Chapter 9: Abandoned disciples from the academy, the devil is the Tao!
Minshan.
In the dense forest at the Beishan Pass, a middle-aged man in green clothes holding an iron sword slowly appeared in everyone's sight.
There were guards and soldiers holding powerful crossbows to shoot at them, but they were all blocked by the iron sword in the hand of the man in green.
The guards rushed forward, and the middle-aged man walked with a sword. His steps were like a ghost, which was quite strange.
Lu Qingchen couldn't stop coughing and said: "Great swordsman, a disciple of the academy?"
"I didn't expect that the academy disciples were also involved in this matter, but the academy disciples actually interfered in politics?"
"With such an act of bullying the teacher and destroying the ancestors, aren't you afraid that the gentleman on the second floor will come down and kill you?"
There was an academy in the Tang Dynasty, and there was a dean named Confucius.
There is a back hill in the academy, and a two-story building on the back hill. The Master often lived here, accompanied by twelve disciples.
Because the master’s twelve disciples are so senior, they are called sir!
The middle-aged man in green clothes looked at the frightened soldiers and said with a sigh: "They are all the victims of big shots. I just follow my own way, so naturally you will not survive."
Then the middle-aged man in blue clothes looked at Chen Xuan, who was very trusting, saluted and asked: "May I ask this gentleman, what is a Taoist friend?"
If you don’t understand, you should not be ashamed to ask. This is what the academy taught him.
Chen Xuan looked at the middle-aged man in green with strange sword skills and explained: "Anyone who seeks the Tao can be called a Taoist friend."
Although the Dharma has three vehicles and immortals are divided into five levels, no matter whether it is a side sect, a leftist path, or a demonic path, they all have the word Tao.
Even if we are seeking the Tao, we are also seeking friends on the road.
Although there is a theory that people with different paths should not work together, but these paths are different because of the differences in the paths they take, not in the pursuit of the path.
How can we despise the Great Dao because the path we seek has little success?
Those who hold on to this will fall into the inferior vehicle.
The middle-aged man in green clothes considered Chen Xuan's words and said, "Sir, you can be called a real person!"
Then he looked at Lu Qingchen and said with a smile: "So I am an abandoned disciple of the academy, and what I do has nothing to do with the academy."
The iron sword flew across the air in the hands of the middle-aged man in Qingyi. It was as sharp as an antelope's horns. Anyone who touched it would die.
Lu Qingchen thought, and the dagger rose into the air and hit the iron sword of the middle-aged man in Qingyi.
There was a sound of gold and iron clashing, and sparks scattered indistinctly.
Ning Que watched with great interest. It turned out that this was a battle between practitioners. He couldn't stop the iron sword in the hands of the middle-aged man in green or the dagger in Lu Qingchen's hand.
So he wants to enter the academy, he wants to practice, and he wants revenge.
The battle continued, and Lu Qingchen was panting. The two breath adjustments made Lu Qingchen consume a lot of mental energy.
The mind master is indeed very strong, but once the sword master gets close to him, no matter how powerful the mind master is, he cannot use his weak body to engage in a hearty fight with the sword master.
Maybe there are some geniuses who can do it, such as close combat between mind masters and sword masters, but Lu Qingchen is not a person favored by Haotian, so Lu Qingchen thinks he can't do anything.
The guards gradually died, and there were not many soldiers left. The only remaining elite barbarians still had bows and arrows in their hands.
But the threat of sparse arrows to a great swordsman is almost no threat.
Lu Qingchen formed a seal with his hands and mobilized the last of his mental power in his body. In an instant, Lu Qingchen's mental power poured into the internal organs of the middle-aged man in green.
The middle-aged man in green clothes stopped, looked at Lu Qingchen solemnly, and said: "I didn't expect that Lu Qingchen, who is enshrined at the south gate of Haotian Dao, would abandon his sword and practice meditation, and enter the cave mysterious realm."
"It's just a pity that your breath adjustment was interrupted just now. Although my internal organs are injured, Mr. Qingchen probably doesn't have the strength to fight anymore."
Blood oozed from Lu Qingchen's facial features, flowing to his lower jaw.
A relaxed look appeared on the face of the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi, and the vitality of the surrounding world gathered crazily and poured into his body.
"The night is covering the sky, and the country is restless. I don't care about the prince or the Marquis of Xia. I only came here today to kill the princess."
Even before the murder, this student who was expelled from the academy still looked very graceful.
Li Yu, who was holding the child, grabbed the corner of Chen Xuan's dusty Ming Dynasty Taoist robe with his right hand that was not touched by the spring water.
It seems that he wants to say something, but when the words come to his lips, he can no longer say them.
"People in the academy use demonic methods to kill people, aren't you afraid of being punished by heaven?"
Lu Qingchen, who was paralyzed on the ground with his mind exhausted, was extremely frightened when he saw this scene.
Maybe a great swordsman can't do anything to Chen Xuan, but how should Mr. Chen, a great swordsman who is possessed by a demon, deal with it?
Ning Que picked up the black and thin Sangsang and was about to leave. The outcome was already decided for little pawns like them, so why should they stay here and risk their lives?
The carriage was not far behind Chen Xuan. After Ning Que thought for a few moments, he held a military bow and walked towards his old carriage.
All their wealth is in that dilapidated carriage. Besides, would a high-ranking man like the great swordsman still pay attention to the actions of a pawn?
The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi did not answer Lu Qingchen's question. Instead, he looked at Chen Xuan and asked, "Sir, do you think that becoming a demon means that you have decided on the right path?"
Becoming a demon is an extremely painful thing, forcibly absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth into the body.
Taking the gifts belonging to Haotian as your own is to become a demon. Since ancient times, those who have been possessed by demons have suffered a bad death.
It’s for heaven’s punishment!
Chen Xuan felt the pull of the corner of his clothes and said calmly: "What is a devil? Although you seek Taoism and are a Taoist friend, you are obsessed with the devil's form and do not have the devil's intention. Your path has gone astray, but you chose to die alone."
, and doing this can be regarded as being attached to the heart."
"But Her Royal Highness the Princess agreed to let me enter the academy. It just so happens that I am such a cool person."
"Of course we cannot allow fellow Taoist to kill Her Royal Highness the Princess."
At that time, Li Yu breathed a sigh of relief and could finally live.
Over there, Lu Qingchen also breathed a sigh of relief. Her Highness the Princess can finally go home.
The middle-aged man in green clothes held a sword and said: "Sir, what you said makes sense, let's fight!"
It was his wish to exchange the death of one person for the peace of the Tang Dynasty.
Chen Xuan looked at the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi who had absorbed a lot of heaven and earth energy into his body, like before a volcano erupted, and said: "The Tao has no distinction between big or small, nor is there any order. The Tao is the Tao, and the road is long and full of bones.
Clustered."
"It's up to me to send my fellow Taoist back home today!"
Next moment!
Chen Xuanyuan Shen moved with clarity, and the majestic vitality of heaven and earth also poured in from all directions.
The strong wind danced the giant trees in the dense forest, and the sky changed suddenly in a radius of half a mile, as if the sky was drooping.
Ning Que stopped next to the carriage, and using the carriage's cover, he bent his bow and aimed an arrow at the middle-aged man in blue.
Perhaps this time, we can get some credit, and this shamelessly young Mr. Chen may not necessarily be defeated.