Zhu Xian: Learn from the Great Ying Immortal and rebuild the Trinity School

Chapter 202: Your debt is on the shoulders of the master (Part )
Wu's action, or rather his ending, was beyond everyone's expectations.

Daoxuan above was also stunned for a moment when he saw this.

Since Yun Yilan is now safe, there is no reason to support his actions.

But despite this, he still did not withdraw Zhu Xian.

"Senior Brother Head!"

Until Shuiyue whispered in his ear:
"Since it has come to this, I hope you will show mercy."

"..."

Daoxuan did not respond, but looked thoughtful.

In his eyes, there was a mixture of hostility and murderous intent.

But the hand holding the sword, which did not move for a long time, revealed a bit of hesitation and consideration.

At this time,

Suddenly, a large golden auspicious light appeared in the western sky and spread towards the east.

The following methods met each other and could not help but be delighted:
"Master is coming."

Daoxuan naturally noticed it as well, and after thinking it over again and again, he finally forced himself to suppress the anger in his eyes.

Daoxuan held the seal and chanted a mantra, withdrew the seven-colored main sword, and placed it at the top of the sky to suppress the center.

Suddenly, as if he had suddenly let out a breath, the suppressed injuries in his body suddenly erupted.

Daoxuan's face suddenly turned red and purple, and he exerted great effort to swallow the fishy and sweet taste in his throat.

Scan around,
He then used the "low-power" dispersed Zhuxian Qi Sword to kill other evil cult monsters who were trying to escape.

Suddenly, shouts and screams arose again on Tongtian Peak, which had been silent for a long time.

…………

Xu Zhiqiu is at the critical juncture of a breakthrough.
On the brink of life and death, he was even prepared to fail.

However, the giant colorful sword above was suddenly withdrawn, and all his enthusiasm was in vain.

He was puzzled and looked around.

When he saw his disciple lying on the ground in the distance, he seemed to have guessed something.

The fire of reverse life was still jumping on the surface of his body, and part of his body was even between Qi and flesh and blood, and had not yet stabilized.

But he still staggered over.

Pulling Tianya out, he hugged Wu Zhongguang in his arms, pressing his left hand on the wound on his chest to stop the bleeding.

The other hand was pressed on the top of his head, infusing it with innate Qi, trying to awaken his reverse life.

However, the location where Tianya was injured was the key point that made it difficult for Wu Chongguang to transform into the second level of Qi.

What's more, the injured person himself had no intention of cooperating, and no matter how hard Xu Zhiqiu tried, he could not revive him.

"child!"

Xu Zhiqiu just felt his mouth dry and his hands were all over his body, and he was a little at a loss.

His lips opened:
"you……"

"Master..."

Wu Chongguang forced himself to swallow the pink blood foam that burst out of the corner of his mouth.

While holding Xu Zhiqiu's hand tightly, he looked around and shook his head gently at Xu Zhiqiu.

Seeing that he was about to speak, Xu Zhiqiu quickly put his ear close to listen.

And the voice of Wu Chongguang was so faint that it was almost inaudible:

"We go home."

"..."

Feeling the disciple's breath in his arms gradually weakening, Xu Zhiqiu was speechless for a moment.

His face turned pale and his lower lip trembled slightly:
"Okay, let's go home."

He propped himself up and stood up, refusing Lu Xueqi's offer of support.

He just carried his apprentice on his back and walked down the mountain.

Both the righteous and the evil, whether they were disciples of the Demon Sect or the disciples of Qingyun, all made way for him even though they were fighting for their lives.

Lu Xueqi bit her lower lip and was about to follow.

But after taking two steps, he had to stop again.

Due to her status as a Qingyun disciple, how could she just abandon the sect when it was currently fighting the Demon Cult?
He stared blankly at the backs of Master Xu and his apprentice as they left.

Look at the scarlet blood dripping down the hem of the clothes onto the ground, and the bloodstains follow the footsteps, drifting away little by little.

With every step he took, blood beads shattered on the ground, revealing a red lotus.

After walking more than a hundred steps, the bloodstains disappeared.

Xu froze and stood there for a long time.

Then, continue walking down the mountain.

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This battle was the greatest disaster that Qingyun Sect had ever encountered in a hundred years.

First, the incident started from nearby; second, there was a traitor inside; third, the number of members in the cult was large.

If it weren't for the last moment, when the head sect leader Daoxuan sacrificed the ancient sword Zhuxian and saved the situation, the Qingyun Taoist lineage would have been cut off.

Even with the power of Zhu Xian, many members of the Demon Sect were killed and injured.

But in the end, a considerable number of the demon sect's followers still managed to escape.

According to statistics afterwards, in this battle of Qingyun Sect, Shang Zhengliang, the head of Chaoyang Peak, and Tianyun Taoist, the head of Luoxia Peak, were killed in battle.

After the Taoist Cangsong, the head of Longshou Peak, betrayed his religion, he was killed by the leader of Sanyi Sect.

Of the more than thirty elders, seven-tenths died in the battle.

The casualties among disciples from various sects were countless.

To sum up -

This time, the evil cult's attack on the mountain caused unprecedented damage to the Qingyun Sect.

It is even more severe than the war that took place over a hundred years ago.

Until three days later,
Puhong from Tianyin Temple led the crowd away. During his visit, he revealed the truth about the incident in Caomiao Village.

This would naturally cause a stir among the people, but the Qingyun Sect at the moment did not have the energy to make a fuss.

We can only deal with it coldly for now.

As for the few remaining disciples of Fenxiang Valley, they also returned to southern Xinjiang a few days ago under the leadership of Yun Yilan.

All external affairs were put to rest, and Qingyun Sect began its intensive post-war reconstruction.

back mountain,

Ancestral Hall.

Daoxuan came to burn incense again,

An old man sweeping the floor stood by.

After kowtowed three times to the master, Daoxuan stood up but staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Seeing this, the old man sweeping the floor couldn't help but frown:
"The Heavenly Secret Seal is indeed very dangerous. Even with your cultivation level, you have been left with such a hidden injury. It seems that you will have to rest for a few years."

Daoxuan waved his hand:

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter..."

The old man sweeping the floor asked again:
"That old sly guy Yun Yilan, has he gone back home?"

"Yeah." Daoxuan nodded.

The old man sweeping the floor glanced at him sideways:
"Then why didn't you send a few special people to escort him? What if he was killed on the way..."

"Humph!"

Daoxuan suddenly turned his face away, and it was not clear whether it was directed at the old man sweeping the floor or at Yun Yilan.

The old man sweeping the floor could tell exactly who it was directed at.

Then he asked:
"Since you also look down on him, why do you have to go against the Trinity Sect Master?"

"You don't know something."

Daoxuan shook his head, quite a bit sighed:

"In the situation at that time, the morale of the people was the most important. In order to ensure that the supreme authority of the Zhuxian Sword Formation was not shaken, I naturally could not retreat even a single step. This is one reason..."

"What about the second?"

"Secondly, the Sanyi Sect was only founded in recent years, but as far as I know, Xu Zhiqiu has a wide range of friends. In particular, a large organization has emerged in the martial arts world in recent years, called the [Cultivation Alliance], which has a large number of members and is closely related to it."

"Trinity and Qingyun are both in the Central Plains and are close neighbors. It would be fine if we get along peacefully on weekdays. But if there is a little friction, I have to be alert. They may have the ambition to replace us. If we let it develop, it may shake Qingyun's position sooner or later."

After hearing this, the old man who was sweeping the floor twitched with a hint of sarcasm:
"Mountainous Qingyun, you are not a gang fighting for territory. You are thinking of eradicating the roots when there is a little threat. Isn't this the behavior of the devil?"

Facing his accusations, Daoxuan was not angry, but just sighed:
"That's exactly the third point... The Immortal Executioner Sword is inherently vicious, and what's more, I have a sharp weapon, so I will naturally have the desire to kill. Even if I have the cultivation of the Great Purity Dao, I can't guarantee that I will not be affected by it."

"Hahahaha!" The old man sweeping the floor suddenly raised his head and laughed when he heard this.

The laughter was so rough and bold that it shook the beams of the ancestral temple so much that dust fell off.

He laughed for a long time, and even tears came out of the corners of his eyes.

When the laughter finally stopped, the sarcasm and contempt in his eyes became even stronger. He asked Daoxuan again:
"Since you are using the excuse of killing the immortal, why don't you just go all the way and kill him directly?"

“This also has three reasons.”

Daoxuan recalled the scene at that time and slowly told the story:
"First, I am powerless. Once I use all my strength to control the main sword to kill it, I will be exhausted and the Zhuxian Sword Formation will collapse. Then I will not be able to deal with the subsequent demons and monsters."

"Secondly, his disciple had already committed suicide with his sword. It would be too ugly to kill him at that time. I couldn't be too cruel or ruthless."

"The third one is also the most important one..."

Having said this, Daoxuan paused, with a light flickering in his eyes.

The old man sweeping the floor was curious:
"It's all over, are you afraid of anything that you can't say?"

Daoxuan shook his head and continued:

"The Immortal Execution Sword Formation with the Heavenly Secret Lock activated is certainly extremely powerful, but to be honest, I'm not sure if I can kill him."

"What did you say?"

The old man sweeping the floor was shocked. He looked at Daoxuan's expression carefully and realized that he was not joking.

With the strength of one person, he fought against Zhu Xian.

It sounds shocking enough.

I only regret that I didn't see it with my own eyes at the time. Now, how can I not feel itchy and anxious when listening to Daoxuan's description?
I can’t help but sigh:

"There really is such a person in the world. What a pity..."

Daoxuan glanced at him and said:
"Given your temper and arrogance, Wan Jianyi, are you thinking of meeting him sometime? If you have this intention, I can allow you to go down the mountain."

The old man sweeping the floor, who was referred to as Wan Jianyi by Daoxuan, was startled at first, then shook his head and sneered:

"I am crazy, but not stupid."

"I have been in this mountain for three hundred years. Although I am tired of it, at least thanks to you, I am still alive..."

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On top of Kanglong Peak.

At this moment, both the lower courtyard at the foot of the mountain and the sect gate at the top of the mountain were crowded with people.

People were moving around, jostling each other, and the sound of noisy discussions was overwhelming.

Feng Baoshan, Yu Zhuo and several other disciples stood outside the sect and prohibited outsiders from entering.

Some people, relying on their high status, shouted in the crowd:

"How is Master Xu? When will he be willing to see us?"

"Everyone is here now. As soon as Master Xu gives the order, we will go and settle accounts with Qingyun Sect!"

"Yes! If something like this happens at Trinity Gate, it's all our business!"

"Fuck Qingyun Sect, screw it!"

Gather the heads of people big and small on the mountain and down the mountain,

In terms of its composition, there are 28 sects, large and small, and a number of independent cultivators, totaling 3,000 cultivators.

They are all "registered" monks of the Cultivation Alliance.

These people were filled with righteous indignation because they had learned that the chief disciple of the Sanyi Sect had died in Qingyun Mountain, so they came to lend a helping hand.

Of course there are those who are here to help sincerely, but there are definitely also those who are here just to join in the fun.

No matter what, with so many people here, no one dares to underestimate them.

Most of them didn't have very high cultivation bases, but at least one third of them were able to wield swords.

With such a scale, it can truly be called a "giant" for the Qingyun Sect, which was exhausted after the war.

At this time, the head monk of Qingyun Xiaozhu Peak, Shuiyue Zhenren, came to the gate of Sanyi Mountain with his two beloved disciples Lu Xueqi and Wenmin.

As soon as the master and his two disciples landed, they were met with hostile looks from everyone.
Shuiyue's face remained calm as always, but she was actually secretly surprised.

I thought Trinity was just a small sect, relying entirely on Xu Zhiqiu to support it.

But I never thought he had such a connection. If he wanted to do something to Qingyun... the consequences would be unimaginable.

……

She came to the front door and said softly to Feng Baoshan who was blocking the door:
"My dear nephew, we are here on the orders of the headmaster Qingyun to express our condolences and condolences to your nephew Wu. Please inform Sect Master Xu on our behalf."

"Which one is your nephew!?"

Before Feng Baoshan could answer, Guo Dazhuang answered first:

"My master said that he won't see anyone for the next two days. Even if you are the king of heaven, it won't do anything!"

He had a fierce face and didn't give Shuiyue any face at all:

"Besides, the body has been in the refining process, and the mourning shed has not been set up. What kind of condolences are you offering? Condolences? I think you are here to laugh at me, right?"

Shuiyue frowned and remained speechless for a moment.

She is the dignified head of Qingyun, highly respected and virtuous. It is already an exception to protocol for her to condescend to express condolences on behalf of a junior.

But he didn't expect to run into a junior who didn't give him any face, and he was left speechless and at a loss.

Lu Xueqi stared straight into the door with a worried look on her face.

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These days, the little boy Wu Bufu has been crying a lot.

Although Qu Niang was also very sad, she had to put on a forced smile to coax the child.

In the chief's courtyard,
Xu Zhiqiu crumpled a letter.

That was a suicide letter.

It was found on Wu Chongguang's body when Xu Zhiqiu was changing his clothes after his death.

It was obvious that he had already made up his mind to die before he ascended to the throne.

In addition to some words of apology, the letter also made two requests.

One is to entrust the orphan to someone and then to make a plea.

The second is to cremate his body and bury it together with Yan Hong’s ashes.

The letter mentioned a sacred place in the legend of the witch tribe in southern Xinjiang, and if conditions permit, the couple was begged to bury them there.

"I raised him for more than ten years, and I had intended to pass on my legacy to him, but in the end... he died before me."

"Don't blame yourself too much. After all, this matter is mostly his own fault. It's all fate. You..."

Zhou Yixian wanted to comfort him.

But on second thought, it would be a bit unbearable to push the problem onto a dead person, so I decided not to continue.

"No, I didn't teach him well..."

Xu Zhiqiu shook his head, his face showing no sign of how upset he was.

"I thought I understood him, but I underestimated his fragility. I taught him to be clear and not to get involved, but I ignored that he was at the age of pursuing love."

"If he hadn't been so absorbed in the role of Yan Hong, he wouldn't have created such an evil fate and ended up with such a guilty conscience. But he is a person who always blames himself, so if he made one mistake, he would make more mistakes."

Xu Zhiqiu smiled bitterly, and a hint of sadness finally appeared on his face.

"Now that I think about it, the root of the problem lies with me."

"You clearly despise those superficial rules, but you are weighing the pros and cons and are unwilling to cross the so-called red line even a step."

"Isn't it just revenge? I shouldn't have let him go to Southern Xinjiang. I should have rushed directly to Fenxiang Valley and solved the problem for him! But...but..."

Xu Zhiqiu couldn't continue and took a few deep breaths.

Now that the child is gone, there is no point in talking about those things.

Looking back over the years, the master and the apprentice have been together day and night. Although they are master and apprentice, in fact, how are they different from father and son?
Now that the elderly are sending their loved ones away, the pain in their hearts is really hard to explain to outsiders.

At that time, in order to rescue his master, he was forced to give up his enemy who was right next to him.

I think the despair, resentment and pain in his heart at that time must have been much greater than what his master felt at the moment, right?
Thinking of this, Xu Zhiqiu felt a pang of pain in his heart.

Just imagine, if my disciple’s enemy was not Fenxiang Valley, but a demon cult.

Then, as a master, would I just stand by and watch?

Most likely not.

In the final analysis, it was because the master was too concerned about his own reputation and allowed his apprentice to fight alone.

"So, I'm not his master..."

There were a few wet marks on the letter in his hand. Xu Zhiqiu wiped the sand from the corners of his eyes and suddenly burst into laughter:
"…He's a damned account-taker."

Zhou Yixian looked at him silently, the old man's face full of complexity.

He wanted to persuade him, but he couldn't find any reason to stop him.

So he let out a long sigh and watched Xu Zhiqiu slowly stand up and straighten his back.

A lifetime of rain, snow, wind and frost were all peeled off from his back.

"Chongguang, take a rest."

Looking eastwards, we see the blue sky.
Look southwards, where incense is burned.

A pair of eyes, more indifferent and ethereal than ever before.

"Master bears your debt."

　The plot is hard to segment, so I merged the two chapters together.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)