Chapter 186 Breaking off friendship and righteousness The atmosphere in the hall was extremely serious, and time seemed to have first thing Yang Lie thought of was that the actions of those two people were tantamount to declaring open war on the Trinity Sect. It is well known that the feud between Wu Gensheng, Quan Xing and Sanyi Sect has reached the point of no return. How will outsiders view the brotherhood between Xu Xin and Dong Chang? Does this represent the intention of the Tang Sect? The Yingzhu Society, Sinye Sand, and Wannian Shou, which had expanded rapidly in the past few years, were nearly uprooted after being embroiled in disputes with the Sanyi Sect. All of their top leaders died, and they have now been expelled from the mainland. With the current strength of the Tang Sect, it is far less than the combined strength of these three assassination forces. If the Sanyi Sect really wants to be held accountable, I am afraid that the Tang Sect will not be able to withstand the tremendous pressure. "There is a reason for this, Headmaster." Tang Jian still wanted to speak up for his two fellow apprentices, but he felt very heavy-hearted. Even though others did not stop him, he felt as if his throat was blocked by a heavy object, and it was difficult for him to speak in their defense. In the end, he had to change the subject: "Please allow me to arrest these two and interrogate them thoroughly." Before Tang Bingwen could respond, Master Hong frowned and rejected the idea: "How are you going to go alone?!" "Let's not talk about these two evil creatures. What is the current situation? If they are colluding with other evil creatures, will they let you take the people away easily if you go there?" Yang Lie analyzed slowly: "Uncle Jian, you really can't go on this matter. Now we should find a way to call the two back and make a long-term plan." "The forces involved are not just ours. There are also Huode Sect, Yanwu Hall, and Tianshi Mansion. They all have good relations with the Sanyi Sect, not to mention that they have all joined the wartime alliance."
"As long as we talk it over, there should be room for maneuver." "Let's see how these sects handle it first. We should try to imprison Xu Xin and Dong Chang before the result comes out. We should also have a balance between killing them and keeping them alive. The most important thing is to find out what happened. If they were trapped by the devil and forced to swear brotherhood to survive, then it is understandable." Yang Lie's mind was terrifyingly calm. He was not speaking for those two people. He was just making corresponding suggestions from the perspective of maintaining the greatest interests of the Tang Sect. Tang Bingwen felt deeply disappointed, as if all the strength had been drained from his body. Rather than becoming sworn brothers with the devil, the old man would rather his two disciples accidentally died in the process of practicing Dan Shi. "Tang Jian." "Send a carrier pigeon to find them and tell them that I'm seriously ill and want to see them." Tang Bingwen felt physically and mentally exhausted. When he closed his eyes slightly, he thought of the many disciples who had died because of Quan Xing. Those familiar faces made him feel ashamed. As the head of the sect and a master, he failed to take good care of his disciples, which was his fault. "Yes, I'll go right away." Tang Jian nodded, stood up, left the hall, and went to arrange the carrier pigeons used for communication. A feeling of depression accumulated in Tang Bingwen's chest made him silent for a long time. At this moment, he vaguely understood what had caused him to feel uneasy half a year ago. From the beginning to the end, we should not have let these two evil creatures out to cause such trouble and implicate our disciples. In a study room in Jishiditang, the lights are bright. A beautifully dressed figure was kneeling on the ground with his head lowered. His face looked silent and haggard, and he said nothing. On the maple bench in front of him sat a middle-aged man with sparse hair and a fat body. His usual amiable demeanor was completely different. His cold eyes fell on the creed he was holding, and then suddenly turned to Duanmu Ying who was kneeling on the ground, his teeth almost breaking with hatred. "Is this your own choice, or is the devil forcing you?" Hall Master Liu suppressed the anger that was on the verge of getting out of control and gave this evil disciple one last chance, hoping that she would tell the truth and come to her senses before it was too late. As a master, he was still soft-hearted when his disciple got into trouble, and wanted to protect him even if it meant hard work. He was willing to take the blame and climb up the stone steps of the Trinity Gate on his knees, just to ask for forgiveness and give this traitor a glimmer of hope. "No one forced me to do this. This was my own choice." Duanmu Ying knelt for a long time, her bangs covering her cheeks, her expression solemn but without regrets.
Hearing these rebellious words, Master Liu felt a pang of pain in his heart. He was so angry that he grabbed the inkstone beside him and threw it at Duanmu Ying angrily. "boom!" A dull crash was heard, and the hard, heavy corner of the inkstone directly smashed the woman's head, causing it to bleed. She neither dodged nor showed any reaction. "You will be grounded for a year and you will be cut off from all contact with these demons." Hall Master Liu shouted angrily, his face turning livid. He regretted that he had indulged this disciple too much. First, he went abroad to study in secret, and now he has become sworn brothers with the devil. If he continues like this, sooner or later he will drag Jishidiang and the Duanmu family into the abyss. "Master, please forgive me for not being able to obey your command." Duanmu Ying slightly raised her head, deep red blood running down her cheeks. She did not hate Hall Master Liu, but patiently narrated what happened and the reasons, begging for forgiveness. "Good! Good! Good!" "So you think you did nothing wrong? Even now, you're still arguing!!" Master Liu was so angry that he was fuming. His voice was trembling and he had lost the kindness he should have had. "Don't use righteousness as an excuse. Let me tell you, no matter what medical skills you get from the devil in the future or how many people you save, if you are wrong, it is wrong. What's the point of not being able to stick to your bottom line?" "Your father and I have taught you the methods carefully, is it for you to do evil?" Duanmu Ying had been rebellious since childhood and refused to obey discipline. After being scolded repeatedly, she finally couldn't help but refute: "Fourth brother has given up all his sexuality. He is himself. Can a person who has done something wrong not even have the right to turn back now?" “This is basic human rights!” "Why are you making such a fuss? I didn't do anything evil, and neither did he. It's just..." Before he could finish his words, Hall Master Liu went completely berserk, raised his broad hand and slapped Duanmu Ying on the cheek. "Snapped!" The loud slap was so powerful that it knocked Duanmu Ying to the ground. The burning pain suddenly made her face full of shock, and her self-esteem seemed to be brutally trampled on at this moment. Before she could react, another roar came: "Get out!" “Are beasts qualified to talk about human rights?” "I think your brain has been damaged by studying abroad. Since you want to call that devil Fourth Brother, fine, I will grant your wish!" "From now on, you and I, the master and disciple, will no longer be friends and will become strangers." Master Liu's determination was beyond Duanmu Ying's expectations. She could never imagine and understand why her master, who was usually so tolerant, would be so out of control and paranoid. Immediately, Duanmu Ying opened her mouth and was about to say something, but Master Liu grabbed her collar and walked out. "Get lost! There is no place for you here." "Master, please listen to my explanation!!" Completely ignoring Duanmu Ying's pleas, Master Liu pushed her out and angrily locked the front door.
Soon after, many disciples heard the noise and rushed over. They didn't know what was going on, but the pleading sounds outside the door were very harsh. Some people were about to step forward to plead for mercy, but were scolded by Hall Master Liu. "Don't ask any questions, don't beg for mercy, anyone who dares to let her in will be expelled from Jishitang." Hall Master Liu dispersed the disciples who were watching. In an instant, he staggered, became furious, and fell to the ground with black vision in front of his eyes. He spat out large mouthfuls of blood and tremblingly grabbed the beam beside him. It took him a long time to calm down. The night was long and he stayed here all the time. The knocking on the door gradually stopped, and was replaced by helpless sobs. The sound was like the slashing of a knife, as if it were the torture of lingchi, which shook Master Liu's determination again and again. He sat on the steps, turned back several times, and forcibly suppressed the impulse in his heart. He thought of his deceased master. He thought of the third person who was on good terms with him and his brother Duanmu. He thought of a disciple from many years ago. All these close people died because of Quan Xing. All kinds of pressure came like a wave. Master Liu sat there in despair, sighing in loss, letting the woman outside the door fend for herself. Tianshi Mansion. Zhang Jingqing was furious. Looking at the list of thirty-six people, including Zhang Huaiyi, he wished he could kill this evildoer immediately. "Master, what's wrong with you?" The little Taoist boy who was pouring tea for the old man saw that he was sad and expressed his concern. "Master, it's okay." Zhang Jingqing suppressed his anger, stroked the little Taoist boy's head, and said, "Xiao Yan, go down first. The master wants to be quiet for a while." However, this is also a lie to fool children. If Zhang Zhiwei, Tian Jinzhong and other disciples were present, they would have already seen the gloominess of the old Taoist priest, with thunderous anger accumulating between his brows, but they had no way to vent it and could only digest it alone. Daotong was still young, with a simple personality and not good at observing people's words and expressions. Hearing the master's instructions, he stopped massaging the old man's back and said obediently: "Okay, I'll go to the kitchen and boil some water first, and then I'll bring you a basin of hot water so you can soak your feet and get rid of your fatigue." "Well, let's go." Zhang Jingqing smiled with difficulty, and pinched the Taoist boy's chubby face with his rough palm. He watched the little guy leave, then showed a lonely look on his face and whispered to himself: "Did your teacher not think highly of you? Huaiyi, why did you have to do this?" "Brother Guo, I feel so ashamed of you." Zhang Jingqing sighed repeatedly out of worry. Huaiyi was the descendant of his old friend. His original surname was Guo. Because he was flamboyant at a young age, he made a big mistake, which led to the destruction of his entire family. The Heavenly Master could not bear to see him wandering around in despair, so he brought him back to the mountains to educate him and treated him as his own son. Unexpectedly, due to a moment of negligence, the child was abducted by the devil. Zhang Jingqing felt very upset. Many years ago, when he tested Zhang Huaiyi and taught him the Thunder Method, he thought that the sincerity between master and disciple would help the boy resolve his mental problems, but he never thought that he had been hiding until now. "What forced you to make such a choice?" Zhang Jingqing understood Zhang Huaiyi's character very well. He knew that he was weak on the outside but strong on the inside, suspicious, had a strong desire to win, was ambitious but afraid of death. "What made you abandon the Tianshi Mansion? Was it profit? Or was it life?" If you ask yourself honestly, even the Heavenly Master cannot make an accurate judgment. A disciple who had learned the Five Thunders Law and had the potential to inherit the position of Heavenly Master in the future, went to form a brotherhood with a demon and ruined his own future. The reasons behind this are intriguing.
Historically, it was not uncommon for disciples to rebel against the Tianshi Mansion, but when this happened to him, Zhang Jingqing experienced firsthand how helpless he was. wilderness. The fleeing Xu Xin and Dong Chang hid in the mountain stream. Their clothes were stained with blood, they were gasping for breath, and they were almost half dead. After assassinating the leader of Quan Xing and the Japanese devils, they were hunted down by a group of monsters and ninjas. After several battles, although they killed seven or eight people, they also suffered losses and injuries. After fleeing for several days, both by land and water, by boat and by horse, he ran hundreds of kilometers in one breath before he escaped the pursuit of the group of mad dogs. night. Exhausted, Xu Xin lay in the stream, slightly opened his mouth, and drank the cool river water. His face was very pale and his Qi was almost exhausted. A weak figure was sitting by the campfire on the shore, and Dong Chang was carefully treating his wounds. He held the dagger that had been heated up by alcohol disinfection in his hand, and concentrated on treating the wound on his abdomen, cutting off the inflamed and festering flesh piece by piece. Even though his lips were trembling with pain, Dong Chang held back a word, unscrewed the medicine bottle he carried with him, sprinkled a large amount of gray powder on the wound, and quickly re-bandaged it with a bandage. "Crash!!" Xu Xin propped himself up from the stream, carrying four river fish, and walked slowly towards them. "We're lucky. There's enough for both of us." "You're pretty good at slacking off, Xiao Xu." Dong Chang breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his face. There had been no pursuers for a day and they were finally safe. "It's a pity that I didn't learn the skills well enough, otherwise I wouldn't be in such a mess. It's really hateful that I didn't kill more devils." Xu Xin attached the Qi to the sharp blade of the dagger, skillfully took some firewood, cut it into a stick, pierced the fish's head and tail, placed it next to the campfire, and roasted it. "Alas, we only killed some minions. It almost cost us our lives. It's not worth it." Dong Chang showed regret on his face and said hesitantly: "If I had learned Dan Shi, I might have been able to kill those old Japanese ghosts and the Quan Xing leader a few nights ago." Xu Xin didn't care about this at all, instead he laughed loudly: "It's okay, Mr. Dong. We have plenty of opportunities. Next time, we'll pick some interesting kills to satisfy our desire." "It's up to you." Just as the two were talking, a shadow passed through the vast night sky, and a carrier pigeon locked onto the campfire below and swooped down. "Ok?" "The carrier pigeon in the door?!" Dong Chang raised his hand slightly, and the pigeon's claws clasped his wrist tightly. He took out the creed tied to it and slowly unfolded it. "What? Boss, what are your instructions?" Xu Xin asked curiously while fiddling with the firewood.
"Master is seriously ill and is urging us to return." Dong Chang said with some worry that the incident happened suddenly and he was not prepared at all. He thought that the old man's physical condition might not be optimistic. "Ah? Let me take a look." Xu Xin took the creed and a familiar handwriting jumped into his eyes. It was written by Master Hong, who told them that the head of the sect wanted to see them. “This is terrible!” Xu Xin and Dong Chang were shocked and began to discuss countermeasures with anxious expressions. "There is no time to waste. Go back quickly. If you don't see Master for the last time, you will have a guilty conscience for the rest of your life." "Um" Dong Chang was in a state of confusion. He said slowly, "It seems that I will not be able to make it to the party held by Fourth Brother. We will meet again later. I will go back to the clan first." "When do we leave? Now?" Xu Xin was in a hurry. "Eat some fish, replenish your strength, and leave later." Dong Chang did not hesitate. To him, his seriously ill master was far more important than the gathering and the opportunity that Wu Gensheng had promised. It's time to go back and take a look. (End of this chapter)