Sword Lady was stunned for a moment, listening to Su Bei's soft words.
This was the first time she had been so close to a man, but from his eyes, she did not see condescending pity or deliberate playfulness.
It just comes from the heart, stating a fact that he believes is a man's respect for a woman, without anything mixed in.
Equal and natural.
Sword Girl raised her head and glanced at Du Erya, and found that her eyes were also filled with tears.
Su Bei stretched out his hand towards Sword Girl, blinked his eyes, and said:
"So, as a disciple of the Sword Sect, would you like to attend the opening ceremony of the Sword Sect with me?"
"..."
The cold wind is coming, and the corners of the robe are slightly unfolded.
As soon as Su Bei finished speaking, the entire Bujian Peak fell silent.
Everyone looked at this scene in disbelief.
The fifth elder actually invited a mute to attend with him such a solemn and grand opening ceremony of the twenty-one states?
When Sword Lady heard Su Bei's words, her nervous little face was at a loss for a moment, and she quickly made gestures to Su Bei.
Seeing Su Bei's confused look, Du Erya quickly calmed down his shocked mood, looked at Su Bei with great gratitude, and said carefully:
"Fifth Elder, Sword Lady said that she can't speak, and her level is not high... She is not a talented person in the Sword Sect."
"People like me are not qualified to go."
Then he paused and quickly added:
"Fifth Elder, Sword Girl works very hard. Although she is mute, she is very kind and strong! Even if she washes her sword very late every day..."
"..."
Su Bei understood what Sword Lady wanted to express, and gently raised his head, looking at the entire crowd with a calm gaze, and then took a deep breath.
The sunlight penetrated the dense leaves, casting speckled spots on the white shirt worn by Su Bei.
The white clothes are slowly flowing, as if they are separated by thousands of rivers and mountains, and the white clothes are rippling, and they are in front of you in the blink of an eye.
Then Su Bei's plain but serious words instantly echoed throughout the entire Bujian Peak:
"Whether it is an ordinary disciple, an inner disciple, or a direct disciple."
"In this world, a person's status will be judged based on his talent and strength. The law of the jungle is the only unchanging principle in this world."
"It's just that, at least in Jianzong and Bujian Peak, the corner stone of the main hall is not higher than the lowest cornerstone."
"Bu Jianfeng will tolerate all Jianzong disciples."
"..."
As soon as Su Bei's words fell, tears instantly flowed out of Sword Girl's eyes. She raised her calloused hands to cover her lips to prevent herself from sobbing loudly.
Apart from her mother and senior sister, Su Bei was the first person to give her respect.
Wenren Pingxin stared blankly at Su Bei and his junior brother.
She has never seen such a serious expression on Su Bei's face. In the Sword Sect, she is not unaware that bullying often occurs among many disciples. However, this is a rule that everyone acquiesces to. This also encourages disciples to become stronger.
the wrist of.
She originally thought that Su Bei was just choosing female disciples in the Sword Sect with evil intentions this time, but his sudden behavior made her unable to see through...
There was a feeling of sadness in my heart, I closed my eyes for a while, and then opened them.
Perhaps, he really still carries a kindness and justice in his heart that he has never understood?
Xiao Ruoqing stopped and looked at the master in disbelief.
Is this what the master I know can say?
"A handyman disciple is also a disciple of the Sword Sect."
"The corner stone of Bujianfeng Hall is not higher than the lowest cornerstone."
Suddenly, a cry came from the crowd, it was the deaf cook Du Xiaohua.
The disciple next to her gestured to her in sign language, and she could probably understand the meaning of Su Bei's words.
The sound of sobs spread through the entire crowd, and then a famous Sword Sect disciple walked out of the crowd, unorganized, and spontaneously headed towards Su Bei.
With unexplainable tears shining in his eyes, he bowed deeply towards Su Bei.
"That's Hua Xiaotao. He was also a genius back then. It's just a pity that the golden elixir was destroyed and he is already a useless person now..."
"It's Du Erbao. When he went out on a mission, his own cultivation was ruined because he saved his companions!"
"That's Ye Xiaoyu. His face has been disfigured. He has been wearing a black mask and dare not show it to others. Hey!"
"It's a big-faced girl..."
"And Miss Jiaran."
"..."
Su Bei stared at this scene blankly.
I didn't expect that there were so many people in Jianzong who were called trash by the entire twenty-one states.
Just looking at the tears in their eyes that seemed to have finally been recognized by others, I couldn't help but feel a little touched in my heart, and then smiled slightly bitterly.
Indeed, in the world of monks, the concept of respecting the strong is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Isn't this a tragedy?
Then Su Bei took a deep breath, looked at the women in front of him, and made a decision.
"Are you willing to attend the opening ceremony of the Sword Sect with this elder?"
"..."
Maybe the Thousand-Armed Guanyin in the previous life was tailor-made for people like them?
Tears instantly flowed from these women's eyes.
They were once geniuses and had been admired by others. For who knows how many years, they, who had been forgotten in a corner and subjected to countless ridicules and abuses, seemed to see the sunshine for the first time.
The fifth elder is like a light, making the final salvation for this dry land.
"willing!"
The sound echoed through Bu Jian Feng Xia.
A group of Jianzong disciples watched this scene silently. This time, no one was fighting for it, and no one knew who applauded. The next moment, the applause resounded throughout the entire Bujian Peak...
Wenren Pingxin took a deep look at Su Bei, then turned around and disappeared.
She knew that in the Sword Sect, in terms of reputation, it was difficult for anyone to reach the heights of Su Bei.
The sun is rising!
...
After an afternoon of selection, Su Bei leaned his whole body against the prodigal disciple, yawned, and walked back to the thatched cottage.
Along the way, Xiao Ruoqing didn't say anything, letting her master fall on her.
The touch in her heart has not dissipated. She feels that the master in her previous life definitely hid some secrets that she doesn't know!
Su Bei leaned back, and a faint fragrance came from the tip of his nose. He turned his head and looked at his disciple who was letting himself be bullied. Suddenly, the idea of teasing her arose in his heart.
.
Then his big hand slowly but firmly touched the prodigal disciple's waist.
The moment she touched Xiao Ruoqing's waist, Xiao Ruoqing, who was still thinking about something, immediately trembled.
Through the thin clothes, Su Bei could clearly feel the delicate warmth reaching his fingertips, and then he squeezed it gently...
"Hmm~"
A blush instantly appeared on Xiao Ruoqing's face, and she glanced at the serious-looking master angrily.
Su Bei frowned and said with a righteous look:
"Disciple, what's wrong? Why is your face so red?"
"Do you have a fever? Fever is a disease! It needs an injection..."
"Where is the needle? I'll look for it later, Master?"
"..."
Xiao Ruoqing's cold face finally had an expression.
——A black line on his face.
How can this person be so shameless?
He was like a savior just now, and it was he who warmed the hearts of all the Sword Sect disciples. Now he is the one with this lustful look on his face, and he is the one who comforts him gently when he is angry...
He is obviously a master who can easily make people fall for him with his charm, but he still pretends to be like this?
Xiao Ruoqing slapped Su Bei's big hand away without leaving a trace, and after a moment of silence, she said:
"Master?"
Su Bei was feeling annoyed as to why he didn't touch up a little bit earlier, so he subconsciously answered.
"Huh? What's wrong?"
Xiao Ruoqing looked at Su Bei, hesitated for a moment, and said:
"Why is Master so kind to those disabled disciples?"
"What they look like has nothing to do with Master. Even if Master helps them, they will still be bullied in the end..."
Su Bei was startled for a moment, then smiled, stood up from the prodigal disciple, stretched his arms, and said leisurely:
"Having strength in the Twenty-One States can indeed protect the people around you, and monks are indeed respected for their strength. That's right."
"Just from my perspective as a teacher, at least in the Sword Sect, I am thinking, can I give them some sense of belonging to the sect? In addition to cultivating immortals, there are also things in this world that can be seen further..."
"When you cultivate immortality, you cultivate freedom and freedom, not shackles..."
"..."
Xiao Ruoqing pursed her lips and said nothing, but looked at Su Bei with misty eyes.
"Well, also, the little girl named Jian Niang is so beautiful, I can't bear to see her being bullied! How can these people be willing to do it? Damn it! It makes me heartbroken to see her!"
"That fair little face..."
Sonorous!
The sound of sword clanging.
A piercing sword light flashed across Su Bei's eyes.
——Boom.
Su Bei swallowed, his body stiffened, and he looked at the severed tree next to him.
What happened to my prodigal apprentice?
This face changes no matter how you say it...
"Master."
"go to hell!"
Xiao Ruoqing said something to Su Bei with a cold expression, sheathed her sword, vented her emotions, turned around and walked angrily towards the thatched cottage.
Su Bei slapped his mouth. Some people were confused. Looking at the back of his apprentice running away, he subconsciously smelled his fingers. It smelled a bit good?
...
Behind Su Bei, where Su Bei couldn't see, Xiao Ruoqing was running, the setting sun reflected on her beautiful cheeks, the breeze blew on her face, but the corners of her mouth slowly curled up into a faint smile.
This stagnation suddenly disappears.
The fingertips curled up slightly, holding the long sword tightly. The beautiful nose wrinkled little by little, the corners of Jier's eyes slightly curved up, the smile was calm, and then he murmured to himself:
"To my disciple, you are also a... gentle master!"