Those years of bking for green tea apprentices

(thirteen)

"Senior Fang, your lord has a lot of people. I offended you before, so don't take it to heart." Zheng Dongjian finally showed fear on his face, his neatly trimmed beard was in a mess, and the compass in his hand collapsed.

He has been in the Taoist organization for a short time, and he has not come into contact with any core information, but he still clearly knows the identity of the person in front of him.

A sage of the Dao of Heaven, who lives the same life as the heaven and the earth, is almost the spokesperson of the Dao of Heaven.Although the Daoist organization has always sent people to watch Fang Yanchu, the story of him smashing Penglai with a single sword has always been worshiped as a legend by sword cultivators. Almost every beginner sword cultivator will receive a gift from the teacher in the first lesson——Thousands of years ahead The picture of Yan Chu's shocking sword.

Fang Yanchu said that his lifespan had come to an end, Zheng Dongjian felt a chill in his heart, his straight back seemed to collapse in an instant.He tried his best to control his expression, and the lifeless blue-gray still covered his cheeks in an instant.

A person who foresees his death is really not far from death.

Kneeling down with a "plop", he prostrated on the ground like those scattered souls: "Saving someone's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Senior Fang, please save me."

Fang Yanchu stood firmly in front of him, accepted the kneeling calmly, but still shook his head slightly with a sinking face and said: "I can't save you."

He cast his eyes on Zheng Dongjian, and seemed to see someone else beyond him. Fang Yanchu's eyes showed pity and compassion: "This is fate, you and I are cultivators at the same time, you should know it."

Now that Fang Yanchu has lost even the little bit of pity and compassion, Zheng Dongjian's life is the same as the little living soul in the formation in his eyes, the same as the little black cat he allowed to take in, and even the same as the grass, trees, earth and rocks in this world.

Life and death are just common sense in the world.

Zheng Dongjian's robe was attached to the ground, and he began to tremble with his movements, sweeping the dusty ground out of a small clean area.The corner of the robe trembled on this small area for a while, and then stopped suddenly as Zheng Dongjian's crying stopped abruptly.Zheng Dongjian raised his head abruptly, almost biting his teeth and begging in a trembling voice: "Then why are you willing to meddle in the affairs of the world? You save ghosts, don't you want merit?"

There were both painful begging and unwilling resentment in his voice, as if he regarded Fang Yanchu as the god who ordered his destiny, and vented his dissatisfaction with Fang Yanchu.

Fang Yanchu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he had been a sage of the Dao of Heaven for too many years, and as a mediator of the Dao of Heaven, it was not uncommon for him to be scolded and wronged.There are too many people like Zheng Dongjian who tried to change their fate against the sky and were defeated by their fate. There are too many people who fail to succeed and attribute the reason to unfair fate, but Zheng Dongjian is the first person who misunderstands that he wants merit indivual.

"Elder Zheng, you saw that I have transformed thousands of ghosts." Fang Yanchu glanced at Ji Qianshan who was beside him, and when this kid pounced on him just now, he also said that excessively transforming thousands of ghosts is a great merit from heaven, "But, Have you seen the merits and virtues bestowed on me by the Dao of Heaven?"

"This..." The merits and virtues descended from heaven are felt by all cultivators all over the world.Although Zheng Dongjian has no talent for cultivation, he has practiced diligently for decades, so he still has this ability.He felt—

"The way of heaven has not brought down merit."

Why did the Dao of Heaven fail to lower its merits? That is something that is difficult for a cultivator of Zheng Dongjian's level to touch.Maybe it's because the heavenly saints are different, or maybe the merits from the heavens are an illusory thing, but there is only one thing that can be determined——

Fang Yanchu didn't come here for merit.

Rescuing Zheng Dongjian not only won't get any merit, but he will also bear karmic debts for changing his fate against the sky.

Fang Yanchu thought that he had made things clear, he was not interested in when Zheng Dongjian died, and he didn't feel any harm to him, so he turned around and walked out in the direction he came from.

Behind him was Zheng Dongjian struggling and shouting: "Senior! Senior! I can help you!"

"senior……"

"Master," Ji Qianshan obediently followed Fang Yanchu, turned his head to look at Fang Yanchu's immobile face curiously, and couldn't help asking, "Why didn't Master help him?"

"Why help him? Didn't you already see that he was going to die?"

"His face shows that he died innocently, not by being pierced by thousands of ghosts and taking away his yang energy." Ji Qianshan smiled brightly, "Isn't Master afraid that if he doesn't help him, his fate will be changed instead?"

Fang Yanchu paused, and glanced at the clothes on his hands. Ji Qianshan still had his name tag pinned to his school uniform.Fang Yanchu glanced at his young apprentice, who was full of evil spirits, and said mockingly in his eyes: "You are not a person of the way of heaven, do you still believe in the destiny of the way of heaven?"

"I didn't believe it at first." Ji Qianshan also took a look at his school uniform, stopped to help Fang Yanchu tidy it up, patted the cuff of the school uniform, and said softly, "But I believed it later."

Zheng Dongjian's voice came from behind them along with the wind, his shrill voice seemed bloodshot, every word and every word seemed to be shouted from hell: "Senior! I didn't come here by myself! I was lured Come here!"

Fang Yanchu's eyes sharpened sharply, and with a movement of his body, he moved in front of Zheng Dongjian in an instant, pulled up his neckline and hid behind him.He put his right hand under the clothes covered by his left hand, and when he pulled it out, he was already holding a short sword.

This sword was so close to his skin that it seemed to be pulled out from the bone of his left hand, and as he pulled it out, a bright blade flashed in front of Zheng Dongjian.

Then there was a long streak of blood light, and the blood light followed behind Dao Guang and pulled out a slender shadow. The blood beads fell on the ground and rolled into the dust, gradually forming a ball of small blood cells.

Zheng Dongjian's eyes widened, and the corners of his eyes were almost cracked. His lips trembled, and he shouted tremblingly: "Yes, there is a ghost!"

In his extreme horror, he divided his energy to see the appearance of the ghost.The ghost girl was wearing the blue and white school uniform of Chongyang No. [-] Middle School, but the white part was already covered with bright red blood, and the blue part was already filthy.There are six long legs on the lower body, rows of long and sharp thorns grow on the non-stop paddling legs, and six deep holes are pierced on the ground as if stuck in the ground.

The ghost girl had long hair on her forehead, covering her face. Only the hair on the right cheek was cut off in half by a sharp knife, revealing half of her cheek that was also cut by a dagger.

The power of Fang Yanchu's flat swing of the sword not only shattered one of the female ghost's front legs, but also cut off half of the female ghost's cheek. , exposing the red flesh and blood under the skin.

The female ghost waved the remaining front leg, still aggressive, with a rusty knife on her upper body.The shape of the knife is a bit special, the blade is white and straight, only the two ends are slightly curved, and there is only the whistling sound of breaking the wind when wielding it, without the lightness of metal.

Zheng Dongjian was so frightened that his legs went limp, and he sat on the ground paralyzed, watching the female ghost's sword slashing, and couldn't continue the last sentence: "This is, this is... a human leg bone!"

is not that right.Fang Yanchu put the dagger across his chest, and carried the blade against the blade, the blade collided with the blade and made a creaking sound, which made his scalp tingle.He looked down, the blade was snow-white, and there was a trace of fresh meat with a bloody smell on the white, which was a human leg bone.

"Zhao Wanwan?" The moment the two of them met, Fang Yanchu approached the female ghost's upper body, and read three characters from the name tag on her chest, which was a very familiar name.Fang Yanchu thought of the woman crying out of breath in front of the office building. Her daughter's name seemed to be Zhao Wanwan.

The moment she heard the name, the female ghost was a little stunned, and she stayed where she was for a moment, as if she was at a loss.Her gaze swept across Fang Yanchu's face strangely, then slid from his face to his body, and finally landed on the school uniform on his arm.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)." outside.

She wanted to reach out to touch the school uniform, but her eyes suddenly became flustered. She looked at the name tag on the school uniform with a frightened expression, picked up the bone knife in her hand and smashed it down at Fang Yanchu's left hand.

Fang Yanchu didn't know what happened to her, the bone knife was cut down with the sound of the wind in front of him, before he had time to think, he quickly raised his hand, supporting the bone knife from bottom to top.

The female ghost saw that she couldn't succeed in one blow, so she wanted to stop and left.Fang Yanchu turned the hilt of his sword twice, pulled out a beautiful flower, stepped forward, and swung his sword down.The blade slid down between the body segments of the ghost's six legs without hindrance, cutting both of the ghost's front legs in half neatly.

Taking advantage of the time when the female ghost's legs were cut off, Fang Yanchu took two steps back with the knife in his hand, pinched out two talisman papers from the back of his waist, stretched out his hand and flicked them, and both talisman papers were nailed in the air.

The talisman paper spontaneously ignited in the wind, and the ashes of the burned paper condensed into two gray chains. The two chains intersected and intertwined with each other to bind the female ghost Zhao Wanwan tightly.Under the effect of the talisman paper, the two chains became tighter and tighter until they shrank into a small cage.

Ji Qianshan ran forward to pick up the small cage and put it in his pocket. Zheng Dongjian, who had survived the catastrophe, came back to his senses and knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "Thank you, thank you senior."

"No thanks." Fang Yanchu stepped aside this time, and missed his great gift. He just held down the name tag on his arm and replied flatly, "Since you have devoted yourself to begging me, then I only give you a piece of advice. Don't go back through the front door."

After Zheng Dongjian left with gratitude, Ji Qianshan came forward, took back his school uniform and put it on, asking seemingly unintentionally: "Master saved him anyway, why didn't he accept his gift? "

"No merit and no reward."

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The author has something to say:

It's been a day since Ji Qianshan asked for leave. When I was writing, I kept thinking that Qianshan is not a human being, otherwise the college entrance examination would be messed up.