Du An's questioning successfully attracted the attention of all the monks present. Li Jingxun's eyes widened, his hands shook, and most of the powder he was grinding spilled onto the ground. Not far away, the faces of several selectors who came with him became cold.
The hearing of ordinary people is far inferior to that of monks. They can only hear the young man's roar, but they don't know what he shouted to the extremely bright fairy girl. But as a mortal, yelling at the monk is already disrespectful. , many people feel uneasy because of this.
"Immortal..." Some of the older injured or struggling people knelt in fear in front of the selector who was distributing wound medicine to them, "The child... may have been frightened, and was temporarily confused and speechless. I bumped into that immortal girl without any reason... I hope you, the immortal elders, can forgive me?"
The "immortal chief" was a Yuanwailang who was born in a construction hall. His fellow disciples of the same era were lucky enough to catch the last train of the Xuanhuang era, but they were also unlucky to be left behind halfway through the train.
He is a stubborn person and his talent is not that superior. However, he has been practicing according to the Kunlun official "textbook" from three hundred years ago and listened to more than a dozen "realm improvement lectures" delivered by the leader himself. I memorized the manuscript by heart, and after more than four hundred years of stumbling, I finally survived the minor catastrophe and became the Nascent Soul. When he came out of seclusion, he saw that the world had changed. Those in high positions were walking on thin ice, and they were fighting openly and secretly with each other. The middle layer was hypocritical and snobbish, undermining the inferior and flattering the superior. And the little disciples at the bottom were also forming cliques. Fighting for a little resource is a bloody battle...
He did not have a strong relationship background, so he had to join the Sixth Hall in order to gain training resources, but he found that this was a very wrong decision. In the past, the Qingshui Yamen, which was purely responsible for Kunlun's logistics, was now murky and bottomless. He holds on to the "fairness" and "rules" that everyone believed to be the truth back then, like a shadow that still lingers in the old era, and is incompatible with the surroundings.
When he participated in the inquiry meeting this time, he actually had no intention of taking sides. He simply believed that since he had become someone else's subordinate, he felt that he should obey the requirements of his superiors.
But tonight, from this female cultivator named Ziguang, he seemed to see the Kunlun of the past. This young female cultivator has been on the front line since the beginning of the Corpse Rebellion. As a disaster spread among ordinary people, all the cultivators were selfishly weighing their own interests and indifferently continuing to form cliques for personal gain. Only she, from beginning to end, was simply doing her best to protect these mortals.
From her, he saw the long-lost quality from the old Kunlun era. It was not a whim of sympathy or pity, but a firm understanding of where she was and what she should do. Sense of responsibility.
The monks should protect mortals, and Kunlun should protect the people of the country. These are natural and just responsibilities.
In the past, every Kunlun disciple had to memorize the principles from the beginning. After only three hundred years, when the new generation abides by them again, it will make the old-timers feel like they have regained something they once cherished.
When he heard that ungrateful mortal questioning Zi Guang like this, the fear in his heart even outweighed the anger. It had been so long, he hadn't met such a person for so long, and he finally began to worry about gains and losses. Will this young child have his faith shaken because of the complaints and virtues of the person she tried her best to save? Is her sense of responsibility short-lived?
"...Immortal Chief." The mortal kneeling in front of him was still kowtowing. He and the others were all in fear of being implicated, "You sir, there are a lot of..."
The porcelain bowl filled with potion fell heavily on the ground in front of the mortal's forehead with a clang, and less than half of the potion spilled out.
"It's good to know that such a white-eyed wolf can't do anything. What happens next has nothing to do with you." The voice of the monk above him was cold and irritable, and at the same time, everyone felt the sharp murderous intention that suddenly gathered.
He didn't know how to remedy it, so he could only kill the young man first, maybe it could relieve Zi Guang's anger.
"Fellow Taoist, please don't—" Li Jingxun looked up and saw the killing technique that was about to be formed in her colleague's hand. She was so frightened that she screamed, and almost at the same time, a slender and white hand pinched the surging spiritual energy in his hand. With his fingertips, the life-killing spell was instantly extinguished like a flame.
"'Monks should not take the lives of mortals without permission, especially when their crimes are not worthy of death.'" The owner of the hand suppressed the other person's gesture lightly, "Graduation defense of the 183rd Kunlun disciples, I remember you said this during the current affairs debate, right?"
The monk turned his head in surprise, but what he saw was a slightly unfamiliar face. He actually recognized this unfamiliar colleague. From tonight's questioning meeting to the corpse chaos, he seemed to have been with them all the time, but there was always Feeling scarce, it is easy for people to ignore him.
"Fellow Taoist...could it be...that you and Pindao are in the same class?" The monk's memory has always been strong. As long as he has experienced something, he can always recall it if there is a trigger. But when he looked at this person, he found that I have no impression of him at all.
"That's not true, but that was the last defense I attended in Kunlun, and you were the last disciple in that defense. I remember that the instructor who listened to your defense was temporarily unwell at that time, right?" The man gave him a faint look.
"Yes... yes!" the monk murmured, and the memory of the past was suddenly brought to his eyes. One of the six instructors responsible for the review was ill, so the vacant position was temporarily replaced by one who was in Langhuan at that time. He sat in the hall and temporarily took care of his subordinates...the leader of Kunlun!
That may be because as an unknown Kunlun inner disciple, he had the closest contact with this legendary figure who was like a myth in his life. He even personally marked the last grade of his graduation with "B" …
"I...I..." He moved his lips and was unable to speak for a long time.
"Today's young people have worse memories than I do," the man sighed. "I remember you said at that time that you could recite every speech Shangqing Jun ever made to Kunlun."
"The New Year's speech of Lord Shangqing in New Kunlun for a thousand years, first sentence of the seventh paragraph," the man turned his head and looked at the young monk standing in the distance and the dirty young mortal sitting on the ground. The monk I subconsciously followed his line of sight and listened to the man repeating his suicide word for word:
"'Never make decisions for your boss without authorization. The reason why he is your boss must make decisions that are superior to yours.'"
"Sir... this child..." Feng Yuji spoke with difficulty. He subconsciously wanted to excuse this speechless young man, but found that he could not find the words to excuse him.
He could probably understand the child's psychological revolt after seeing corpses scattered all over the field. Even as gentle as he was, the moment he heard these words, he had the urge to slap this mean-mouthed child.
Is this kind of spell easy to accomplish?
But pull it down! As one of the parties involved, he still breaks out in a cold sweat even when he thinks back on the dangers and difficulties involved.
Rong Tong made a calm gesture to Feng Yuji and looked at the excited young man on the haystack. Amidst everyone's angry or frightened eyes, she squatted down holding her skirt and looked at the young man's level.
Du An pursed his lips tightly and used all his strength to look into her eyes. He was already giving up on himself in his heart. He had such a weird and impulsive temperament. He didn't know how to express softness and was only good at tit-for-tat. Besides...he was right, they destroyed these monsters in just a blink of an eye. If such lightning had come a quarter of an hour earlier, everyone in the shack would not have died so miserably...In fact, the monks were so powerful. Guangda, why do you allow monsters to eat people without taking early precautions? This is a failure of their duties! What's more, the bloody feud in Bian'an City has not yet been settled in the morning! ! Isn't it right for him to question? !
However, the girl's gentle voice caused the boy's strong anger to shake instantly. She just asked, "What's your name?"
"Du...Du An." In panic, he heard his own answer start to stutter.
"Okay, Du An." Rong Tong smiled, "What about your family?"
"...in the countryside of Jingzhou."
"Are you coming to Bian'an City to participate in the Kunlun disciple selection?"
"Yes...but we weren't even allowed to run for election!"
"Then the candidates trampled on each other, and the government officials drove everyone out of the city. The Kunlun branch did nothing during the whole process, until tonight there were zombies and cannibals. Is that right?" Rong Tong stated calmly, Finally, I asked him.
The survivors gathered nearby, whether they were suffering from the loss of relatives or friends, or those who were seriously injured and wailing, almost all turned their attention at this moment. Rong Tong's voice was not loud, but it was as if this conversation had happened beside them for a long time, and every word could be heard clearly.
Duane was completely unaware of this, and he shouted uncontrollably, "Since you all know-"
"sorry."
The second half of Duan's accusation died in his throat. He couldn't believe it and wondered whether there was something wrong with his hearing just now.
"I am the person in charge of this Kunlun disciple selection. On behalf of all the selectors of the Kunlun Inner Sect, I would like to express my deepest apology to everyone."
She stood up, looked around at the devastated surroundings, and said in a solemn and solemn tone, "It was our carelessness and inability to control the situation that prevented the tragedy from happening in time. Regarding the fault of the Southern Jin Branch of Kunlun Outer Gate, we have been involved in the investigation. , we will never tolerate any shady stories, and we will definitely give justice to all the candidates!"
"Now please relax, we have all eliminated the zombies, and the investigation into the cause of the zombie transformation will also begin. Of course, Kunlun will provide you with comprehensive treatment free of charge, and we will start again after everyone recovers. For disciple selection, we ensure that every candidate of appropriate age will have the opportunity to stand in front of the Spirit Trial Tower."
Afterwards, she didn't look at Duan at all, but bowed slightly to everyone.
"It's true that I was born to eat this bowl of rice." The young man with long hair tied behind his waist looked at the girl in the ice and snow from a distance, and sighed with his eyes lowered for a long time.
From the beginning, she never thought about having to angrily explain to Duan, who had no idea about magic, let alone care about the extreme remarks of a middle-school boy. In other words, she had no intention of dealing with Du An head-on. She just used Shi Lezhi's words to give all the survivors a channel to vent, and she used this to soothe their emotions naturally and sincerely.
Everywhere around were mortals with tears in their eyes and kowtows to thank them. Rong Tong had become in their hearts the imperial envoy who came to bring order out of chaos, the "Master Qingtian" who loved the people as much as his son and hated evil as much as he hated evil. This hand to win people's hearts is not unattractive.
So, is it time to make your own choice?
The step he took forward was delayed, and he slowly tightened his hands. He was never a hesitant person... But, it's been more than a thousand years, right? This was the first time he was so unsteady.
Intellectually, she met almost all the criteria for selecting a game-breaker, but the resistance in her heart was increasing day by day. Being chosen by Tiandao was not a good thing, and being chosen by him was even worse. If his and her positions were reversed, maybe he would think like he did more than a thousand years ago that the secrets are always on the line, so why risk everything? But if the person at the gambling table is replaced by her, he can't stop calculating the slim winning rate. This has always been taboo to him in the past. It's like climbing a cliff with bare hands, constantly looking back at the height above the ground. It is much more dangerous to raise your head and only look at the top in one go.
how so?
He tried to reorganize his thinking. Such hesitation was not allowed by the current situation. He had to regain his decisiveness. He had to...
The calm young man's brows suddenly jumped, and some familiar spiritual power rippled over. He had to put it down temporarily...or rather, he took a long breath and put down the messy ball of yarn in his mind.
There has been no progress for hundreds of years. For some people who keep making small moves, it’s time to go over and give them a beating.
Here, Rong Tong once again successfully completed a contingency plan and was finally liberated temporarily. Of course, she did not dare to really let go. The aftermath was more difficult than dealing with the crawling corpse.
"The person behind this must be proficient in corpse control," Bao Qin returned to her after patrolling other areas.
Regarding whether this exhumation was man-made, everyone has unanimously agreed that there is no need to discuss it. This is obviously a very targeted conspiracy. "The top priority now is to find out who this person is? What exactly does he want to do?" ?And how to catch him?”
"As for the purpose of the people behind the scenes, I can already detect some clues from what the woman in white did in the refugee shed, but I didn't expect them to be so unscrupulous for the so-called 'popular support',"
Rong Tong rubbed his temples, "As for their identity, we still have to use the woman in white as the entry point... Speaking of Qiu Bai and others?"
"He's keeping the woman in custody and waiting at the bell tower on the north city wall."
On the bell tower of the north city wall, Cheng Qiubai collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
The palm-sized paper-cut man pulled out a silver needle from the back of his neck and floated it back into the hand of the woman in white.
"Well, as a disciple of Kunlun, the most important thing you can't underestimate are these magic weapons." The woman knelt down and shook her head with regret. She patted Cheng Qiubai's face gently, "Okay, Kunlun. I’ve learned almost all the information I need to know, if the hills remain green and the waters will flow, don’t meet again if we’re destined to do so!”
She Shiran stood up and was about to leave, but after taking just one step, she bumped into something and was so painful that she burst into tears.
"Air restriction?!" She patted the seemingly empty front in disbelief, and her hands actually touched the hard and cold barrier. She retreated in panic, and her back also touched the invisible wall.
If he could imprison her silently and in an instant, he could also kill her silently. Although her cultivation level is not at the top level, how could she fail like this without even having time to react? !
"May I ask who your honor is?" she said solemnly.
"It's been three hundred years, and you're still carrying out sneak attacks with the gadgets I modified back then, and you're actually quite proud, huh?"
The huge copper bell in front of her that blocked her sight buzzed and scattered dust. A tall figure stood on the edge of the tall building. His back was turned to her, and his wide sleeves bulged in the night wind.
All the woman's composure turned into ashes the moment she heard the other party's voice. She trembled and stared at the back figure in disbelief. For a long time, her expression began to become very subtle, somewhere between crying and laughing. between.
"Your Majesty... If you don't come down to earth... I will really treat you as dead!"
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