The Legend of Immortal Court

Chapter 10 Northern Gu Dao
north.

The mountains are dry and silent, and the wilderness is dark.

Inside the cliff, there is a hidden sect.

Between the sects, in the quiet room, I saw a person sitting cross-legged, wearing a black robe, about sixty years old, practicing self-improvement, breathing slowly.

His breath is cold, making the quiet room cold, which is exactly the vision shown by the profoundness of Taoism.

At this moment, the master's eyebrows twitched, as if he was controlling something.

After a while, the old master suddenly opened his eyes, with a cold and stern face, and his face was ferocious, he shouted sharply: "Young man! How dare you distract me!"

After the words fell, his face paled instantly.

With a puff.

The old man in black robe spit out a mouthful of blood and spilled it on the ground.

He only felt his eyes go dark, and he lay down on his back.

In the quiet room, there was a moment of silence.

After an unknown amount of time, a voice suddenly came from outside the door, the voice was like a child's, and said respectfully: "Elder, the suzerain is here to visit."

There was no answer in the quiet room.

The boy outside the door asked again.

There was still no answer in the quiet room.

The boy was vaguely worried, he opened the stone door cautiously, only to see the scene inside, his face paled in shock, and then his face turned ashen.

On the stone bed, the black-robed old man was lying on his back, his breathing was weak, and his vitality gradually dissipated.

And under the ground in front of him, the blood has almost congealed.

"Elder..."

The boy rushed forward, horrified to the extreme.

……

About half an hour.

There is already one more person in the quiet room.

This person looks like a middle-aged man, with the air of a Confucian scholar, but his expression is indifferent, he looked down for a moment, and said: "Elder Luo was cut off by someone and distracted. gone."

The boy was trembling and bowed down, not daring to speak.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar closed his eyes slightly, and understood in his heart that this Elder Luo has damaged the Yin God. Whether he can wake up in the future is still uncertain. Even if he can wake up, his sanity will definitely not be as comprehensive as before. There are bound to be some regrets in his temperament and behavior, after all, he lacks a ray of spirit.

It's just, which part of the soul does the missing ray of soul belong to?And which aspect does it represent?

"Elder Luo has been a master for 60 years, and his accumulation is profound, even more than this seat."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar said: "His yin and spirit accumulation is deep enough to be differentiated, even if he encounters a strong enemy, he will not be completely destroyed, but because of the division, he will become weak and easily damaged... This seat has already explained to him, don't be too Relying on the Nine God Butterflies, he refused to listen, and instead bestowed the Nine God Butterflies on his disciples, he didn't expect to lose most of his life today."

As he said that, the middle-aged Confucian scholar shook his head slightly, and said, "Even if he can wake up in the future, in the best case, he will lose more than [-]% of his morality, and even cut off his hope of reaching a higher level of cultivation."

The boy said tremblingly: "There are nine butterflies in total, but one was damaged, how could it be so seriously injured?"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar glanced at him, and said indifferently: "As a Taoist disciple, you are not a cultivator, but a martial arts practitioner. Among the Taoist disciples, martial arts are also considered beginners. This seat asks you, how can you learn martial arts?" With your ability, how many ordinary disciples can you deal with?"

The boy lowered his head slightly, and said: "It's not difficult to fight ten against one."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar said indifferently: "I cut off your arm, how much ability do you have left?"

The boy was stunned for a moment, and said in a low voice: "My disciple practices martial arts, his moves are coherent, and if he is missing an arm, there is no one in ten."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar said: "You weigh a hundred catties, how many catties will I have if I cut off your arm? Your martial arts skills are worthless..."

When the boy heard the words, he suddenly realized, but the expression on his face became more and more ugly.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar calmly said: "You weigh a hundred catties, and if I take a piece of your viscera, will you survive?"

The boy's heart trembled, he quickly bowed down, and said: "The disciple's morality is shallow, and he can't survive."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar stood with his hands behind his back, and said, "Elder Luo's loss of a soul is more serious than loss of an arm. If only [-]% of his cultivation is lost, it is the best situation I can guess. And you as a Dao protector disciple, guard the place where he retreats, I don’t know that he is so seriously injured that he deserves to be executed, but the matter is in the Middle Earth and has little to do with you, I will not take your life, but only cut off your arm, do you have anything to say?"

The boy said tremblingly, "I have nothing to say."

A cold light flickered past.

One arm landed.

Blood stained half of his body.

The boy's face was pale, his eyes dimmed, and he kept trembling, but he didn't dare to shout.

"With a broken arm and lack of force, you are not worthy to be a boy in the Protector's Pavilion. Go and be a disciple in front of the palace."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar waved his hand.

If the boy met amnesty, he endured the severe pain, kowtowed tremblingly and said, "Thank you, suzerain."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar ignored him, but looked at Elder Luo who was lying on the stone bed, shook his head slightly, and said: "You are always so careless, and you have suffered a big loss today, so what will happen to you in the future?"

As he said that, the middle-aged man looked towards the south, his eyes narrowed slightly, and said: "Being able to kill the master Yin God, this person's morality is probably higher than that of Elder Luo, especially better than me."

"Yin Jiu went here, who did he provoke?"

"With Yin Jiu's skills, how could he provoke such a profound figure?"

"No matter what, the elders of this sect have suffered such a great injury, which cannot be ignored. I'd better go to the Middle Earth myself to find out the truth."

Following the words, the middle-aged Confucian scholar came to Elder Luo and said: "You are kind to me, and I will go to the Middle Earth for you in seven days. It would be best if I can seek justice for you. You don’t have to blame me for your profound morality.”

The words fell, and the quiet room fell silent.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar closed his eyes slightly.

There is another kind of person who can kill the master's yin spirit besides those with profound Taoism.

That is the treasure!
A strange treasure that can kill the soul!
The foundation of this sect is Gu Dao and Soul Dao, these two are the most important.

Being able to cut the soul treasure is what our sect fears the most.

He opened his eyes, which were full of complicated meanings.

Both fear and expectation.

"If it's a person with advanced morality, I will go and inquire about it for a while, and then I will come back immediately and not touch him."

"And if it's really such a treasure, if I'm lucky enough to get it, I can intimidate the whole sect and subdue the main line, not just the suzerain of this branch."

……

Middle Earth.

Luoyue County.

The morning light is clear and the air is fresh.

It's just that the courtyard is still in a mess, which is shocking.

Qingping comforted the surrounding people, and Song Lao also showed up a little, suppressing everyone's doubts.

What happened last night was explained to the outside world, and it was only said that the god of thunder showed his might, killed the demons, cleared away the demon atmosphere, and restored the surrounding area to a clean place.

Although the appearance of Thunder God Tianzun is a bit illusory to everyone, Song Lao has always been miraculous, which is enough to convince everyone.

"The turmoil of this matter is temporarily suspended. In the afternoon, you will find Mr. Fang, the county magistrate, and I will discuss it with him. As for the mess, we will clean it up tomorrow."

After a pause, Elder Song sighed: "That kid named Su Ting, go and have a look."

Hearing this, Qingping's heart sank a little. He was not familiar with Su Ting, nor could he talk about friendship, but after all, he was a young man with little knowledge, and he had complicated meanings about life and death.

Su Ting, in front of his eyes yesterday, was still a living person.

Now the night has passed, the soul is empty, the body is worrying, and I am only a living dead.

Full of emotion and regret, Qing Ping headed towards Su Ting's room.

Coming here, Qing calmed down for a while, finally sighed, and moved forward with both hands, about to push open the door.

Suddenly there was a soft sound.

The door opens from the inside.

The person in the room opened the door and said with a smile, "Brother Qingping, why are you here?"

Qingping remained silent, watching Su Ting quietly.

For some reason, Su Ting suddenly felt that his eyes were very strange.

It's so weird that it makes people feel a little restless.

Why does this guy's eyes seem...as if he saw a ghost?
(End of this chapter)