waves of cold wind howled by, constantly blowing the white frost on the old man's temples. The scene was suddenly, strangely, and terrifyingly quiet.
"Elder Liu, what are you doing? Please get up quickly...!"
This turn of events caught the two people present unexpectedly, and they couldn't help but be moved by it. After being stunned for more than a second, the man with the purple gold crown immediately stood up and stepped forward.
"Elder Liu, what do you mean?" He was about to reach out to help the kind-browed old man, but found that a strong force that was neither strong nor weak shook his hands.
"Sect Master, if you don't agree! Then I'll tell the old bones here!"
As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the withered old man who had already stood up turned black, and the corners of his mouth twitched and he almost fell down again.
The man with the purple gold crown, who was well aware of the other party's stubborn temper, trembled, immediately retracted his hands, and took two steps back in despair.
"Oh~...! One knife, why are you doing this!" Then, looking up at the dark night sky without a single star, Feng Tianjue's eyes flashed with endless sadness.
Xishen murmured: "As the leader of the Yuqing Sect, do you think I won't feel sad when I learn that I am about to lose so many inner disciples?
No! There is pain in my heart... too!
I know. You can't accept this for a while! Even I couldn't accept it when I opened the list reported by Mr. Ling.
But the responsibilities I bear on my shoulders have always reminded me that everything must focus on the overall situation! No matter how valid the hypothesis seems to be, you must never be merciful when dealing with evil masters! "
After the words were spoken, except for the long echo floating in the duel field, the scene once again fell into deathly silence. Even Ling Wei's clone, who stood aside and had been acting as an "outsider", lowered his head and frowned in deep thought.
"It's really hard to choose between the overall overall situation and the actual situation! However, as long as it does not pose a fatal threat, the overall situation seems to be more important!"
Sect Master Yuqing and Elder Liu Yidao were both based on the same standpoint, and there was nothing wrong with the approach they thought of. However, their starting points were slightly different.
"Is it really possible to make these evil spirit master disciples abandon evil and do good through teaching?"
The withered old man curled his lips and chuckled, and asked himself secretly in his heart, and then he denied it: "No! The country is easy to change, and the nature is hard to change. This is absolutely impossible!"
After uprooting those advanced evil spirit masters lurking among the core disciples and elders, without a leader, the evil spirit master disciples in the inner sect may be able to succumb, but this is only temporary!
From the time when the Weiyun Sect encountered the evil spirit master headed by Heishui Tu, to the withered white general Bai Wu of Sunset City, which of the two deacon brothers Yuan Xing and Yuan Ba of Shilipo was not a ruthless and cunning master?
Especially Yuan Ba, even if it cost him his life, he never compromised with Feng Ling.
In the end, no one among the more than sixty people was sincerely repentant. Ling Weiyun's clone did not dare to say so, but he inadvertently learned that the evil spirit master organization's treatment of evil spirit master members whose cultivation was below the legendary realm , have all undergone strict brainwashing!
Therefore, trying to get them to turn back is tantamount to wishful thinking!
Of course, for a conscientious elder like Elder Liu Yidao who "loves talents as much as his life", what he values most is actually the young age and good qualifications of his disciples.
"But Sect Master, maybe they still have...!"
"One knife, that's enough...!"
Before he could say the word "save", the purple-gold-crowned man suddenly shouted angrily, and the kind-browed old man who was halfway through speaking was stunned.
"Have you forgotten what Elder Wu taught you back then?"
As if he realized that his emotions were out of control, the man with the purple gold crown immediately returned to normal. He first glanced at the haggard old man beside him from the corner of his eye, and then looked at the kind-browed old man and sighed quietly.
"I was reckless, I hope the sect master will forgive me!"
Hearing this, Elder Liu Yidao suddenly trembled, and the expression on his face changed drastically. He quickly lowered his head and apologized to Feng Tianjue with clasped fists.
"Forget it, you have good intentions and are thinking about the future of the sect. Now, get up quickly!"
As Feng Tianjue turned around and sat down, he let out a helpless sigh. The kind-browed old man thanked him and stood up immediately.
"Elder Wu...!? Could it be that there was a secret relationship between Yu Qingzong and the evil spirit master..." The haggard old man frowned, thinking rapidly in his heart, but remained calm on the surface.
"Why are you still standing? Sit down!"
Seeing that the two old men in front of him were stunned on the spot, a somewhat angry voice came out of the man with the purple gold crown.
As a result, the two old men who had regained their composure sat down awkwardly.
"Brother Ling, go through the list carefully and make sure that no one is killed by mistake."
As soon as he sat down, he saw the kind-browed old man looking at him with a serious look on his face. The corners of the withered old man's mouth twitched, but he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Ahem~, don't worry! These names all passed through Elder Ling first, and then through this sect leader.
The two of us screened it carefully together, and we couldn’t go wrong! "
After receiving the look of help from the withered old man, Feng Tianjue first spread his hands helplessly, and then immediately opened his mouth to smooth things over, deliberately emphasizing the words "my sect leader" very strongly.
"Haha~...!"
When the other two heard this, they were startled at first, and then the three of them looked at each other, and everyone could see the smiles in their eyes. Finally, they couldn't help it, and laughed heartily in unison.
"Okay, if something unexpected happens, it's time for us to leave!"
I don’t know how long I laughed. The man with the purple gold crown who stopped first looked up at the dark night where the wind was gradually rising. He seemed to think of something and couldn’t help but sigh sadly.
"Sect Master, the night is getting late, why don't you and Brother Ling stay at the duel arena overnight to avoid having to run away tomorrow!"
Elder Liu Yidao enthusiastically tried to persuade him to stay. Just when the Yuqing sect leader was beginning to be reasonable, unexpectedly, someone suddenly jumped out to argue.
"Ahem~, it's just a sword! I'm not telling you, you don't even have a decent private room in this duel ground. If you want me and the sect master to find a stone platform to sleep on at will... we can't get used to it... !”
These words were so straightforward that the kind-browed old man's eyes suddenly widened, and then a blushing look of embarrassment appeared on his ugly old face.
"That kid Feng Ling, can you do it? Do you need me to go and help...!?"
When the teasing was over, before the withered old man and the purple-gold-crowned man left, Elder Liu Yidao, who felt uneasy, made a remark that made the two of them dumbfounded.
"It seems we can't stay here tonight!"
After watching the two silhouettes disappear from sight, the kind-browed old man immediately turned back, glanced at the windy night sky, and jumped off the stone platform.
Who said the duel arena is not elegant?
Elder Liu Yidao snorted deeply in his heart and walked to the passages behind the VIP seats.
Then, without even looking...
Any, I chose one!
"Pa-ta, pa-ta~...!" Not long after the few people left, unexpected raindrops fell from the sky, pattering.
"Boom, boom...!" Immediately afterwards, strong winds, lightning and thunder, and tree trunks swaying wildly with the wind, the long-brewing storm finally arrived.
…
Autumn breeze...
"It's time to act!"
On the eaves washed by the heavy rain, a man with cold eyes murmured in front of the lightning, his handsome face covered by black cloth looming in the raging wind and rain.
At this time, Feng Ling was fully armed from head to toe. First, he wore black clothes that tightly wrapped his body, and then paired with a curved and deadly short knife. It was very cool!
"Shua, shua...!"
After several tiptoeings, the evil-looking figure of the man in black had disappeared without a trace, and there was no telling how many lives he would take with him.
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