The atmosphere in the courtyard was a little subtle for a moment. The two brothers looked at each other with awe-inspiring sword auras.
Sword cultivators are not good at talking. They prefer to speak with swords rather than with their mouths.
Who is right and who is wrong, who is righteous and who is biased, will be revealed after a fight.
The two men raised their swords and faced each other, and sword energy burst out.
Just then, "Bang, bang", two dull sounds were heard, and two chicken bones hit them on the head, one for each, which was very fair.
The two of them immediately squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands, tears streaming down their cheeks. The immortal swords fell to the ground with a clang.
Outside the courtyard, the old Taoist spat out a chicken bone, jumped up, and flew towards the main peak of Qingyuan.
"It's nothing! You all are so arrogant even though you are not very accomplished. You keep talking about the world. What is the world? Nothing is the world. The roast chicken in your mouth is the world!"
Guizai has become my disciple. Once something is said, it cannot be taken back. I, an old Taoist priest, must stick to my words. I told him that even if we overturn the Palace of Eternal Life, we must keep our word.
How can I allow my disciple to enter my sect with such grudges
The old Taoist didn't fly a sword, as he could fly with his real body after reaching the demon transformation realm. He rushed all the way like a whirlwind, breaking through the clouds, and in a moment he was above the main peak of Qingyuan Mountain, looking at the solemn Changsheng Palace, and then he transformed himself into a giant turtle three meters in size, smashing towards the Changsheng Palace like a meteorite.
Inside the Hall of Eternal Life, Feng Yiju opened his eyes and glanced at the rooftop, then rolled up his sleeves and flashed out of the hall with the boy.
boom!
With a loud bang, the Hall of Eternal Life collapsed.
Rocks flew everywhere.
The boy opened his mouth in astonishment.
Who dares to attack the Hall of Eternal Life? Has our Qingyuan Sect been captured? Why didn't the formation intercept them
When the smoke and dust cleared, one could see Uncle Master Ge beating the Sect Leader.
The other party is his uncle, an elder. Even though Feng Yiju is the head of the sect, he can only dodge. He shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly.
"Uncle Ge..."
"Shut up!" Ge Laodao was unyielding: "Don't admit your mistakes. If you admit your mistakes, how can I hit you?!"
"Uncle Ge, that's the sect leader!" The scholar who came rushing over shouted in shock.
Taoist Ge glanced at him. So what if he was the head of the sect? If the old Taoist started to act like a spoiled child, he would beat him up without hesitation!
What's wrong with being the head of a sect? It's like everyone has been there before!
When the previous generation of the headmaster was seriously injured and dying, Qingyuan Sect was in turmoil. In order to calm people's hearts, the older generation of brothers who were not much different from the old headmaster took turns to lead Qingyuan Sect as the old headmaster. It took a full sixty years for Qingyuan Sect to recover. It took another twenty years for Feng Yiju to succeed the position of headmaster before they set foot on the right path again.
He, Ge Jiansan, also worked in Changsheng Palace and served as the head!
Taoist Ge punched Feng Yiju into the ruins: "This punch is for my disciple to fight. I will beat you so hard that you will lose your mind and try to control the beast!"
Feng Yiju didn't dare to resist, Ge Laodao had a high status and a special identity. It wasn't just the seniority, Feng Yiju's master was Ge Laodao's younger brother, and was brought up by Ge Laodao. Not to mention beating him, he had already become a disciple back then, and his master would beat him at will.
He dared not resist but had to endure it. Feng Yi Ju had just emerged from the ash heap when he was punched back by Ge Laodao: "This punch is for not doing your job properly! Why don't you be a good monk and learn to be a dirty scholar? Who are you sneaking around to plot against all day long?"
As he spoke, he glanced at the scholar, who immediately felt scared to death.
Feng Yiju swept away the ruins and crawled out: "Master..."
boom!
"This punch will punish you for not doing your job for sixty years! What has your sect become now? Fighting for power and profit, being servile and mean!"
boom!
"I'm beating you up like an unkind father! The little girl is scared of you like a tiger. You're not even kind to your own daughter, so how can we trust you to be kind to your disciples?!"
Feng Yi Ju, who had originally not resisted, suddenly looked up and looked straight at Ge Lao Dao.
"Uncle Master, this is my family matter."
Ge Laodao looked down at him with an extremely serious look in his eyes: "As the head of the sect, you have no family affairs! Your every word, action, and move are all important matters for the sect!"
Ge Laodao screamed and punched him, knocking him out from the main peak of Qingyuan Mountain.
"This punch is for you, bullying the weak and fearing the strong! Why didn't you dare to resist after being beaten for so long?! You are the head of the sect! Even if the ancestors of all generations were resurrected, no one could beat the head of the sect like this!!"
Ge Laodao shouted hysterically.
He originally just wanted to overturn a table and vent his anger on his apprentice, but for some reason, when he saw Feng Yiju, who had a scholarly air, he couldn't hold back and took action.
Where is the Feng Yiju who used to travel the world with a sword and take revenge? Since when did he think he was a scholar just because he was called Feng Junzi? It's fine to study, but why learn those bad habits
You deserve a beating!
In the South Garden, Su He was stunned. Just now, a scene suddenly appeared in front of him, a huge grass tortoise smashed a hall, and then the grass tortoise transformed into Ge Laodao, and then beat Feng Yiju violently.
His first reaction: This is fake.
After all, no one except him saw this scene.
Then Su He realized that this was the picture that the old Taoist had sent to him. He felt an inexplicable shock in his heart. The old Taoist was unkempt and not doing his job properly, but he disdained to lie.
He went to the main peak of Qingyuan and overturned the Hall of Eternal Life!
Su He suddenly felt as if something grabbed his heart, his throat choked, and an inexplicable feeling surged from the bottom of his heart.
The last time he had this feeling was in his previous life, when he was called a fatherless boy. Then, without saying a word, he took a big kid in the yard to fight back, but he didn't win and was beaten back by someone else.
That time, Su He cried loudly. He didn't mind being bullied or suffering, but he couldn't stand someone being nice to him.
For example, Feng Yaya, Su Huanian, Ge Laodao. He also had a strong liking for Xia Dali.
It was not until Feng Yaya poked his tortoise shell that Su He came back to his senses. The class was over and the class was over. Half of the disciples had left the South Garden, and the remaining half were looking at Su He from afar, curious about the existence of the dragon tortoise.
"Big Turtle, mom left again." Feng Yaya saw Su He come back to his senses, poked his turtle scales and said sullenly: "Mom left without taking me, Aunt Lin is not here either. I don't know where Da Zhuang ran off to. It must have seen that you woke up and didn't need to take care of me, so it ran away..."
At this moment, a majestic camel was standing on an uninhabited hill, feeling depressed. It was quietly looking at the rushing elephant water below, feeling a little bored.
The eyesight of the Xuan Yue monster was so good that it could see clearly even through the heavy rain and hundreds of miles away that the old man had gone to beat the sect leader and vent his anger on the turtle.
Feng Yaya followed the turtle to class early, and no one noticed that it was gone.
I really want to die here, die completely, and never be able to be revived. By the time they find me, it will be too late. I will have to hold my corpse and cry, filled with regret.
On the main peak of Qingyuan Mountain, the voice of the dead Taoist priest came out in a sonorous and powerful voice: "On the seventh day of the seventh month, the Taoist priest will hold a disciple-recruiting ceremony at Tinghai Lake. I hope all of you fellow disciples will come to be witnesses!"
The camel was disheartened.
Dozens of golden lights shot out from Qingyuan Mountain in all directions. This was Master Ge inviting friends from other sects to come and show his support.
He never taught a disciple in his entire life. Even his own son was thrown into the Sword Washing Pool to be accepted as a disciple by his good friend. Until now, the little Taoist boys serving him are nominally his son's Taoist boys.
He had never accepted a disciple before and would never do so in the future.
Only the dragon turtle is special.
The first disciple accepted over the past thousand years would be the last disciple accepted.
(End of this chapter)