"Ha... Great Elder, you must have learned bad things from the dean. You drank too much. What nonsense were you talking about?" said the disciple.
Feng Jin smiled and said: "Come on, let's continue drinking. Great Elder, Dean Lin, we just pretend we haven't heard what you just said."
Feng Jin's eyes were red, and his neck was extremely sore. He took a swig, and the strong wine slid down his throat, which was so painful.
He and his disciples were just deceiving themselves and others.
"Brothers and sisters." The woman's clear voice sounded, and all the disciples put down their wine glasses and couldn't help but turn around and look at Qing Ge.
Qingge bent her soft waist, bowed politely, held a bottle of wine in her hand, and saluted everyone: "I'm sorry, I have brought trouble to everyone. If Tiandiyuan is not disbanded, Tiandiyuan will sooner or later be destroyed by the Wang family and the Zongfu. ,massacre."
"Junior sister Ye, what nonsense are you talking about? It's clear that the Wang family and the clan have gone too far to bully others. Why do you need to apologize? You're right about everything. You're fine." Seeing Qingge blaming herself, the disciples all shared the same hatred and said hurriedly. Kind words protect light songs.
"Little junior sister, we are all proud people, why are we afraid of what the Wang family clan will do?"
"In life, we are the people of heaven and earth, and in death, we are the soul of our courtyard. Even if we die, we will die in the courtyard of heaven and earth, joining hands with many senior brothers and sisters. We are not afraid at all."
"Don't leave. Having entered the Heaven and Earth Courtyard, how can you leave in times of danger? This is not the behavior of a gentleman!"
"..."
When Qingge, Dean Lin and others heard those voices, their eyes filled with tears.
Young practitioners do not have dark and extreme thoughts. They are afraid of death, but they also have the courage to face death without regard for their own lives.
They are determined and brave.
The hands under Qingge's sleeves were slightly clenched.
Her strength cannot resist the Zongfu and the Wang family, so the Tiandiyuan must be disbanded.
Soon after, the ultimatum from the Wang family and the clan came down, and Tiandiyuan was like a bird in prison, with really no way to escape.
"I know you are brave and are good disciples of Tiandiyuan, but why bother dying together when we can live together? We should enjoy these great years."
Qing Ge said calmly: "Have you seen the desert wind and sand outside the Qinhuai Great Wall? Have you ever appreciated the snow in the Demon Cave Mountain in Beiling Realm? You have not yet married and established a business. It is a good thing to have a proud character. It means that you are all heroes, but even if the Tiandiyuan is disbanded , you are still gentlemen. A gentleman's behavior will never change his pride no matter when or where he behaves."
Hearing this, the disciples began to waver.
"Time is running out, three days is the limit." The wine bottle in the singer's hand shook slightly towards everyone, and then he drank it all. "With this bottle of wine, I wish everyone here a bright future, wealth and glory, and great success."
Qingge poured another pot of wine, and drank it after toasting: "With this pot of wine, I wish all the brothers and sisters to stay away from villains and away from suffering in the future."
"With this jug of wine, I wish our president will survive, and my brothers and sisters will never regret it for the rest of their lives."
After singing the song, everyone raised their glasses and shouted in unison: "I hope you won't regret this pot of wine!"
Dean Lin looked at Qingge complicatedly, her words could shake everyone.
A night of banquets and carnivals, with everyone singing and dancing, making you smile.
If the arrival of dawn is accompanied by farewell, who wouldn't want to wait in the dark night?
The next day, in the early morning, the disciples who woke up packed their bags and left the Tiandi Courtyard. They embarked on the road of cultivation alone.
Qingge worked tirelessly and took the trouble to send them out of Tiandiyuan.
Before leaving, the disciples gave her a hug.
"Little junior sister, see you tomorrow." No matter how we see you tomorrow, I'm afraid we will never see you again.
Qingge stood on the top of the mountain dressed in red, with strong winds blowing everywhere. On the day of departure, the sun was good enough.
The disciples left one after another, singing the little song: "It hurts to say goodbye, but I can't bear to say goodbye. The journey of a young man is long, and I don't know when I am young. I walk through reincarnation alone, and my soul is tempered in the sea of bones. I won't turn back, and I won't regret or break my heart."
…
Qing Ge looked at their backs and pursed her lips.
Clothes rustled in the strong wind.
Suddenly, she pulled out the Mingwang Sword, touched the ground with the sole of her foot, and danced a sword dance on the top of the mountain.
The red sleeves are filled with wind and rise up like waves coming one after another.
With the soles of her feet on the ground, she jumped up, her soft waist bending to the limit while in mid-air.
The long sleeves are like whirlpools, and the moment is like fireworks. During the dance of the sleeves, the Mingwang sword breaks through the air, with a thunderous momentum.
The disciple who was walking on the mountain road seemed to have noticed something. When he looked back, the gleam of red reflected in his eyes was a rare beauty in this life, a cold beauty with a charming charm.
Junior sister.
goodbye.
…
In one day, almost all the disciples left.
The huge Tiandi Courtyard was empty, and there was no longer the joy and laughter of the past.
Dean Lin seemed to have aged more than ten years for a moment, and was full of fatigue. He sat on the grass and stared blankly ahead.
Qing Ge and Liu Yan'er walked to Dean Lin and sat down next to them, while Jing Jing came over with a pot of wine.
"Why do you feel so uncomfortable?" Feng Jin patted his chest, as if this would make him feel less uncomfortable.
"The Wang family and the clan are really hateful. That Wang Qinghong deserves to die!" Feng Jin gritted his teeth.
"Ge'er, what's wrong with you?" Liu Yan'er turned to look at Qing Ge, frowning slightly.
Qingge stood up suddenly, her face turned pale.
"What's wrong?" Monk Feng Jin Zhang Er was confused.
Long Shitian turned to look at Qing Ge.
Qingge stepped on the ground and ran out of the Tiandi Courtyard. Feng Jin and others looked at each other and followed, and the elders they saw behind them all came one after another.
Qingge ran all the way, feeling suffocated in her chest. Her speed reached the extreme, like lightning and thunder, and strong wind and rain.
The pool of blood flowed slowly, and her soft boots stopped in the pool of blood.
Qingge couldn't keep her figure steady and couldn't help but take two steps back.
Her eyes widened slightly, and her beautiful eyes reflected the beautiful light of the sunset, and those... corpses lying in a pool of blood.
The young and familiar faces are the disciples of Tiandiyuan.
All the disciples who left Tiandiyuan became corpses.
Kaka...
Qing Ge's hands were clenched into fists, his joints turned white, and he made a chilling sound.
Liu Yan'er, Feng Jin and others stopped and looked at the blood in front of them in disbelief.
"What...what's going on?" Feng Jin said incoherently.
Liu Yan'er's face was pale.
Long Shitian secretly gritted his teeth: "Who did this...?"
With a loud bang, Dean Lin knelt on his knees and stared straight ahead.
Those are the descendants that he tried his best to protect.
Why! Why so! Why!
Dean Lin roared.
Several elders could not hold on and collapsed to the ground.
"It's the Wang family!" Long Shitian gritted his teeth and took out the royal palace token from the corpse.
The wind rises.
Qingge raised her eyes and looked at the hillside.
A figure in black clothes looked back at her, with a cold and ruthless face and a pair of bone-cold eyes embedded with cruelty.
It’s...Yuer!
Qingge's eyes opened slightly.
You'er held the spear in one hand and put the mask on his face with the other.
She had a ponytail, she turned around, and disappeared from Qingge's sight with a few ups and downs.
The person who killed the disciples of Tiandiyuan was You'er?