As soon as the words fell, the place was filled with dead silence.
Even though he said that, Su Bei pointed it out so openly and without giving himself any face at all.
The elder of Yuanzong turned extremely pale and opened his mouth to say something harsh. He glanced at the pale Ling Zhan from the corner of his eye and suppressed his words forcefully.
At this time, all the elders and heads of the ten major sects who came to Nandu came to Ling Zhan's side. Seeing that Su Bei really dared to take action, they all felt chills running down their spines.
Looking at each other.
Shan Wique pursed his lips tightly and stared blankly at the scene in front of him, clenching his little fists and letting the stupid hair on his head hang down.
Tong Xiu's face was calm when he arrived, but there was lingering shock and a little admiration hidden in his eyes.
However, the fish-red sleeves did not appear. She was still sitting high on the attic, gently supporting her chin with one hand, tapping her teeth lightly with a few green fingers, and the corners of her mouth curved in a playful smile.
The curves are undulating, the exposed skin is as smooth and white as mutton-fat jade, and the two slender and straight legs are tightly together.
After a while, a woman hurriedly walked up and whispered a few words to her side.
Yu Hongxiu's eyes instantly flashed with a hint of surprise:
"You mean, we found traces of Donghuang?"
"He appeared in Nandu?"
The woman nodded solemnly.
Yu Hongxiu turned around, frowning, looking at the water crossing under the pavilion window, and murmured to himself:
"After disappearing for so long, where did he go?"
"Coincidence? Or deliberate plan?"
After thinking for a moment, he turned around and disappeared into the attic.
...
Su Bei exhaled a breath of turbid air, looked at the scene in front of him indifferently, twirled his five fingers, surrounded the six swords in turn, and said without any politeness:
"What? Are you still here watching?"
"Or do you want to reason with Jian Zong?"
"..."
This sentence has a strong meaning of driving people away.
I don't have time to be hypocritical with them, I have more important things to do.
The long sword returns to the sword case.
Amidst the noisy sounds of Luobao Avenue, Su Bei looked at Ling Zhan, whose chest and skirt were dyed red, and spoke the truth.
Ling Zhan's whole body seemed to be drained of energy, and he was silent.
He supported the ground with his right hand, and veins popped up all over his arm. He seemed to be trying to get up, but in vain.
Finally he stood up in embarrassment and looked back at Su Bei:
"Elder Su, Ling Zhan has remembered this sword."
Then he led a group of Wuhuaque disciples and left Luobao Avenue with trembling steps.
The elder of Yuanzong snorted coldly, looked at Su Bei, and said with a gloomy expression:
"I hope Elder Su can remain as charming as he is today in the future."
"..."
He turned around and walked away.
Tong Xiu narrowed his eyes and glanced at Su Bei, then the Dao Sect, Buddhism and other sects evacuated the crowd and left.
At this moment, the place where everyone had gathered before was already in pieces, with no place intact. However, with the blessing of Su Bei's sword energy, it did not completely collapse.
Each brick and tile is pulled by an invisible force, separates, floats, and remains in its original position, vaguely piecing together the original appearance of Lilou.
All the disciples of the Sword Sect looked at the figure standing with a sword in a white shirt embroidered with begonias, and all of them felt their hearts trembling, and a stream of heat flowed out from their chests and went straight to the Tianling Cap.
Is this Elder Su?
The female disciple swallowed hard and felt that all the previous shame seemed to be washed away at this moment.
"Elder Su!"
"Fifth Elder..."
Everyone rushed towards Su Bei.
Su Bei looked back at them expressionlessly.
However, the gentle expression that everyone expected did not appear on the corners of his mouth.
The wind ruffled the corners of his clothes, hunting.
A very rare anger appeared in Su Bei's eyes. He looked at the disciples of the Sword Sect in front of him with a complex expression, took a deep breath, and then yelled:
"Is this how Jianzong protects you?"
"The sword in your hand? Is this how you use it?"
"You still have the nerve to smile?"
The words fell heavily, Su Bei's white hair was intertwined in the wind, and the deep pupils reflected the Sword Sect disciples who bowed their heads and said nothing.
All the disciples of the Sword Sect froze on the spot for an instant, looking helplessly at the angry man in front of them, with Su Bei's unconcealed anger echoing in their ears:
"If I don't come today? Are you going to watch like this?"
"The Eight Hundred Sword Tombs where the Sword Sect is buried, and the eight hundred Sword Immortals who are buried in the world are all like this?"
"Or have you already decided in your hearts that this is what Sword Sect is like?"
"I think what Ling Zhan said is absolutely correct. Jian Zong really got into a group of trash!"
"A bunch of trash!!"
This sentence is a bit strong.
But in Su Bei's heart, this is the fact.
Before he saw it with his own eyes, he couldn't believe that as a disciple of the same sect, he had no intention of helping when his fellow sect was in trouble? Was he afraid of getting into trouble?
This is no longer just selfish. If it were just one or two, that would be enough. Now it is a group of people, including all the Sword Sect disciples present!
All the Sword Sect disciples looked ashamed.
Ling Zhan was from Wuhuaque, so he said what he said. However, this was an elder who was greatly admired and respected by the disciples of the Sword Sect. The same words spoken by the same people had very different meanings.
Which one of the Jianzong disciples who can represent Jianzong in this competition is not a genius? Which one of them is not convinced that his future is promising?
Finally, a Jianzong disciple mustered up the courage, raised his head, looked at Su Bei and retorted:
"Elder Su! I'm not a waste!"
"The reason why I didn't take action was because I considered the harmonious relationship between the sects."
"I don't want to make things big..."
Su Bei looked at him indifferently, and the sword energy around him was pressing towards him in an instant. The Sword Sect disciple snorted, his eyes still looking at Su Bei stubbornly.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Su Bei waved his hand, and in an instant, the disciple fell heavily to the ground, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.
Seeing this scene, Shan Wuque was shocked, stopped him in front of Su Bei, and said anxiously:
"Brother...what are you doing?"
"This is my Sword Sect disciple!"
"How could you hurt them?"
Su Bei pushed Shan Wukue away, ignored her actions, approached the Jianzong disciple who was lying on the ground, looked at him condescendingly, and said coldly:
"Considering the harmonious relationship between sects?"
"You have considered it, has Wuhua Que considered it?"
"The thieves killed your father, and you just watched there, for the sake of considering your harmonious relationship with the thieves?"
"..."
The Sword Sect disciple's face instantly turned the color of pig's liver, and he was coughing blood and unable to speak a word.
But there was confusion in his eyes, he bit his lip tightly, with an unconvinced look on his face, and said intermittently:
"The Great Elder... when we left the Sword Sect... repeatedly told us... not to cause trouble."
"The Sword Sect is not as good as before. When things happen, we tolerate them as long as we can... We follow the rules of the Sword Sect. Is it wrong?"
"..."
Su Bei ignored this disciple, looked around at the remaining people, and said calmly:
"Do you have the same idea as him?"
Several Sword Sect disciples looked at each other, nodded, and then shook their heads.
Su Bei sneered, waved his hand, and the long sword inserted in their waists instantly floated next to Su Bei.
Sword masters, the sword symbolizes their dignity, and Su Bei's actions completely trampled on their dignity.
"Elder Su, you..."
"Fifth Elder, what do you mean?"
"..."
The faces of the Sword Sect disciples turned red, they clenched their fists vigorously, and looked at Su Bei with stubborn expressions.
"Please Fifth Elder return the sword!"
"..."
Xiao Ruoqing stared blankly at the scene in front of her. She pulled Mo Li beside her and found that she didn't get a response. She turned around and saw her looking at everything in front of her dreamily.
The master's appearance changed again. She couldn't tell whether she liked the previous one more or the current one more, but she liked him after all.
Su Bei put his hands behind his back and looked calmly at the many long swords floating around him.
He calmed down the momentum around him and exhaled a breath of turbid air.
It's great to hear people calmly, but Su Bei clearly knew that her personality was not suitable for taking charge of the Sword Sect.
In comparison, she is more suitable for defense, but has lost the edge that a sword wielder should have.
After a long silence, Su Bei finally said calmly:
"Jianzong, the sect has withered. It is naturally the largest sect in Xuezhou. But today's Jianzong is no better than other sects. Looking at the world, to describe it in one sentence, it is the generosity of our ancestors."
Then he looked at each other with all the Sword Sect disciples, and everyone he came into contact with lowered their heads and remained silent.
"However, some shelves still cannot be put down. Shelves are easy to put down, but difficult to pick up again."
Su Bei wiped the edge of Qingping Sword with his slender index finger, looked at Shan Wugue, also looked at Xiao Ruoqing and Mo Li, and said calmly:
"Wuque, you also listen."
"A sect looks at the bones but not the skin. As long as the Sword Sect always maintains its airs, it means that the tiger dies but the bones do not fall. No matter how it is said, he was once the leader of the ten major sects. No matter who he is in the world, he will
Take a good look at my Sword Sect."
"As long as the people of Jian Zong are immortal, when the sect is revived, Jian Zong will still be the world's Jian Zong who looks down upon the world, and will not be a nouveau riche like Wuhua Que."
"This is the foundation of my sword sect that is engraved in my bones."
The disciples of the Sword Sect raised their heads involuntarily, looked at Su Bei, and clenched their fists tightly.
"But if one day we put down this skeleton ourselves and lose our backbone, long after everything fades away, when people in the world mention the Sword Sect, there will be no sword cultivator who can cut the Cangjiang River with one sword, and the soul can be cut off with one sword hanging upside down.
sky."
"They won't remember how our ancestor Shangguan Biejie was the only one in the world. Today, even a nouveau riche like Wu Hua Que can look down on us. Then in the future, even the lower-class sects will look down on us."
"Perhaps we will live a more comfortable life if we put down our arrogance, but the foundation accumulated by our Sword Sect for thousands of years, the reputation of the Sword Sect's successive masters, and the eight hundred sword immortals buried in the world will also be lost.
"
"Is this kind of sword sect the sword sect you want to see?"
All the Sword Sect disciples were silent, but their eyes were constantly changing, with a lot of sadness mixed in them.
After Su Bei said all this, his expression was complicated.
In his memory, he witnessed the ups and downs of that country. Although there were times when it was in decline, it still maintained its last dignity. Don't they understand that it would be easier to learn to recognize their father next door and put down their pretensions?
The truth?
ZTE's road to resurgence is difficult, but it has never given up its dignity for a moment.
The world is like this, and so is the sect.
Su Bei let out a long sigh, turned around, and looked at the setting sun.
The dim yellow light shone on his clothes, on his white shirt embroidered with begonias that was spattered all over with blood.
Then he turned around, looked at the disciples of the Sword Sect, and said softly:
"You think it's wrong to follow the rules?"
"Yes, there is nothing wrong with following the rules. In the sect, those who do not follow the rules are trash and a waste."
The Jianzong disciple who fell on the ground said nothing and raised his head, his eyes full of loneliness.
Su Bei stepped forward and extended his hand to him.
He was startled for a moment and put his big hand in Su Bei's palm.
Su Bei smiled gently at him, pulled him up, glanced at the other Sword Sect disciples and said:
"But, what this elder is teaching you today is..."
"Anyone who doesn't follow the rules is trash and a waste."
"But those who don't cherish their fellow disciples are worse than trash!"
"..."
Everyone looked at Su Bei blankly, and Xiao Ruoqing also trembled suddenly.
It seemed that I had returned to that afternoon again, in that mountain forest, where the Master touched his head and slashed into the sky with a sword.
The eyes of the Sword Sect disciples were all sparkling with luster. They didn't know who it was, and they even started to swallow.
They all feel shame and guilt for their previous actions.
"sorry......"
"Never again."
Su Bei smiled, waved his hand, inserted a long sword into his sword case, turned around, and said calmly:
"This elder will accept your dignity and integrity."
"Until the day when you feel that you have the confidence to pick it up again and dare to pick it up."
"Come to me."
"I will give you back the backbone and dignity you have lost..."
...
The sword lady ran anxiously towards the direction of the sword sect's station.
There was only one idea in her mind, and that was to find the Eighth Master Uncle as soon as possible and ask her to help the Sword Sect disciples.
Because I was running too fast and anxious, I accidentally bumped into someone's body.
She quickly stood up, lowered her head towards the man, and gestured vigorously with her little hands, apologizing to the person in front of her.
Unexpectedly, the person in front of him suddenly knelt down on one knee and stretched out a hand: