Wangshan looked like he was waiting to be restrained, and said coldly, "I made the first move. I am willing to accept any punishment from the Holy Lord, but if I hear your nonsense again, I will beat you again!" Wangshan said in a tone of voice.
He is high-pitched, but his face is not excited. He is a gloomy person, and his face at this moment looks particularly cold.
The elder looked up angrily and kept saying "you" several times, but couldn't get through it. On the contrary, his wife sneered disdainfully and said, "You? I think you are just pretending to be powerful. What can you do? Follow my husband."
In a one-on-one challenge, you can't even do two moves! You thought being able to curry favor with an elder would be a big deal, but having a high righteousness value would be a big deal? You can't improve your martial arts skills, and you're still a minor character! Who can you beat if you don't have someone to back you up?"
Wangshan suffered such humiliation, but he was not angry. Instead, he accepted it calmly without any rebuttal, and his tone was still high-pitched and powerful. "I do the right thing, even if there is no one to support me. I will catch up with my martial arts one day, but Xiao Xiao
The martial arts level can only be reached within half a year. How much higher is your martial arts level than mine at that time? For people like you who make trouble out of nothing, your martial arts skills are still no better than this. You have no faith in your heart and don't know how to protect your sect. Instead, you make trouble out of nothing..."
Before Wang Shan finished speaking, Sneering suddenly walked up to him, pressed his shoulder, pushed him aside gently, stared at Elder Tai and his wife coldly, and said in an arrogant tone, "He just has someone to back him up, so I'm still sneering."
Just support him! If you bully him for his low martial arts skills, then come and challenge me—"
Elder Tai's wife was so angry that her face turned red. "Elder Leng is just relying on the special effects of killing on the ground!"
"I don't need special effects for ground killing. How dare you? Make a book of life and death duel." He sarcastically dismissed it and took a sip.
Elder Tai pointed his finger angrily and said sarcastically, "Elder Leng! As a great elder, you actually said such words openly. It's just, it's just——"
"That's bullshit! That's what I said in a sarcastic way! If you dare to humiliate Wangshan again, he won't be the one to beat you up. It's me!" The sarcastic tone pointed at the elder Tai and his wife, as well as the confidants around them, and their arrogance.
, clearly don’t take anyone of the other party seriously.
Shang Shang stopped the cynicism and advised, "Brother Leng, why bother intensifying the conflict?" He said, and said politely to Elder Tai, "Elder Tai, in fact, we and Deputy Head Jia have already discussed with Zi the matter of cultivating murderous aura.
Holy Lord Shi has talked about it and has been waiting for the Holy Lord's proper solution. This time when the Holy Lord comes back, we will naturally change to practice righteousness. Zhengdaojianghu. Of course we, the disciples of the Righteous Holy Land, should practice righteousness. Even if Elder Tai doesn't say it, we are actually doing this.
Do. But Elder Tai didn’t discuss this matter with us in private, so he openly used this as a reason to sue the Holy Master, causing a controversy in the sect. Now it has turned into a fight. Does Elder Tai really think this is appropriate?”
At this time, Jia received the secret message and said calmly, "This matter is settled. Elder Wangshan took action first and fined him one month's salary. Elder Tai followed the impulse and fined him twenty days' salary. Elder Xiang Xiang followed.
I'm leaving."
Elder Tai's people were aggrieved, but Jia, the deputy head, spoke out. Even if he didn't want to, he had no choice but to let it go.
Putting his hand on Wangshan's shoulder sarcastically, he said with a smile, "I'll compensate you for the salary you deducted. You're a good guy. I didn't like you in the past. I didn't expect you to be quite a righteous person. You can take care of your friends' affairs by yourself."
You are just as important as yourself. You are a good-natured person worth keeping company with. If you don’t mind it, starting from today, I will become brothers with you."
Wangshan was also quite moved at this moment, and even more surprised. He had never expected that Sneering would stand up for him like this. Naturally, there was no reason to refuse at this moment. He immediately said, "Elder Leng is a person who is loyal to the sect. I Wangshan is very
I admire you, but why should I refuse?"
"Damn, what are you talking about? The same goes for you, weren't there just the three of us left to wait until the end? Let's go and drink. Forget about that turtle bastard, Elder Tai! Just treat him like a piece of shit." He said sarcastically.
He was so vulgar, but a group of people around him burst into laughter. Those who came here were all those who had made moves with Elder Tai's people. Even on their side, they naturally felt the scolding at this moment.
Shang Shang was called away by Jia, and he went all the way down the mountain. When he got on the carriage, Shang Shang asked, "Please tell me, Deputy Head Jia."
"You have been responsible for persuading the retired masters. Now you have a few in front of you. Whether you can convince them or not depends on you. I can talk to their masters, but they are newcomers who have never been in the world, so it is up to you.
Already."
Hearing this, Xiang Shang perked up. He originally proposed this suggestion, but so far he had no results, and he always felt ashamed. Now that he finally had the opportunity, he was naturally extra energetic. "Who is the master of adding a deputy leader? All the disciples he trains are
A master of artistic conception level?"
"There are only three artistic conception levels, but the others are all top-notch masters who have self-taught martial arts at a higher level and whose martial arts canon range from level ninety-eight to level one hundred."
Xiang Xiang is very curious, what kind of hermit master he is...
The carriage ran for three days and three nights and stopped at a post station in a remote mountain village. After driving for an hour and using Qinggong again, we finally arrived at a mountain village with thatched houses.
There are no NPCs in the village, they are all people from the world.
Everyone was using a sword, and they looked curiously at Jia He Shang. One of the men cupped his fists in salute and said, "Who are you two?"
"Tell your master, old friend, Jia wants to see you." Jia's indifferent words made the group of people excited as if a pot had exploded. A woman who looked very cheerful even came forward to look at Jia.
After looking up and down for a while, he asked uncertainly, "Are you the one known as the killer Tai Chi Swordsman in the world? A master of artistic conception who has been popular in the world for hundreds of years?"
"I'm Jia." Jia nodded calmly.
At this time, the messenger came back and shouted, "Senior, please come with me, Master has invited me!"
Shang Shang followed Jia, passing through thatched huts one after another, and when he finally stopped in front of a wooden house, he clasped his fists in salute and said in a loud voice, "Young people in the world, please go up to the sacred place of righteousness and disturb your seniors."
"You don't have to come in." A cold voice came from the wooden house. Shang Shang was slightly startled. Several people nearby invited him aside, poured tea for him, and asked him curiously and excitedly if he was the Great Elder of the Righteous Holy Land.
After a while, all the people from the martial arts community in the mountain village came over and asked questions. They were all obviously curious about the martial arts.
Another person entered the wooden house. In the wooden house, two men were sitting cross-legged and meditating.
They were all wearing coarse clothes. When they saw Jia Jia, they both smiled. "Deputy Hall Master."
"I am no longer the deputy hall master." Jia sat down cross-legged. There was no stool here.
"We're used to calling." The two men in the wooden house were none other than San Zhi and Fu Sheng Ruomeng. Before the Battle of Heimuya before the opening of the Three Realms, they joined Guyue Villa and practiced hard for many years.
They were preparing to become famous in the world, but ended up falling into a crowd of people dragging them to save Qingyi. In the end, they fought until they were exhausted and died. After being reborn, the two of them retired from the world. Not long after, they got used to practicing martial arts and went to find him again.
After the hermit master who taught him mastered martial arts, the two of them never set foot in the martial arts world again. At that time, the Three Realms had been opened. They had no intention of seeking immortality, so they simply continued to practice martial arts in seclusion. They sparred with each other every day, drank and fished, and practiced martial arts on their own.
Don't get tired of it.
Later, newcomers from the martial arts world met them by chance. They thought they were highly skilled in martial arts and took the initiative to become their disciples. Over the years, the two professors have taught more than a hundred disciples. Some of their disciples participated in the Heavenly Martial Arts Competition, and
Later, the Justice League recruited them, but none of them could make a famous name in the world. San Zhi and Fu Sheng Ruomeng realized that they were out of luck and did not want to go back to the world, but they felt that such a secluded professor disciple was not good enough.
It wasn't bad, so I chose carefully and carefully. Now there are more than eighty disciples of the two of them around me.
"You have been practicing seclusion for so many years. If you come back to the world, you will definitely be able to make up for the regrets of the past. The Zui Sheng Meng Death and the San Sui swordsmanship are both unique and good swordsmanship. It's a pity that you were unlucky back then. Today's world needs masters.
In the era when Kong was born, haven't you ever thought about coming back to the world?" Jia drank the tea grown by the two of them. Although he had no hope, he still tried to persuade.
Sure enough, Fu Sheng Ruomeng and San Zhi both smiled and shook their heads and said, "Forget it. I no longer have the ambition of the past. I am still practicing martial arts, just because I like it, just to keep improving myself, to be competitive, and to become famous.
.It's good now. I teach my disciples calmly and protect the safety of the surrounding NPC mountain villages. Don't laugh when I say I want to add a deputy leader. We have lived in seclusion here for so many years and have married many NPC women. The surrounding mountains
The people are grateful to us for our many actions to repel bandits and bandits, and they insist on worshiping us like immortals. If we leave, we will be ashamed of them. The deputy hall master also knows the harm caused by bandits and thieves. He has not left any survivors and has lived in seclusion for a long time. We feel
NPCs are no different from us, and their lives are even more precious than ours. We can be reborn, but they can't. Their lives are limited and they have to work harder than us."
"It's a pity...but it's not too regrettable to have your proud disciples vindicate the reputation of swordsmanship and martial arts for you."
San Zhi smiled brightly. "Speaking of which, we are not convinced either. We are both in bad luck. Could it be that none of the carefully selected disciples has a decent fortune? In the beginning, they just accepted disciples casually without any hope.
, to put it bluntly, I just refuse to shirk it. Later, I became interested. Although there are requirements for the qualifications of disciples, they rarely refuse to become apprentices. Unfortunately, after all, qualifications, perseverance, perseverance, and understanding are all indispensable. One can truly practice the fire.
, there are still too few who have achieved anything. I am very lucky to have three outstanding disciples. We, as masters, do not insist on whether the three of them stay or go. We don’t care whether we are willing to follow the owner of the village or to go with you.
I really don’t want to artificially interfere with their freedom.”
