My cultivation script went astray

"Perhaps, you feel that this is unfair to them, but if you think about it again, if the sect does not do this, it will inevitably lead to a large-scale invasion with the Pingtian Sect.

At that time, it will not only affect you and me, but also the safety of the backbone of the sect. If this area is not guarded by the Tianjian Sect, there will be bloodshed and corpses lying hundreds of miles away. Who will protect them at that time? Is this fair to thousands of ordinary people? "

Murong Jing pointed at the foot of the mountain again. Since Chen Lang disappeared, they gathered a large group of people and marched everywhere to protest. Parades were seen from time to time. The speech elder worked hard, but he could not control the mouth of the entire sect.

"Do you think their blood can be used to protect the sect? Protect the common people?

Don't forget, it was this group of people who protested against Chen Lang yesterday, and it's the same group of people who are backing him today. I don't think this is passionate justice, I just think it's extremely stupid.

A person should not be black and white, and vent his emotions loudly when he doesn't understand something. It will only become a tool for others to use. He should delve into the reasons behind it and think about the interests involved. They don't even think about this. If they don't have the ability, how can they be expected to protect the sect? "

Although she couldn't understand why Chen Lang went to the outer sect to save those disciples, there must be some benefit. How could a person who could get into so many troubles and still be safe and sound be really insane?

She had good reason to suspect that the restlessness of these disciples was part of Chen Lang's plan, such as helping him restore his reputation or something.

Murong Jing kept whispering, as if she was afraid that some people would hear her, and that Su Qingchan wouldn't be able to hear her.

"Are you afraid that I will tell the truth when you talk so much?" Su Qingchan asked.

Murong Jing shook her head, "There is no point in speaking out. It will only bring infamy to your fellow sects and make those outer sects who have been sacrificed or about to be sacrificed more painful, but it will not change any outcome."

Su Qingchan smiled lightly, "Infamy? What kind of infamy? What does this have to do with me?"

This made Murong Jing's heart tremble, but she still couldn't persuade her? She came here today really to stabilize Su Qingchan and not to tell those things, otherwise the impact would be very bad.

But from this smile, she felt that Su Qingchan was becoming more and more like Chen Lang. These words sounded so familiar.

The new disciples have never experienced anything, so they are just as stupid and short-sighted as they are.

"Then you should think about the power behind you, your family."

Murong Jing's tone suddenly became cold, "Is it easy for them to train you so hard? They paid countless salaries, climbed up various connections, and sent you to the sect for what?

It is just so that you can have a good place, be successful in cultivation, and contribute to your family. If many years later, you become a sect elder, a master of pill formation, and protect the younger generations of the same clan, this is their greatest wish.

But if you don't focus on yourself now, you support a group of people who have nothing to do with you, just for that ridiculous morality, and harm your own future, it will only cause pain to your loved ones and happiness to your enemies. Don't you think this is a betrayal of your tribe? with harm? "

"You are right. It is natural for inner disciples to protect their own family interests." Su Qingchan nodded. She had seen many of them.

Murong Jing's eyes moved slightly and her attitude softened a lot, "Right or wrong doesn't matter. I just hope you can think about it seriously. It's not that difficult to think about this matter."

"But we are different." Su Qingchan said again.

"What's the difference?"

Su Qingchan sighed softly, "But I don't have that kind of family to protect."

Isn’t it clear that she still doesn’t understand her own identity? There is no family interest, except that the only monk he has is the old priest he once invited, the only family property is a village, and the only relationship is bought with money.

Dad just wants her to live a good life. She has to be talented in nurturing her family, contributing to her family, and sheltering her children.

Maybe she once had it, but since she entered the sect, she no longer has it.

To put it more clearly, she is now more like the disciples of the outer sect with no background, rather than the inner disciples who are involved in various clan forces. The peak master said so much, but he was actually just telling her——

She is just a poor outer disciple who is no one wants and tries hard to pretend to be an inner disciple.

Even if Chen Lang is seriously ill, it will not be her turn to object to this matter. That would be betraying herself.

"I'm tired, go back and rest for a while.

Peak Master, you don’t have to worry. I have no interest in publicizing this kind of thing to the outside world, but I hope you won’t tell me this in the future. It’s meaningless. "

Su Qingchan stood up and left. She felt very tired. Today she felt a kind of estrangement, which was much bigger than the conflict between her and Chen Lang. It was as big as--

They should stand together.

Murong Jing stared at Su Qingchan's back with twinkling eyes.

…

Chen Lang was blocked again.

When they were just teleported to the gate and ready to leave, a huge golden font fell from the sky, turned into fluorescence, and blocked the surrounding area.

Chen Lang's eyes moved slightly. Of course he knew who was making the move.

The southern leader was very calm this time, nodded and commented: "Your master still cares about you."

In less than half a day, he had experienced numerous shocks, and now he felt extremely powerful.

Do you think I'm that easy to handle? Then you've got a soft persimmon on your hands.

He stopped and didn't resist at all, it would be of no use anyway.

Then, the flame mark between Chen Lang's eyebrows glowed slightly, and blood ripples appeared again.

The barrier that blocked them had cracks, like glass about to break, but then another golden character came to suppress it and repaired the ripples.

The flame mark dimmed for a moment, and suddenly it was like a fully opened eye, shining suddenly and continuously.

Rumble.

The sky gradually darkened, and the ground was covered with a faint blood light. The sun was at its peak, but it could not dispel this faint darkness.

The strong men from all sides could sense it and easily recognized that this was the domain of the Lord of Ten Thousand Souls. Was he about to descend?

Silently, a figure appeared above the gate. It was Zhong Haoran.

He held the brush in his hand and waved his hand again. Several golden characters were branded on the barrier, like a candlelight in the dark world, shining continuously.

"Chen Lang has already surrendered to my Pingtian Sect. Are you determined to stop him?"

The Southern Sect Leader looked up, "My Pingtian Sect only came back to visit him at his request. We don't want to get involved. But fellow Daoist insisted on doing so. Aren't you afraid that the Queen will come and start a war at your doorstep?"

"You can try."

Zhong Haoran was very indifferent and ignored him. Then he stretched out his brush and pointed it directly at Chen Lang's forehead, trying to erase the flame mark.

Soon, he failed.

The mark was bright and shook the brush back.

But Zhong Haoran continued for the second time. He was almost at the Nascent Soul stage, and the gap with the real Nascent Soul cultivator was not that big. He could feel the strength of the mark being weakened. There was a chance of success after repeated attempts.

The second time, he failed again.

However, the Queen did not appear either, but the blood color around her was thicker and the light was darker.

"Are you scared?"

Zhong Haoran was very calm and indifferent. He ignored the soul pressure coming towards him. "Today I want to see who is bluffing."

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