Chapter 3357: Cutting Off a Hundred Years of Luck with a Sword, Sacrificing One's Life for Justice

"Humph, since you don't want to, then there is no need for the trees full of Ancestral Sophora locust leaves to exist!"

Zhou Jue snorted coldly, and the fear on his waist was unsheathed in an instant. The clang of the sword resounded throughout the world. The sword light was bright and the sword energy was condensed. It whizzed out and headed straight for the lush and lush thousand-year-old locust tree.

"Crack!"

There was a slight sound, and a green and tender locust leaf fell from the crown of the tree, swaying in the spring breeze, like jasper and jade, shining slightly, a golden font flashed, and then disappeared.

The sword light gently circled the thousand-year-old locust tree. Countless leaves of the ancestral shade locust tree fell off the branches, and the luck was greatly reduced. The green ancient locust tree turned withered and yellow. The sword light then flew back again and disappeared into the Weiyin Immortal Sword. The crisp sound of the sword sounded in the void, making people feel chilly in their hearts.

"If the Yao family hadn't been willing to give up an ancestral shade of incense to protect Chen Pingan this time, I would have uprooted this thousand-year-old locust tree today. I'll see how you collect the incense of luck!"

Zhou Jue's face was frosty, and the five fingers of his right hand were holding the hilt of the sword. His sword was bright and his mind was clear. He could sense several powerful qi hidden in the void. He took a step forward and looked up into the void. Not afraid, even faintly excited, fighting spirit rose, a monstrous sword intent shot straight into the sky, causing the formation in Lizhu Cave to pause slightly, and he spoke loudly.

Those ancient and powerful auras communicated with each other, and seemed to be very afraid of Zhou Jue's supreme edge. They just touched the supreme sword intent lightly, and then hurriedly dissipated and chose to give in.

"My family can't afford to offend him, but he is actually a pure sword cultivator in the 14th realm, and his combat power is close to that of the founder of the three religions!"

"It turns out that he is the sword madman from the Great Wall of Sword Qi. He has no taboos and is invincible. His strength is not as good as that of others. You should just endure it!"

"He is Zhou Jue. I once heard the Lisheng of the Confucian Temple say about this person. He and Meng Liang, the only son of Yasheng, went deep into the wilderness world. They asked the sword to support the great ancestor of Yueshan and cut off one-third of the fate of the wilderness world. First, we cannot contend with such a ferocious man, so we can only consider ourselves unlucky!"

"Had I known this, it would have been better to give up the incense ancestral shade of a locust leaf to protect the rootless grass, and there would be no need to suffer such a heavy loss. This sword at least killed our family's century-old incense ancestral shade. Only Old Man Yao's family was spared. Yu Difficulty!"

Zhou Jue looked at the retreating breaths, with a look of disappointment on his face. His sword was ready to move, but it couldn't be stained with blood. He reluctantly let go of the hilt and said coldly.

"You guys are wise!"

Qi Jingchun watched this scene calmly, handed the Yao family's locust leaf to Chen Pingan, and warned.

"Chen Ping'an, this is Yao, are you willing to risk your life and repay your kindness to the Yao family?! To be honest, even without this leaf, you may not have a chance of survival, so you have to think clearly!"

"That's not necessary, it's just an incense ancestral shade. If you don't want to, I will change your destiny for you, repair your fate, and help you accumulate luck!"

When Zhou Jue heard this, he showed some disapproval on his face. Although a locust leaf was a help in times of need, it was not worth Chen Ping'an's efforts. He quickly spoke to the straw-shoe boy.

The young man clasped his hands together, gently held the locust leaves in his palms, nodded solemnly, and promised.

"As long as I am alive for one day, as long as the person surnamed Yao is related to him, as Mr. Qi said before, even if he falls into a well, even if he must die trying to save others, I, Chen Pingan, will definitely save him!"

In an instant, the world became silent again, and only the young man's unswerving clear voice sounded, making people silent.

"Are you telling the truth this time?!"

"It's true!"

Chen Pingan showed a bright and clean smile on his face, looked at Qi Jingchun and Zhou Jue with bright eyes, and then added.

"Thank you Mr. Zhou for defending me!"

Zhou Jue closed his eyes, with a cold and indifferent expression, "Keep strangers away", his red lips moved, and he said with some displeasure.

"You're welcome. Since you have chosen this path, just don't regret it in the future!"

Chen Ping'an was not forced back by Zhou Jue's indifference. Instead, he felt that the cold face of the swordsman in front of him was very kind, and his eyes were a little more intimate. The boy in straw sandals has been struggling to survive since his parents passed away. He has suffered from warmth and cold for a long time. He has seen the harshness of the world, and he can clearly feel the kindness hidden under Zhou Jue's cold face.

"Cai Jinjian and Fu Nanhua will be left to my disposal. Now that you have this locust leaf, don't underestimate life and death. Living well is the greatest reward for your parents."

"As for the three forces of Yunxia Mountain, Old Dragon City and True Lord Jiejiang, I dare not say that they will never come to cause trouble for you, but they will definitely not come to cause trouble for you within ten years."

Qi Jingchun looked at Chen Pingan again, with a gentle and elegant expression, and said to him.

Zhou Jue curled his lips when he heard this, turned back, and left only one sentence.

"Chen Ping'an, don't be afraid. I was the one who instigated you to take action this time. Whoever is dissatisfied will be convinced by the sword in my hand!"

Zhou Jue's back disappeared from the sight of Qi Jingchun and Qi Jingchun. Chen Pingan then raised his head and looked at Qi Jingchun, frowned slightly, thought for a moment and said.

"Sir, you have done so much for me, the rest is entirely up to you!"

Chen Ping'an was polite and knew what was good and what was good. He respected Qi Jingchun very much and did not object to his proposal and spoke.

Qi Jingchun showed a satisfied smile on her face, nodded, her eyes full of appreciation, pulled out a jade hairpin inserted in her bun, bent down and handed it to the Chicheng boy, and spoke slowly.

"This hairpin is given to you. It is not a valuable item, nor is it an item belonging to an immortal family. You can accept it with confidence."

"Actually, I was just like you. I was once a boy from a back alley. I studied hard and went through many hardships and encounters, and then I entered the Cliff Academy. The period when I was studying under a teacher was the happiest time in my life, Qi Jingchun. Later, When my husband came out of the mountain, he gave me this hairpin as a kind of expectation and entrustment to me. Looking back now, I have not done well over the years. If my husband knew about it, he would be very disappointed! "

This jade hairpin contains the master-disciple friendship between Qi Jingchun and the old scholar. The friendship is far more important than the treasure. How dare Chen Pingan accept it?

"If this thing is left here with me, it can only be buried with me! Chen Ping'an, you are very good, you have solved the knot in my heart that has lasted for decades. This hairpin is a thank you gift, so feel free to accept it!"

Chen Pingan hesitated for a moment, then respectfully took the jade hairpin made of ordinary material with both hands, and expressed his sincere thanks.

"Chen Ping'an, remember, no matter what happens in the future, don't lose hope in this world!"

Qi Jingchun watched the poor young man accept the hairpin with a face filled with relief. The relics of his mentor could be given to this pure and sincere young man, and it would not dishonor his old man's reputation.

Qi Jingchun looked at the back of the young man who left, then turned to look into the void beside him. A figure appeared again. It was Zhou Jue, a pure swordsman in the Fourteenth realm who had left before. His green robe was fluttering in the spring breeze, and his face was solemn. A pair of sword eyes flashed with sword light, and the whole body was sharp and sharp. The sword was so powerful that even the thousand-year-old locust tree behind him kept shaking, as if it could not withstand such momentum.

"Qi Jingchun, you are really stupid for studying. You actually plan to risk your life just to protect the six thousand residents in Lizhu Cave. Have you forgotten your pursuit of the great road and don't you want to restore the reputation of your literary saint lineage? "

The old scholar appeared in Qi Jingchun's mind, and the scenes in the past were still fresh in his memory. There was a look of nostalgia and determination on his face, and he said slowly.

"Life is what I want, and what I want is more than life, so I don't want to get it; death is what I hate, and what I hate is more than the dead, so I won't avoid it."

"What a man who sacrificed his life for righteousness. He is indeed the most talented Qi Jingchun in the literary sage lineage. With the three religions united into one, he is expected to become the founder of the sect!"

Zhou Jue touched his palms and admired, the flying sword on his waist was buzzing, and the sound of the sword was like the sound of nature, touching and intoxicating.

"However, if I tell you that Wen Sheng is still alive, I wonder if I can change your decision?!"

Literary Sage is the fourth sage of Confucianism and a great monk in the Fourteenth Realm. He proposed the theory of evil nature and merit. He practiced Taoism at the age of forty and reached the Fourteenth Realm at the age of a hundred. He was the fastest to reach the Fourteenth Realm in ten thousand years. A monk in this realm, among the secular dynasties, the highest honor he had ever achieved was that of a scholar, so he was also called the old scholar.

The old scholar had five direct disciples, namely Cui Chan, Zuo Zuo, Liu Shiliu, Qi Jingchun, and Chen Ping'an in the future. He once stepped down a middle-earth mountain with one foot, then ran to the sky and stretched his neck, letting the Dao Lao Er of Qing Ming World chop him down. Later, he represented Confucianism in a debate among the three religions. His knowledge made several Buddhist and Taoist disciples who were extremely talented in both Buddhism and Taoism resolutely switch to Confucianism. After winning the last debate among the three religions, the old scholar sat upright, stretched out his hands and said: Please invite Taoist and Buddha to take a seat! This shows how popular he is!

Qi Jingchun was shocked when he heard this, his eyes widened to the maximum extent, he looked at Zhou Jue excitedly, and asked loudly.

"Is this true?"

"Of course it's true!"

Zhou Jue looked at the emotional Qi Jingchun with a calm expression and spoke calmly.

"In the battle between the Three and Four that year, although your Literary Sage lineage was seemingly defeated, this does not mean that the Lesser Sage and the Li Sage really won!"

The March 4th Controversy refers to the debate within Confucianism about whether human nature is inherently good or inherently evil. This debate was initiated by Wen Sheng and Ya Sheng. Wen Sheng advocated meritorious service and believed that human nature is inherently evil, while Ya Sheng promoted rituals and music and advocated that human nature is inherently good. This debate not only related to the academic direction within Confucianism, but also had a profound impact on the actual political and social levels. Both sides promoted "rituals and music" and "services" in the two great dynasties of the Middle-earth continent, and over the past sixty years For the deadline, compare the pros and cons.

However, at that time, the world was troubled internally and externally. Considering the overall situation, Wen Sheng chose to sacrifice the outcome of his personal doctrine to safeguard the overall interests of Confucianism and the world. He sacrificed the life and death of one person and one lineage in exchange for the peace of the world.

"After this defeat, the old scholar imprisoned himself in the Forest of Merit in the Confucian Temple. Everyone outside thought he was dead, even you disciples!"

Zhou Jue's gaze was like a sword, piercing through the endless void. He saw the old scholar who had imprisoned himself in the merit forest. His face was full of wrinkles, his eyes were cloudy, and his expression was peaceful and gentle. There was no trace of sadness on his face, but a smile. There are some people who look disrespectful and unkempt.

"Hey, who are you, kid? You can actually spy on the Merit Forest of the Confucian Temple from thousands of miles away. You are worthy of being a pure swordsman in the Fourteenth Realm, and the strength far exceeds that of the Fourteenth Realm monks in the three religions!"

The old scholar straightened up his bent waist, with a look of curiosity on his face. He noticed a sharp and deep gaze, smacked his lips, and asked in surprise.

"As expected of a literary saint, you can actually detect my gaze!"

"Junior Sword Qi Great Wall Sword Cultivator Zhou Jue!"

A clear voice sounded in the merit forest and reached the ears of the old scholar, making him secretly surprised.

"I didn't expect that such a young pure sword cultivator of the Fourteenth Realm would appear on the Great Wall of Sword Qi. It's really amazing. I'm going to give you the title of the monk who has reached the Fourteenth Realm the fastest in ten thousand years!"

The old scholar was knowledgeable and knowledgeable, and he roughly judged Zhou Jue's age from this voice. He was even more shocked that he had reached the fourteenth realm in less than a hundred years, and he was a pure swordsman. This kind of talent even surpassed the ancestors of the three religions. It can be called the first among human beings.

"Is your master Chen Qingdu?"

"Master Ning Heng!"

Zhou Jue's voice was a little heavy, and then he withdrew his gaze, leaving only the old scholar thinking.

"Ning Heng, who is this? You can actually teach such an amazing and talented disciple!"

Zhou Jue stared at Qi Jingchun with penetrating eyes, very curious about what decision he would make after learning that his mentor, the old scholar, was still alive.

"It is certainly a joyful thing that my mentor is still alive in the world, but this will not change my mind. How can I, a Confucian child, sacrifice my righteousness for life?"

"If I did this, I would not be able to face my mentor in this life!"

Qi Jingchun was determined, practiced the truth in her heart, and was unwilling to live an ignoble existence. She still chose to sacrifice her life for righteousness, not to waste the teachings of her mentor.

"Dead-hearted! You deserve to die!"

Zhou Jue's mouth was full of curses, but deep down in his eyes there was appreciation. A gentleman does something and something he doesn't do. Qi Jingchun acted in order to practice the truth in his heart, and he did not regret it even if he died.

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Jue's figure became illusory again, blended into the void, and left here, leaving only Qi Jingchun alone in the same place, with complex expressions on his face, including determination, no regrets, happiness, and nostalgia. There are all kinds of thoughts in my mind that are difficult to describe in words.

"It's great that my mentor is still alive!"

After a long time, an inexplicable voice echoed, and Qi Jingchun's soul appeared in the alley again. Looking at Cai Jinjian and Fu Nanhua lying on the ground, they began to use their great magical powers to bring them back to life.

In Mud Bottle Alley, in the simple courtyard, a flame was burning. There was a jar on it. The medicinal materials in the jar had been boiled and bubbling. A scent of medicine filled the entire courtyard. Zhou Jue sat at the door of the house. On the small bench in front of him, he looked at Chen Pingan guarding the decoction, with a look of boredom on his face, and he said.

"Zhenjiang Master Liu Zhimao was the culprit. I cut off one of his arms, and he was so frightened that he led Gu Can and his family to leave Lizhu Cave."

"As for Cai Jinjian and Fu Nanhua, these two are not good birds. If Qi Jingchun hadn't intervened, you would have killed them! Of course, you will also have to face the encirclement and suppression of the two forces in the future!"

"But now that Qi Jingchun has rescued Cai Jinjian, Fu Nanhua, Yunxia Mountain, and Old Dragon City, they will naturally not target you again. This can be regarded as solving a problem for you!"

"The reason why you were robbed this time was entirely because of the little loach that Gu Can took from you. It was a water dragon. It is one of the biggest opportunities in Lizhu Cave!"

"But your luck is shallow and your luck is poor. You are like a grass without roots. This kind of great opportunity is more of a disaster than a blessing for you. You cannot keep it at all, and it will also lead to death!"

"I know!"

Chen Pingan looked calm and continued to cook the medicine, adjusting the heat from time to time without caring about it at all.

"You know shit!"

Zhou Jue rolled his eyes and cursed angrily. He felt sorry for Chen Ping'an, a good person who was a good person, but angry at him.

"There are two most important things in this world, one is truth and the other is fists. If you don't have fists, no one will care about your truth!"

"Whether others listen or not, the truth is the truth."

Chen Pingan stuck his buttocks out, observed the medicinal materials carefully, and spoke stubbornly. He seemed to have noticed that there was no movement behind him, and looked back with a guilty conscience, and confirmed again.

"Right?"

"You big-headed devil!"

Zhou Jue directly scolded the boy in straw sandals, "The nose is not the nose, the eyes are not the eyes, Chen Ping'an is not happy anywhere."

In the room, Ning Yao, who was sitting on the wooden bed, listened to the chat between the two of them, with a bright smile on his heroic face, and looked at his senior brother with great pride.

Decocting medicine is a delicate job, and Chen Ping'an did it meticulously and immersed himself in it. He poured the fried medicine into the bowl, picked it up with both hands, brought it into the house, and handed it to Ning Yao.

"Is your left hand okay?"

Ning Yao looked at the cotton-wrapped palm, took the medicine bowl, and asked with some concern. She was very fond of the stubborn and simple poor boy. She knew that her senior brother was the same, otherwise with Zhou Jue's lazy character, I won't pay attention to Chen Ping'an.

"It's okay. When I used to be a kiln worker, my hands were often injured. Later, an old man in Yang's shop told me a secret recipe that is extremely effective for these injuries. I have already applied it with medicine!"

Ning Yao then nodded with relief, raised his head and drank the dark medicine. His long eyebrows, which were not like willow leaves but like narrow knives, frowned slightly, and handed the empty bowl to Chen without changing his expression. Safety.

The girl wiped the residue of the medicinal soup from the corner of her mouth with her thumb, straightened her sitting posture, and said to the boy in straw sandals seriously.

"Although Qi Jingchun helped you tie the knot and let you live without worries, you have to know that when manpower will eventually be exhausted, even a saint is no exception. Although my senior brother's words are not pleasant, they are not unreasonable. In this world, every drop of water It’s okay to repay the kindness I received, but I can’t be a bad person. If someone glares at me, I will definitely retaliate!”

Ning Yao raised her little head high, feeling extremely proud in her heart. Her words were so learned. She stared at Chen Pingan with her big eyes, trying to find shock, admiration and doubt on the boy's face.

Chen Pingan looked calm and didn't react much, which made the proud girl angry. She lowered her head and said unhappily.

"You deserve to be bullied!"

Zhou Jue saw this scene, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised. His laughter gradually became unbridled and resounded throughout the room, making the girl's pretty face red and extremely embarrassed.

"Hahaha, Junior Sister, you haven't read many books, so don't be picky about words. A drop of water should be returned with a spring, and a small grudge should be repaid. These should be the few idioms you know!"