Chapter 898

At the foot of the mountain.

An old man in Confucian clothes stooped and walked on the mountain road with light steps.

Beside him, a middle-aged man supported his arm.

"Xiuxian college is really not a good place for you. It's good to stay here." The old man whispered.

"Teacher, I don't know one thing."

"But it doesn't matter."

"Then don't say."

"Huh?" The old man was stunned.

"If you have no house, you may not get a daughter-in-law." The middle-aged man rubbed his nose and said with a smile.

The old man was stunned for a while and looked at the disciples around him with a complex look. This was the most proud student he used to be, but now he is depressed and frustrated. Maybe there is his reason, but more reason is that the disciple himself chose the road under his feet. Some candidates were wrong and knew to return, but others went wrong, But for the so-called Tao, they have to go all the way to the black, cut through thorns and thorns, and do not hesitate to be scarred.

"If you can say such words, it seems that you have some feelings today." The old man sighed, "if you could get to know Xiao Yao earlier, maybe you could be more open-minded."

Middle aged men also have thousands of feelings.

"Although he is my student, I always think that to be his teacher is the greatest opportunity for me."

Then, the middle-aged man continued: "moreover, since I met him, I suddenly felt that life was still very good. At least, there was another person who wanted to protect, but I was too weak."

"So?"

"So I came." The middle-aged man's eyes twinkled with fine awns and calmed his heart. "You see, the boy beat Wu you of the Wu family, so Wu You's grandfather and father came. The boy killed Yang Yu of the poison sect, and Yang Nu, Yang's father, took revenge on him. He killed the Dharma protector of the Jiuyang sect, so the leader of the Jiuyang sect left the customs. I always think it's wrong."

"What's wrong?" The old man's eyebrows were slightly raised.

"I think it's all children's business. If their children can't beat my students, they have to recognize them by pinching their noses. Why do they beat the small ones to the big ones and the big ones to find them? They bully and sing without backstage? Those people in the blessed land always think that although my student has good talent, But there is still a distance between them. They can play as they want. Is this really the case? I don't think they did it right. "

The old man gradually quickened his pace.

The speed of middle-aged men has also been raised.

"He youniang was bullied. Without saying a word, he went to Shanxi to vent his anger for his students. At first, I thought it was wrong, but later, if it was all wrong, there would be no right thing in the world. He was also my student. I became a teacher because of him. I became the vice president of Haicheng Xiuxian college. That position, really It's like sitting on pins and needles. I touched my chest several times and asked myself, do I deserve it? Why should I? "

The old man stopped.

The middle-aged man continued to run on the mountain road.

Obviously, the distance between the two people was constantly opened, but the voice of the middle-aged man still lingered in the old man's ears.

"So I'm here today."

"I want to talk to those old guys."

"I have to make them understand that singing is not alone."

"I have to make it clear to them that I am Liu Zhongyi's student, not a roadside weed."

"Teacher, you once told me that if the truth can't be said by the other party, it's okay. It's a big deal to roll up your sleeves and do it hard."

"Today, I Liu Zhongyi, adhering to the words of the sage, shelter my disciples from the wind and rain."

Between the trees.

Rustle.

Countless voices walked through the woods.

There were also dozens of eyes, firmly staring at the two people on the mountain road.

Close your eyes, as if you could hear the sword singing.

Lou Zhou Tian stopped and looked at the wandering apprentice. The expression on his face was full of satisfaction.

"Jiuyang sect, 300 people, one great master, two great masters. Poison sect, 50 people, three thousand poisons, Wu family, 100 people, Xiaoshan sword sect, two great masters..."

For a long time, Lou Zhoutian slowly opened his eyes.

"In addition to those already on the mountain, are those in the Forest waiting for the top to stop and rush up to kill the people of xingchenzong?" Lou Zhoutian sneered, "just these people's words... Too few."

The back of the middle-aged man became more and more generous.

A wisp of white light enveloped the whole body.

"This is..." in the distance, another Dharma protector of Jiuyang sect suddenly stared round.

"Dharma protector, who is that man?"

"Liu Zhongyi, the disciple of Zhou Tian in the building of Xiuxian college." The great master Dharma protector frowned.

Do not know why?

He suddenly noticed that the guy named Liu Zhongyi was spreading a terrible miracle.

Suddenly.

A flash of light flashed through his mind and his face changed greatly.

"No, run!"

"Ah? Dharma protector, isn't the Patriarch on his way? We're going to evacuate?"

The great master Dharma protector had no intention to explain these. He rushed down the mountain at a very fast speed. It seemed that he wanted to leave this place in the shortest time.

The middle-aged man named Liu Zhongyi stopped slowly on the mountain road. He turned around and looked down at the hundreds of murderous people hiding in the jungle.

For a long time, his eyes tightened, stretched out a finger and wrote a word out of thin air.

No thick, no pen.

Essence, Qi and spirit replace it.

"Kill."

Read silently in your mouth and follow your words.

In an instant, there was a strong wind, the treetops rustled, and thousands of pine needles came from a distance.

"Disciple Liu Zhongyi wasted half his life, didn't save half his noble righteousness, didn't understand the words of saints, and didn't get the intention of a gentleman. Today, I'm willing to give up 50 years of Yang life in exchange for a day of Confucianism and saints, sing for my disciples and wipe out the demons and evils in the world!"

Raise your hand and fall.

Pine needles rustle and fall, like deadly hell needles, passing through the woods.

There were bursts of screams.

He turned around, continued to move forward, took one step, and his body soared up. A pillar of light fell vertically from the sky and enveloped it again. Looking not far away, the old man with a white lantern in his hand hummed gently.

"Out."

instant.

A gust of wind swept away.

The bright white lotus, suspended in the air by the lotus elder, lost its halo in an instant.

"Broken!"

A bang.

The lanterns broke in response to the sound, pieces of paper flying in the air.

"Is it worth it?" Lou Zhoutian raised his neck, looked at the people in the sky and asked softly.

His eyes fell on him and he was still respectful. When he spoke, Lou Zhoutian could clearly perceive the ease and freedom in the other party's tone, as well as the firmness in his eyes.

"Teacher, I may not be completely for him."

The sky around the building was slightly jawed and silent.