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Yin Chen didn't think it was enough after saying all this, and added: "He kept saying that he just wanted to vent his anger for Young Master Yi and scare Senior Brother Shu, but this disciple felt that Junior Brother Jiang was thinking deeply, hmph, it doesn't seem like Such a boring person."

Jiang Rong really hated Yin Chen to the bottom of his heart. The other party not only hated and despised him, but also always showed this loathing clearly on his face, even in front of him, and never shy away from it. Humiliation to the extreme.

He wanted to speak several times, but failed to interrupt Yin Chen. He was extremely anxious, and looked at He Zizhuo quietly, and was startled by the other's expression, and immediately knelt down.

Yin Chen said everything clearly, leaving him no room to deny it.

Jiang Rong said: "Master, disciple, disciple is not..."

He Zizhuo raised his hand to interrupt him, and said to Yin Chen: "I will deal with this matter, Chen'er, you go out first."

Yin Chen refused to leave: "Master, this disciple thinks this matter is very simple to deal with. Jiang Rong's behavior is not good, so he should expel his skills and expel him from the sect. In fact, he should have done this when he trespassed in the forbidden area. What is the meaning of a person other than ruining the family style?"

He Zizhuo said: "This matter is a teacher's own discretion. Chen'er, you are impatient today. Go out and copy the "Qingjing Sutra" ten times, so you can feel at ease."

This was punishing him for the crime of contradicting and being rude, Yin Chen was startled, and suddenly felt a burst of resentment welling up in his heart.

This resentment was not because of He Zizhuo's attitude towards him, but because he suddenly remembered what he had said to Shu Lingjia not long ago.

He said that he couldn't understand Shu Lingjia's move to leave the sect, accused Shu Lingjia of being too stubborn, and said that the master actually cared about him very much.

These words seem to be trying to persuade Shu Lingjia, and it seems that Yin Chen himself wants to whitewash the peace.

Because from the bottom of his heart, he has always respected his master, and he also hopes that his brother can come back, and everything will go back to the past.

Along the way, Yin Chen hoped that He Zizhuo would come forward and severely punish Jiang Rong, so that he would have a reason to persuade Shu Lingjia, telling him that everything was because he thought too much.

But He Zizhuo's attitude disappointed Yin Chen.

At that moment, he suddenly thought, whether Shu Lingjia had experienced such disappointing moments many times during the two years of injury that he did not know.

Yin Chen was born in the royal family and has an arrogant personality. He seldom considers other people's feelings on weekdays. He only wants to follow his own wishes in everything. Until now, once these thoughts pop up, he will inevitably think more and more.

There was a suffocated breath in his chest, and he didn't know if it was annoyance, distress, or anger.

Yin Chen hurriedly said: "Master, you are so biased, no wonder Senior Brother Shu is unwilling to come back! Do you think he has to stay in our sect? I think he is more vulnerable to a villain like Jiang Rong when he is outside." It's much more comfortable!"

He Zizhuo narrowed his eyes.

As soon as Yin Chen said the words, he immediately felt an extremely heavy coercion coming over his head, as powerful and fierce as the boundless sea, as if everything could be swept into the waves and swallowed up in a blink of an eye.

He felt a pain in his chest, and his blood was surging, only to hear He Zizhuo say "get out" coldly, and he was thrown out of the head's quiet room by this huge force.

He staggered a few steps and almost fell down. At this time, hands stretched out from behind and helped Yin Chen's shoulders firmly, which supported him.

Yin Chen coughed again and again, and it took him a while to recover. After he stood still, he pushed away the hand that was supporting him, and said coldly, "Brother."

The person who came was Luo Xiao, the head disciple of the Qi sect. He was always in poor health and rarely showed up on weekdays, but this time it was rare.

Luo Xiao's voice was always unhurried: "Junior Brother Yin, don't be ignorant. Let's go, don't contradict Master here."

Yin Chen said: "Jiang Rong intends to murder Shu Lingjia in Qingqiu, do you know?"

Luo Xiao said: "I just heard from the other juniors. Didn't you also tell Master about this? Naturally, Master has his own considerations about what Master wants to do. What's the use of you jumping around here?"

Yin Chen's eyes gradually turned cold.

On the day Shu Lingjia left the sect, he was not there, but after he came back, he was told about the situation at that time.

He kept complaining about Shu Lingjia's decision to leave, and didn't even wait for him to come back, and didn't leave a word, but at this moment Yin Chen suddenly understood Shu Lingjia's mood.

He just wanted an explanation, but everyone was ambiguously persuading him to forget it.

As long as He Zizhuo is fair, as long as someone can stand up and argue for him...

Yin Chen felt that his heart had been stabbed. For him, this was probably the first time he had seriously considered other people's feelings since he was a child.

"Eldest brother, you will always be like this. You are cowardly and afraid of getting into trouble. You will only get along with each other in any situation. Even if you are stepped on by others, you will just smile and pass."

Yin Chen suddenly said: "Apart from Master, the person Shu Lingjia admired and relied on the most since he was a child is you, but even you have never put yourself in his shoes and thought about his grievances, and you have never planned to speak for him. No wonder he's leaving."

After he finished speaking, he laughed at himself and said, "Forget it, I'm not qualified to say anything about you, it's all half-baked."

Regarding Yin Chen's accusation, Luo Xiao did not refute, but only said: "Are you happy after losing your temper? Go back when you are happy."

Yin Chen found that his master's school was really poisonous. Whether he was facing the master, the two senior brothers, or the junior fellow whom he didn't even want to admit to the hell, he was terribly aggrieved.

He snorted and walked away.

Luo Xiao shook his head, and said to himself, "Is it a bad thing to leave here?"

After saying that, he also left.

Jiang Rong kept kneeling, feeling the cold air on the jade floor seeping into his heart from under the floor.

When Yin Chen passed by him and left, Jiang Rong didn't move, he just lowered his eyelids, hiding all the hatred in his heart.

Ever since he was apprenticed to a teacher, he had killed his stepmother who beat and scolded him all the year round and his selfish and biased father. Those who have treated him badly in this world will die sooner or later.

He will remember the humiliation Yin Chen gave him today, and he also has a lot of patience.

There were only two masters and apprentices left in the room, He Zizhuo said: "Okay, Ah Wei, tell me, did your brother's words just now wrong you?"

Yin Chen explained everything very clearly, and there were quite a few disciples of the Ling Xiao Sect present at the time, so it was impossible for Jiang Rong to let it go.

He paused, and said in a low voice, "Master...no."

As soon as the word "no" came out, He Zizhuo flicked his sleeves, and Jiang Rong felt a gust of wind blowing him away, and he hit the wall behind him heavily, making his injuries worse. , A mouthful of blood spewed out when he opened his mouth.

He Zizhuo said coldly: "I remember I told you once, don't provoke Ling Jia."

He approached Jiang Rong step by step: "What about you? Not only did you go there disobediently, but you actually made such a mess, you have no skills and no brains, it really disappoints me."

Although Jiang Rong expected that he would be punished, he did not expect He Zizhuo to be so ruthless.

His shoulder had been injured by Shu Lingjia, but now he had to struggle to get up in embarrassment, only to feel the unbearable pain in his chest.

A sense of injustice suddenly rose, Jiang Rong suddenly raised his head and asked: "Master, in your heart, what am I?!"

He Zizhuo looked at him with downcast eyes, his face was calm, like the gods and Buddhas who were enshrined in temples and never had emotions.

After Jiang Rong yelled these words, the grievance accumulated in his heart could no longer be held back, and he said earnestly: "Master took me up the mountain at the beginning, and he didn't dislike my humble background and accepted me as a disciple. At that time, some of the sects Senior brother looked down on me, and you would defend me in every possible way, even... vacating senior brother Shu's position for me."

"I have always been very grateful for Master's kindness, and I also secretly vowed that if I have the opportunity, I must repay Master's preference for me."

He gritted his teeth: "But this disciple doesn't understand, why the master is so devoted to nurturing, but always treats the disciple with a distant and indifferent attitude? You are obviously not like this when you are facing Senior Brother Shu! I also really want to be respected by the master. Love it!"

He Zizhuo had a mocking look on his face. After hearing what he said, he snorted lightly and said, "You? Are you worthy?"

Jiang Rong was stunned for a moment.

He Zizhuo sighed and said: "Ah, the most taboo thing for people is greed. You have nothing, and what I gave you is your blessing. You just take it. If you don't give it, don't think too much about it."

Jiang Rong gritted his teeth, and asked with a pale face: "So Master Shu is the only one who loves me the most. I conflicted with him. You... are you angry? He was the one who was not hurt, but wounded me instead, Master. Can not you see?!"

He Zizhuo said lightly: "I lost in public when I clashed with others. I only know to come back and sue. It's a waste of my careful cultivation of shameful things."

He smiled, but the arc on his lips had an unusually cold taste: "Why do you think I took you up the mountain? It's because I took a fancy to your talent. You were born with a very keen sense of sword breath, and even more so In particular, you also have the rare Dzogchen fate, with good luck, you are the son of the chosen one, and you will not be invaded in a hundred eons. Therefore, as a teacher, you have high hopes for you and even pamper you."

Jiang Rong never imagined that He Zizhuo treated him differently because of the fate he stole from Shu Lingjia.

He half opened his mouth, his expression gradually changed from resentment to shock.

He Zizhuo's eyes turned cold: "But this is not the reason for you to push forward. If you are unstable and can't even display such a good talent, what's the use of me keeping you?"

"hiss--"

Jiang Radi's body was seriously injured, and he swayed without holding on for a while, the broken bones on his shoulder collided together, the pain seemed to shrink his heart.

He couldn't help asking: "So, the master's love for Shu Lingjia is because he is regarded as a disciple, and because he is cultivated and protected by me, because he is regarded as a useful... tool?"

He Zizhuo said: "It is very rare for people to be able to use the value of being used. But I have never tolerated disobedient people. Are you still worthy of such treatment?"

His expression seemed to be really thinking about a very difficult question, he slowly raised his hand and reached out to Jiang Rong.

An extremely powerful spiritual power overflowed from He Zizhuo's body, squeezing Jiang Rong's consciousness.

Jiang Rong was shocked and said: "Master!"

He could feel that his life was under a terrible threat - He Zizhuo actually intended to take his life!

Because he tried to move Shu Lingjia and failed, and because he was useless, He Zizhuo wanted to kill him directly?

At this time, a voice sounded in his head, scolding: "You trash, what are you doing in a daze, why don't you quickly show your ability to resist, do you really want to die?"

"Resist?"

Jiang Rong also answered him tremblingly in his thoughts: "I, how can I resist the master! Wouldn't it be faster to die!"

The other party seemed to sneer: "Weak bone, you won't be able to use it if you take the baby, and you underestimate this talent too much! Listen to me."

The next moment, Jiang Rong felt his physical strength and spiritual power condensed. At the same time, his hand uncontrollably squeezed the formula, raised his injured arm, and guided an invisible sword energy to counterattack He Zizhuo!

Jiang Rong was so frightened that he closed his eyes.

Since he traveled to this world, his living environment has been very harsh, but Jiang Rong has been a poor boy in the countryside for more than ten years, because for him, going out to fight and endure hardships is even more terrifying.

Later, he got Shu Lingjia's talent, and he naturally possessed many things, and he didn't need to take the initiative to fight for and change.

This kind of thinking has become a habit, and Jiang Rong has never realized that his current identity is already a strong man with extraordinary talents.

For the strong, the important thing is not to obey, but to give full play to their own value.

Don't beg, He Zizhuo will show mercy when he sees his ability.

Sure enough, feeling the sword energy, He Zizhuo let out a soft "噫" and put more force on his hands, the two streams collided with each other. If it wasn't for the formation in the quiet room, even the house would have collapsed.

He Zizhuo withdrew his hands and said, "You really surprised me, A-Ray."

No need to mention it this time, no matter how stupid Jiang Rong is, he still knows what he should do.

Enduring the severe pain in his shoulders, he knelt down in front of He Zizhuo, and begged: "Master, I am in such a bad position today because I am unwell. Please save my life, and I will give it to you, to win honor for the sect." .The sword test... yes, isn't there a sword test? I will definitely win!"

He Zizhuo didn't completely restrain his spiritual power. In just a short moment, Jiang Rong was already dripping with cold sweat and his heart was beating like a drum.

Finally, He Zizhuo smiled and said, "Okay, I also hope that you are telling the truth."

The pressure disappeared, he came over and helped Jiang Rong up with his own hands.

He Zizhuo said: "Get up quickly and go to heal your injuries. There is a new high-quality bone-nourishing ointment in Dange, and I will bring it to you as a teacher later."

If it was in the past, Jiang Rong would probably be ecstatic because of his support and a word of advice, but now he only feels his scalp numb and terrified.

He stammered: "Yes, yes."

He Ziyan patted him on the shoulder, leaned closer and said in a low voice: "Besides, don't engage in those meaningless tricks, and if you dare to assassinate your senior brother, no matter how capable you are, I will never let you go."

He let go of Jiang Rong, smiled and said: "Go, I will take a good look at your performance at the sword test meeting."

Jiang Rong's legs were trembling, and he didn't know how he walked out of the head's quiet room.

"senior?"

He tried to talk to the person in the bead: "Senior, are you still there?"

When the other party spoke, it was as bewitching as always: "You must win in the sword test meeting. If you lose, you will lose more and more of everything you stole."

Jiang Rong said: "The ability that was just displayed is really my ability? Then at the sword test meeting, can you still help me like this?"

"can."

Jiang Rong's heart was pounding, he had no way out, judging by He Zizhuo's attitude today, if he knew that Shu Lingjia's serious injury was caused by him, then he would definitely take it without hesitation his life.

He had to find a way to protect himself...not only to protect himself, but also to live a better and better life.

Today's humiliation, panic, and despair, Jiang Rong will never forget in his life, and he never wants to experience it again.

It turned out that the power he possessed was greater than he had imagined, but the time he started to practice was too short, so he couldn't exert it, it was a waste of money.

This aura of the protagonist is so precious, once it comes to him, he must never lose it again.

After Jiang Rong left, He Zizhuo waved his sleeve casually, and all the furnishings in the quiet room returned to their original state.

He sat back in his seat and said, "Come on."

A disciple quickly walked in, He Zizhuo flicked his fingers, and a greeting card flew to the disciple's hand lightly.

He said: "Take my greeting card and order a few people to go to Youshan, and ask Wei Shanjun to fetch a piece of Youshan chalcedony."

After the disciple agreed, he took the invitation and left.

A voice said: "Wei Shanjun once owed you a life-saving favor, but the two of you have not been in touch for a long time, and now you use this favor for Youshan Chalcedony, I am afraid that it will be difficult to find him for anything in the future. "

He Zizhuo said: "Youshan chalcedony contains the aura of the whole Youshan, if not, how could he take it out?"

A figure appeared from his saber, it was He Zizhuo's sword spirit pattern.

Feng Wen sighed: "It seems that you still love Ling Jia very much. Since you are willing to think of ways and painstaking efforts for his injury, why bother to indulge Jiang Rong? His character is really bad. If you support him like this, others will It’s bound to be dissatisfying.”

He Zizhuo said: "Is there any better choice besides him? You must know that because of the seal, I was planted with catastrophe. It was said that within 300 years, the Lingxiao faction would definitely destroy me. But to break through this catastrophe, only those with great luck and great consummation can do it. Jiang Rong’s luck is added to his body, and the only thing missing is the word "consummation", even if it is for the overall situation, I can't abolish him."

As soon as he mentioned this, Feng Wen fell silent.

The so-called consummation naturally requires the possession of prestige, appearance, cultivation, status, etc. in one's body.

When He Zizhuo brought Jiang Rong back to the sect, he thought that it would not be difficult to cultivate with his aptitude, but he did not expect that this person was too complicated and his temperament was not tenacious enough. His excellent talent could only be brought into play. Two or three out of ten, he is a good player at playing tricks.

He was furious today, originally he really wanted to kill Jiang Rong, but he didn't expect that the other party could display such a skill after being cornered, which made He Zizhuo look at him with admiration.

In this case, Jiang Rong still has the value of being supported by him.

"As for Ling Jia..."

He Zizhuo said casually: "I know his temper very well. He is very childish, but he values ​​love more than anyone else in his heart. This can be regarded as his biggest weakness."

Just now he had heard from Yin Chen that the reason why Shu Lingjia went to Qingqiu was to get an invitation to the sword test meeting from those foxes.

He Zizhuo originally left a copy of the invitation, but he didn't expect that Shu Lingjia would rather go to great lengths to find a bunch of outsiders who couldn't beat him, and refused to return to the sect.

When he heard the news just now, he was indeed a little annoyed, but when he thought about it again, he couldn't help but find it ridiculous.

This kid's temper is really...

Probably it was because I pampered him too much since childhood that made him so self-willed, but this kind of angry way is really silly and cute.

Did Shu Lingjia really think that by bypassing the sect and the master, he could break through the world with his own ability?

In fact, no matter how he behaved in the sword test meeting, he still couldn't escape the palm of He Zizhuo whether he was qualified to continue to compete in the final victory or defeat.

He just didn't want to do anything wrong, otherwise with Shu Lingjia's temper, he might be even more angry.

To deal with a fox with a bad temper, touch it along its fur.The wind and rain in the outside world can naturally make him understand how difficult it is without the protection of sects.

A faint smile floated on He Zizhuo's face: "If you want to coax him, it's hard to say, but it's easy to say, let him make a fuss for a while, and meet him at the sword test meeting. Naturally, I have enough Way. In short, sooner or later he will have to return to Ling Xiao."

Feng Wen hesitated to speak, but finally said nothing, shook his head, and went back into the sword.

As soon as the sword was closed, the trees were full of burgundy, and the sky was filled with colorful flowers and rain.

Shu Lingjia took a breath, sat down under the tree, put the mighty sword aside, sweat slid down his delicate porcelain cheeks, and then fell drop by drop from his chin to the ground.

The sparring session with Jing Feitong was a great inspiration to Shu Lingjia. Before that, he just relied on his understanding, but he was not sure whether he was right or wrong. He has been practicing swords and recalling every day these days, but he has learned a lot. new experience.

The Lingxiao sect is divided into Qizong and Xinzong. Qizong pays attention to listening to the sword and knowing the sword, the unity of man and sword, and the mind is empty and clear, so that you can use the supreme swordsmanship.

Xinzong pays attention to the care of the heart, sees the self, feels the sword with the heart, and comes out at will, which is the highest state.

The basic skills and moves of the two factions are almost the same, only after years of arguing for different mentalities and no one can convince the other, will they split.

Shu Lingjia has inherited Qizong since he came into contact with kendo, and he has never understood the exercises of Xinzong, but now his foundation of Qizong has been destroyed, and he has practiced this book by accident, which is very partial to the first-class Xinzong. Combining the two with his excellent swordsmanship, he actually gained a unique understanding of himself.

Stepping on the world of mortals and being a guest, the sky is endless.

The heart is clear and the love is always there, and the water flows and the flowers bloom for a period.

Why did your sword come out?When you draw your sword, what is in your mind?

The emptiness of the heart, the utmost love, the way of the sword, should there be love or no heart?

The answer is close at hand, as if it is within reach, but it is one step away, so people can only see a vague outline, but it makes people feel a little anxious.

At this time, a melodious bell sounded not far away, interrupting Shu Lingjia's somewhat confused thoughts.

He raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound,

——The sword test meeting is about to start.

The author has something to say: Master: "I will show you the wrong way to coax a fox."

Jiajiahu: "Daba."