The Heavens: From Shooting the Eagle

Chapter 213 I, Po Jun, I want to be a good person (two in one, please subscribe)

Sword Sect.

As a sect in a semi-reclusive state, it has always been in a relatively detached state in the world.

It belongs to the kind that everyone knows, but no one can see...

Well, it's more like Cihang Jingzhai in the yellow world!
Of course, the strong at the top of the pyramid in the arena can often come into contact with Jianzong.

Especially the top ten sects who do not want to be named among the upper echelons of the rivers and lakes, although each of them has their eyes above the top, they maintain a high degree of respect for Jianzong.

This day, early in the morning.

Jianzong's mediocre senior brother Chen Feng arrived at the Jianzong field as usual.

Glancing at the empty surroundings, he secretly sighed in his heart...

A few years ago, he was the same as now, every day he was the first to come here to practice sword...

Although his aptitude is mediocre, he has long been deprived of the position of the number one young master of Jianzong by Po Jun who came from behind, but he hates Po Jun very much!

Because, Po Jun... is not an ordinary evil!

Relying on his identity as the son of the head of the sect, Po Jun has repeatedly committed crimes!
He even threatened to rob the village girl in the small village at the foot of the mountain. Fortunately, he learned about it and rescued the village girl with a few juniors who were not afraid of power...

Therefore, he also knew that he was hated by Po Jun!

Fortunately, after Jianzong came to Wuming, he not only arrived at the teaching ground earlier than him every day, but also had a sense of justice...

In those three years, Po Jun really stopped a lot!

"Since Junior Brother Wuming went down the mountain, this place has become so deserted again..." Chen Feng sighed, shook his head immediately, and began to practice his sword on his own.

He knows that his aptitude is average and his talent is not high, so he doesn't insist on how strong he can be in the future.

Therefore, he believes that hard work can make up for clumsiness, and stupid birds fly first!

If you don't want to become the best in the world in the future, you will be satisfied if you only want to be able to defend the way with your sword...

Under the ice and snow, there is no rising sun in the Sword Sect Field, only the biting cold wind coming.

The great sword master founded the sword sect here, and what he wants is to live in the ice and snow, and in the long run, gradually dilute the emotions in his heart, so that he can focus more on practicing swords.

As the disciples of Jianzong gradually gathered from all directions, Chen Feng finally seemed not so lonely.

However, today is destined to be the most unique day for Jianzong in a hundred years!
(Sword light swish swish swish)

(Hoo...drink...hey...ha...)
There are a total of nine disciples in the teaching field, the tenth is Po Jun, the eleventh is Wuming, and they are not in Jianzong now.

Among the nine people, eight are male disciples, and there is only one female disciple standing in the corner.

While concentrating on practicing, the eight men and one woman suddenly had a heart move and looked towards the mountain gate.

┃﹏┃(Mountain Gate)

The first thing that came out was the sound of suona, erhu and cymbals with strong penetrating power. The sound was mournful, just like a funeral.

"What's the situation? The funeral was sent to our Jianzong?" A junior who didn't want to be named guessed.

Chen Feng thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "I don't think so. All the mountain villages within a hundred miles know about our Jianzong, and no one will be buried here... If something goes wrong, it will be a demon! Ninth Junior Brother, hurry up Go and report to Master and several elders... others, follow me to the mountain gate and find out!"

"Yes!" Everyone agreed with a bang.

At this moment, the sword in Chen Feng's hand suddenly vibrated, not only him, but also the swords of the other eight disciples were shaking.

"Ah, big brother, what's going on? Why are my swords out of control...they seem excited!"

Chenfeng felt it carefully, and then said solemnly: "I understand! The reason why our nine hearts are moved together is because there is a swordsman who has arrived, and he has a higher level of aura than Master, compared to Wuming Junior Brother. The feeling is not bad…”

Suddenly, the long swords in the hands of the nine people came out, and they all flew into the sky, and then they were neatly arranged in two rows and inserted obliquely on the ground.

Chenfeng's sword is in the middle, with four swords on each side!
"Ah... my sword!" The only female disciple exclaimed, her face full of disbelief.

She is the one who practiced Feiyan and later founded the Evil Sword Sect!

Created a set of "Buried Heart Evil" swordsmanship, which means to bury the hearts of men all over the world!

Chen Feng's expression became more and more dignified, "Junior Sister Lian, the array of nine swords is like a group of ministers leading an audience with the emperor under the leadership of the prime minister! This is the breath of the real emperor of ten thousand swords... Oh my God, could it be that the person who came was the nameless junior brother who once The elder brother who is determined to stop, the born king of swordsmanship!"

Suddenly, there was a sound of clothes fluttering through the air.

Seeing the person coming, the nine hurriedly saluted: "Master!"

The person who came was Jian Hui. After nodding his head indifferently, a pair of wise eyes were fixed on the mountain gate.

"Mu Yingxiong? Why did he come here... Could it be that after being defeated by Wuming, he also wanted to come to Jianzong to study?"

Obviously, being located in Beiyuan belongs to the end of information transmission, so that Jianhui still doesn't know the details of the battle in Mulong Town...

On the back mountain of Jianzong, in a ten-thousand-year-old ice cave, an old man with a full face of hair was sitting cross-legged silently, but suddenly his eyes opened, and the light shone brightly.

"Who? Who is it? In this world, apart from this old man... there is actually someone who possesses such a strong Emperor's Sword Qi, which is not inferior to the Heavenly Sword's Qi who just went down the mountain! Um, no, other than the Emperor's Sword Qi , there is also a very special aura, this aura... is stronger than the emperor's sword aura, who is he?"

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As the dirge sounds of blowing, playing, playing and singing gradually progressed, the first thing that caught everyone's eyes was a... Calling Soul Banner!

Then came a group of figures with sad faces!

Suona on the left, cymbals on the right, erhu in the middle, and nine people carrying the coffin behind.

Just such a group of people crossed the gate of Jianzong Mountain with great momentum, and came straight to the teaching field.

From Jian Hui...to the elders who came after hearing the news...to the nine disciples including Chen Feng and Lian Feiyan, they all stared at this group of people dumbfounded, not knowing what to say.

Listening to "Crying for the Emperor" and looking at the coffin that was still intact, Jian Hui's nose was almost crooked.

"Stop! Come to my Jianzong to play the funeral music. What are you doing...?"

Hao Jian stopped, but Mu Yingxiong and Xiao Yu continued.

Hao Jian took a step forward and raised his hand.

A man behind him seemed to have been prepared, pulled out a string of firecrackers, and lit them skillfully...

In an instant, crackling sounds resounded throughout the classroom...

Jian Hui and the rest of the Sword Sect watched this scene blankly, their faces getting darker.

Hao Jian cleared his throat, brewed his emotions, exhaled and said: "Firecrackers welcome relatives and friends, and suona sounds to send relatives off! In this... days when the sky is crying and the mountains and rivers are mourning, our holy place of martial arts——Sword Zong sent away another young and promising disciple! He was born noble, he was gifted, he was despicable and evil, he was full of evil! In the past, there was no name, the myth of the Heavenly Sword, and he was as modest as a valley; Scum, it's disgusting! Po Jun, Po Jun, at the age of three I peeked at the village flower taking a bath, at the age of four I forced the village flower to watch him take a bath, at the age of five I forced the village flower to watch him and his father Jianhui take a bath..."

"Pfft..."

The nine disciples all looked at Jian Hui with strange expressions, especially Lian Feiyan, there was a special meaning unconsciously in their eyes, and they couldn't help but protect their chests.

Upon closer inspection, the expression was one point of contempt, three points of suspicion, five points of shock, and seven points of vigilance...

Jian Hui's complexion turned into a pig's liver color, and even spurted out a mouthful of old blood, screaming: "My soldier..."

He already understood that the one lying in the coffin must be his son Po Jun!

Thinking of sending a white-haired man to a black-haired man, Po Jun burst into tears in an instant, and the sad one was like a cuckoo crying blood and ape wailing...

"Who is it? Who killed my Jun'er? Jun'er, father swears that he will not avenge this, and will not be a human being!" Jian Hui roared angrily.

"No need!" As soon as the words fell, the coffin carried by the nine people shattered with a "bang", and a figure flew out from the sky full of sawdust, and fell to the ground. Who is it if it's not Pojun?
Jian Hui was crying, but when she saw this figure, she froze...

Emotions that haven't reached their peak are stuck.

"Jun...Jun'er? You...you're not dead?" Jian Hui asked in a daze.

Po Jun nodded slightly, then cupped his fists and saluted the nine black and strong men who carried the coffin, "Thank you for your hard work!"

"Fraud... cheat... scam the corpse?" The nine-tiao burly man looked at Po Jun in horror, his calves were trembling.

Po Jun showed a self-conscious smile, "Thank you very much, otherwise, how could I return to Jianzong?"

The nine people looked at each other in blank dismay, and suddenly there was a cry, and those who cried for their father and mother ran down the mountain...

For them, this short moment may take a lifetime to heal.

Po Jun scratched the back of his head, and said to himself: "I... I have clearly followed the teaching of Senior Brother Chen Feng, and I am already very polite..."

Chen Feng, who was in a daze, was shocked, and then looked at Po Jun in disbelief, and shouted: "Where is the monster, dare to pretend to be the son of the head of the sect! Master, did you hear that? He actually called me..." Senior brother '!"

Jian Hui also looked at Po Jun with a look of surprise, "My Jun'er, you... what's wrong with you? If you are forced, just blink?"

Of course he knew about the grievances between Po Jun and Chen Feng, how could he be called Senior Brother?
Po Jun turned around and strode towards Jian Hui.

Mu Yingxiong's expression changed, he had already clenched the heroic sword in his hand...

Hao Jian glanced at Mu Yingxiong, signaling to him to be calm.

Po Jun walked up to Jian Hui and said in a deep voice, "Father, the child is back!"

Jian Hui touched Po Jun's face, then his chest, crossed his lower abdomen as if he didn't believe in evil, and continued down...

Po Jun was startled, and quickly took a step back, "Father...there are so many people here!"

In an instant, whether it was the elders and disciples of Jianzong, or Mu Yingxiong and his wife, they all looked stunned...

This amount of information... is a bit outrageous!

Jian Hui woke up like a dream, and looked around in embarrassment, "Damn, Jun'er, this...what the hell is going on?"

Po Jun organized his speech, and then said: "Father, the former Po Jun is dead! I have already made an oath, I will change my mind, change my past, and become a good person!"

Jian Hui looked at Po Jun in astonishment, even wondering if she was still dreaming.

"Father, to be honest, the person I can't let go of...is you! Although you are ugly, wretched, and shameless, you always say that my grandparents died before you were born...you are used to me A stinky body! But after all, the grace of childbearing is greater than the sky, so... along the way, my son has already thought clearly..."

Jian Hui listened, her face turned from blue to red, and then from red to black, "You... what have you thought about?"

Po Jun proudly said: "Elders, senior brothers and sisters, while everyone is here, I, Po Jun, will change my mind and be a good person from now on! First of all, I want to apologize to Senior Brother... Back then, if Senior Senior Brother hadn't brought Four or five junior brothers stopped me, I have already committed a big irreparable mistake! But I hated the senior brother because of this... Now that I think about it, I am really not a thing! Senior brother, I was wrong, I hope you can My lord has a lot, forgive me once!"

Chen Feng never thought that Po Jun would have a day of repentance, he was dizzy, looked around blankly, always felt a little unreal...

"Second, Second Junior Brother, I... am I dreaming, am I? This person in front of me is really... Po Jun?"

In fact, not only him, everyone is a little suspicious of life...

Damn, is this science?

The notorious Po Jun went out vertically, and after he came back sideways, he actually changed his temperament from top to bottom, from the inside out...

"Eldest senior brother, I know that the damage done to you over the years is irreparable! Po Jun, here is your sincerity in apologizing!"

With a movement of his body, he grabbed the sword in front of a disciple of the Sword Sect, grabbed the saber in his hand, and immediately stabbed it mercilessly towards his thigh.

Pfft!Pfft!
Two swords pierced two thighs in a row, and the blood burst instantly!

"Jun'er... are you crazy?"

Jian Hui wanted to grab the sword with a distressed face, but Po Jun waved his hand, "Father, don't worry about it!"

At this moment, the light of righteousness shone on Po Jun...

"Ding! Congratulations to the host, the task of reforming evil and returning to righteousness has been completed, and the reward: 'Hundred swords have no end'!"

The system prompt sounded in Hao Jian's mind at the right time...

Hao Jian nodded in satisfaction, and said in his heart: "The system has issued rewards, which proves that Po Jun has really abandoned evil and followed good... Well, in this way, the nameless wife should not die..."

Looking at Po Jun's upright expression, for some reason, Jian Hui's heart is not only not filled with joy, but also has an indescribable irritability...

"What happened to Jun'er...Could it be...yes, he must have been persecuted...it must be like this!" A thought popped up in Jian Hui's mind, and immediately occupied everything.

He couldn't accept his son's gorgeous 180-degree reversal at all...

Chen Feng stared blankly at Po Jun, who was bleeding profusely, and finally sighed: "Tenth Junior Brother, stop the bleeding quickly... Fortunately, you were able to find your way back. It's really the luck of Jianzong and the master."

A bright smile appeared on Po Jun's face, and then he looked at the Great Elder again, "Great Elder, Po Jun has to apologize to you!"

The Great Elder asked suspiciously, "You... why are you apologizing to this old man?"

Po Jun said calmly: "More than ten years ago, I forced a village girl to peek at me and my father taking a bath...Actually, that's not a village girl."

"It's... your granddaughter...!"

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