Immortal Road.

Chapter 180 A glimmer of hope

No matter how Lin Shan explained, Master Pei just shook his head like a rattle and refused to swear an oath.

Not to mention that you have caused huge trouble. No one can withstand the wrath of Qianyun Pavilion. What's more important is that I really don't dare to take in a disaster like you!
Not only do you cause trouble everywhere, but you also act as if nothing happened afterwards. How big of a heart do you have to have?
Can't be bothered.

Lin Shan said with a bitter face: First of all, I did not take the initiative to provoke anyone.

It's all passive acceptance, there's nothing I can do about it.

Secondly, many of the consequences were chain reactions after the fact, and I was completely unaware of them. I really did not intentionally lie to you.

Although Master Pei was easy to talk to, it was certainly because he was living under someone else's roof, so he couldn't help but sigh:
"You are hopeless, don't even think about clearing your name in this life. Anyway, more debts won't weigh you down, so just follow the path of evil and go all the way to the end!"

Lin Shan's eyes welled up with tears, and he bowed repeatedly: "Master, save me!"

Master Pei showed an expression of pity, stretched out his hand like an old withered tree, and gently patted his shoulder: "Child, remember to be born into a good family in your next life, you are really hopeless."

At this time, the martial arts instructor happened to pass by here and saw someone slacking off instead of practicing martial arts. He suddenly shouted, "What are you doing?"

Lin Shan and Master Pei were both startled, and quickly stood in their respective positions. One dared to teach while the other dared to learn, and they really imitated each other very well.

Coach Wu stopped and watched for a while, then nodded and turned to inspect the next team.

After that, Lin Shan did not give up just because Pei Zhenren backed out, but instead taught him martial arts diligently. Pei Zhenren also studied very seriously and seemed to have forgotten what happened before.

It was noon and the sun was high in the sky.

Everyone practiced until they were exhausted, their eyes were dizzy, and they could not even stand steadily.

Finally, as the time came, the red-robed young man "Coach Wu" trembled all over, and his temperament changed drastically the next moment.

"The path to the mountain of books is made through diligence, the boat to the boundless sea of ​​learning is made through hard work. If you don't study hard now, how can you ever be crowned as a wife and son, or become a king or a prime minister in the future?"

"???"

"???"

"???"

Everyone was dumbfounded. Listening to the old man's mumbling, they vaguely remembered something, because this voice was the one that appeared the most times in the previous two days and two nights, along with two other voices. One of them was the previous "Martial Arts Coach", and they were no strangers to this voice either.

Mr. Cen,
A teacher at a private school.

This person loves to nag. His noise level is even more terrible than that of a monk chanting. He always likes to give long speeches, which is really annoying.

The demons all sighed, this was the end, they had the "Martial Master" here before, if they had encountered reinforcements from the righteous path, he might have been able to protect them. Now it was replaced by this powerless old man, wouldn't they be captured by then?
The people of the righteous path are all smiling and happy. They just study. What we are least afraid of is wasting time. As long as we spend our days leisurely here, the masters of the righteous path will naturally come to rescue us.

The newly appeared "Master Cen" didn't care about all this. He directly ordered everyone present to sit cross-legged on the spot and start the class.

He took out an ancient book from somewhere and started reading from it.

"The devil turns into Black Sky, and death is as night. Rahu descends into the world, and the sky collapses and the earth splits. Evil gathers and filth gathers, and the blood sacrifice becomes a disaster."

"Pfft, what a heresy!"

This seems to be a book on magic, which was originally lying in the storage space of the Dharma King who protected the religion, and was taken out by Master Cen, who mistakenly thought it was a textbook.

Master Cen looked a little embarrassed and flustered, and continued to search left and right. He took out another book from another storage space and began to read it while shaking his head.

"Jade dew turns into elixir, golden liquid on the top of the head, pearls fall into the yellow palace, the mind is concentrated into meditation, the primordial spirit is in silence, the breath is continuous, what a mess!"

This seems to be a Taoist classic that explains the key to how to break through the bottleneck of the Jindan stage. It was originally lying quietly in the storage space of Lei Yinzi, the true disciple of Zixiao Sect, and was mistaken by Master Cen as a teaching material.

The old man was even more panicked now, as if he didn't have much knowledge and couldn't survive without books. He hurriedly continued to search, and after searching for a long time he finally took out another book.

This booklet has gilded edges, is simple and ancient, has a strong scent of books, and is very old. The four large characters "Zhou Gong Li Fa" on the cover are clearly visible, and seem to contain the brilliant wisdom of ancient sages.

Master Cen now felt relieved. He finally found a classic book on etiquette that could teach this group of "students" a good lesson!
"The union of yin and yang is the ultimate truth of heaven and earth. The yang of men is as hot as fire, while the yin of women is as cold and soft as water. When they blend perfectly, yin and yang are in harmony. This is the way of creation to prove the truth and bring great joy, right?"

"WTF!"

Master Cen was furious. He jumped three feet high and threw the book to the ground. The four big characters "Zhou Gong Li Fa" on the cover were really eye-catching.

"Tiger-like words, lascivious music, bad luck!"

The group of "students" below looked at the teacher's rage and hurriedly agreed, but their eyes were wandering and they were secretly glancing at the "Great Joy Method" on the ground. They felt itchy in their hearts and wanted to take a look at it.

"I don't know if it's the Dharma King who protects the religion or the Taoist Lei Yinzi's treasure. The former is fine, but if it's the latter... Tsk tsk tsk~"

Everyone was gossiping secretly and speculating about the stories of the two dead people before their death.

But Master Cen in front was in a dilemma and his mind was in a mess.

Although this old scholar was a private school teacher in the village, he did not have much literary talent. He usually relied on his literacy to read enlightenment textbooks to children in the surrounding villages. If he was asked to explain the profound principles of governing a country, he would be completely clueless.

Now, looking at the five or six hundred people below staring at him, his mind was a mess and he couldn't recite the Four Books and Five Classics at all. This was really embarrassing.

However, at this moment, as if by chance, another group of monks happened to pass by Yimeng Mountain.

Everyone on the righteous path was instantly overjoyed. The reinforcements had finally arrived and we were finally saved.

But then they stopped laughing.

Because the troops passing by this time were not the righteous army, but the defeated evil army, led by a middle-aged man with a gloomy face, who was actually a Jindan-stage immortal.

When the demonic guardian in the Jindan stage saw this scene, he couldn't help but be stunned, and felt it was absurd for no reason.

Five or six hundred people from both the good and evil sides gathered together and were attending a lecture.

The teacher on the podium was actually just a young man in a red robe.

Ok?
Does this person look familiar?

The magic guardian in the Jindan stage took a closer look. Although the red-robed young man's temperament had changed greatly, he still recognized him.

Isn’t this my old rival on the front line, the Zixiao Sect’s Nascent Soul Seed “Lei Yinzi”?

Good boy, you actually blocked me on the main road of Qingzhou openly, and captured a group of evil monks. You are pretending to be ghosts and making fun of me here!

In that case, I will fight you to the death today!

"Lei Yinzi, do you still remember Yin Wuming from the Blood River Palace?"

There was a loud shout from the sky, and the demonic monks on the ground recognized the person who came. Yin Wuming of the Blood River Palace was also very famous in the demonic camp.

The leader of the joint law enforcement detective team of the three evil sects, he was responsible for hunting down fugitives in the East China Sea. He successively captured the Huishan Old Ghost, killed the three monsters of Zhangtai, and expelled Master Gui. He was ferocious and chaotic.

Later, when attacking the Song Dynasty, he made many outstanding achievements. He had fought several battles with the Zixiao Sect's Nascent Soul Seed "Lei Yinzi", and the two were evenly matched. He was one of the rising stars in the battle between good and evil.

However, after the evil sect declined and adopted a defensive strategy, the eastern hinterland was severely infiltrated by the righteous monks, so the joint law enforcement detective team was reorganized and Yin Wuming was re-employed to search for spies.

After the avalanche on the front line, Yin Wuming massacred several cultivation families and sects, but found that it was useless for the overall situation, so he was forced to evacuate to the East China Sea. As for Lei Yinzi of Zixiao Sect, he was possessed by the Yuanying of the "King of Dharma Protector", so he never met Yin Wuming again.

Now that the two met in this situation, Yin Wuming thought that it was an old rival blocking the way, so he planned to kill him in one go.

Suddenly, a large blood-colored handprint condensed in the sky and suddenly covered the area. A disgusting smell of blood filled the air. Judging from its coverage, it was not only directed at the young man in red robes, but also included all the righteous monks below!

Everyone in the righteous sect was in a panic, and Pei Zhenren's face was pale and his hands and feet were cold. Not to mention that his cultivation was sealed now, even in his prime, he could not escape the poisonous hand. Who didn't know Yin Wuming of the Blood River Palace? Countless righteous monks died in his hands. He was simply notorious.

The people from the Demonic Path were all grinning and excited. They didn't expect that the reinforcements from the righteous path hadn't arrived yet, and the Demonic Path was defeated. No, the reinforcements from the Demonic Path arrived first. This was really the perfect timing.

It just so happens that "Coach Wu" is silent and "Master Cen" has emerged. How can he resist a great master like Yin Wuming?

Unfortunately,
Imagination is beautiful, but reality is cruel.

Although Master Cen was a mortal before, he had also shared in the vast amount of fighting experience of the "King of Dharma who Protects the Religion" throughout his life, and he also had no lack of fighting instincts.

In less than a moment, the demonic Jindan stage guardian and his men were captured on the spot.

Yin Wuming was sitting cross-legged on the grass in the woods with a bruised face and nose. Master Pei opposite him was staring at him, and the two of them looked at each other in silence.

Mr. Cen searched for a long time and finally found a "reading material" worth reading.

Then he started to recite again with nodding head. The monks from both the righteous and evil sides all hung their heads, feeling drowsy and confused. No one was interested in the class.

This old scholar was also a down-to-earth person. He firmly believed that strict teachers would produce excellent students. Once he found someone not paying attention in class, he would simply take out a ruler and hit the palm of the hand, making everyone dare not say anything and could only swallow their anger.

Especially the Black Skull Demon Lord, he took the most beatings.

Who made its eyes so lifeless, with its eye sockets full of black holes, with only the soul fire in its skull occasionally showing? If the old scholar doesn't beat it, who else should he beat?

The Black Skeleton Demon Lord looked at his shattered bone hand and wanted to cry, why am I always the one who gets hurt?
I want to go back to the hell world!

Of course, it's just a thought. After all, it is a skeleton with dreams.

For the sake of the innate spiritual treasure, I endure it!
……

As this happened, the sky gradually darkened.

Master Cen was still very interested. When he occasionally read something exquisite in the book, he couldn't help but applaud. Everyone was used to it and could only cooperate with his performance.

At the hour of Xu, night falls.

The red-robed young man shuddered all over, and "Master Cen" left the stage with reluctance, and a new character appeared on the stage.

"If Heaven had not given birth to me, Ma Yuanjue, the sword path would have been as dark as eternity!"

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This substitution caused a bit of a chill in the atmosphere, and everyone just stared at him in silence.

Most people could guess this person's identity. The group of righteous and evil monks who had experienced the previous two days and two nights also knew that this person had appeared most frequently before. It was estimated that he and "Coach Wu" and "Master Cen" had appeared three times.

This should be the last personality.

Ma Yuanjue, a wandering swordsman, was once called the "Sword Saint" by his contemporaries.

Unexpectedly, the first thing he did after coming online was neither to gather them together to practice martial arts nor to urge them to study, but to pick up the book "The Rites of Zhou Gong" on the ground and start reading it by himself.

He was watching with great interest, nodding and smiling knowingly from time to time.

When everyone saw this scene, they couldn't help but become excited again.

This person doesn't seem to have much desire to be in control.

So, how about we try to escape?

Most of the demonic monks were extremely anxious, fearing that the reinforcements from the righteous path would arrive the next moment. They knew that staying here was definitely not a solution. No matter how powerful the young man in red robe was, could he be able to defeat the old monster in the Nascent Soul stage from the righteous path?
At this time, Yin Wuming, the guardian of the Blood River Hall, winked at several of his men.

These people had followed for many years, so they naturally understood what the protector meant, and they all stood up and prepared to test it themselves.

But I haven't taken a few steps yet
"Whoa, whoa, whoa~"

Three sword energies arrived in an instant. The cultivation of these people was sealed, and they were unable to resist at all, and died on the spot!
"Sigh~"

Everyone was shocked. They didn't expect that the last personality would actually kill someone!
Because of the experience of Coach Wu and Master Cen before, no matter what they did, it would at most be a minor punishment or a severe warning. Even if a Jindan-stage real person wanted to kill them, these two would just detain them and seal their cultivation, treating everyone equally without distinction.

But this last person did not play by the rules.

The red-robed young man "Ma Jiansheng" spoke calmly, as if explaining to everyone on the field.

"Since you are the students of those two, I naturally cannot let you go. Otherwise, if they come out tomorrow and find that all my students have run away, what can I say to them?"

Everyone couldn't help but complain in their hearts after hearing this. If the person ran away, there would be no explanation, but if they killed him, there would be an explanation?

Ma Jiansheng closed the "Zhou Gong Li Fa" without commenting and threw it aside: "Just now I was just killing a chicken to scare the monkeys. As long as you don't run away and don't cause me any trouble for the time being, I am too lazy to do anything."

Then, he seemed to have thought of something and stood with his hands behind his back facing everyone.

"I am no more stubborn than those two guys. I am not interested in trash. I only accept elites. Besides..."

"I will only accept one personal disciple!"

The eyes of this swordsman were sparkling and his spirits were high, which showed the confidence deep in his bones.

"After I defeat those two guys in a few days, completely suppress their personalities, and become completely independent, I will take my disciples with me and roam the world."

"Well, it looks like we'll know the result the day after tomorrow."

As soon as these words were spoken, the righteous monks lost interest, but the evil monks all breathed faster and immediately found a glimmer of hope.

As long as they become his direct disciple, they will have the opportunity to take them far away!
With the protection of such a powerful person, it would be easy to escape from the righteous territory, and there would be no need to stay and wait for death, but there is only one spot available.

That is to say, among the three hundred demonic monks present, only one can survive!
The others had their cultivation sealed and could not escape at all, so their fate was already determined.

Not only did the people on the evil path figure out the key points, but there were also many smart people on the righteous path who were thinking about it.

However, the people of the righteous path had no opinion on this. They just needed to wait here safely for the sect's rescue. Why should they compete for this spot with a bunch of evil villains?

If he really becomes the disciple of the red-robed young man, he might be regarded as an accomplice of the evil camp by the righteous camp.

Besides, there is probably no suspense about this spot, considering there are so many people present.

Who can defeat Yin Wuming, the guardian of the Blood River Palace?
(End of this chapter)