Hang up from apprentice Li Mochou

Chapter 109 I beg the master to let the disciple go down the mountain (please subscribe)

Following Huo Du's loud shout, Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji, Guo Jing and others filed out of the Chongyang Palace.

When he saw the scene of blood flowing in front of him, even with the experience of the Quanzhen Seventh Son, his face could not help but change slightly.

They never expected that after just a moment of stalemate with the enemy in the palace, there would be corpses strewn all over the field outside the palace, with corpses and broken arms piled up in mountains, and the ground dyed red with blood.

Such a tragic scene made everyone's scalp tingle, especially those Quanzhen disciples who acted in an orderly manner, putting out the fire, saving people, and blocking the mountain road.

There was even a Beidou formation that surrounded Huo Du, Dalba and others in front of the temple.

It can be said that as long as the head teacher gives an order, even if the enemy has three heads and six arms, it is impossible to escape.

Although the enemy had more than a dozen masters besides Huo Du and Dalba, with Guo Jing by his side, these people were nothing to worry about.

Ma Yu looked at Huo Du and Dalba in the field, but in the end he just sighed and said nothing.

Qiu Chuji looked a little ugly, but he still said: "Get out of the way and let them go."

As soon as these words came out, all the disciples immediately changed their expressions and started fighting in a bloody battle. It was about to be completed and all the invading enemies were killed.

At this time, you want to let the enemy leader go?
Before Lu Nianchou opened his mouth to speak, the dozen or so third-generation disciples under Qiu Chuji's sect suddenly changed their colors, and exclaimed in disbelief, "Master?"

Li Zhichang stood up with his sword in his arms and said loudly: "Master, these people came up the mountain, burned, killed and looted. Many of our brothers were killed by them. How can we let them go?"

"Yes, Master!"

"I also ask Master to accept the order."

"Kill them!"

The crowd was full of emotions, and all the disciples were extremely unwilling.

Today, they fought side by side, regardless of life and death, and achieved such results. Now with blood boiling and murderous intent rushing into their heads, how could they let the enemy go like this?

"Insolent! Do you want to disobey the teacher's order?" Qiu Chuji's eyes flashed with a trace of intolerance and helplessness, but his tone became more severe, and he angrily said: "Do you still have any rules?"

The Quanzhen Sect disciples present were silent, many of them gritted their teeth, and the fingers holding their swords turned white. A depressing atmosphere enveloped the scene, making it almost suffocating.

"Hahaha, the Quanzhen Sect really has strict rules. Master Qiu is highly virtuous and respected. No one dares to violate his word."

"Xiao Wang admires, admires."

Huo Du opened the folding fan in his hand with a snap, and said with a chuckle: "There are a lot of troubles today, I'll take my leave first."

After saying that, he waved his sleeves and shouted: "Withdraw!"

However, those Quanzhen sect disciples formed a sword formation, their eyes almost burst into flames, and none of them moved at all.

The Jianghu people brought by Huo Du had just been killed and were frightened out of their courage. Seeing the cold blade in front of them, many Quanzhen disciples glared angrily with murderous intent and did not dare to approach them at all.

Huo Dou suddenly hit the folding fan in his palm, making a crisp sound. He turned around, narrowed his eyes slightly, with a cold light in his pupils, and said in a threatening tone: "What? It's Zhenren Qiu who is in this Quanzhen Sect." Are your words not kept? Or do you want to go back on your word and leave us all here?"

Qiu Chuji took a deep breath, shouted loudly, and exploded in the sky like thunder.

"Get out of the way!"

His expression was cold and hard, and his words seemed to contain endless anger, "If you still consider yourself to be Quanzhen Cult disciples, please get out of my way."

The Quanzhen Sect has strict etiquette and strict rules of sect and the inheritance of master and apprentice. Normally, no disciple would dare to disobey the elders in this way.

It's just that today's bloody battle, with a murderous aura rushing to the top, and a bad breath stuck in the chest, can't be vomited out quickly, so I am unwilling to retreat.

At this time, Qiu Chuji was completely furious, and they suddenly came to their senses.

No matter how unwilling they are, they dare not not retreat in the face of such serious words, and they cannot help but retreat.

All the people were filled with grief and indignation, obviously wishing to kill the enemy with a sword, but at this moment they could only give way.

"Humph!"

Seeing this, Huo Dou sneered and said, "Fellow gentlemen, we will see you later."

After saying that, he stepped forward, ignoring the eyes of the Quanzhen disciples on both sides that were full of anger and murderous intent, and walked down the mountain step by step.

But the people in the world behind him were not so courageous. Under the gaze of many Quanzhen disciples, they were all frightened and broke into cold sweats.

When they walked out of the encirclement, many people's legs became weak and they almost fell to the ground.

Every time, Huo Du and his group walked away, leaving only the bones on the ground and the scorched earth burned by the fire.

Watching the enemy leave, all the Quanzhen Sect disciples almost felt their chests were constricted and blood was almost spurting out. How could anyone accept such an ending?
Ma Yu sighed, as if he had become much older, "Let's all disperse. Let's put out the fire first, collect the bones, and treat the injured disciples."

After that, he slowly turned around, but the figure looked much more rickety and desolate.

After all, the Quanzhen Sect was under the rule of the Mongols, and people had to bow their heads under the roof.

If it weren't for Qiu Chuji's relationship with Genghis Khan Temujin, and the fact that the Seven Sons of Quanzhen had an inseparable relationship with Mongolian dignitaries, it would have been impossible for them to maintain such a detached attitude in the north.

This time Jinlun Dharma King held a grand meeting in Dadu, and only Quanzhen Sect could turn a blind eye. This is the confidence.

But once there is a complete falling out with the Mongols, the collapse of the sect is not far away.

Both Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji understood the truth of this very well.Those young disciples may think that the Quanzhen Sect is a prestigious and upright sect that can be arrogant and superior to others.

But only those at the helm of the Quanzhen Sect know that the sect has been in turmoil over the years, and every step has been like walking on a knife's edge, making people tremble and walking on thin ice, and the inheritance of the ancestor has been cut off.

In this process, it has become normal to be ashamed and humiliated, and even to abandon some things.

Otherwise, how can Quanzhen Sect be as prosperous as it is today?
"As long as it can expand our Quanzhen Taoism, what does it mean to be a little humiliated?"

Ma Yu's figure gradually disappeared into the Chongyang Palace, leaving only a mess.

At this moment, there was a clear and clear laughter.

"Master Qiu, now we have listened to the order from the sect and let the enemy come down the mountain, but..."

Almost everyone looked towards the place where the sound came from.

I saw a figure covered in blood from head to toe standing out from the formation.

He ignored the public gaze and casually took off his bloody robe, revealing his strong upper body and bronzed skin, with only his lower body still wearing black trousers.

"Disciple Lu Ying has taken off his Taoist robe. I beg Master to let this disciple go down the mountain."

"Life or death, grievances and hatreds have nothing to do with the sect!"

When Qiu Chuji heard this, he couldn't help being startled and looked at him.

"Lu Ying, that disciple of Li Zhihua?"

He instantly remembered the scene where he saw this young man defeat his disciple Li Zhichang in the martial arts field a few days ago with a fierce sword formation.

"It's my disciple." Lu Nianchou replied.

Qiu Chuji suddenly felt a love for talents and angrily shouted: "This is nonsense, what can one person do?"

"If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will drive you down the mountain to repair the blame."

"Get out of here quickly."

However, Lu Nianchou bowed three times, stood up, and said with a long smile: "A man has his own things to do and things he doesn't do. If the master really wants to expel me from the school, my disciple will admit it."

After saying that, he grabbed the sword and turned around to leave.

At this moment, several figures silently walked out of the Beidou Formation.

They took off their Taoist robes, knelt on the ground, kowtowed and said, "I beg you, Master, to let this disciple go down the mountain."

Lu Nianchou's body was slightly startled, she turned her head to look around, and saw no more, no less, exactly six people came out.

There was a rush of warm blood in his heart. How could he not know that this was the support of his fellow disciples?
"You...you..." Qiu Chuji was furious, and shouted angrily, "Are you all rebellious?"

Wang Chuyi, who was beside him, even scolded him sternly: "Get back here, if you dare to disobey me again, you will be punished according to the sect's rules."

Among the six people, one was his disciple Cui Zhifang. He kowtowed and said, "Master, this disciple is unfilial and goes against your expectations."

"It's just that two of my disciples were killed by them, and they died in front of me."

His eyes were red, and he hummed: "If I can't avenge this, I'm afraid they will die in peace."

After that, he bowed three more times, stood up, turned around and left.

The other five people also kowtowed, then turned and walked towards Lu Nianchou without saying a word.

Lu Nianchou looked at Qiu Chuji, then at the Quanzhen Sect disciples present, and finally his eyes fell on the six people who were coming with their bare arms and swords in hand.

For the first time, he felt that it made sense for the Quanzhen Sect to spread to later generations and become so famous in this world.

Although there are good and bad in the school, there is no shortage of talents, and the talents can be passed down for thousands of years.

He threw away all distracting thoughts, roared loudly, turned around and walked, singing loudly.

"Seven swords are coming to Zhongnan. I swear I won't return them until I kill the enemy chieftain!"

"Hahaha!"

"Happy! Happy! Happy!"

The seven people looked at each other, laughed loudly, sang with their swords in hand, and soon disappeared before everyone's eyes.

Only the hearty and uninhibited laughter was left, echoing in the ears of all the Quanzhen disciples.

"This is my Quanzhen disciple, this is the proud man of my Han family!"

"What a pity! What a pity!"

Qiu Chuji only felt grief and anger in his heart. He wanted to vent his anger, but he couldn't find a place to vent it. The blood in his chest was boiling, and his mouth was filled with the smell of blood. He could only watch them leave.

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