Tianyimen’s reputation is so resounding.
"Hahahahahahahahaha," Xiao Feng laughed twice and slapped the disciple next to him: "It turns out that you are a junior fellow Taoist from Tianyi Sect. Your junior brother made rude remarks. I will slap you on your behalf."
The disciple received a slap in the face in broad daylight, covering his face and not daring to speak in anger.
Xue Cuo felt that this scene seemed familiar. He sat cross-legged, shook his head in the sky, and said in a clear voice: "Fellow Taoist, you beat him, but he still hates me. I made a grudge for no reason."
Xiao Feng stood with his hands behind his back, with a slight smile on his face: "Hey, a cultivator goes against heaven and asks for his life. He can't stand any kind of anger. Not to mention a mere slap, even if my little fellow Taoist beat him to death today, everyone in my sect will also It only praises good things.”
Xue Cuo tilted his head: "Uncle Jian?"
The big green and black hands on the snow sword had long been impatient, holding the sword and rushing forward, but how dare a mere miscellaneous person in the spiritual realm dare to say such nonsense?
Sao Feng and the other disciples took a step back with indifferent expressions.
In the world of cultivation, you said the wrong thing. It is best not to spill blood on others when you die, otherwise you will not even be able to collect the body afterwards.
Xiao Feng was not worried at all. It was easier to explain the murder of a colleague than Xiao Dongping.
The disciple's hair stood on end. When he turned around and saw the cold face of his senior brother, his heart was filled with despair and he drew his sword to fight for his own life.
The evil sword that could be sealed into the Tianyimen Sword Tomb gave birth to spiritual intelligence, which was equivalent to a master in the realm of gods. Xuejian didn't take him seriously at all.
The big blue-black hand held the hilt of the sword and was about to swing it down when Xue Cuo said, "Uncle Jian, forget it."
Xue Jian hummed, a little dissatisfied that he didn't drink the hot blood, but in front of everyone, he still had to show off to Xue Cuo, so he didn't take action.
Xiao Feng was disappointed in his heart. He originally wanted to use Xue Cuo's hand to get rid of the disciples who wanted to dismount him, but he didn't expect that Xue Cuo would not make the knife that could be used to kill people.
Xue Cuo pointed at the people on the cloud: "The people in this village were killed by you Qingping sect. I don't kill people because I don't like killing people. But I once received a meal from the village chief here, so I deserve it." Give back.”
"Today, I would like to ask you all brothers and sisters to carry corpses in the village. If there are corpses with severed limbs and limbs, you must sew them up with your own hands before digging a grave for a grand burial."
"I have read in a book that the pure is clear and the peaceful is peaceful. I also ask all brothers and sisters to wear hemp and mourn and do a water and land ashram to save the souls of the dead."
Everyone looked at each other, and then got angry: "You asked us to pay tribute to these ordinary people! How unreasonable!"
Among the crowd, only Xiao Feng had a calm expression. He looked at Xue Cuo quietly for a while, then suddenly dropped his head and said, "That's what my fellow Taoist said."
He bowed deeply to Xue Cuo and walked away to the village.
Xue Cuo was stunned and murmured in his heart, this man is flexible and flexible, so there is no reason to attack him, only Yun Tou and others are left.
Uncle Jian was on the side ready to move, his sword blade already thirsty.
When the remaining disciples saw that their senior brother had compromised so quickly, their expressions changed and their heads dropped.
"This is a good thing to do, a great good."
"good."
"I'm the best at doing the dojo."
Xue Cuo was very surprised. He originally didn't want to let go of these Qingping disciples, but in this case, it was difficult for him to take action.
The corpses in the village really kept these Qingping sect disciples busy for a while. Even the calmest Xiao Feng looked aggrieved and couldn't help complaining that if Xiao Dongping survived, he would be the first to kill him!
After the last body was buried, it was already getting late.
Xue Cuo had been out playing for several days and had to rush back to the Immortal Forest, so he watched Sao Feng and the others doing the water and land dojo before leaving.
When Xiao Feng's junior brothers and sisters saw that Xue Cuo had left, they stepped on the grave tightly, feeling as if they were being humiliated: "Senior brother! That kid is too much! I will definitely not be able to swallow this breath."
Xiao Feng sneered in his heart and pretended to be angry on his face: "If it weren't for his heavy treasure to protect his body, huh, speaking of it, his sword is really extraordinary, and he is only in the realm-building stage, so he won't be killed and snatched away one day. precious."
"Kill for treasure?"
Someone's eyes flickered, ready to make a move. Xiaofeng saw it with a sideways glance and felt satisfied. He looked at the direction Xue Cuo was leaving and swore secretly.
Sooner or later, he will kill himself in this world, and no one will dare to use connections to suppress him.
Xuejian slowly flew back to the Immortal Forest with Xue Cuo.
Xue Cuo was so sleepy that he almost fell asleep. He had just entered the first level of cultivation and could not concentrate his energy and concentration, regardless of day or night.
In the Everlasting Forest, the pine trees make no sound, the wind is blocked out, and the Mirror Lake does not ripple.
Lumen Peak is as quiet as a painting.
Xuejian lazily walked through the pine trees to the hut in front of Jinghu Lake. Then with a sudden shock, he threw Xue Cuo to the ground and huddled motionless behind the tree.
There is a woman on the grass, Jing Chai wearing a plain skirt, standing with her hands behind her back.
A broad and huge sword was stuck diagonally on the grass. The dragon bone sword body, with blood-colored dragon patterns, was as thick as a mountain.
Dragon Mighty Sword Master.
Back then, its owner took this sword and killed seventy-nine chain bridges one after another, killing the poisonous dragon Ao Xing with one sword.
But no one has seen this sword come out of Eastern China for many years.
No one knows why.
Xue Cuo fell to the ground, got up and rubbed his eyes. When he opened his eyes, he saw his mother and quickly dusted himself off.
"come over."
Xue Cuo's body shook, and he walked over quickly, stepping on his left foot and right foot, trying hard to cover up the mud spots all over his body: "Mom."
Xue Zhenzhen glanced at him: "Have you wielded a sword in the past few days?"
Xue Cuo secretly looked up at his mother, racking his brains to find an excuse: "I've been... for a few days..."
Snapped--
The rattan swung through the air.
Xue Zhenzhen said coldly: "Turn around and lie down."
Xue Cuo scratched his ears: "Mom, no beating, no beating."
Xue Zhenzhen sneered: "If you don't beat me, you won't be able to go to heaven. Turn around and stick your butt out."
Xue Cuo frowned, turned around, and lay down on the pile of rocks nearby, holding his ears with both hands, begging for mercy: "Mom, be gentle."
Xue Zhenzhen held the cane and looked around from top to bottom. Xue Cuo was covered in mud spots, white skin, and black, gray, grass, and leaves, which made it even more unsightly.
Snapped--
"A man who fails to keep his word is the first whip."
Xue Cuo always agreed every time he practiced swordplay. In fact, he either deserted or was distracted. Let alone swinging the sword a thousand times, it was very rare to be able to persist for 500 times.
Snapped--
"Slick tongue, deceiving the immortal tree spirit, this is the second whip."
Today she went to Jinghu Lake, and hundreds of immortal tree spirits sued Xue Cuo in the wind. This guy's smooth talk deceived the tree spirits into not knowing much about the world, and took away several years of people's Taoism. I don't know what he did with it.
Snapped--
"You are so stubborn that you fall into laziness. This is the third whip."
"Xue Cuo, let me ask you, the one who holds the sword cleanses the heart of the sword, understands the intention of the sword, obtains the soul of the sword, and builds the way of the sword. Ning Ming and understanding, which word can you relate to?"
Xue Cuo grimaced in pain, but did not dare to put down his hands. He pinched his ears: "I...a, not a word..."
Xue Zhenzhen put away the cane, put his hands behind his back, and said with a calm and confident look: "You still know, just understand, your talent is inferior to others, but if you study hard and practice hard, if your mentality is inferior to others, you will never get the Tao in this life. You can only be a waste."
Xue Cuo secretly wiped his tears and sniffed softly: "Mom, I don't want to become enlightened."
Xue Zhenzhen took a deep breath, Xue Cuo just couldn't fight well, he always had something to say of his own.
"Isn't it true?"
Xue Cuo lowered his head and said: "It's good to be an ordinary person and live, grow old, sick and die."
Xue Zhenzhen laughed angrily: "Mortals? Those short-lived mayflies?"
Xue Zhenzhen took out a piece of talisman from Xue Cuo's pocket: "If you want to be a mortal, you can't escape any of the eight sufferings of life. You will die of poverty, starvation and exhaustion. You will never be able to make a difference in life. Even if you are reincarnated, you can only be an ant again. You envy them?"
Xue Cuo held it in for a while, shed tears, and said sobs: "I met a sister that day, and she even gave me water to drink. I felt that she was the same person as me."
"Mom, the Taoist book says that everyone in the world can cultivate Taoism and everyone can attain Taoism. So since everyone can cultivate Taoism, what's wrong with ordinary people?"
Xue Cuo looked at Xue Cuo with a deep look, feeling calm after being angry.
"Xue Cuo, you said it wrong again, it's ridiculous."
“My Way cannot overcome evil spirits and crooked ways, My Way cannot overcome pigs, dogs and monsters, My Way cannot overcome ordinary people and ants.”
"Immortals cultivate the path of immortality, and mortals enter reincarnation."
"But - I won't punish you at this time. I have the patience to wait until you enter the Tao before correcting this mistake, or you don't need to correct it at that time, you will understand it naturally."
"From tomorrow on, you will take responsibility for the trouble you caused."
"Every day at dawn, water the immortal pine trees from the spiritual spring. There are 316 trees in total, and each tree has three ladles of water."
"Swing your sword one thousand and five hundred times every day. If you are lazy, I will punish you."
Xue Zhenzhen raised the Dragon Mighty Sword, and Xue Cuo got up. He didn't say anything, but he was obviously scared of being beaten and didn't really obey her.
Xue Zhenzhen suppressed his anger and put his hands behind his back: "Tomorrow, come to Wanhua Pavilion. I have something to tell you."
Xue Cuo: "Yes."
The mighty dragon sword moved away, and the snow sword flew out from behind the tree.
Xue Cuo wiped away his tears: "Uncle Jian, it's a good thing you didn't come out just now. My mother's Long Mighty Sword is very fierce. If you come out, your life may be in danger."
Xue Jian felt a little guilty and hummed, shaking the tip of the sword up and down and nodding.
Xue Cuo took a few Qi-nourishing pills, and then began to skillfully cut the watering barrels and ladles. The snow sword circled around him, and his big blue and black hands danced.
Xue Cuo waved his hand: "No need to help. One time I made a fire talisman and blew up the barrel that Jin Cisheng's mother used to hold fish. My mother punished me. I cut three hundred wooden barrels and picked the best ones to apologize to the saint. "
The big blue-black hand on the snow sword felt even more sympathetic to Xue Cuo.
But when I think about Xue Cuo's shocking thunderbolt, the invincible Thunderbolt Fire Dance Qiankun Super Explosive Thunder Talisman, I feel that the punishment may be light.
Xue Jian leaned on the pile of stones and watched quietly. After a while, his big blue-black hand jumped on the stone and drew a simple picture.
Xue Cuo leaned over and said, "Did you draw a dog?"
Xue Jian flicked Xue Cuo's forehead hard, making Xue Cuo burst into tears, and then rubbed it for him calmly.
Xue Cuo: "Uncle Jian, is this a person?"
Xue Jian made a weak buzzing sound, and then drew a short figure with a soaring claw next to the tall and thin man.
Xue Cuo exclaimed: "Is this me? Then this tall guy...is Uncle Jian?"
The big hand on the snow sword remained still for a while, then buzzed slightly and touched Xue Cuo's head.
After cutting the barrel, Xue Cuo took out the "Run Rune Tao" given to him by his brother Ren Shu, savored it carefully, looked at it, and fell asleep on the ground.
The white orb of the strange fish that Ren Shu gave him exuded a soft brilliance, and there was a faint sound of the ocean tide.
There seemed to be a shadow swimming in the flash of light.
But no one found it.
