Hou Tzu looked at the monk coming from the Wei River, his big round face was very happy, and he looked carefree, as if everything was under control.
He bowed his head from afar and said, "This Taoist brother invited me, a poor monk to carry a pot, and I came here especially for friendship."
Hou Zi's face was as dark as water, "This is a battlefield. For the sake of friendship, you shouldn't come here!"
The pot-carrying monk was choked badly, but it was normal to think about it. This man had outstanding abilities, and it would be very dishonorable to appear in such an off-screen way. But with the ancestors and uncles opening their mouths, he still dared to do it.
Can't you disobey? It's nothing more than venting your anger and venting your anger.
Forget it, just let him enjoy himself. I think I am very magnanimous when I carry the pot, and I don't want to be chatty with such rough people.
"In this case, the poor monk comes to ask for advice."
With a seal in the void and a Zen staff to protect his body, he would jump over and hit him on the head. In his mind, he would fake a fight back and forth like this to let the sword master breathe, and he would naturally find an excuse to admit defeat, but he didn't expect it.
Before the Zen staff could be raised high, a flash of sword light had already passed under his ribs, and the blood dissipated.
Holding the pot, he stepped back a few steps and fell to the ground. He instantly lost his fighting power, but his eyes showed disbelief.
"You, you, dare to kill me?"
Hou Ting sneered, "You are Lord Tian's youngest son, I can still kill you!"
The pot-carrying monk hurriedly tried to swallow the pill. His injury looked horrifying, but in fact it was not life-threatening. It was just a skin injury. He would be fine if he rested for a while.
The Buddhist's accomplishments in healing are no worse than those of the Taoist. With a few operations, he turned the corner and stood up, pointing at Hou Tzu tremblingly.
"You, how dare you disrespect your teacher's orders! You've already made your promise, how can you break your promise?"
Hou Zi shook his head slightly, "I'm sorry, I don't know what you are talking about! I just know to keep this flag, nothing else."
He was a little confused when he lifted the pot, but he was not stupid after all. He immediately understood that this swordsman was blatantly resisting his master's order!
"You're miserable. I'm afraid your parents won't be able to spare you when you go back. It's just a flag, and the responsibility doesn't lie with you. Why are you so stubborn?"
Hou Zi no longer looked at him, but looked up at the sky, "I've already given in once, I can't give in again. If I give in again, my life in heaven and earth will be in vain!"
What he was looking at was exactly where the Jindan ancestors gathered on the white clouds in the sky. He didn't know if those big shots heard them?
This is not what he means. What he means is actually: Chong Ling Lao Dao defended it with his own life. How could he just give up?
This is his limit! What will those big guys from Quanzhen think? Never mind him!
The worst case scenario is that he will be expelled from the master's school, which is just the right time to escape. If I don't stay here, I will have a place to stay.
He won't be like an old Taoist who will express his ambition through death. If he dies, he will give up his ambition! He has to live. He hates those who hate him. He likes to see them clearly hating him to the bone, but they can't take advantage of him.
What an expression.
The pot-carrying monk stammered, "You are playing with fire! You are destined to be burned by the fire of karma. Do you know how many of us there are? There are seventy brothers, how many can you survive?"
Hou Zi burst out laughing, "So what if it's just seven hundred? The important thing is not whether you can hold on, but whether you want to hold on! I don't even dare to think about it, so I should throw away this sword!"
Tihu saw that he couldn't persuade me from the front, so he started to make insinuations, "You can be free and undisciplined and ignore the rules, but have you thought about your fellow apprentices? They may be back in danger because of your impulsiveness.
If you go against our Buddhist sect, the Wu sect will attack those three flags whenever it is free! In the end, your Quanzhen sect may not have even one flag left!"
Hou Zi looked at him as if he were a fool, "First of all, you have to understand one thing. It's not that Buddhism and I are against each other, but Buddhism and I are really against each other. Don't get the story reversed.
Secondly, I don't care about my senior brothers. From the moment they learn the sword, they should have this awareness! If you want to be safe, don't learn the sword.
Finally, I want to tell you that even if there is really no flag left in Quanzhen in the end, it does not mean that we should use humiliation to save our face! I would rather not get anything that is obtained by compromise!"
He waved his hand and said, "This is my attitude! There are still sixty-nine left. Let me show you how many I can kill. Get out!"
He didn't kill this pot-holder. This was a warning. If he comes again, he won't be polite.
... On the island in the middle of the lake, Master Jia became angrier as he listened. He gave a high-five and said, "This evil disciple, when he comes back, I will kill him with my own hands. Is it that he can control the major events in the sect with just a mere Lianqiao?"
Next to him, Uncle Li's face was red, and he couldn't suppress his anger even in the natural environment. A flying sword flew quickly by his side, trying to choose someone and bite him.
"How dare you! If you dare to do this, I will destroy you first!"
He is qualified to say such big words, because he is the only one among the three who can reach the natural realm, and the other two are in the heaven-sensing realm.
Master Jia was really annoyed, "Li, this is my uncle's order. Are you going to disobey it like that evil disciple?"
Uncle Li smiled evilly, "Whoever dares to bow his head on behalf of Quanzhen, I will be the first to spare him. Let alone a junior uncle, he is the ancestor, and I will still spit in his face!"
Master Jia was really afraid that this madman would go crazy and did not dare to provoke him any more. Otherwise, this person would really dare to use his sword to raise a disciple-level scholar to a higher cultivator and start a full-scale war.
I could only turn my head and complain, "Junior brother Wang, you too, what exactly did you write on that note? It's not you who is stirring up trouble behind your back, is it?"
Uncle Wang was also annoyed, "I was the one who picked it. I wanted the Quanzhen Sect to go to war with the Wu Sect, and I wanted the Splendid Continent to be in chaos, and then I could profit from it. Are you satisfied?"
Master Jia sighed, "Okay, okay, you all have backbone and are all true swordsmen. I'm just a weakling. There are seventy monks and seven true disciples of the Wu Sect. How can you stop me?"
Uncle Li shouted: "Block with your life! They've beaten them all, I'm going to do it!"
They were quarreling fiercely below, and the atmosphere above the clouds was also calm. Here are the nine Jindan Daxiu cultivators. They are the real talkers of Southwest Dao.
Paper Arhat looked unkind, "Brother Zhu Jiuling, what do you say?"
Zhu Jiuling remained calm, "Haha, maybe Master Zhi doesn't understand our magic sect yet? If you violate the following, that's tradition; if you act recklessly, it's habit. I gave the order, but they didn't listen. What can I do? Otherwise, I
Will you fine him one month’s salary when he returns?”
Huncheng Jindan also had bad intentions, "Yes, yes, how else would we be called the Demon Sect? Have you ever heard of any honest and obedient Demon Sect disciples?"
The Blood Transforming Golden Pill echoed, "Exactly, life is not easy for ancestors like us. It is not easy to save our lives from being harmed by these younger generations. If you don't obey, just don't obey. It's better to be obedient than to listen in the end."
