"right!"
Deng Yifei cherishes words like gold.
"Deacon Song told you to come over immediately, he wants to see you!"
"What's up?"
"I don't know either!" said the servant, "Master Deacon just asked me to take you there."
"Um!"
Deng Yifei nodded indifferently.
He didn't know Deacon Song, but he didn't think anyone would dare to pretend to be a deacon within Tian Yunzong.
Following the servant, Deng Yifei came to the mission hall on Yunhai Peak, and then the servant led him in through the side door on the right. Not long after, he saw a thin middle-aged man with a goatee. Year warrior.
The servant whispered: "Master Deacon, Deng Yifei has brought it!"
"Okay, you go down!"
After the servant left, Deacon Song sized Deng Yifei up and asked, "Do you know why I want to see you?"
"I don't know!"
"More than two months ago, you were doing missions in Shangjiu City, right?"
"Yes!" Deng Yifei nodded.
"Not only did you voluntarily withdraw from the mission, but you also reminded those refugees to leave?" Deacon Song asked with a frown.
"Yes!"
"Can you tell me why?"
"I can't bear it, I can't bear to shoot those refugees, I can't bear to watch them die!"
Deacon Song nodded and said, "Actually, Shang Jiucheng didn't intend to hold you accountable, they just mentioned a sentence in passing!"
Seeing that Deng Yifei had no expression on his face, Deacon Song could only continue to say: "Fortunately, you are smart. You just said that Shang Jiucheng wanted to wipe out the mob, and it might affect them. Otherwise, if Shang Jiucheng holds you accountable, our Tianyun Sect will say It may not be possible to keep you, after all, you are only an outer disciple!"
"Now that I have done it, I am not afraid of taking responsibility, I am mentally prepared!"
"I've checked your information, and your talent is really good!" After a little compliment to Deng Yifei, the expression on Deacon Song's face quickly calmed down, and he said sternly in a warning tone: "But I hope that you will do something The awareness of a warrior, as a warrior, you should not have too much pity in your heart, and you don't need too much sympathy, too much pity and sympathy will only harm you, understand?"
"But Master Deacon, I don't think so!"
Deacon Song's warning tone failed to scare Deng Yifei.
Just listen to Deng Yifei continue to say: "I think the stronger the warrior, the more sympathetic and compassionate he should be, to help the weak, eradicate the villains, and let more ordinary people live and work in peace and contentment, because the stronger the strength, the greater the responsibility !"
Deng Yifei's words came from the bottom of his heart. If some masters were willing to kill all the people in the wolf village, would such a thing happen in their village
Deacon Song never dreamed that his words would be refuted by a 13-year-old Qi Condensation Realm disciple.
There was a long table in front of him, and he shouted sharply, "Are you questioning me?"
The long table was torn apart by him!
At this moment, Chen Hao in the Scarlet Blood Sword whispered in Deng Yifei's ear: "Did you see it, did you see it? Some martial artists who think they are superior are like this. They can't reason with you, so they want to threaten you!"
"Master Deacon, I am not questioning your words, you have your point of view, and I have my principles!" Deng Yifei gritted his teeth and said, "Practice the beliefs of a lifetime!"
Looking at Deng Yifei's stubborn and firm eyes, Deacon Song's anger dissipated a lot.
Just judging from his eyes, Deacon Song knew that Deng Yifei was not lying, that was indeed his belief!
People with firm beliefs are worthy of respect.
And after all, Deng Yifei was his junior, so getting angry at a junior like this made Deacon Song feel that he was making a fuss out of a molehill.
But after all, he couldn't hold back his face, he could only wave it, and said angrily: "Forget it, you go down!"
Deng Yifei bowed to Deacon Song and then slowly backed away. He walked to the door, and the servant was still waiting for him.
"I'll take you out, outer disciples are not allowed to enter here!" The servant bowed and said.
"Thanks!"
When they were about to reach the mission hall, the servant leading the way said, "My lord, I heard what you said just now!"
"Why, do you think I'm wrong too?"
"No, I think you are a respectable martial artist!"
When Deng Yifei stepped into the threshold of the last door, he turned his head to look at a servant, who stood quietly on the spot with his head down.
Deng Yifei entered the mission hall, the hall was still noisy, many outer disciples gathered together in twos and threes, staring at the missions on the big blackboard and discussing something intensely.
Deng Yifei didn't leave, his eyes searched for suitable tasks on the big blackboard.
He doesn't care about the task rewards. The task should not be too complicated or time-consuming. It is best to stay away from the sect. Like last time, it is best to leave for two or three months!
Deng Yifei has listened carefully to the explanations of the inner disciples and deacons for the past month, and he has almost understood the points for training in the Qi Condensation Realm!
What he needs now is to improve his cultivation and strength!
Staying in the sect all the time, not only will he not be able to complete the task requirements of the Scarlet Blood Holy Sword, but his strength will be gradually overtaken by other peers!
At midnight, a crescent moon hangs in the sky.
At this moment, except for a few specific areas in Quxia City, there are almost no lights to be seen, and the night is dark.
Especially in Quxia City, the west city where most civilians live, the surrounding area is even darker and quieter, only occasionally after half an hour, the footsteps of city guards patrolling can be heard.
Because this is not a wealthy area, and it is not a special period, the city guards are not diligent in patrolling, which is a bit perfunctory.
Deng Yifei was lying on the roof of a high-rise building in the west of Xicheng District, holding his breath, scanning all the nearby streets with his sharp eyes, and listening carefully to the wind and grass around him.
Three years have passed, and Deng Yifei is already sixteen years old, and his body is 1.9 meters tall, which is considered tall among warriors.
His body was not considered burly and strong, but what was wrapped under the uniform of Tianyunmen was strong muscles.
Chen Hao felt that Deng Yifei should be the kind of man who looks thin when dressed, and looks fleshy when undressed.
In the past three years, Deng Yifei's strength has grown steadily, from the peak of the Qi Condensation Realm, across the Qi Sea Realm, to the late stage of the True Yuan Realm, approaching the peak level of the True Yuan Realm.
The improvement speed is a little slow, but Chen Hao can barely accept it. Deng Yifei is not lazy, but a little diligent. In the past three years, he stayed outside for a long time to perform tasks, and many villains died at his hands. Good and bad.
As for why Deng Yifei is lying on this tall building, the reason is actually very simple, he is waiting for an enemy who must be killed.
Chen Hao even admired Deng Yifei's patience. For a villain in the Real Yuan Realm, he actually lay down on this building, refusing to eat, drink, or sleep, waiting for five days and five nights!
(end of this chapter)