Chapter 185 Unforgivable

The person who spoke was a Kunlun Sect disciple. In the first half of the Taoist battle, his record was quite good, but after meeting this group of people the day before yesterday, he was delayed for two days. Now it seems that it is very difficult to enter the front row, so he is naturally angry.

What he said was the voice of many people, but no one spoke directly like him.

Nine Qingshan disciples, including Yao Songshan, looked at this person, their eyes were extremely sharp, like real swords.

This Kunlun disciple suddenly remembered the mantra of Qingshan Sword Sect, and his body suddenly became cold.

He even felt that these gazes were a few points colder than the wind in the canyon, so he subconsciously stopped talking.

"Want to bully others?"

Two disciples of the West Sea Sword Sect came out from the crowd and said, "Could it be that this Kunlun Taoist brother is not right?"

Yao Songshan narrowed his eyes slightly, his clothes vibrated slightly, the sword intent was about to come out, and the rest of the Qingshan disciples were also ready to use their swords. This is not a question of bullying others, nor is it a time to dispute the truth. Although they do not agree with Jing Jiu's opinion, how can the disciples of other sects insult their teachers with words, how can they bear it?

At this time, Bai Zao had spoken.

She looked at Jing Jiu and said, "Xishanju replied, denying your request. The tone is very strict, and there may be problems afterwards."

To put it lightly, Jing Jiu's behavior was considered reckless, but to put it more seriously, he was deliberately sabotaging the annual grand gathering of the orthodox practice circle.

Even if he won the first place in the Taoist battle, he should be severely punished afterwards.

Bai Zao really did not expect that Jing Jiu would actually want to leave the snowy field with so many people.

Facing the unknown danger, is it not to face it together, but to escape?

These are really two completely opposite types.

Logically speaking, Bai Zao should look down on such behavior, but she always felt that Jing Jiu was not such a person, so she was just confused and then at a loss.

Jing Jiu said, "I know they won't agree, because I don't have proof, I only have a feeling, so I'm just asking."

The disciple of the Xihai Sword Sect said in a deep voice: "Should we continue to listen to this kind of crazy talk?"

After saying this, he put away his sword pouch and walked into the canyon with his fellow disciples.

Many young disciples also stood up, thinking that they had been delayed for such a long time for no reason, and many of them couldn't help but glance at Jing Jiu when they left.

Even if I don't dare to scold you, I can just take a look at you, right?

Jing Jiu seemed unable to feel the meaning in these eyes, and said, "Disciple Qingshan obeys the order."

Hearing this, the young cultivators in the canyon looked a little terrified, thinking that Xishanju disagreed with you, do you still dare to forcefully stop us?

Qingshan's disciples were also a little surprised, and they followed his advice and stood in front of him.

Jing Jiu ignored the other young practitioners at all, looked at them and said, "Stay, you are ready to leave at any time."

Looking at this scene, Bai Zao's emotions were a bit complicated, thinking that it's no wonder you don't care about Xishanju's reply, it turns out that you just want to bring back the disciples of the Green Mountain Sect.

From the beginning until now, Jing Jiu designed the route to bring these ten teams together, because there are Qingshan disciples in these teams.

He never thought of anything else.

The Qingshan disciples were a little surprised and puzzled, thinking that the teachers had already vetoed it, so why did they leave?

The Kunlun disciple had come to his senses, and he was a little ashamed thinking of the timidity that had arisen in his heart before, and said mockingly: "So the Qingshan disciple is also afraid of death?"

The Qingshan disciples looked at this person with even colder eyes.

That Kunlun disciple was afraid, but looking at the fellow practitioners around him, he mustered up his courage and said, "What? Dare to do it but dare not let people tell you?"

The faces of Qingshan disciples were ugly, and the emotions in their hearts were extremely complicated.

If they do stay and leave later, what does that matter?

When did the Qingshan disciple become a weak person who avoided the battle?

The Liangwang Peak disciple named Lei Yijing was a little annoyed, he looked at Jing Jiu and said, "Jing...uncle, do you think the danger ahead is great?"

Jing Jiu said, "That's right, that's not a danger you young disciples can bear."

The Liangwang Peak disciples had a very bad impression of Jing Jiu.

This time Jing Jiu won the first place in the Taoist competition, which changed Lei Yijing's thinking. Hearing these words, he still couldn't help feeling a strong resistance.

"Cultivators either die of old age or die in the north. These are the two most common ways of returning home for thousands of years."

Lei Yijing said in a deep voice: "When I join Liangwang Peak, I have chosen the latter, so why worry about the danger? Please Master Master!"

"Yes, this was originally a trial."

Bai Zao looked at Jing Jiu and said, "The test of life and death is the true meaning of Dao warfare, and only in this way can the Dao heart be truly peaceful."

Jing Jiu said, "In my opinion, Taoist warfare is meaningless."

Hearing these words, the chaotic canyon suddenly became silent.

Bai Zao was a little unsure of what he heard.

Yin Qingmo and other six young practitioners had been with Jing Jiu from the beginning, and they were most convinced by him.

Even though Jing Jiu caused public outrage, they still stood silently behind Jing Jiu and Bai Zao.

But when they heard this sentence, their expressions became a little uneasy.

Jing Jiu's words directly negate the intention of those legends in the cultivation world to create the Meihui.

"The purpose of practice is longevity. Death and life are the only important things that need to be feared. It is disrespectful to test them casually."

Jing Jiu said: "Besides, whether the Dao Mind is peaceful or not depends on self-examination, and has nothing to do with external things."

The Kunlun disciple felt that this person was simply a lunatic and could not communicate with him at all.

Many young practitioners also shook their heads speechlessly, preparing to leave.

Lei Yijing could no longer control his emotions, and said to Jing Jiu: "Uncle Master, forgive me for not being able to follow orders."

After saying this, he turned and walked into the canyon.

The rest of the Qingshan disciples looked at Jing Jiu with hesitant expressions, not knowing what to do.

Now that there are different voices even among the disciples of Qingshan, what will Jing Jiu do?

Bai Zao looked at him worriedly.

Looking at Lei Yijing's back, Jing Jiu was silent for a while, then raised his right hand.

The iron sword came out of the cloth, turned into a black light, and slashed towards Lei Yijing.

There was an exclamation in the canyon.

Feeling the strong sword intent behind him, Lei Yijing subconsciously called out the flying sword and went up to meet him.

As expected of an excellent disciple of Liangwang Peak, no matter the reaction speed or the speed of the sword, they are extremely timely.

Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang!

The two sword lights traveled at high speed in front of the cliff, colliding with each other constantly. The air waves generated brought countless snow chips, and the powerful sword intent directly invaded the cliff body, and the rocks rustled down.

In an instant, the sword battle was decided.

There was a muffled bang.

Lei Yijing hit the cliff hard and then slid to the ground.

Feijian returned to his side, suspended in the air, making a buzzing sound.

A streak of blood spilled from the corner of Lei Yijing's lips, and his eyes were a little dazed.

Until then, he didn't know what happened.

If he had known that it was Jing Jiu's sword, he would not have dared to return it.

The Qingshan disciples were very surprised, they rushed to the edge of the cliff, helped Lei Yijing up, and after confirming that his injury was not serious, they were relieved.

A young disciple who also came from Liangwang Peak couldn't suppress the grievance in his heart. He looked at Jing Jiu and said, "Master! Why are you doing this?"

The rest of the Qingshan disciples were also a little angry.

Obviously, Jing Jiu's intention was not to allow Lei Yijing to leave, so he did not hesitate to strike Lei Yijing with his sword.

Jing Jiu looked at Qingshan's disciples and said, "It's the same with you, there's nothing you can't forgive, because I won't forgive you."

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If you don't forgive me, you can't go.

Jing Jiu's approach is very tough, it can be said that it is completely unreasonable.

Of course the disciples of Qingshan were not convinced.

They have practiced hard for many years, and finally obtained the qualification through the sword test meeting, and can represent Qingshan to participate in the Taoist war, but they will be forcibly driven away before they have time to show their edge, who can be willing? And this is not the most important thing, the most important thing is the prestige of the Qingshan sect, is it going to be damaged because of them?

If they really listened to Jing Jiu's wishes and quit the Taoist war today, the Qingshan Sect would definitely become a laughing stock in the practice world.

The question is, what can they do if they refuse to accept it?

Jing Jiu is younger and has been in the mountain gate for a shorter time than them, but he is Shenmo Peak's uncle after all.

Do they still dare to draw their swords against each other?

Thinking of this possible scene, the hands of Qingshan disciples trembled slightly.

Yao Songshan stared at them and shouted in a deep voice: "Don't you dare to offend me? Do you want to go to Shangde Peak to be punished by thousands of swords piercing your heart!"

Those Qingshan disciples bowed their heads and were speechless, of course they didn't dare to strike Jing Jiu with their swords, they just felt wronged and disappointed.

"I didn't expect to see the good show of Qingshan Sword Sect fighting against each other."

The Xihai Sword Sect disciple laughed and said: "Oh, no, I was wrong, it should be the uncle who is afraid of death teaching the nephews who are ashamed."

Jing Jiu took a look at this person.

Bai Zao knew that it was not good, and knew that it was too late for him to speak out to stop him, so he sacrificed the magic weapon without hesitation.

The sleeves were blown up by the cold wind, and a magic weapon appeared in front of the cliff, about the size of a wine glass, and shaped a bit like the Qingxin Bell of the Xuanling Sect.

The magic weapon grows in the wind, and turns into a small bell in an instant. The whole body is black and dark in color, as if it is made of bronze, but there are countless dark lights flowing in it, which has an indescribable beauty and coercion.

"The streamer clock!"

There were several exclamations from the crowd.