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Chapter 618 Right and Wrong and Strength and Weakness

"That's why you want to kill them?" Ye Feiming asked with a sneer.

Mo Ping struggled to straighten his waist, not because he didn't want to stand up, but because he was restrained by iron chains, he couldn't stand up.

"Is there any other reason for killing these scumbags?" He struggled to grasp the iron chain tied to his body with both hands, his eyes were full of anger, "It's all your fault, it's all good deeds of your Thunder Pavilion!"

"Wouldn't it be better to let those lowly embryos in the soil kneel down obediently? Teach them how to practice, so that these four districts and thirteen cities, who don't know the dignity, don't respect the temple, and the humble and cowardly ants dare not Accountable to our noble bloodline that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years, or even hundreds of thousands of years!"

"We are divine dragons high above the ground, they are ants buried in the soil! The Creation God Tree created us with the noble divine spring of life, but created them with nothing but debris! Thunder Pavilion, Thunder Pavilion, you messed up! Don’t be afraid of retribution if you follow the law of heaven!” Mo Ping’s voice was thunderous, full of energy, sincere words, and sincere feelings, which immediately won the approval of many spiritual practitioners.

"it is good!"

"Protect Mo is right!"

"Shen Envoy Mo is indeed a member of the tree temple, and his earnest words will definitely make Lei Ting Pavilion ashamed."

"That's right, in the so-called Spiritual Continent, the strong are respected and the weak are humble. If these lowly people from all ages were under our jurisdiction, they would have been killed long ago. This Thunder Pavilion is really as what Protector Mo said. That's right."

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"Brother Lin, why do I feel that what Protector Mo said seems very reasonable?" Ling Xue asked in a daze. After all, in her memory, it was common for the elders of the Ling family to kill the servants of the family. thing.

Lin Zhe didn't answer right away, but turned around and asked Ling Yue: "Yue'er, what do you think?"

Ling Yue looked a little complicated, "Brother Lin, I don't know."

After a pause, she continued: "It's just that I think that if I am in the eyes of that noble Protector Mo, I am afraid that I am also an ant, maybe a bigger ant?"

Lin Zhe took a deep breath, and said in a very deep voice: "Yue'er, Xue'er, remember, this is a world where the strong are respected. In this world, there is no right or wrong, only strong or weak!"

"Here, right or wrong is not important, strength is the most important!" He thought for a while, and added: "If one day right and wrong become important, it can only mean that everyone's strength is not much different. , when personal strength no longer matters, right and wrong become important."

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"Made, every time the fantasy world has a wonderful three views to refresh my cognition, these people are still practicing, one by one, they are more terrifying than the practitioners of the magic way." Wei Xilai shook his shoulders, only feeling I felt goosebumps all over my body.

Han Xin comforted him with a smile and said: "When you have done more tasks and experienced more fantasy worlds, you will not be surprised at all. Also, to correct you, they are not called practitioners, but spiritual practitioners." , very clear about his own position.”

Wei Xilai said cursingly, "Is it true that the system in the world of fantasy and high martial arts is so fucked up, so there is no civilization at all?"

"It's a joke that you respect the strong man? In One Piece, there is a Tianlong man who is respected, and many people resist it from the bottom of their hearts. What's more, such a clear and powerful strong man is respected. This is a naked world of cannibalism. Brother Xun's writing is even more tragic." Ji Lai said with a rather profound insight, he was a bald man, and he exuded a temperament of criticizing literati, which made Wei Xilai admire him, and deeply felt the relationship between himself and the senior old fritters. difference.

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Ye Feiming ignored the boiling noise, but walked up to the disciple who was recording. The latter was trembling with anger on his face, and handed the recorded document to Ye Feiming.

Ye Feiming looked at the document, nodded in satisfaction, picked up the inkstone pen, and walked down slowly. It was almost the end of the trial, and naturally Mo Ping was going to sign it.

Mo Ping didn't even look at Ye Feiming. He listened to the voices of support around him, with a joyful and gratified smile on his face. He turned his head and nodded in all directions. At this moment, he was not fighting alone. !
Seeing so many people supporting him, Mo Ping's confidence increased greatly, and he straightened his back even more, "Pavilion Master Qin, please listen to this envoy's heartfelt words. In accordance with the laws of heaven, this envoy considers that Pavilion Master Qin is a generation of Linghuang, so he does not need to argue with his disciples, but the Pavilion Master should wake up as soon as possible, set things right, reshape the ethos in the sect, and establish a distinction between superiority and inferiority. Let Thunder Pavilion go to perish!"

Qin Sheng sat upright, his face expressionless and he didn't even move his eyes. He seemed to be thinking about something, and seemed to be distracted.

On the seat far away, Cao Zhengyi said quietly, "Pavilion Master Qin, although Protector Mo's words were a little harsh, but what he said is absolutely true, Pavilion Master Qin, think twice."

Qin Sheng remained motionless, as if he hadn't heard it, which made Cao Zhengyi a little embarrassed to come down, and his face became more and more ugly. Sun En had no choice but to smooth things over again, "Elder Cao, forgive me, the presiding judge is Nephew Ye now, I I can't wait to interrupt."

"Hmph!" Cao Zhengyi snorted. There is no respect or inferiority in Thunder Pavilion. Ye Feiming, a junior, makes it difficult for a pavilion master like Qin Sheng to speak.

Ye Feiming didn't seem to care about him, and walked up to Mo Ping with a paper and pen. Mo Ping knelt on the ground, and Ye Feiming handed him the paper and pen, and said lightly: "The trial is over, If you sign and pledge, your trial procedure is considered to be over, otherwise, according to the trial procedure of the Thunder Pavilion, the pavilion master has no right to communicate with you until my presiding trial is over."

Mo Ping snorted with a cold face, and only then did he realize that he had just done useless work, but he also understood that the group of people in Leiting Pavilion had such a bad temper, they had no superiority or inferiority, but respected the rules and regulations of the sect as the standard.

He raised his head, just in time to see Qin Sheng lowering his head slightly, looking at himself, as if he wanted to say something, but because of the rules, he didn't speak.

Mo Ping was overjoyed, and felt that Qin Sheng was probably persuaded by him. As long as he had a conversation with him, he would surely be able to make him realize what justice is, respect and integrity, and then rectify the style of the family and restore orthodoxy.

As long as I can convince the Thunder Pavilion Master to restore the temple's authority in the four districts and thirteen cities, then my position in the temple will probably rise steadily!

Compared with these, it is nothing to suffer so much these days and be judged like this. As long as I have the authority of the temple, everything can be settled slowly!

Thinking of this, Mo Ping couldn't stop feeling hot inside. He smiled kindly at Qin Sheng, then, ignoring the pain, grabbed the case file and pen and read it roughly.

It's okay, Leiting Pavilion's records are quite satisfactory, there are no deviations, let alone random fabrications, all his words are completely recorded word for word.

It's me who is a guardian of the temple, but is recorded as Mo in the Thunder Pavilion, and my surname is not Mo!But these are trivial details after all, Mo Ping didn't care, he picked up a charcoal pen and wrote the word "Mo Ping" neatly.

(End of this chapter)