Sword knocks the door of heaven

Chapter 299 We are willing to die for Qiushui

Autumn Swallow Nest Pass.

Walking down the path from Baiyun Temple down the mountain, you only need to go straight down, even if you walk in the courtyard, you can reach Yanchao Pass in just two or three sticks of incense.

Therefore, the disciples of Qiushui near Baiyun Temple are very familiar with Yanchao Pass, but none of them thought today that the most shabby and smallest tower among the four mountain gates is actually the strongest.

What they also didn't expect was that the master of Baiyun Temple, the old farmer who has been making wine and farming all day long, could resist the combined attack of the three palace masters of the Immortal League with his own strength, even at this moment. With the addition of two strangers, the master of the Baiyun temple still won't lose out under the cooperation of his disciples.

Looking at his fierce iron fist in the virtual image above his head, listening to the sound of the air explosion caused by that fist, the disciples who are taking refuge in the Qiushui Sword Tomb at this moment feel extremely at ease.

Although the fighting outside was very fierce, under the protection of the Kun Formation, except for the roar of wind, thunder and cannons that rang from time to time, the interior of the Qiushui Mountains was quite peaceful.

However, even though the sword mound was still calm as usual, most of the two thousand or two disciples in the arena had desolate expressions on their faces, and some even buried their heads and began to sob softly.

These disciples who took refuge in Jianzhong are basically the youngest generation in each blessed land, like Mu Ningshuang of Zhuque Pavilion and Gongsun Yu of Shuiyueju are all here.

These disciples who are willing to stay under the coercion of the Immortal Mansion undoubtedly have deep feelings for Qiushui, so now that they see Qiushui suffering, they can only sit here and do nothing, why do they dare not come? Aggrieved?
What's more, in the battle just now, more than a dozen "foreigners" joined suddenly, causing heavy casualties to their masters and uncles defending on the periphery, and making these disciples who had seen a little hope suddenly fall into the abyss and die defending the city Most of these people are senior elders who are highly respected in various places.

"Let's get out, we'd rather die in battle than watch them die for me!"

"My master is dead, and my senior brother is also dead, how can I live like this?"

"Let's get out!"

Watching their teachers and uncles fall in the virtual image, some disciples really couldn't sit like this anymore, and they all shouted loudly with a determined face.

They shouted at Song Shuwen, Ji Zhen and others standing on the altar in the north of Jianzhong.

"Shut up for me!"

The always gentle Song Shuwen suddenly lost his temper.

His voice exploded in the ears of everyone below like thunder.

"How selfish and ridiculous you are looking for death and making trouble like this, such childish actions!"

He pointed loudly at the bottom and yelled at his disciples to question him.

"We are willing to die for Qiushui, this is righteousness! Why are you so naive and just say it? The acting head really chills people's hearts!"

Someone retorted angrily.

"Are you a disciple of Zhuquanju?"

Song Shuwen glanced at the disciple and continued:
"Your Master Deyun Layman traded his life for a glimmer of life, but you don't cherish it, but you just treat him as a meager existence, and you talk nonsense about willing to die, such a naive act, how can it not be ridiculous, how can it not be considered selfish ? Your master’s sacrifice is a great righteousness. If you go to die this time, you can only be regarded as ignorant and stupid!”

His voice resounded in the small valley of the Sword Tomb.

"you……"

"never mind."

Just when Song Shuwen wanted to say something more, an old man suddenly interrupted him.

This old man is none other than Sun Wumou.

Although the young disciples below didn't know Sun Wumou, after seeing him directly interrupting Song Shuwen's words, Song Shuwen not only didn't feel annoyed but respectful, he couldn't help but became curious about the identity of the old man.

"Qiu Shui established the sect for thousands of years, and this is not the first time I have encountered this situation. I am like you, this life was also given by my master, just remember this kindness."

Sun Wumou casually glanced at the group of disciples under his eyes and said.

Sun Wumou said these words very calmly, but the disciples below heard the anger and commotion.

"That's what I said, but I don't know if we can survive today or not."

But when the uproar gradually died down, whoever said this in a low voice of frustration.

Although the voice was small, it expressed the hearts of many people. Although there were many elders desperately resisting, the Heavenly Punishment Formation was hanging above their heads. This silent sword mound was extremely ear-piercing.

However, these words were more dissatisfied by most of the disciples, and it was really inappropriate to say such frustrating words when the bones of the comrades were still cold.

"You can rest assured."

And when everyone was looking for who said this in the crowd, Sun Wumou spoke again.

"We old guys will definitely let you get through today. You only need to do one thing today, and that is to remember the shame of Qiushui today, the hatred of Qiushui today, and in the coming day, please come back and take away the shame of today. Give it back a thousandfold."

I saw him continue.

Sun Wumou's voice was not loud all the time, but every word he said made the hearts of the disciples tremble.

Looking at the old man on the stage who seemed to be dying, the faces of the disciples who were worried about whether they would survive today suddenly felt burning. How could they not feel ashamed to be protected by a group of fallen old people?
At the same time, the disciples of Qiushui who were just looking at Sun Wumou suddenly found that there were many old people on the altar of Jianzhong, not only that, but more and more "strange" old people came to Jianzhong, Then follow the steps of the altar to the tall and wide altar.

Although most of these old people were hunched over and had gray hair, but upon closer inspection, each of these old people's eyes were sharper, and a few of them were even more terrifying.

These old men, who clearly had no cultivation, suddenly shocked the young disciples sitting below, and they stood up unconsciously.

"When did so many old men come to our Qiushui?"

They were both startled and surprised.

……

"Old Sun has learned what he said just now."

Song Shuwen stood in front of Sun Wumou with an unusually respectful expression.

"It's nothing."

Sun Wumou shook his head with a smile.

After speaking, he turned his head and glanced at Qian Chaosheng, who was greeting a group of old people who were walking up to the altar, and then looked up at the virtual image above his head.

"It's really hard, Mr. Big."

Seeing a virtual image of Mr. Da alone guarding the courtyard gate, Sun Wumou sighed.

"There's also Old Yang from Baiyun Temple."

Song Shuwen looked at the virtual image projecting the scene of Yanchao Pass and said gratefully:
"He is the most qualified to leave here, but I didn't expect him to help us keep Qiushui until now."

"Waiting for a stick of incense, they only need a stick of incense, and they can withdraw it, and then leave it to us gangsters."

Sun Wumou patted Song Shuwen on the shoulder and said.

"Ah."

Song Shuwen didn't look at Sun Wumou, just nodded silently like a child.

"Then, what is that?! Why is there another virtual image!"

Suddenly, exclamations erupted from the disciples in the audience.

"Is that the third child of Baiyun Temple? Why is the third child of Baiyun Temple there?"

(End of this chapter)