The whole division is begging for my forgiveness

These voices of questioning, like a heavy hammer, slammed into the more dust-free Tianling Gai.

More blood flowed from him.

His face was as pale as paper, dripping with cold sweat, and his whole body was bloody.

The blood under the feet, like a small stream, gurgled down the steps.

After the severe punishment, Yue Wuchen was extremely weak, and his throat was as hard as a knife had cut his throat, making it difficult for him to speak.

The clothes on his body were in tatters, dripping with blood, and there were no accessories around his waist.

There were only two magic tools, which flew down from mid-air at a high speed, making a crying sound similar to the sound of the wind.

"Why...don't you open your mouth? Falling in love with your disciple, is that so embarrassing for you?"

Xiao Jing looked away, and the disciples around him retreated to the left and right, giving him a long way to the main hall.

"The more dust-free, why don't you say anything?"

Xiaojing's expression was icy cold, and a strange look flickered in his eyes. His burning gaze passed over the crowd and directly fixed on Yue Wuchen's body.

Staring at Yue Wuchen's pale face, bright red bloody clothes, and slightly trembling body.

I thought silently in my heart, this must be very painful.

With so much blood shed, it must have hurt to death.

However, didn't Lin Jing suffer from the same pain back then?

Lin Jing can bear it, why is it that the more Wuchen and the richer, the more Wuchen can't bear it?

If Yue Wuchen hadn't insisted on pursuing Xiaojing secretly and came to the world, maybe, maybe all of this would not have happened!

Xiaojing hates death more and more clean.

If it wasn't for Yue Wuchen, he should still be a country boy in Chenjia Village.

Doing farm work with the two tigers and touching snails every day, the family enjoyed themselves happily.

But Yue Wuchen had to intervene!

Xiaojing hated him to death.

Now there is only one thought, and that is to let Yue Wuchen die.

As long as Yue Wuchen dies, then all this is over.

Shen Qingyuan martyred himself, Lin Jinghong slayed himself, Lin Mobai went crazy, Luo Suxuan was executed in public, and Yue Wuchen apologized with death.

In this way, it is really Dzogchen.

Those who had insulted, ridiculed, and wronged Xiao Jing all fell in front of him in the most tragic way.

Now, it's finally Yue Wuchen's turn.

"What are you waiting for? You have been silent all this time, don't you just want these elders to have the opportunity to continue insulting me, accuse me of committing the following crimes, deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors?" Xiaojing sneered.

"Shut up! Don't try to force your master!" Elder Xuanzhen said angrily, "Come here, catch this evil disciple, quickly, catch him!"

As soon as these words were said, the disciples in the dojo cupped their hands one after another, just as they were about to draw their swords and make a move.

Hearing a buzzing sound, a long sword with radiant light swam around the entire ashram.

The sharp sword energy instantly scattered the disciples who were watching, and they fell to the ground one by one, staggering to and fro.

Elder Xuanzhen's voice became unusually sharp: "Wuchen!!!"

"I said, from now on, no one is allowed to humiliate Chang Xuan, otherwise, I will never be polite to him! Including you!"

Yue Wuchen waved his hand, and with a whoosh, Duanqing rushed to Xiaojing.

When he was an inch away, he barely stopped.

Xiao Jing stared at Duanqing in front of him with lowered eyes, and for a moment, Lin Jing's face appeared in his mind again.

That handsome, yet blood-and-tear-stained face.

"What do you mean?" Xiao Jing whispered, "Are you going to kill me?"

"At the apprenticeship ceremony back then, since I had given you the severance, this sword is your magic weapon." Yue Wuchen reluctantly opened his mouth, his voice sounded extremely hoarse and ugly, every word seemed to be rolling on the tip of a knife As before, his throat was raw, and the pain was unbearable, "I betrayed you, I admit it."

"What? It's impossible, how could the suzerain do such a thing?!" A disciple said in surprise, his face full of disbelief.

"Could it be that what Chang Xuan said is true? The suzerain was really with Senior Brother Lin... But, Senior Brother Lin grew up in the mountains since he was a child, and the relationship with the suzerain is like father and son!"

"The suzerain is the master, and Senior Brother Lin is the disciple! How can the master and the disciple be together?!"

"Simply shameless!"

"It's useless to be a teacher! How can such a corrupt person deserve to be the suzerain of the Taoist sect?"

"It's really depraved! If you spread it, you won't be afraid of the ridicule of the entire cultivation world!"

"Disgrace the prestige of Daozong!"

……

The surrounding discussion became more and more intense, and everyone was scolding Yue Wuchen.

Criticize master and apprentice, how can they be together!

"Bah! This isn't sexual intercourse, what is it? Teacher is not teacher, student is not apprentice, father is not father, son is not son! It's ridiculous!"

"It's really shameless! How dare you come to Daozong!"

"This Chang Xuan didn't have a good reputation before, he must have seduced the suzerain!"

"Yes, he must have seduced the suzerain! He really has no shame!"

Xiaojing's expression was as usual, with no sadness or joy on his face, making it hard for people to understand what kind of emotion he was feeling at the moment.

He just raised his eyes, looked at Yue Wuchen steadfastly, and said with a low smile, "What if you are a master and apprentice? What if you are as close as a father and son? Didn't Lin Jing die in the hands of the master?"

Yue Wuchen's complexion suddenly turned golden, dripping with cold sweat, and he lost his ability to speak for a while.

Xiaojing sneered, and suddenly raised his hand to grab it, and pinched the most powerful disciple who was shouting just now into the air.

He pinched him until his face was livid, he had difficulty breathing, and he was desperately struggling in mid-air, like a dying fish.

"What are you? Are you here to speak?"

Elder Xuanzhen scolded: "Chang Xuan! Stop! How can Daozong allow you to be rampant?"

"Don't let me go wild, I'm going crazy today!" Xiao Jing snorted coldly, and threw the disciple out.

It happened to hit several elders, and the elder Xuanzhen raised his hand to support them, when he heard a buzzing sound from above his head.

A bright long sword suddenly appeared above his head.

Elder Xuanzhen's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly raised his whisk to stop him, but this sword is not an ordinary magic weapon, but a magic weapon passed down to Yue Wuchen by the previous suzerain.

A rare high-quality magic weapon in the world of comprehension.

Hearing the sound of "Zheng", Xuanzhen felt a pain in his tiger's mouth, and the whisk in his hand flew out, and was nailed to the palace door behind him.

And the tip of the sword had already stabbed towards his throat.

"Xiao Jing, stop!"

Yue Wuchen raised his hand from the side and grasped the blade of the sword.

The sharp blade cut his palm to bloody flesh.

Xiaojing didn't want to pay attention, and flew down from mid-air, using spiritual power in the palm of his hand, and hit the hilt of the sword with one palm.

The momentum caused the blade to move forward again, and Yue Wuchen's right hand clenched hard, catching the blade hard, causing the palm to be bloody and bloody.

Blood overflowed from between the fingers and dripped to the ground, shocking.

"Xiaojing..." Yue Wuchen's throat was hoarse, and he whispered almost with a hint of pleading, "Turn back, Xiaojing, it's not too late to turn back now."

"Why should I turn back? I'm no longer a disciple of Daozong. You can all hear me clearly. It's not Daozong who expelled me from the sect, but I, Chang Xuan, who don't want to stay in Daozong anymore!"

Xiaojing said coldly: "Yue Wuchen, you pity all living beings, but you don't pity me alone. Did you ever think that one day, you will be destroyed by my hands?"

The more dust-free thought.

He had thought about it a long time ago.

Since the time when Lin Jing was picked up, he had figured out a bit of God's will.

But Yue Wuchen is too conceited, too self-righteous, thinking that he can change his fate against the sky.

It is obvious that Lin Jing will be closely related to the life and death of the entire cultivation world in the future.

But he still brought him back to the sect, and even accepted him as a disciple, taught him carefully, and taught him Taoism and swordsmanship.

I only hope that one day, Lin Jingxiu will achieve the right result and be able to change his fate against the sky.

But I never thought that there was a definite plan in the dark.Yue Wuchen is not a god after all.

Even gods will fall one day, let alone Yue Wuchen.

After all, he fell down from the altar.

From the attention of the public and the admiration of the world, to the current embarrassment and notoriety.

Yue Wuchen was not destroyed by Lin Jing back then, but was destroyed by Xiaojing.

Xiaojing is not a wind knife, frost sword, nor a jackal, tiger or leopard.

But Xiaojing's words and deeds are like a steel knife, piece by piece, will become more and more dust-free until death.

"Yue Wuchen, you are in vain to be a teacher, you are in vain to cultivate the way, and you dare to seduce your apprentice, how can you be worthy of being a teacher?" Xiaojing sneered, his lips squirmed, and said silently, "Yue Wuchen, I have been lying Yours, I don’t love you at all, the people I love are Luo, Su and Xuan, but you killed the person I love the most, I hate you to death.”

Yue Wuchen's pupils trembled violently, revealing deep sorrow and some emotions that Xiaojing couldn't understand.

"Absurd! Wait for me to capture this evil obstacle!" Elder Xuanzhen was furious, and together with several other elders, he cast a spell, making a gesture to capture Xiaojing alive.

"I see who dares!"

Yue Wuchen didn't know where the strength came from, and suddenly sent many elders flying out, his face was cold, and he paused every word: "Except for me, no one is allowed to hurt him!"

"Wuchen, you are so confused!" Elder Xuanzhen said loudly with a face full of hatred, "This is the one who caused you to fall to this point! Back then, you also wanted to protect Lin Jing, but it was Lin Jing who didn't live up to it !"

"Enough is enough, don't talk too much!"

Yue Wuchen raised his hand and set up a barrier, blocking many elders behind him.

Then he raised his eyes to look at Xiaojing.

"What do you want from me?"

Xiaojing said indifferently: "I hope Daozong can enforce the law impartially, and don't make exceptions for anyone. If today, I am the one who suffers this stigma, how to deal with me is how to deal with you."

"That's all?" Yue Wuchen asked.

"That's all."

"Is there no other request?"

Xiaojing shook his head, sneered and said, "No more, I'll wait to see your final fate!"

After listening to Yue Wuchen, he felt lost for a while.

With a little force under his hand, Duanqing was snatched back.

"This sword is the beginning, and it should end with this sword."

Yue Wuchen grabbed the hilt of the sword, and with his bloody right hand, he slowly stroked the blade, recalling in a daze the scene when he taught Xiaojing how to control the sword.

At that time, Xiao Jing was extremely clumsy, and even stumbled to recite the formula of Yujian.

Let alone Yujian.

Yue Wuchen was also very patient back then, never urging, nor harsh, and selfishly thought that as long as he doubled the favor and protection owed to Lin Jing by his teacher, he would be able to keep the person he most wanted to keep. disciple.

But there are eight or nine out of ten unsatisfactory things in life.

The sun always rises in the east and sets in the west.

Yue Wuchen failed to keep Lin Jing, and he also failed to meet Xiao Jing in his best years.

Suddenly he threw the long sword into the air, Yue Wuchen formed seals with his hands, and with a clang sound, the blade transformed into dozens of sword shadows in the air.

In the eyes of everyone, Yue Wuchen floated in mid-air and stretched out his arms.

The sword shadow was like a shooting star, piercing through his body one after another.

Blood splattered and flesh splattered.

But after a while, 34 bloody holes appeared on Yue Wuchen's body.

He punished himself with 34 swords.

The sword passed through the body, one sword with two holes, mercilessly.

In the past, Yue Wuchen was cruel to Lin Jing, but now, he is cruel to himself.

After Yue Wuchen suffered, he fell from mid-air, unable to stand up again, and fell to his knees in a pool of blood.

"Dust free!"

The elders couldn't bear to look directly at him, turned their heads away one after another, and couldn't help calling his name out loud.

Many disciples on the field looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a while.

Yue Wuchen exhaled slowly, the blade in his hand was already dripping with blood, he gripped the hilt of the sword, and said in a deep voice: "Today, I will punish myself with 34 swords as an apology. The Taoist disciples obey the order, and after that Take me as a precept, hold on to the Dao heart, cultivate the right fruit, and never touch the seven emotions and six desires, and be greedy for the world of mortals!"

"After that, I will no longer be the suzerain of Daozong."

"From today onwards, Fang Changxuan will return to vulgarity and go down the mountain. Daozong will not allow anyone to make things difficult for him!"

"Finally..." Yue Wuchen's voice gradually became lower and weaker, "Brothers, take care."

"Wuchen! Don't do stupid things! Enough is enough!" Elder Xuanzhen's voice changed, and he said with horror on his face, "You are a useless person now! Such a severe punishment is really enough!" Already!"

"Wuchen!" The other elders also called him.

Xiao Jing looked up at the sky, and saw that the setting sun in the west melted gold, and the sun was going to set soon.

From a distance, the sky and the earth seem to be connected in a straight line.

Night will soon be upon the world.

Xiaojing thinks he should be happy.

Because being more dust-free is what you deserve.

But for some reason, he wasn't very happy.

"Xiaojing, take this away for self-defense." Yue Wuchen raised his hand, and handed Duanqing forward.

Xiaojing glanced condescendingly, shook his head and said, "I don't need any charity from you anymore."

Then, he turned around and strode toward the mountain gate in stride.

He suddenly missed Luo Suxuan very much, wanted to go back and look at Luo Suxuan's face, snuggle up to Luo Suxuan's side, and talk for a while.

He was eager to go back to Luo Suxuan and tell Luo Suxuan the good news.

However, before walking out of the mountain gate, there was a sudden loud noise behind him.

A strong wind rushed from behind, blowing away Xiao Jing's long hair, and the white robe on his body fluttered in the air like a butterfly.

There was a buzzing in his ears, and he couldn't hear the sound clearly.

When he regained his hearing, he heard a disciple behind him yelling loudly: "It's not good, the suzerain blew himself up!"

"The suzerain blew himself up!"

"It's not good, the suzerain blew himself up!"

"The more dust-free it explodes!!!"

The suzerain blew himself up.

These five big characters were like a heavy hammer, hitting Xiaojing's Tianling cover hard.

He was a little dazed.

I can't understand how "suzerain" and "self-destruction" are connected.

Why would the Suzerain blew himself up.

Why Yue Wuchen chose to self-destruct.

After ruining his reputation and being reduced to a useless person, will Yue Wuchen not be able to live?

Or, because Xiaojing and Luo Suxuanming were married, they didn't follow the agreement, they went up to the mountain to attend the appointment in wedding robes, and got married with Yue Wuchen in front of the patriarch's spiritual tablet.

So... Yue Wuchen couldn't live because of this.

Is that so?

Xiao Jing really wanted to ask Yue Wuchen if it was because of his marriage to Russell Xuanming.

He turned around suddenly.

Slowly walking towards the center of the crowd, his feet became faster and faster, until at the end, Xiaojing started to run.

The white robe, like a butterfly, was left far behind by him.

Underneath the white robe was exposed, the bright red, bright, and slightly warm Xipao.

Xiaojing almost exhausted all his strength to push away everyone who surrounded Yue Wuchen.

He rushed over like crazy, and hugged Yue Wuchen in his arms.

"Master... Master, look at me, look at me quickly! I... I went up the mountain in wedding robes, look at me quickly!"

Xiaojing held Yue Wuchen in his arms, but his palms felt extremely sticky, covered with blood.

Master's body was so light and light that he was lying in a pool of blood.

His white hair was soaked red with blood.

The body after the self-explosion was riddled with holes, and blood gushed out from countless holes all over his body.

Yue Wuchen had already passed away, and before he died, he was still tightly clutching Duanqing in his hands.

Unable to send out the broken love.

It was considered by Xiaojing as a breakup of charity.

"What are you still holding your master in your arms for? If it wasn't for you, how could Wuchen get to where he is today?" Elder Xuanzhen snapped, "Don't you understand? You are Lin Jing, and Lin Jing is you! "

"If Wuchen hadn't saved you back then, maybe so many things wouldn't have happened!"

As soon as these words came out, Xiao Jing was stunned. Soon, he shook his head and said, "I'm not Lin Jing, I'm not him."

"Of course you can't be the original Lin Jing! Because you are just an afterimage of Lin Jing in the world! A defective product!" Elder Xuanzhen gritted his teeth and said every word, "If Wuchen hadn't let go of his own One soul, one soul, how can you have the present you?"

Xiao Jing whispered: "What do you mean?"

"Wuchen didn't intend to kill Lin Jing at the beginning! Knowing that Lin Jing was seriously injured and might not be able to survive, he secretly used forbidden techniques to transfer all the pain on Lin Jing to himself!"

"But Lin Jing's death was so sudden! At that time, Wuchen was like crazy, he didn't hesitate to split his soul, but also wanted to find Lin Jing's remnant soul!"

"And you are Lin Jing's remnant soul! It was Wu Chen who found you back! Otherwise, how could you come out again?"

"Wuchen regards you as his own son, raised you up with his own hands, how much painstaking care he has put in for you!"

"Even if you don't know that you are Lin Jing, since you joined the Taoist sect, how has Wuchen treated you badly? How much has Wuchen done for you? He is the suzerain of the Taoist sect. How is he?"

"Now that he blew himself up, you are satisfied?!"

"For a mere evil way, I forced my master to death in public!"

"Chang Xuan, you have no heart!!!"

Xiao Jing muttered to himself: "I am Lin Jing, and Lin Jing is me...so, the truth that I have been searching for is actually right in front of my eyes...I have always refused to believe it."

"Yeah, I don't even have feelings, where does my heart come from?"

Xiaojing didn't shed tears, not a single drop.He doesn't feel like he's done anything wrong.

It's not that he kills the more innocent.

Obviously, Yue Wuchen apologized with his own death before he blew himself up.

What does it have to do with him?

Even if he is the afterimage of Lin Jing in the world, a defective product, so what?

Now it belongs to Chang Xuan's life, not Lin Jing's!

"Yue Wuchen will die without guilt." Xiao Jing slowly put Yue Wuchen's body down, stood up, and said expressionlessly, "He is not my master, and he has not been for a long time. I am not Lin Jing, I am It's Chang Xuan, just Chang Xuan."

"You, you bastard!" Elder Xuanzhen was furious, if it wasn't for the barrier, he would have rushed up and beat Chang Xuan angrily.

"Hehe, you are willing to tell the truth when you are dead. Why did you go so early? I think it is useless to keep your tongue. Why don't I cut it off for you to make wine? Can live a hundred years."

Xiao Jing laughed, his face was so handsome that he was not like ordinary people, and his whole person looked gloomy.

Suddenly he raised his hand to grab it, and he grabbed it in a snap.

Just about to cut off Elder Xuanzhen's tongue with a sword.

Unexpectedly, Duanqing made a buzzing sound, and then rusted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it was rusty after a while.

"Why, even you want to stop me?"

Xiaojing said in a low voice, raising his hand and slowly stroking the blade.

It suddenly occurred to him that if he cut off Elder Xuanzhen's tongue in public today, those people in the mountain might not let him go.

For the time being, Xiao Jing doesn't want to be an enemy of the entire Taoist sect, or even the entire cultivation world.

The days of hiding were really tiring and tiring.

But he didn't want to suffer any more, or suffer any grievances.

Suddenly he raised his hand, and with a swish, the long whip tore apart the barrier like a dragon's tail.

Immediately, the elders in the center of the barrier were beaten to the ground.

Seeing Xiaojing, he couldn't help laughing out loud. When he had had enough, he shook his head and said in a mocking tone: "It seems that there is really no one in Daozong. This is your Daozong who is going to die!"

"You!" Elder Xuanzhen was so angry that his blood could not be calmed down, a mouthful of blood spewed out directly, his whole body was like a candle in the wind, trembling with anger.

"I'm tired too, I'm leaving today, we will meet again in Shanshui!"

After Xiaojing said this, he couldn't help but calmly lowered his eyes and glanced at Yue Wuchen.

After all, he still didn't take his body away, and flew away directly.

The whole person was in a daze, and after going down the mountain, the sky had completely sunk.

Xiao Jing was at a loss, looking at the dark night in front of him, not knowing where to go.

Unknowingly, he returned to the valley of lifelessness.

He was so tired.

He plunged into the cave, pushed open the lid of the coffin, jumped, hugged Luo Suxuan's cold body, and rubbed against him like a cat.

"Luo Suxuan, I avenged you, are you happy?"

Xiao Jing nestled next to Luo Suxuan's body, and said in a low voice: "Yue Wuchen is dead, he is finally dead."

"But I'm not happy."

"Luo Suxuan, I have no heart, I can't feel emotion, I don't know how to be happy."

"Luo Suxuan, so... I am Lin Jing, and Lin Jing is me."

"All along, what they said is true, I am really Lin Jing!"