Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure

After kidnapping the young man and several of his disciples, Youjia asked the two younger brothers to watch when Feilai Peak came over, and he found a random place in the mountain to take out the antidote.

The first one to wake up was the young cultivator. After waking up, he stared at him with black and white eyes, without saying a word.

You Jia quickly said: "We are also disciples of a good sect. I have neither concealed my appearance nor said my name indiscriminately. I am very upright, right? This time I have offended and it is an emergency. I have no malice towards you. As long as you Just be willing not to go to teach somewhere other than the academy for the next ten years. Make an oath, then I will let you and your disciples go. By the way, you can’t mention to outsiders that I tied you up.”

The young man was silent for a while, then said: "Since you have no malicious intentions, you should also know that if you give in like this, it will affect your Dao heart too much."

Cultivators always like to pay attention to cause and effect, and if they are too aggrieved about one thing, they will easily form demons, which is what they fear most.

"You Central Continent monks are troublesome. You are not a monk without demons. On the contrary, your fear of demons is a kind of demon in itself." You Jia waved his hand casually and said, "Then tell me, how do you do it?" Can you agree to me without affecting your Dao heart?"

"Are you afraid because of fear?" The young man thought about Youjia's words, his eyes were calm, "Sure enough, he is from a famous school."

"That's right, let's make a request, as long as it's not too much." You Jia nodded. In the first place, demons are not a problem in Kunlai. It is no problem to sort out the postings on the prevention and treatment of demons on the Internet and produce a book with tens of millions of words. .

"In that case, as long as you beat me once, I will make an oath that the person I send will not leave the academy within a hundred years." The young man said seriously.

Youjia thought for a while, as Yuanying, his eight swords had a considerable winning rate in the first battle, and he had so many magic weapons, if he could lose all of them, he deserved to go to the exam. Thinking of this, he thought Nodded: "Then come quickly."

Hundreds of miles away from Feilai Peak, a small secret realm of Daxuan, where the black snake leads the way, is opened, and it will come within a few hours, so a quick battle is the only way.

He stepped forward to undo the talisman restriction bought from Yang Quyin.

"Do you need a weapon?" Youjia asked in a good mood.

"No need." The young man said politely, his appearance was extremely gentle, there was a kind of clarity between his brows and eyes, just looking up, there was a kind of coolness spreading from his heart, it was a simple and elegant.

You Jia is the kind of facial features that are cut like knives, extremely aggressive and handsome, and his aura is also a kind of domineering unique to swordsmanship. The two are completely opposite.

"You go first." Youjia said casually.

The young man nodded, this time he was not courteous, and before he raised his hand, a long sword fell into his hand. The sword body was simple and unsophisticated, engraved with countless ancient characters and seal scripts. When it was drawn, the whole time seemed to slow down.

"If you don't come back to your prime, it's hard to get a morning again." He softly recited a simple poem, but at this extremely slow speed, his sword moved at a speed that shouldn't be there at all.

As Youjia frowned, eight swords came out together, both in a sword formation. His racial advantage was extremely high, and the Baji sword, which was naturally suitable for Jianfeng, circling and coordinating, easily held up the opponent's sword momentum—it was supposed to be eight people The sword array, he can use it alone.

Another sword strike, there was no one around him, but a cold chill spread, and the surrounding voices became distant in an instant, only a softly sung poem seemed to whisper in his ears: "See the moon No one is seen, no son returns in a long night."

Several sword lights in the void intersected, sparking countless sparks, and the soft and crisp sound was shocking for no reason.

Youjia chuckled, "It's my turn."

His sword light merged, and the formation opened eight doors. In a few rounds, the formation was easy to change, and it was extremely dangerous.

The opponent obviously couldn't compete with his brute strength and complex skills, and within a few breaths, his eight swords came out all at once, and put the opponent's slender neck on the ground.

"Are you satisfied?" Youjia asked.

"I am convinced, your swordsmanship is definitely invincible in the same realm." The young man was silent for a while before asking, "Who is your teacher?"

"I'll tell you only after you swear, lest you go back on your word." Youjia said firmly, and then couldn't help laughing, "By the way, you can call me Lou, right?"

It's okay, it's okay, this is really an interesting name, he couldn't help laughing when he saw this name.

The young man was silent for a moment, and then said lightly: "I would like to swear by my Taoism here. If I lose to Youjia, I will not leave the academy for a hundred years, and I will never let my disciples go out to teach. I will never mention the threat of kidnapping to others."

"Okay, then I can tell you, my teacher is Kunlai." Yujia sighed, "If it wasn't for that little fairy asking me to add a poetry class and pass the exam, I wouldn't bother to come to you Trouble."

"Kunlai, who can change Kunlai's schoolwork... Could it be that the person you are talking about is the first disciple of Kunlai?" the young man asked calmly.

"This has nothing to do with you. Anyway, when Feng Qingxiu comes over in half a day, you can find a reason to send him away. Just don't look for trouble, understand?" Youjia gestured with the sword around his neck in a demonstrative way. one time.

"Understood." A smile slowly appeared on the corner of the young man's lips, and his outstretched hand pinched the edge of his sword.

"You are still not convinced, want to fight again?" Youjia raised her eyebrows.

"In Yong Dao, there are poems that can be turned into swords, but they are not cultivated enough, and some poems cannot be uttered." The young man's pupils are black and white, like chess pieces, and there is a smile on his face staring at him, "Now... "

Youjia's mind moved, and all eight swords came out, and she was about to be imprisoned again.

However, he was suddenly startled to feel that the atmosphere around him was obscure, and the blade seemed to have fallen into the mud, as slow as a snail.

But the young man said loudly: "The heaven and the earth are opened up, and the sun and the moon are shining again."

There seems to be a terrifying force around, breaking up all the light around, making the surroundings chaotic.

"When you encounter an occasion, you will receive a speech."

Youjia was startled to feel that the blade of the sword was trembling, and he almost couldn't hold it steady.

"I will sweep away the filth and return to my hometown."

This idea is tricky, there is a problem, Yujia suddenly cut off his beard and opened it, the huge force roared, and the counter force made him escape a part, and he was about to escape from the enveloping range of this realm.

But I heard the young man say word by word: "Clean up thousands of miles, and all eight wastes will be cleared."

The surrounding void suddenly swayed, and Youjia only felt that his chest was hit hard, and was about to take out the talisman to escape, when he found himself in the original form at some point, fell into the opponent's palm, and was pinched by the head.

"You, you..." Youjia almost wanted to be furious, "You and Ben are not in the Nascent Soul stage!"

"That's right, thanks to the disciples of the sect, I have a slight reputation, and now it is the right way." The young man said calmly, "It's just that Yong Dao is still taboo by the Taoist sect. To avoid trouble, he only shows people the golden elixir."

His cultivation is based on people's reputation and belief, and it is the merits of teaching his disciples for hundreds of years, but if San Shangmen knows that his cultivation is so high, it may be difficult for him to have a bright future.

"You can really bear it!" Youjia almost wanted to reach out and pinch him, "Then why did you follow me when I poisoned you? Are you playing with me?"

There are not many drugs in this world that can fascinate He Dao, unless you drink it in your mouth!

"That's also a helpless move," the young man said lightly, "So what about being together, in the eyes of the three major sects, they are nothing more than bigger ants, they just want to see your purpose, so they go with you, and the matter is exposed , you don’t spread my cultivation indiscriminately, and I don’t tell you about the rudeness of the master today, how about it?”

Can Youjia say no?

Obviously not.

So he nodded in agreement.

The young man let him go, and Youjia immediately squirmed back into the golden clothes, and quickly transformed into a domineering monk in human form. Looking back at him again, he was a little embarrassed for a while, but he was naturally thick-faced, and soon calmed down.

"That's okay?" He tilted his head, "It's agreed, you can't bring this matter up to my teacher?"

"Of course I will do what I say." The young man looked at him, as if he wanted to see something from Yujia's face, and then said slowly, "Niandu (du)."

"What?" Youjia didn't understand.

"To be erudite but not poor, to do (all) without being tired." The young man said lightly, "The building is all right, the capital of the country, the teacher expects me to practice all things, and I feel that the word "du" is too heavy, so I change the accent... No wonder Your teacher is looking for a teacher of the article."

Youjia looked at him warily, with a premonition in her heart.

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"Mr. Lou Shan, what happened?" When Bai Ruolan woke up, she found herself lying on the couch of Mr. Lou, feeling a little worried.

The strongest thing about their monks is their self-control ability, and it is definitely wrong to fall asleep for no reason.

"There are villains who came and tried to play nice with the academy, but I have repelled them. Xiaolan is at ease." Lou Duxing still looked at the broken chess game, but made another move.

"Hey, Shan Zhang, you actually solved this ancient chess game." Bai Ruolan was shocked, this chess game had been placed in Shan Zhang's study for a long time, but she didn't expect Shan Zhang to actually solve it.

"Yes, the time has come." Lou Duxing smiled slightly, raised his head and ordered, "Bring a pot of good water, I want to make tea for class."

"Okay." Bai Ruolan left quickly.

Lou Duxing looked at the chess game, and after counting breaths, he raised his head.

At some point, there was already a young man in his early twenties in front of him, smiling and sitting opposite his chess board, he raised his hand and made a move.

The situation of the chess game changed instantly.

Lou Duxing didn't say anything, just played against him silently.

The middle game had been broken, but he didn't give up easily, but after making up a few moves, he stopped the decline, turned to the west corner, and started another game to open up the situation.

The opponent pressed on every step of the way. Although he counterattacked, he was extremely restrained. Even if he was forced away by the opponent a few times, he only opened another field in the south.

Soon, this time, the opponent didn't push anymore, but continued with back and forth.

After a round, it took only a few moments, but he still lost a few times.

"Your Excellency's ability to see through people's hearts is amazing." Lou Duxing made a cup for the other party, and said lightly.

"Then you must know why I came here?" Feng Qingxiu smiled.

"Thank you for your understanding." Lou Duxing said politely, "I would like to go."

The reason why the other party didn't bow down directly was because he had left a way out for him. If he didn't want to go, he wouldn't offend San San. Otherwise, it would be troublesome for people to know that they had contact with Xizhou.

"I also want to thank Your Excellency for not being afraid of my disciple being rude." Feng Qingxiu said helplessly, as soon as he entered the door, he could feel something from Poison Peak.

"It's okay, the future will last forever." Lou Duxing said meaningfully.

The author has something to say: The poems in this chapter are all ancient poems, because I can't write good poems, so let's pretend that this poem is also passed down in another world...