Chapter 333: Ling Mou said that the Jianzong are all people who seek fame and reputation.
As the saying goes, don't hit the smiling person. Looking at the old faces that suddenly appeared in front of you, even though Su Bei didn't like to get too entangled in this kind of situation, as the person with the highest status in the Sword Sect here, he was invisibly
Then he became the talker of Jianzong.
Looking at the many elders gathered around him, he nodded and smiled and said, "Su has met all the elders."
At this time, Su Bei saw Tong Xiu sitting not far away. He seemed to be aware of Su Bei's gaze and nodded in the direction of Su Bei. The two of them could be regarded as sympathetic rivals.
It's like saying hello.
"I heard that Elder Su's disciples are all geniuses among geniuses. I believe that this time the path to immortality will be smooth."
"..."
An old man with sideburns and black clothes said with a smile.
Su Bei was stunned for a moment and raised his eyebrows slightly. For a moment, he was not sure of this person's intentions. Was he trying to blame himself? Or... was he simply praising him?
"Yes, it is said that Elder Su's eldest disciple is an innate Taoist body that is extremely rare in the world, and his second disciple Mo Li is also extremely extraordinary."
"Hahaha, I just don't know how it compares to the Taoist disciples of the Taoist Sect...I heard that Elder Su accepted the daughter of a Confucian sage as a disciple?"
After the words fell, everyone looked at Su Bei with envy. One person coughed heavily, looked at the others with a mysterious face and said:
"That girl from the Confucian Sage's family? That's because the Confucian Sage took her and kowtowed to Elder Su eight times before Elder Su reluctantly accepted it. I was the table at that time..."
The rest of the people showed signs of sudden realization and raised their thumbs to show their respect.
An elder from Shanhaimen licked the corner of his mouth, with a mean smile on his face, rubbed his two big hands, and said:
"I, Wang Ermazi, would like to say that what kind of master can bring out what kind of disciples, just like Elder Su, who is young and promising, a talented person who is out of the crowd, a tree in the wind, gentle and elegant, with both talent and appearance, and a profound elegance.
, a righteous man who stands upright and is destined to reach the pinnacle of the twenty-one states in the future, and the disciples he brings out will definitely..."
Shan Wique, who was beside Su Bei, had a dull hair on his head that had been drooping for a long time. In an instant, it stood up and shook wildly. His big eyes looked at Su Bei with admiration.
Su Bei looked a little embarrassed, and his toes gradually began to curl in. He coughed heavily, interrupted the increasingly outrageous conversation, and said with a wry smile:
"It's not as evil as everyone said. It's just that Su happened to save the baby of the Confucian sage's family."
"There is no eight-ring head..."
The elder of Shanhaimen looked obviously excited and said with admiration:
"That's right, that's right! It's not as evil as what you said. Elder Su only killed four or five middle-level Hedao players with one sword. There's nothing to fear at all..."
"How come I, Niu Dan, heard that Elder Su killed eight Hedao peaks with one sword? Ah? Didn't he kill the Tribulation Tribulation? How did I hear that the one who killed was Mahayana..."
Su Bei took a deep breath, stretched out his hand to hold Shan Wique's little hand, and involuntarily took a step back, wanting to escape from this place where he was talking about his wife's right and wrong.
"So, why don't Elder Su's disciples climb the ladder to heaven?..." Among the crowd, someone said something suddenly.
In an instant, everyone was looking straight towards the starting point of Wenxian Road.
Sure enough, the four women standing pretty and motionless looked at the towering Yunjian Road. The others were almost halfway up the mountain. They seemed to have some concerns and did not hesitate to take a step.
"I'm afraid that once you climb the ladder, you won't be able to hide the fact that your cultivation and talent are poor."
"There is a saying that is quite right. What kind of disciples are brought out by any kind of master, but their cultivation is not very good, but they can learn from Elder Su's arrogance."
"..."
A voice came over. It was neither loud nor quiet, but it could be heard clearly by everyone in the area.
Su Bei narrowed his eyes and looked at the man walking towards him. This man himself had seen Ling Zhan from Wuhua Que.
He put his hands behind his back, raised a half-smile at the corner of his mouth, looked at Su Bei Youyou and said. Su Bei did not raise his head, and smiled playfully: "Hey? Isn't this Elder Ling? The injury has healed so quickly?"
Ling Zhan's face darkened for a moment, but then he calmed down again, looked at Su Bei with a faint smile and said:
"Thanks to Elder Su, Ling is almost healed, but compared to Ling's injury, Ling is even more looking forward to the performance of Elder Su's three disciples."
"I think it's not just Ling who is looking forward to it, it should be the entire twenty-one states."
"Elder Su has such a broad mind. The words he speaks are like water thrown out. It is difficult to take them back. The words he said on the Immortal Platform must also be arithmetic..."
This sentence is a bit painful.
Everyone present, whether they were close to the Jian Sect or sects distant from the Jian Sect, looked at each other in disbelief. The conflict between Wuhua Que and the Jian Sect was getting worse and worse, and it had gradually reached the point where it could not be adjusted.
The conversation between the two people could be said to have left no trace of face to the other party.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the man in a white shirt embroidered with begonias, wanting to see how he would react.
Su Bei didn't care at all about what was happening in front of him. He smiled casually and said, "No matter how Su's disciple behaves, Su will not blame her."
"It's just a bet. It's not like Su is a sect that can't afford to lose. If you lose, just admit it. So what if you apologize?"
"What's more, Elder Ling is so confident in the disciples of his sect? Are you sure that Su will lose this bet?"
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Ling Zhan clapped his hands and walked towards Su Bei with a smile on his face, and then said: "Elder Su is really a cooked duck. All he has left is his mouth."
"Today you all are here to give a testimony. Ling is not a bully, and there is no need to rise to any interests between sects. It is not too much to kneel in front of the disciples of Wuhua Que and kowtow twice. ?"
"..."
As soon as the words fell, Shan Wique's apricot eyes widened in an instant, he took a step forward and scolded softly:
"You are forcing things on others!"
"How can there be such a joke-like bet? How can people kneel on the ground and kowtow?" There was no expression on Ling Zhan's face, and Youyou said: "Oh? Too much?"
"That's not what Elder Su thought when he made such nonsense on the Immortal Platform. What? Is it difficult to kowtow and admit defeat?"
"In other words, the people of the Sword Sect are as incapable of playing as Elder Su?"
Ling Zhan shook his Taoist robe, glanced at Shan Wique, then looked at Su Bei and continued:
"Of course Elder Su doesn't have to admit it. Then Ling can only say that the people in the Sword Sect are all people who are just trying to gain fame..."
Clang - a crisp sound of sword clanging.
A white-haired woman in a purple shirt walked over. The cold wind in the mountains blew up the white hair on her temples, and her eyes showed a bit of chill:
"Can you say that again."
Ling Zhan looked at the woman walking towards him with indifferent eyes, Fuchen in his hand had already made a pose, and then repeated:
"Ling Mou said that the Jianzong are all people who are seeking fame and reputation. What? Does Fairy Wulan want to take action?"
Su Bei took a step forward, stretched out his hand to protect the hurried Shan Wulan behind him, and said softly: "Wulan, come back, it's okay."
He looked at Wenxian Road in the distance, then turned to look at Ling Zhan, and said seriously:
"Elder Ling's bet is too childish. I guess it was also an angry comment made by Elder Ling." Bang——
The sword box that had been carried behind Su Bei's back opened, and three swords flew out, each hovering beside Su Bei's body.
"To this day, Su has obtained three swords in total. The sword names are Qingping, Thinking of Parting, and Smiling on the Spring Breeze."
"The Qingping family is the most precious treasure of the Sword Sect. Naturally, Su cannot dispose of it at will, and this piece of farewell is a gift from Su's master. Su cannot dispose of it at will. Only this is left. A handful of 'Laughing Spring Breeze' was obtained by Su unexpectedly."
"If its quality is judged according to the weapons level of the twenty-one states, I think it is at least heaven-level."
Su Bei stroked the peach wood sword in his hand, then looked at Ling Zhan and said lightly:
"If Su Bei loses, he will go to Wuhua Palace and leave this sword in front of the gate of Wuhua Palace."
"What do you think, Elder Ling?"
Ling Zhan's eyes changed slightly as he looked at Su Bei. He also understood how humiliating it was for a monk to kneel on the ground. Once he knelt down, he would inevitably fall into the inner demon tribulation, which could basically be said to be death. This is the road to heaven.
However, the conditions proposed by Su Bei are not excessive. They are equivalent to hanging their face on the Wuhua Que Mountain Gate and can be trampled upon by others.
He snorted coldly, thought for a moment, took out a token from the storage ring, and said:
"This token is Ling's elder order. Similarly, if Wuhuaque loses, this elder order Ling will personally place it on the mountain gate of Jian Sect and let Jian Sect handle it."
After saying that, he looked around at the crowd and walked towards Su Bei step by step. The two of them were very close. He lay next to Su Bei's ear and said coldly:
"When we were on the Immortal Platform, what Elder Su said was very arrogant and domineering. I hope you can still laugh when the time comes."
"..." He sneered and turned around to leave.
Shan Wukue looked at Su Bei with a somewhat complicated look in his eyes, biting his red lips, holding Su Bei's big hand tightly with his small hand, and then patted the back of his hand gently as if he thought of something.
Su Bei held Shan Wulan's cold little hand with one hand, gently comforting her emotions, and held Shan Wuque's warm little hand with the other hand, letting her pat her gently, and then glanced at the crowd. Everyone smiled and said:
"We've finished watching the excitement, let's all leave..."
After saying that, he pulled the two sisters and walked towards the entrance of Wenxian Road.
People from various major sects looked at the retreating figures of several people, and they all thought it was a big deal. Once such explosive news came out, it spread throughout Wenxian Mountain in an instant, and it was like a noisy vegetable market.
"Hello? Did you hear that? Elder Su of Jianzong and Elder Ling of Wuhuaque have formally made a covenant as gentlemen of the sect."
"Who do you think has a better chance of winning?"
"You still need to ask? It's all obvious. It must be Wuhuaque. To put it bluntly, Elder Su actually planned to give up the laughing spring breeze."
"Hey! This is also the result of Elder Su not thinking carefully for a while. It is a pity for that heaven-level peach wood sword."
"After all, everyone knows that Elder Su's third disciple is a handyman disciple who cannot practice."
"Humph, it's all your own fault. You were so high-spirited at the Immortal Platform, how can you pay it back now..."
"..." At the foot of Wenxian Mountain, there was a crowd of people.
Shan Wulan frowned slightly, looked at Su Bei, bit her red lips, hesitated for a long time and finally said:
"Are you so sure that Sword Girl can win? To be honest, I don't have any confidence in my heart."
"That peach wood sword..."
There was another sentence she didn't say, because Shan Wulan valued the peach wood sword very seriously, at least it was acquired by Su Bei after spending a night watching the peach blossom rain with her.
Just giving someone up like this made me feel a little uncomfortable. Su Bei smiled bitterly and said softly:
"Are you telling the truth? My husband has no confidence at all and is already prepared to lose."
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His eyes looked softly at the slender figure wearing a white shirt and skirt not far away, and then the corners of his mouth curved:
"What I did may have put a lot of pressure on Sword Girl, but as my disciple in Su Bei, I naturally have to fight for it."
"I think she must want to prove herself more than anyone else now..."
Su Bei found a place that was slightly higher and sat down. Shan Wulan and Dan Wique sat next to him, one on the left and the other on the right.
The mountain breeze was blowing and it was cooler than ever.
Shan Wique's little face was flushed, and she let Su Bei hold her hand without resisting. She just lowered her eyes and did not dare to look up at him and his sister.
The catkins are slightly damp and the tips of the grass are slightly cool.
"Speaking of which, the peach blossom gown made by Wulan is very beautiful. My husband likes it very much." Su Bei smiled softly and looked at Shan Wulan.
Shan Wulan was stunned for a moment, then looked past Su Bei's gaze and looked at Shan Wique who was bowing his head silently. He was slightly startled, his eyes stagnated for a moment, and after a long time, he sighed and said softly:
"Only the corners of that dress were sewn by me...and most of them were done by my sister."
Su Bei turned around, looked at her and nodded:
"Yes, but my husband also likes every corner of your sewing." Shan Wulan's eyebrows trembled, and he smiled quietly without saying anything. Shan Wuque opened his mouth, but Su Bei reached out to cover it.
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"Let's cheer for them together..." The two women nodded.
The wind blew over two almost identical faces, blowing gently...