After the dazzling white light passed, the disciples of the Tianren and Tianren sects finally opened their eyes one after another, stretching their heads to look at the "On Dojo" that had long since disappeared.
"What just happened?"
"Who won?"
"Look, it's Xue Ji. Master Chuanxu's sword is broken. It's Master who wins."
"Master has won, two out of three, great."
In the field, Chisong's eyes were empty, and he still held the sword control skill in his hand, standing stiffly on the spot.
Chuanxu fell to the ground, covered in sweat and dust. He tried his best to get up, and climbed half of his body, only revealing his unkempt face, and then fell down weakly.
"Master~"
"Save people quickly, save people quickly~"
In such a scene, the victory or defeat does not seem to need any further explanation, and the Tianzong disciples are already overjoyed.
However, the first thing Chisong said after coming back to his senses was, "Junior Brother Chuanxu, you will be in charge of Xueji for the next five years."
After saying that, he took a breath and turned around dejectedly towards everyone in Tianzong.
Qing Le couldn't believe it. There were three sword fights. In the previous two games, he was the only one who lost, but this time he was the only one who won. What happened? How did the original win-win situation end up like this?
"Master, what are you talking about? Haven't you already defeated Master Chuanxu?"
"Yes, Master."
"In the end what happened?"
The disciples of Tianzong couldn't believe it, and the Renzong side was also confused. Their master, the master, lost the ability to move, but Uncle Chisong was not obviously injured. How could they still win?
Chisong was already in a bad mood. When he heard the buzzing in his ears, he immediately shouted with a cold face: "Quiet."
Chuanxu understood that sword. If he was determined to win and aimed the sword at himself, even if he missed his vital point, the best outcome for him would be to be crippled. However, Chuanxu did not do that.
Akamatsu is not so shameless that he thinks he has really won this match.
"Ahem, cough, cough~" Chuanxu stood up with the support of Qing Gu, raised his head and looked here, weakly cupped his fists and saluted, "Brother Chisong, I give in, cough~"
Chisong stopped and was silent for a long time. He turned around and said, "Junior brother Chuanxu, you should cultivate yourself well and don't hurt your foundation."
Chuanxu was a little surprised when he heard this, but still responded politely: "Thank you, senior brother, for your concern."
"Um."
The disciples of Tianzong watched in silence as their master slowly walked towards the back, not even daring to take a breath.
Chuan Xu picked up the Xue Ji sword inserted in the "On the Taoist Hall", waved his hand to ask Qing Gu to stop supporting him, gestured to everyone with his fists, and then raised the sword of Taoist inheritance, "From today on, Xue Ji, from
My Renzong is in charge."
The disciples of the Renzong shouted in unison: "Yes, the head master."
"Your Majesty the Imperial Preceptor, this concludes the discussion of swordsmanship at the Miao Tai. I am grateful for the presence of the Imperial Preceptor. I apologize for any lack of hospitality."
Now that Chuanxu has taken over Xueji, Renzong will be able to represent Taoism in the next five years. Lu Yan, the distinguished guest, was still present, and he immediately dragged his seriously injured body over to speak.
"Headmaster Chuanxu, you have defeated me. The headmaster is suffering from internal injuries, so he should rest quickly."
Lu Yan knew that the other party had just exhausted his internal energy in a duel and had also lost a lot of mental strength. Of course, it was impossible for him to accompany him in person. It was not his first time back to Taiyi Mountain, so he asked: "Master, I want to visit the poor master.
,I don’t know…”
"Master is retreating in the Bamboo House in the Back Mountain before discussing swordsmanship. I used this as an excuse to ask for a visit, but I never got to see him. If he is the Imperial Master, maybe he can. Ahem~"
Chuanxu said, turning his head to signal to the apprentice beside him, "Qing Gu, lead the Imperial Master there."
"Yes, Master." Qing Gu's eyes lingered on the Master for a few more moments, then turned to Lu Yan and saluted respectfully, "Master Imperial Master, please follow me."
"Well, I'm done."
Before Lu Yan left, he did not ask Nong Yu and Ying Jue to follow him, "Nong Yu, you and General Ying Jue are waiting here. I will come back as soon as I go."
"Yeah." Nongyu nodded lightly and responded without doubting that he was there.
…
Lu Yan was going to visit Renzong back mountain to meet the poor man. Naturally, the poor man could no longer argue with Bei Mingzi and watch the show. When he was about to leave, he suddenly said seriously: "Brother, you should check up on Qing Le."
." After saying that, he turned into a ray of light and disappeared from the place.
Bei Mingzi thought of Qing Le's great strength and dirty deeds. His white eyebrows moved, and the gray robe gradually faded in color. His whole person turned transparent and disappeared without a trace.
…
Everyone inside the Tianzong Mountain Gate was dejected and the atmosphere was gloomy.
Oh no, except Qingxu. He was happy because he saw Uncle Chuanxu's understanding, but as a disciple of Tianzong, he couldn't show this joy.
"Master, can this be the case~" Qing Le followed Chi Song, clenching his fists so tightly that anyone could see his deep unwillingness.
Before Chisong could speak, a long and distant voice floated from the sky, "Qingle, who is behind you?"
Chisong heard this voice and hurriedly saluted, "Disciple has met Master."
The disciples of Tianzong suddenly understood, and each of them quickly followed suit and saluted, "I have met the master."
Bei Mingzi's figure solidified in front of everyone's eyes, and his calm and deep eyes gave Qing Le a sudden break in his heart.
"Teacher, master, master, disciple, what is behind the disciple..."
Chi Song didn't understand why Bei Mingzi seemed a little angry. In his impression, Master was almost always indifferent and quiet. He stood in front of Qing Le and asked: "Master, what did Qing Le do?
Please check it yourself."
"Hmm~" Bei Mingzi frowned, he was not satisfied with Chisong's behavior.
It’s okay if he didn’t realize that Qing Le’s breakthrough in strength was not his own. During the sword discussion, Qing Le deliberately concealed his clumsiness and killed his fellow disciples. Chi Song must have seen it, and even defended him without settling the score with Qiu Hou.
"Chisong, you let me down."
Being trapped in the shackles of obsession and unable to escape is not a strange thing on the path of spiritual practice. Bei Mingzi has seen it a lot in his life, so he saw Chisong's actions leading Tianzong and did not stop him. This was Chisong's choice.
path of.
But Qing Le is different. He was promoted to Dacheng by an unknown external force, and he killed his fellow disciples with despicable calculations during the sword discussion. The person behind him is a huge threat.
Bei Mingzi was furious, how could Qing Le endure it? The pressure of the heaven and human realm was overwhelming, and Qing Le's face was filled with fear and despair without even taking a breath.
Chisong wanted to speak for his disciple, but was frightened away by Bei Mingzi's look. Among the many disciples around him, no one dared to breathe harshly.
"Yes, he is the master's uncle, he is the master's uncle. The disciple's strength is only with the help of the master's uncle..."
"Huh? Master, uncle, isn't that~" Bei Mingzi was suddenly stunned. If his senior brother is still alive, he can only be Kunwuzi who left Tianzong decades ago.
"Junior Brother Kunwu, you said it was Junior Brother Kunwu who improved your strength."
"Disciple does not dare to deceive the master. That senior indeed calls himself Kunwu."
Chisong was confused by all this and asked without knowing why: "Master, is it really Uncle Kunwu who is back?"
"Alas, it's been almost forty years, and today's Tianzong is disappointing."
Bei Mingzi heard the voice from heaven in the air and glanced around. All the disciples, including Chisong, were completely unaware of it. When he sensed the source of the voice again, he realized something in his heart, "Junior Brother Kunwu?"
"It's me, Senior Brother Beiming. You're fine."
Bei Mingzi closed his eyes and followed his senses to look for him. Suddenly his figure disappeared in front of everyone, leaving Chisong and others with puzzled expressions.