The arrest of Nangong Wenjian caused endless controversy among many elders.
Some people think that this boy's talent is extraordinary. Looking at the number of sixth-grade disciples in the sect, there are only half a hundred, but most of them are already over forty. The youngest disciple among the fifth-grade is also over thirty, and most of them are the descendants of elders. Under the influence of martial arts, they were constantly fed with various elixirs. On the surface, their cultivation level was acceptable, but their actual strength was not even as good as those with lower cultivation levels than them.
Nangong Wenjian has made such progress by just relying on his own exploration. If he is trained by the sect, I am afraid that this son can become the mainstay of the sect in the future, or even have hope of rising.
Some elders also believed that Nangong Wenjian had offended a powerful son and should be severely punished. After all, the Yijian Sect was now working for the imperial court and shouldered the heavy responsibility of forging weapons, and there were countless pairs of imperial spies keeping an eye on him internally. Therefore, once the powerful people are offended, the Yi Sword Sect will become the second Sword Immortal Sect.
While the elders were still arguing in the main hall, several people wearing gorgeous clothes and hanging all kinds of jewels and treasures strode in, completely ignoring the ban on outsiders in the Yijian Sect's meeting hall without the permission of the elders. Prohibition of entry.
The leader was an old man with a white beard. He said with a arrogant look, "I wonder how the elders discussed it?"
Everyone looked at Nangong Yu, the leader of Yijian Sect, who was sitting at the head of the hall.
After hearing this, Nangong Yu hesitated for a moment and said, "Can you give us some more time to decide on this matter?"
The old man snorted coldly, "Do you think that my master, the Chief of Military Affairs, can't cure your small sect? I gave you five full days and still can't handle this matter. You really don't take my master seriously. inside!"
The old man glanced at the many elders in the hall with a sullen look on his face, "Have a group of dogs who guard the house and courtyard become complacent after being raised for a long time? There are many obedient dogs outside, so don't take yourself too seriously! I can tell you You guys, my master has just recently betrothed his daughter to Chen Dong, the Minister of Punishment, as a concubine. If you don’t handle this well and the news reaches Mr. Chen’s ears..."
As soon as these words came out, all the elders present took a breath. Chen Dong is now well known in Chang'an City. This man served as the Minister of the Ministry of Justice under Jiang Huang, and then experienced several The court was shaken, and the elders around him changed one after another, but he was the only one who always stood firm. Now he is responsible for the three departments of the Ministry of Justice, the Ministry of Officials, and the Ministry of War.
After the old Prime Minister Wang Daofan returned to his hometown as an official, he became the dominant figure in the court.
Recently, there are rumors that Chen Dong will soon take over the post of Prime Minister Wang Daofan.
Therefore, even if this old man dared to stand in the main hall and point at the noses of the entire Yijian Sect elders and scold him, the head Nangong Yu could only hold his nose and admit it, and even have to comfort him with a smile.
After offending a military chief, the Yi Jian Faction would at most secretly give those powerful men some extra money and let them take care of things. If Nangong Wenjian can really become a dragon and a phoenix in the future, it is worth sacrificing a little for Yijian Sect to stand up for him now.
But if Chen Dong is offended, then they may not have a good life.
At that moment, several elders stood up and approached the old man and said something flatteringly.
But for a moment, the old man's expression softened a lot, and he said to Nangong Yu, "In that case, I will follow what you said. I will go back and report to my master. I hope you can keep your word, otherwise..."
The old man then turned around and left with the people, accompanied by several elders beside him with flattering smiles.
Not long after, the elders came back, put away their flattery, and looked serious.
"Third and Fourth, what did you say to that adult? Why did you settle this matter all at once?"
"Yeah, what did you say to him?"
A group of elders asked hurriedly, and even Nangong Yu was very curious.
The third elder said in a deep voice, "I promise them that I will give Nangong Wenjian the status of a disciple of the Yijian Sect. After he attends the Yuzhou Martial Arts Conference, I will make him serve as a servant in their house!"
As soon as these words came out, the whole hall fell into silence.
All the elders were dumbfounded, and no one dared to speak anymore.
Nangong Yu was expressionless, but the veins in his hands holding the seat were clearly visible.
The chief disciple of a sect is not only the face of the sect, but also a role model for all disciples. To work as a servant for a powerful family is undoubtedly a slap in the face of the sect and tells people in the martial arts world that our sect has trained people. In the future, all disciples will be working as cattle and horses for others!
The third elder led several elders and knelt down together and said, "I beg the leader to drink water and think about the source. After all, our Yijian Sect is supported by the imperial court. After all, we cannot and should not follow in the footsteps of the Sword Immortal Sect!"
Nangong Yu let out a long sigh and glanced at the many elders below who lowered their heads and dared not raise their heads. "The wind will always be blown away by the rain and the wind. So what if he is as strong as the Sword Immortal? He only has one sword. How can he withstand it?" Get thousands of troops!"
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Jianzhong Mountain.
"Your food has arrived!" Wang Xiaoer shivered and placed the lunch box, which was already half light, on the ground.
However, Nangong Wenjian, who was sitting next to the mound in front of him, turned a deaf ear and still sat cross-legged, as if he was asleep.
At this time, several figures appeared from behind the surrounding stone monuments, rushing toward the lunch boxes in the open space.
Wang Xiaoer couldn't help feeling timid, and took two steps back, pulling the old man behind him, "Elder, why don't we leave first? It won't be too late to come back to get their lunch boxes after they finish eating."
But at this time, the old man seemed to have changed. He changed his previous cynicism and stared at Nangong Wenjian with a serious face, his eyes as deep as the water in an ancient well, bottomless.
Seeing that the elder he was trying so hard to please seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit, Wang Xiaoer didn't know what to do for a moment and could only stand tightly behind the old man, not daring to move.
Seeing each unkempt prisoner carve up all the food in the lunch box and leaving, Wang Xiaoer carefully stepped forward to pick up the lunch box.
At this time, Nangong Wenjian suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Wang Xiaoer.
Feeling the gaze on him, Wang Xiaoer swallowed and handed the empty lunch box to Nangong Wenjian, "Senior Brother Nangong, you... you woke up late and the food is gone."
Wang Xiaoer had already heard about what Nangong Wenjian did, and Wang Xiaoer had met Nangong Wenjian several times when he was working as a handyman.
When Nangong Wenjian heard this, he just nodded silently, closed his eyes and said nothing.
Wang Xiaoer picked up the lunch box and was about to turn around and leave, but after taking two steps, he seemed to think of something, turned back as if he had made some determination, and walked to Nangong Wenjian's side.
"Senior Brother Nangong, if you don't mind, just eat this." Wang Xiaoer took out a tightly wrapped chicken drumstick wrapped in several layers of oil paper from his arms, and carefully handed it to Nangong Wenjian, "This is what I secretly left before. Down."
Nangong Wenjian hesitated for a moment, looked at Wang Xiaoer's somewhat fearful eyes, and finally took the chicken leg.
Wang Xiaoer immediately turned and left.
Looking at Wang Xiaoer's hurried steps as if running for his life, Nangong Wenjian frowned slightly, seeming a little confused.
"It is said that the old Sword Immortal who founded the Sword Immortal Sect had an innate sword body and was born with the ability to sense the way of the sword." The old man suddenly said.
Nangong Wenjian just stared at the chicken drumstick in his hand silently.
Seeing that Nangong Wenjian didn't say a word, the old man turned to look at the mound, with a trace of reminiscence flashing in his eyes, "Every stone monument here is buried with an elder or disciple who died in the Sword Immortal Sect."
After saying that, the old man turned around and disappeared among the stone monuments, as if he had merged with them.
Nangong Wenjian looked at the mound in front of him thoughtfully, "Sword Immortal Sect..."
Not long after, several disciples from the Discipline Academy led several elders to Nangong Wenjian and took him away.
The old man's figure appeared again at the edge of the mound. He looked at the back of Nangong Wenjian at the foot of the mountain and said softly, "You gave him the inheritance of the Sword Immortal Sect because you took a fancy to his talent?"
"Is it because he looks more like the old swordsman?"
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Yongzhou border.
Thousands of miles of yellow sand in the Western Desert rages endlessly, intruding on the border of Yongzhou, leaving almost no grass growing on this land.
However, even in this barren land, there is also a wonderful scenery.
Li Bai, the poet of Tianxia Academy, once wrote a majestic poem, "The solitary smoke is straight in the desert, and the sun sets over the long river."
There is also "Far above the Yellow River, among the white clouds, there is an isolated city called Wanren Mountain".
In this borderland, the Yumen Pass stands impressively to prevent the invasion of the ancient Western Desert countries.
At this time, outside Yumen Pass, there was a tea stall.
Several tea guests with unknown origins were gathered around chatting about everything they had seen and heard, laughing or exclaiming from time to time.
What they might have been drinking was worthless cheap tea, but what they were talking about might be the secret affairs of the rich and powerful!
"If you ask me, there are so many major events that have happened in our Yumen Pass recently. One of them is that Lord Muwu of our state announced the suspension of all trade with the ancient country of the Western Desert."
"Of course, although this ancient Western Desert country has been in a civil war, and the forces of the ancient court and the New Dynasty have been fighting endlessly. However, our Kyushu is also in a civil war now. If this ancient Western Desert country takes the opportunity to make a sneak attack, once Yumen Pass is lost, Chang'an City will be destroyed. Bear the brunt!”
"Although our Yumen Pass is usually peaceful, the road after the pass is smooth, and Chang'an City can be seen at a glance!"
"But I heard recently that our Yumen Escort Bureau seems to have been purchasing fruits, vegetables, salt, iron and other goods within the customs, and it seems that we are preparing to secretly transport them to the Western Desert!"
"The bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish! Now that we have cut off trade with the Western Desert, once these in-demand goods are sold there, we may make a lot of money!"
"One more thing. I heard that just yesterday outside Yumen Pass, the guy known as the Gun King of Northland was killed!"
"Yes, it is said that that night someone saw two figures, one large and one small, coming out of their territory from a distance."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it seems that guy has a false reputation and claims to be the king of guns! These gangsters fight and kill all day long, they deserve to die!"
"Who says otherwise? It is said that after the government sent people to collect the bodies, they didn't even bother to try the case. Once they were buried, everything was fine."
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Listening to everyone's discussion, Tianyin, the elder of Tianxian Pavilion, frowned.
"It looks like we can't find any clues again!" Li San said in a low voice.
Zhang San said listlessly, "Let me just pack up and go back to Tianyin Pavilion. Didn't Elder Diyin send a message two days ago asking us to prepare to go back to participate in the martial arts conference?"
Tianyin looked at the towering Yumenguan city gate not far away and couldn't help but sigh.
It turns out that just some time ago, cases of mysterious deaths of warriors appeared one after another in the martial arts world.
At this time, Tianxian Pavilion was quickly alerted, so Elder Tianyin led Li San, Zhang and San who were wandering outside to investigate the matter.
After some investigation, they discovered that the deceased were all masters with guns, and had been in contact with a pair of people who seemed to have a master-student relationship.
So, after studying the time and place of the deceased, they felt that the two men would probably regard the Northland Spear King as their next target, so they immediately set off to Yumen Pass, hoping to wait and see.
As a result, the group arrived a step too late!
"All cases seem to involve this pair of masters and apprentices, and their purpose is very strong. They want to find gun masters to duel, and after the fight, they will kill everyone who has met them." Tianyin murmured. road.
"It seems that our analysis is correct. It took these two people nearly half a year to kill all the way from Yuzhou. Including the spear king, they have killed a total of thirty spear masters. The lowest level is only three levels, and the highest level is seven levels. In the early stage." Li San said with twinkling eyes, "If I remember correctly, Elder Tianyin, your realm is at the mid-seventh level!"
Tianyin nodded and said, "However, there are records in Tianxian Pavilion that this Northland Spear King accidentally went crazy during a training some time ago, which caused his strength to plummet. Although he is still at the early stage of the seventh rank on the surface, he may actually still be at the early stage. Not as good as a sixth-grade warrior who has reached the perfect realm. Don’t worry, even if the murderer really has the initial strength of the seventh-grade, I can protect your lives."
"But how can we investigate now? We can't meet these officials on the Yongzhou border, and the corpses there are buried. Is it possible that we caught two masters and apprentices who looked like they were using guns on the street? Just ask, are you two the ones who killed me?" Zhang San cried bitterly.
He could not stand the hardship at all. Originally, after handling the matter in Ghost Doctor Valley, he and Li San were planning to wander around the world and never return to Tianxian Pavilion. Unexpectedly, Tianyin caught the two of them and then kept them with him to deal with the matter. In charge of various affairs of Tianxian Pavilion.
While Zhang San was complaining, he took a casual glance and discovered two suspicious people in the corner of the tea stall!
One person is thin and his whole body is covered in a black robe, and his face cannot be seen clearly. The other person is a young man with a tall body and a dark face. There is a stick-like object wrapped in black cloth next to him.
Zhang San screamed in his heart, there is no such thing as such a coincidence in the world!
At the same time, the man in black robe in the corner whispered, "Have you been discovered yet? There are still so many nosy guys in this paralyzed martial arts world."
The calloused hands of the boy beside him had already been placed on the cloth bag beside him, and his whole aura suddenly changed, as if a tiger was about to choose someone to devour.
But the next moment, the man in black robe stretched out a smooth and delicate hand and put it on the young man's shoulder. His voice was as light as a yellow parrot singing, "Tao Immortal, it's not time for you to take action yet."
The young man named Daoxian immediately calmed down after hearing this, and his tense body immediately relaxed.
"Let's go out and say hello to these friends."
The man in black robe slowly stood up and left the tea stall holding the Taoist Immortal's shoulders. Under the black robe, a face that looked fair and flawless was like that of an independent immortal.
When they passed by Tianyin and his party, Tianyin and Li San both stared at the cloth bag carried behind Daoxian.
Soon after the two left the tea stall, Tianyin and his party also got up and left.
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