The old man glanced at Deacon Kong and was silent for a while, "Why did you come to see me?"
"Your good disciple brought back a letter. The Jinding Sect has sent disciples to the Gufeng Dynasty. It seems that it is for the ancient mine of the dynasty. They still don't give up on the ancient mine." Seeing the old man's indifferent appearance, the fat deacon said, He spoke even more angrily.
The skinny old man lowered his eyes slightly and said in a low voice, "They deserve to die."
The fat deacon chuckled softly when he heard this, "They deserve to die, then you should take action!"
"Now that you have the letter in your hand, there has been action over there. We need to find a way. If we want to fight directly, Jinding Sect has the support of a large number of sects behind it. We have nothing here and are in an isolated and helpless state. If we fight head-on, although It’s unwise, but it may be the only way to break the situation now.”
The old man's eyes slowly closed, "Big sect, if they hadn't put pressure back then, Chen Hong wouldn't have been buried in the ancient mine. Now they still bully us. I really think that Wanjiange Pavilion is made of clay!"
The fat deacon also knew what the old man was thinking, and said from the side, "Now that the matter has come to an end, we have to come up with a charter. Whether we continue to swallow our anger or fight against them, it all depends on you. If you have made up your mind about everything, the leader will not say anything else."
The old man's palms clenched slightly, but his face was still ashen.
After a long time, the old man sighed and slowly let go of his clenched palms, "Just wait a little longer."
"Waiting?" The fat deacon's voice suddenly rose, and then he gritted his teeth and said, "If you are really being taken advantage of, what are you waiting for! How much do you have to be bullied before you can take action? I can’t wait to go to Jinding Gate right now and chop down those three bastards.”
"You do have this strength, but what happens after you chop it down?" The old man glanced at the fat deacon, "The orthodoxy of Wanjiange is completely destroyed? The lives of tens of thousands of people are in your hands and mine, and you can't just rely on your will in everything. "
"The sect is now in ruins. You and I are covered in iron. How many nails can we drive?"
"We still have to wait for the sect to recover some vitality. Soon, the sword pavilion will open again, and our sect should have many strong people. By then, the Wanjiang Pavilion will be completely stable, and we will wait for the opportunity."
"Wait until the younger generation grows up," the old man said slowly. "There are still many good disciples among this generation."
"But you know, just a few days ago, Chu Huangyue was ambushed when she went out. They said it was bandits, but it was more like people from the Jinding Sect. They were trying to compete with us for the ancient mine. Completely annex Wanjiange and use all possible means!"
The fat deacon then said with a questioning voice, "Back then, Chen Hong was ambushed by the formation in the ancient mine. You swallowed your anger and did nothing. Now it's Chu Huangyue's turn. Maybe Qin Lingyu or Yun Shu will be next!"
The old man's eyes flickered for a moment, but he soon regained his composure, "I said, these things are not for you and me to decide. We have to hibernate. The survival of the Immortal Sect is in my hands, and the lives of tens of thousands of people are in my hands. "Sir, I cannot bury Wanjiange's ten thousand-year foundation in my hands just for my own selfishness."
"You are already on fire, and you still want to stay dormant? Look, is there anything that can be lost in Wanjiange now? The super sect of Yunzhou a thousand years ago is now being ridden by large sects. Three "Year, I will give you three more years. If you can't make the decision in three years, then I will make the decision!" the fat deacon said angrily.
The old man remained silent.
He didn't say anything, let alone express his position. He also knew that Deacon Kong had resentment in his heart, so let him speak out.
Deacon Kong's name is Kong Li. He was once the top genius in the sect, and his strength reached the foundation-building stage.
Back then, he and Chen Hong were the best partners and were almost inseparable.
Chen Hong was attacked in an ancient mine. He was also ambushed by a mysterious man in another place. Although he survived by chance, he was seriously injured and could no longer practice.
In the end, he was only assigned the position of an outer deacon.
Ten years have passed. The old man couldn't understand what Kong Li had gone through from being unable to practice to his current strength. The old man didn't know what he had experienced in the process and what fortune he had gained. He only knew that the sect had failed Kong Li. Leave.
When the two genius disciples of the sect were attacked, the sect not only remained indifferent, but also suppressed the matter.
So far, everyone in the sect has forgotten the existence of Kong Li, except for the people of that generation.
But what can the old man do?
This was the unanimous decision of the sect's senior leaders. He actually killed two foundation-building elders of Jinding Sect and took them to be buried with them.
But what about after that.
Are you going to fight the people from Jindingmen?
He was able to replace several senior members of the Jinding Sect, but the Wanjiange Pavilion could not bear the wrath of the large sects. Thousands of years of inheritance would be destroyed in one fell swoop?
The lives and deaths of tens of thousands of people were in his hands. These people could have a better future, but they had to be buried with him because of his whim?
Kong Li was right, he was hesitating, and even now he still didn't calm down.
Sitting there for countless years, I have been tempering my body, but my mind is suffering day and night.
That was his disciple, but he couldn't take revenge.
Because the strength is not enough.
Not strong enough!
Those who are not strong enough to be invincible can only live in humiliation.
Bloody, yes, but regardless of the consequences, that is the act of a reckless man.
He is waiting for the sect to grow up.
As long as it can compete with the big sects, there will be plenty of time to clean up the Jinding Sect.
At the same time, I am also waiting for myself to grow up.
It's a pity that the qualifications are limited after all. Just having perseverance can only polish your physical strength for a while, and you can't do much.
"However, the disciple you accepted is not bad." Before leaving, the fat deacon turned around and said, "The achievements in the future will definitely be higher than yours. Now he has mastered the technique. His physical strength alone is comparable to that of the Peak energy."
Then he left quickly.
Dacheng?
The old man was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help laughing.
He smiled with tears in his muddy eyes, "Okay, okay, okay, God wants to build me Wanjiang Pavilion!"
"It can be accomplished within one month. I'm afraid even the powerful bloodlines of the top physical training families in the ten states will never be able to achieve it!"
"Then it seems that the old man can rest assured."
The old man's trembling hands took out a black letter-covered kung fu from his arms, and he gritted his teeth gently, as if he had made up his mind. People can grow up quickly and protect the sect's inheritance. If they don't die, then the Jinding Sect and the Wuji Immortal Sect, just wait..."
