Jianling

Meng Wubei was very solemn when he kowtowed, he had never lowered his head so solemnly, for more than ten years, the pride of Pichenmen practiced swordsmanship day by day, was obsessed with martial arts, behaved uprightly, never made half a step wrong, he was better than Qingru himself must abide by the door rules.

At this moment, he lowered his head, his voice was gloomy, and Qingru suddenly realized that the child had grown so big.

"Master, please punish."

Qingru has always been calm and calm, when Wen Xu came to him, he was still ridiculing a lot in his heart, he only laughed that Wen Xu was ranked in the top ten in the Jianghu for nothing, and he couldn't even teach an apprentice well, it was clearly jealous that he had a good job in the Pichen sect No sorrow sits in town, talented people come forth in large numbers, and the future is bright.

Until Meng Wubei opened his mouth, Qingru felt thunderbolt, even Wen Xu's sneer was ignored by him, he stood up abruptly, and asked coldly, "What did you say?"

"The disciple never stole the Huanxi School's sword technique, nor did he have an affair with Xiao Shuhua...but the disciple did rescue Xiao Shuhua."

"Then do you know where Xiao Shuhua is now?"

Meng Wubei was silent for a moment, and then said: "I know."

Qing Ru was furious, immediately put down the teacup and said coldly: "Say!"

Meng Wubei shook his head and only said, "Master please punish me."

Everyone in the Qiongtai audience was silent, only Wen Xu's low-pitched laughter could be heard endlessly.Wen Xu couldn't help wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, wiped his cheeks with a brocade handkerchief, and said with a smile to Wen Zhumi, who was waiting beside him, "Look, Zhumi, this is the pride of the Pichenmen."

Wen Zhumi took the brocade handkerchief he handed over, smiled slightly, and didn't say much.

Qing Ru didn't have time to take Wen Xu's taunts into consideration, he slapped the table, but tried hard to hold back his anger: "Wu Bei, but that demon designed to frame you?"

"...No," Meng Wubei insisted, "He is kind to his disciples."

"Meng Wubei, you have to think carefully!" Qingru couldn't bear it anymore, and almost pointed at him and cursed, "The Pichenmen has been passed down for thousands of years, so there is no reason to collude with outsiders! The first time you go down the mountain, you don't understand the sinister human heart. The teacher can teach you, as long as you want, the teacher can go down the mountain to accompany you to practice—but if you continue to be so obsessed, the teacher will no longer protect you!"

Meng Wubei's body trembled, but he knelt down firmly. Although he didn't make a sound, he expressed his determination with his actions.

Seeing him like this, Qing Ru softened her heart after all, and said earnestly: "...If you don't know Xiao Shuhua's whereabouts, just put it bluntly, it's a big deal to find the suzerain for the master."

"Master," Meng Wubei raised his eyes, his eyes were calm but extremely bright, "You have educated your disciples for 17 years, and it is difficult for a disciple to repay you for a lifetime."

Qingru's whole body was shaken, the long sword around her waist was unsheathed suddenly, and it was heavily nailed an inch in front of Meng Wubei's body, breaking through several layers of bluestone, and standing there firmly.

"Meng-wu-sorrow." Qing Ru called him, the voice was like a thunderbolt, Daojun always liked to laugh, this is the first time the disciples saw him get angry like this, they were all silent and dared not speak out, "You Very good. Pindao taught you really well."

Meng Wubei bowed his head and said nothing.

Qingru endured it for a long time, and finally turned her eyes away, stopped looking at him, and just let out a long sigh: "Have you made your decision?"

Meng Wubei remained silent, but he was already expressing his thoughts to Qingru with the same insistent silence—it could not be changed.

Wen Xu had seen enough of the excitement, so he spread his fan to cover half of his face, and a laugh came from behind the fan: "It seems that Shuhua is really good at cultivation, even though he is not good at martial arts, he can trick the Taoist priest into abandoning his master for him. This is the supreme honor of my Huanxi sect, and I am indeed the most proud disciple of this seat."

Qingru glanced at him coldly, but didn't argue with him again, only said in a cold voice: "The Bichenmen will obey the order, and from now on, there will be no more people like Wubei in the gate. From then on, what Meng Wubei said and did , Whether it is life or death, glory or ruin, has nothing to do with the Pichenmen."

Meng Wubei bowed and bowed, listening to only Qingru's voice with internal strength in the deathly silence around him.

Meng Wubei is a man of few words and little sense of justice, and he is the least likely to be sad because of the loss of favor.

Wen Xu clicked his tongue, and saw Qing Ru wave his sleeves again, and all the disciples of the Pichen Sect knelt down and bowed to the statue of Tianzun behind him.

"—Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun. Please obey the order of the head."

Meng Wubei kowtowed three times to him, but never said a word.

Qingru was finally tired. No matter how determined she was, she couldn't accept that the apprentice she was proud of would make such a decision when she was about to leave the teacher - just to meet a stranger for the first few days.

"Meng Wubei, the fate between you and me as a master and apprentice has been wiped out today." Qing Ru paused, and then said calmly, "Are you half sad?"

Meng Wubei was stunned for a moment, thought carefully, and said, "About a little."

Qing Ru smiled angrily, nodded and said: "That's good, it turns out that the monster of Huanxi Sect really needs to teach you these feelings, but it's Pindao who has neglected his duties for so many years and wasted you for nothing."

"Master... Daojun shouldn't be like this."

Qing Ru waved her hand, glanced at Wen Xu, who was smiling like a flower, and also smiled back: "What is Sect Master Wen waiting for?"

Wen Xu blinked, and his innocent expression was exactly the same as Xiao Shuhua's: "Of course, after the Daoist finished his lecture, he would take this little Taoist back to the Huanxi Sect and torture him. Why, the Daoist is not willing?"

"Where is it?" Qingru smiled slightly, but raised her hand slightly, and a dozen Pichenmen disciples immediately stepped forward, clasped their fists at Wen Xu, and saluted Wen Xu. Inheritance, there are quite a lot of red tape, although Meng Wubei is no longer a disciple of the Bichen sect, he still needs to be punished—besides, there is a rule in the sect that outsiders are not allowed to be present when dealing with internal affairs."

Wen Xu suddenly realized, but he didn't see him becoming angry from embarrassment. Instead, he just glanced at him with a half-smile: "So that's the case. If the Taoist gentleman said this, I will understand."

Before he finished speaking, he looked at several disciples who didn't show good intentions, one of them still had tears on his face, obviously feeling sad because of Meng Wubei's leaving the Pichenmen.Although Meng Wubei is not good at words, he has always regarded himself as a big brother for many years, and never slack off in the slightest. He has never been in debt for a single day in the sword skills he should teach and the Dao scriptures he should recite.Most of the disciples in the sect take him as a role model, especially those who have no characters. They always only thought that senior brother should be the number one hero in the world today. They never thought that senior senior brother would be forced to leave the Pichen sect one day.

Wen Xu could see the discontent in their hearts, and he didn't want to get angry with a group of children who were angry, so he simply smiled, and Wen Zhumi who was beside him helped him up with his right hand, walked slowly down the steps, and turned around with a smile: "Then I will not disturb Daojun, Daojun, please."

The lightness kung fu of the Huanxi sect is famous all over the world. Wen Xu has the reputation of "Half Sleeve Cloud", and his lightness kung fu is even more outstanding, so just saying this sentence, the two of them disappeared at the same time.

Qingru sat alone on the stage, overlooking the silent or weeping disciples, and Meng Wubei who was still kneeling, as if forcing him to do something.

"Meng Wubei, do you still remember the third rule of the Pichenmen?"

Meng Wubei's whole body froze, and great grief welled up in his heart, but his lips were already opening and closing endlessly: "Yes. The third rule of the Bichenmen, except for those who violate the big taboo, all disciples who violate the discipline will be the head of the sect or the first in their generation. Punishment, those who commit major taboos, that is, those who betray the master's sect, those who go down the mountain privately, those who collude with outsiders, and those who bully and cause trouble, such serious harms, should be expelled from the master's sect, and all the disciples in the sect will be punished."

Qing Ru nodded calmly, put the teacup aside, and said softly: "You still remember, that's good too."

After all, Qingzheng's seniority is considered high, standing at the top of the disciples, he immediately raised his head among the disciples who bowed their heads to listen to the training, and looked at Qingru in astonishment, but Qingru couldn't meet her with a tacit understanding. He said to himself: "Can you admit that you colluded with outsiders?"

Meng Wusai was speechless.

Qing Zheng was in a hurry, Wu Huan was still behind her, at first she could hear a few cries, but now there was no sound at all, people around her were peeking at her, Qing Zheng suddenly realized her place in their hearts—— Maybe after Wu Bei, the young disciples in the sect can only rely on her.

But she doesn't want to.

She knows better than anyone else how suitable Meng Wubei is to be the head of the sect. As the first apprentice, Meng Wubei has put in far more painstaking efforts than everyone guessed and saw.

Qing Ru didn't know how much this young man had dedicated.

Qingzheng is timid and cowardly, all her talents are only reflected in the way of swordsmanship, but she finally forced all her courage from the crowd, she walked out from the disciples, although the voice was not loud, but this was her The voice of the Qing generation was the first rebuttal in the silence: "I have worked hard for the master for several years, how can the senior brother chill everyone's hearts so much?"

The hand that was as clear as holding the tea suddenly trembled violently, he lowered his head to sip the tea, no one could see his expression clearly.

Only the sudden ripples of the tea water witnessed his tears falling from the corner of his eyes into the cup.

"—Brother, please give Wu Bei a chance!"

The disciples of the Pichenmen seemed to be startled by the words, they woke up from their dreams one after another, and followed Qing Zheng's pace in panic.

They knelt down one by one, kowtowed to Qingru and then to Meng Wubei.

"Leader, please, give senior brother a chance!"

Qingru put down the teacup, but he only looked at Meng Wubei.

The disciples of Pichenmen practiced on the mountain all the year round, most of them are upright and upright, they don't like to talk too much, they seem to be born gentlemen, their friendship is always flat, like clear water.They don't like Xi Zong's behavior the most, and even a little bit of emotion will become a turmoil, which is like the fiercest fire in the world, so they never express it—but it doesn't mean that they don't understand feelings.

They never dared to forget that Pichenmen was their common home.

So they are willing to burn for it, for their home.

Qing Ru said: "Meng Wubei, do you want this opportunity?"

Meng Wubei asked: "What should the younger generation do?"

"If you confess Xiao Shuhua's whereabouts, there is a poor man, and Ban Xiuyun dare not make things difficult for you."

Meng Wubei was silent.

After a long time, he still maintained his kneeling position:

"Please give me the punishment."

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