Chapter 9 Abandoned from the academy, the devil is originally a Taoist! Minshan.
In the dense forest at the Beishan Pass, a middle-aged man in green clothes holding an iron sword slowly appeared in everyone's sight.
There were guards and soldiers holding strong attack crossbows and shooting at them, but they were all blocked by the iron sword in the hand of the man in green.
The guards rushed forward, and the middle-aged man walked with a sword, his steps were like ghosts and ghosts, which was quite strange.
Lu Qingchen couldn't stop coughing and said, "Great swordsman, a disciple of the academy?"
"I didn't expect that the academy disciples were also involved in this matter, but the academy disciples actually interfered with politics?"
"Aren't you afraid that the gentleman on the second floor will go down the mountain and kill you for such an act of deceiving the master and destroying the ancestor?"
There was an academy in the Tang Dynasty, and there was a dean named Confucius.
There is a back hill in the academy, and a two-story building above the back hill. The Master often lived here, accompanied by twelve disciples.
Because the master's twelve disciples are too senior, they are called Mr. The middle-aged man in green clothes looked at the frightened soldiers and said with a sigh: "They are all the victims of big shots. I just follow my own way, so naturally you will not survive."
Then the middle-aged man in blue clothes looked at Chen Xuan, who was looking at the court with confidence, saluted and asked: "May I ask this gentleman, what is a Taoist friend?"
If you don't understand something, you should not be ashamed to ask. This is what the academy taught him.
Chen Xuan looked at the middle-aged man in green with strange sword skills and explained: "Anyone who seeks the Tao can be called a Taoist friend."
Although the Dharma has three vehicles and immortals are divided into five levels, no matter whether it is a side sect, a left path, or a demonic path, they all have the word Tao.
Even if you are seeking the Tao, you are also seeking friends on the road.
Although there is a theory that different ways do not conspire with each other, this way is different because of the different ways of walking, not the difference in seeking the way.
Dao, how can you despise it because the way you seek does not achieve much.
Those who hold on to this, on the contrary, are inferior.
The middle-aged man in green clothes considered Chen Xuan's words and said, "Sir, you can be called a real person!"
Then he looked at Lu Qingchen and said with a smile: "So I am an abandoned disciple of the academy, and what I do has nothing to do with the academy."
The iron sword was in the hands of the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi, it was as sharp as an antelope's horns, anyone who touched it would die.
Lu Qingchen thought, the dagger rose into the air, and bumped into the iron sword of the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi.
There were sounds of gold and iron clashing, and little sparks were faintly flying.
Rather, Ning Que was very interested in watching it. It turned out that this was a battle between practitioners, and he couldn't stop it, whether it was the iron sword in the middle-aged man's hand in Tsing Yi, or the short sword in Lu Qingchen's hand.
So he wants to enter the academy, he wants to practice, and he wants to take revenge.
As the battle continued, Lu Qingchen was out of breath, and the two breath adjustments made Lu Qingchen consume a lot of mental energy.
The mind master is indeed very strong, but once the sword master gets close to him, no matter how powerful the mind master is, he cannot use his weak body to engage in a hearty fight with the sword master.
Maybe some geniuses can do it, such as close combat between mind masters and sword masters, but Lu Qingchen is not a person favored by Haotian, so Lu Qingchen thinks he can't do anything.
The guards died gradually, and there were not many soldiers left, except for the elite barbarians who still had their bows and arrows in their hands.
But the threat of sparse arrows to a great swordsman is almost no threat at all.
Lu Qingchen formed seals with both hands, and mobilized the last thoughts in his body. In an instant, Lu Qingchen's thoughts poured into the internal organs of the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi.
The middle-aged man in green clothes stopped, looked at Lu Qingchen solemnly, and said, "I didn't expect that Lu Qingchen, who is enshrined at the south gate of Haotian Dao, would abandon his sword and practice meditation, and enter the cave mysterious realm."
"It's just a pity that the breath adjustment you just performed was interrupted. Although my internal organs are injured, I'm afraid Mr. Kiyotomi doesn't have the strength to fight anymore."
Blood oozed from Lu Qingchen's five sense organs, and flowed down to the lower jaw.
A relaxed look appeared on the face of the middle-aged man in green, and the vitality of the surrounding world gathered crazily and poured into his body.
"The sky is covered by the night, and the general is restless. I don't care whether it's the prince or Xiahou. Today I'm only here to kill His Royal Highness the Princess."
Even before the murder, the student who was expelled from the academy still seemed very graceful.
Li Yu, who was holding the child, stretched out his right hand, which did not touch the spring water, and grabbed Chen Xuan's dusty Ming-made Taoist robe.
It seemed that he wanted to say something, but the words came to his lips, but he couldn't say them again.
"The people in the academy use the method of the Demon Sect to kill people, aren't you afraid of being punished by heaven?"
Lu Qingchen, who was paralyzed on the ground with his mind exhausted, was extremely frightened when he saw this scene.
Maybe a great swordsman can't do anything to Chen Xuan, but how should a great swordsman bewitched, this Mr. Chen, deal with it?
Ning Que picked up the black and thin Sangsang and was about to leave, the victory and defeat had already been divided, so they should stay here to pay for their death? The carriage was not far behind Chen Xuan. After Ning Que thought for a few moments, he held a military bow and walked towards his old carriage.
All their wealth was in that dilapidated carriage. Besides, would a high-ranking man like the great swordsman still pay attention to the actions of a pawn?
The middle-aged man in green clothes did not answer Lu Qingchen's question. Instead, he looked at Chen Xuan and asked, "Sir, do you think that becoming a demon means that you have decided on the right path?"
Becoming a demon is an extremely painful thing, forcibly absorbing the vitality of the world into the body.
To take possession of the gifts belonging to Haotian is to become a demon. Since ancient times, those who have been possessed by demons have suffered a bad death.
It's for Heaven's punishment!
Feeling the pulling force of the corner of his clothes, Chen Xuan said calmly: "What is a demon? Although you are seeking the Tao, you are regarded as a Taoist friend, but you are obsessed with the devil's shape and cannot get the magic. Your path has gone astray, but you chose to die alone. , and to do this is considered to be attached to the heart.”
"But Her Royal Highness agreed to me and let me enter the academy. It just so happens that I am a person with such a breeze in my sleeves."
"Of course we cannot allow fellow Taoist to kill Her Royal Highness the Princess."
At that time, Li Yu breathed a sigh of relief and could finally live.
Over there, Lu Qingchen also breathed a sigh of relief, Her Royal Highness can finally go home.
The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi held his sword and said, "Mr.'s words are not unreasonable, so let's fight!"
It was his wish to exchange the death of one person for the peace of the Tang Dynasty.
Chen Xuan looked at the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi who had absorbed a lot of energy from heaven and earth into his body, and said, "There is no distinction between big and small, and there is no precedence. The Tao is the Tao. The road to the road is long, and it is all bones." Overgrown."
"Let me send fellow daoists home today!"
next moment! Chen Xuanyuan moved with clarity, and the majestic vitality of heaven and earth also surged from all directions.
The strong wind danced the giant trees in the dense forest, and the sky changed suddenly in a radius of half a mile, as if the sky was drooping.
Ning Que stopped next to the carriage, and using the carriage's cover, he bent his bow and aimed an arrow at the middle-aged man in blue.
Perhaps this time, some credit can be gained. This young Mr. Chen, who is so young, may not be defeated.
(End of this chapter)
