Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

The next few days were quite peaceful, Zhao Xuehan followed what Yan Ke said, and never thought about Lin Jue again.Lin Jue didn't bother Zhao Xuehan either, he seemed to cling to Wen Tiandong every day and had no time to talk to Zhao Xuehan.

After seeing the watchman's corpse, Zhao Xuehan felt a lump in his heart for the people in this city.He didn't dare to go to the street to eat and watch theater casually, so he went to the place where the immortal held a pulpit every day.One is that the immortal can give him a sense of security, and the other is that Zhao Xuehan really wants to learn something, and he doesn't want to stay by Yan Ke's side like this all the time without knowing anything.

Yan Ke didn't like Zhao Xuehan going to that kind of place, at first she stopped him, and when she saw Zhao Xuehan was unhappy, she stuffed him with something to eat.After this method didn't work, he couldn't stop it, and since nothing happened, he didn't care.And Yan Ke seems to have other things to do, usually when Zhao Xuehan goes out, he doesn't often follow him.

This day Zhao Xuehan went to the forum to attend lectures again.The Qingxiao faction is indeed the strongest and most imposing of the three factions.Their forums are generally set up in the downtown area, the frequency of opening is the highest, and the number of people who visit and study is also the largest.Although Zhao Xuehan was choked by the monks of the Qingxiao sect for the first time, he still went to their pulpit most often to watch.

But the forum was really meaningless, only the monks chattered on the stage, and no one stepped forward to argue.The Qingxiao Sect seemed to think that most people in this city were not qualified enough, and during the few days Zhao Xuehan went to visit, no one was accepted as a disciple.The monk Zhao Xuehan could occasionally understand some scriptures, but most of them couldn't understand.When I asked the monks of the Qingxiao sect, they also seemed to ignore their answers.

Zhao Xuehan also went to the forum of the Jingming Sect.Their pulpit is much more shabby, it is opened at the entrance of a small teahouse, and all the monks add up to only a dozen or so people, and even the master is sitting on the stage.

Zhao Xuehan asked the onlookers why the Jingming sect was so depressed.The answer he received was that the head of the Jingming sect failed in his ascension decades ago, and died on the top of the mountain, which shocked all sects.Later, many immortals of the Jingming Sect were massacred by Wen Tiandong together with the Yuancheng Sect in Wangduangu, their vitality was severely injured, and they ended up in today's bleak situation.

But the monks of the Jingming Sect are kind. When Zhao Xuehan asked about the practice, he answered them patiently one by one. It was just that an accident happened during the answer: a monk sent by Qingxiao ran out to provoke and wounded a monk of the Jingming Sect on the stage. up.

Although the monk of the Qingxiao sect was alone, his arrogance was very arrogant. After injuring the monk, he clamored to challenge the head of the sect.The head of the Jingming Sect had kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and looked like an honest man, so he persuaded the monks of the Lingxiao Sect.The cultivator not only ignored him, but also took advantage of the unpreparedness and almost hit the head's chest.

But the head of the sect was the head of the sect after all, his eyebrows and expression did not change at all, he pushed the monk a few feet away with his backhand, then sealed his mouth and bound his hands and feet with the immortal rope.

Zhao Xuehan saw that the sect leader sighed, shook his head and said: "The cultivator of the Qingxiao sect injured my apprentice, which violated the rules of the winter meeting. I have to send him back to the Lingxiao sect and discuss it with the master Liang. .If this is always the case, our forum will not be able to continue.”

"What's the use of discussing with him." A monk from the Jingming Sect refused to accept, "The monk who broke Li Tong's arm last time was also handed over to the Qingxiao Sect by us. It was locked up for two days. I saw him swaying in the street yesterday!"

"That's right," another monk responded, "Why should we send him back to the Qingxiao sect? It's his fault, why not just break his leg and throw him to the outskirts, they don't dare to say anything... "

"How can this be done!" The headmaster glanced at the monk with a reproachful look, then slowed down his voice, and said slowly: "How is it different from the group of monks who violated the rules of the Qingxiao Sect? Governance is wrong. Why make a mistake yourself?"

"If the master comes back and sees that I have educated the disciples like this, he will definitely scold me." Zhao Xuehan heard the headmaster whisper.

He looked at the head of the sect, but saw him shaking his head, and heard him sigh in a low voice: "I know you are angry in your heart, and you can't get rid of it. It's all your fault as a teacher. If I have half the master's skill and half the courage, I can't help it." You won’t be bullied here.”

The two monks showed shame on their faces, and when they were about to speak, they were stopped by the headmaster raising his hand. "This gentleman," the head of the Jingming Sect raised his hands, and bowed respectfully to Zhao Xuehan, "There is a reason for this, the forum was temporarily suspended, I am very sorry, if there is still a chance in the future, please come again."

Zhao Xuehan was flattered that the head of the sect attached so much importance to himself as a joiner in the fun.He hastily returned the salute, then watched the monks pack up their things, and left with the troublesome Qingxiao sect monks.

Zhao Xuehan suddenly remembered that the group of Cultivators Lu who harmed people in that town also claimed to be the Jingming Sect.Those monks were lawless and trampled on their lives, but the head of the sect looked gentle, polite and strict with himself.

This is probably the same as the reason that if there are many parents and children, one or two will always grow crooked.Zhao Xuehan thought silently.

The forum of the Jingming Sect has never been held since that suspension.Zhao Xuehan had some prejudices against the Qingxiao School in his heart, and he didn't really want to listen to their lessons.He walked around the city a few times, but couldn't find the pulpit of the Yuan Cheng faction. After asking a few people, he found out that the pulpit of the Yuan Cheng faction was in an old apricot forest at the north gate outside the city.

It is said that the apricot grove originally belonged to the Zhuo Mansion. 30 years ago, the daughter of the Zhuo family fell in love with an immortal of the Yuancheng sect. All the woods were cut down so that the fairy would not block his view when he came down from Shihong Mountain in the north of the city.

When Zhao Xuehan heard this story, he immediately thought of the current eldest lady of the Zhuo family.This Zhuo girl is probably Miss Zhuo's aunt.Zhao Xuehan thought, the girls of the Zhuo family are suffering too, both generations have fallen in love with immortals.This kind of love affair between a mortal and a monk, unless he also asks the immortal to ask, it will definitely be fruitless.

The old apricot forest was not far from the north gate of the city, and it was already bare. The ground was full of tree stumps, without any shadow of the forest.The pulpit of the Yuancheng Sect is set in the middle of the forest, and it is loosely built of a pile of wood, which does not look very strong.When Zhao Xuehan went, he saw a few white-clothed monks from the Yuancheng Sect sitting by the podium, and their leaders were also present.

Zhao Xuehan saw the head of the house at the inn outside the city, and naturally recognized him quickly.His temperament was still outstanding, standing beside the rostrum with his hands down, his eyes fixed on the people on the stage.

Zhao Xuehan picked up a stump at random and sat down.The monks on the stage are dancing swords.He holds a simple wooden sword, but dances fiercely like the wind, and his slender figure dances in the air with his white robe on.The wooden platform was precarious. When the monk stepped on it with his toes, it was like a feather flying by. The platform did not move at all, as if the monk had no weight.

Zhao Xuehan was dumbfounded.This is really a fairy dancing sword, so much better than the actors in the city.

Just as he was engrossed in watching it, the face of Master Feng who was standing aside changed. He frowned, and quickly flicked his sleeves, only to hear two blunt blunt bangs, and a round iron piece fell on the ground. In front of the stage.

The cultivator on the stage stopped immediately and put the sword behind him.He bent down slightly, glanced at the iron plate, and then turned to look at the master.

Master Feng shook his head and gestured in the direction of the audience.The cultivator turned around, clasped his fists with both hands, and said loudly to Zhao Xuehan: "Your Excellency, do you have some opinions on my Yuancheng School's swordsmanship? Why don't you go directly to the stage to discuss? What if this piece of iron hurts someone?"

Zhao Xuehan was startled, and when he was confused, he heard a snort from behind him.

"If these tricks can't be stopped, then the Yuancheng School's swordsmanship is just a show." A voice came.

Zhao Xuehan looked back and saw that there were two yellow-robed monks, and a sense of boredom suddenly surged in his heart.

The Qingxiao faction is making trouble again.Zhao Xuehan thought.Can't they let me listen to the lessons of other factions?

The expression of the cultivator on the stage remained the same, he was still humble and polite: "Since your Excellency thinks so, why don't you come to the stage to confirm. Whether my sword technique is a show or not, you will know after a few moves."

Hearing that there was a sign of a fight, there was a little excitement in the surrounding air, and the onlookers began to whisper, and one or two sentences drifted into Zhao Xuehan's ears.

"The Qingxiao faction is so powerful, do you think the Yuancheng faction will suffer?"

"That's not necessarily the case. The powerful ones of the Qingxiao faction are all sitting in their forums, and those who come out are not good at it. And the Yuancheng faction is famous for its sword repair, and it is said on the stage that it is the best swordsman in this generation. the best……"

The monk of the Qingxiao sect sneered. "Your Excellency is a sword cultivator, but I am cultivating mental skills." He said, "It is obviously beneficial for sword cultivators to confront each other face to face."

He tilted his mouth and showed a sly smile, "Why don't you just let me sit here, Your Excellency will continue to perform on the stage, and see if you can catch the next move or two during the performance?"

This is not acceptable!Zhao Xuehan felt a little anxious.Although he is a spectator, in the mood of watching the excitement, the more intense the immortals fight, the happier he must be.However, the Yingdong Association stipulated that no one should be hurt, but the Lingxiao faction ignored it.If one has the intention of hurting others and the other is not prepared to be hurt, then the latter must suffer.It would be a pity if the monk on the stage was injured!

"What's so difficult about this!" The monk on the stage smiled, looking at Head Feng, as if asking for his opinion.

However, Head Feng seems to have the same opinion as Zhao Xuehan.He shook his head slightly.

Seeing this, the monks of the Qingxiao Sect were even more proud. "Why," he sneered, "after 30 years, the Yuancheng faction has fallen to such an extent? You are so proud of your swordsmanship that you can't even block a few small attacks?"

He snorted twice: "No wonder you sent the first disciple into the devil, and the sect leader died of anger. It turns out that there are so many people left, all of them are as timid as mice, and it seems that they can't do anything."

The face of the cultivator on the stage was as green as iron, with an expression of wanting to smash the sword directly on the man's head.Head Feng looked stern, staring at him closely, his eyes beckoning him not to act rashly.

It's really annoying.Zhao Xuehan looked at the complacent look of the monks of the Qingxiao sect, and couldn't help but want to punch him in the face a few times.Is there no one to treat him?

He rolled his eyes and thought of a way.

Let me borrow this good body of the Demon Lord to use it.Zhao Xuehan thought about it, stood up, and stopped in front of the monks of the Qingxiao sect.

"This immortal of the Qingxiao School," he said with a smile, "seems to be quite confident in the skills of this school. Can you show it here and open our eyes?"

The monk glanced at Zhao Xuehan. "If you want to see the exercises of the Qingxiao School, go to our forum." He said, "I don't need to show it here."

"Don't be like this, Immortal," Zhao Xuehan said with a smile, still holding out his arms to stop the monk, "Just show us a trick or two."

The man looked impatient, Zhao Xuehan was still pestering him endlessly, his face darkened, he stretched out a talisman and flew towards Zhao Xuehan.

Although Zhao Xuehan was talking, his eyes kept looking at the words on the side of the monk's head. As soon as he thought of attacking, Zhao Xuehan quickly stretched out his hand and slapped the rune on the ground.

The talisman twisted a few times on the ground and spit out a rope.

"Oh, that's it?" Zhao Xuehan made a look of surprise on purpose, "Is this the mental method you mentioned? The Kung Fu of the Qingxiao sect?"