The sin of the sect

立 (rì).

The group left Motie County, followed the ancient road, bathed in the west wind, stepped on horses and whips, and whistled past.

In the eyes of Blood Xiyan, there was a different kind of light jumping.

At this moment,

"The sin of the sect!"

"Burning books and pit Confucianism, inheritance and breaking generations... One ruin after another, actually, it's—"

"High up, rule everything!"

"Let everyone be mortal. Only they are invulnerable, calling for wind and rain, this is not God, what is God?"

"But if the country is weak, it will become a vassal and slave of the sect, and the emperor is like a clown. ”

Xue Xiyan looked at Jiang Ge and smiled suddenly: "That's why there is a country, abide by the ancestors' teachings, abide by the rules of the people, and govern the world." ”

"But there will always be people who will be unwilling and will resist. Jiang Ge frowned and said, "The martial soul is born from the blood and bones. ”

It's a pity that they can't become gods in this life, so they cherish themselves, ignore the world, and let the world become mortal. From then on, there is a difference between high and low, and there is a difference in expensive (jiàn), forming an eternal rule. ”

Xue Xiyan's voice was a little heavy, with an indescribable meaning, and said, "Therefore, they also have to become gods." ”

"For the sect believes in God. ”

"Why?" asked this time, it was Zhu Xia, who had never had a sense of existence.

"That is the so-called chosen person, as soon as he is born, he will be taken away by the sect, and he will never ask about the world, and he will not know his relatives and friends. Blood Xiyan said.

"But there are always talented people who are born to awaken martial spirits. Feitian Xue was very puzzled.

Xue Xiyan shook his head and said: "Ancestors, generations, if you don't ask about martial arts and don't practice martial arts, this martial soul is equivalent to nothing." ”

"Everyone has a martial soul, it doesn't mean that everyone can awaken a martial soul. ”

"But everyone has a martial soul, except for the waste martial soul..."Ino He was halfway through speaking, glanced at Jiang Ge, and quickly closed his mouth.

"Within the territory governed by the sect, a warrior is not called a warrior, but is called a chosen one, a god-given person. The methods and tips of martial cultivation can only be obtained by disciples of the sect. ”

"Dayu Sect... Because of that person, it's different from most sects. ”

When Xue Xiyan heard this, she suddenly felt that the apples in her hand were not sweet, and sighed for the first time:

"This is the difference between the sect and the country. ”

Why did you become a god?

Isn't this just an ordinary martial artist?

Flying cornices and walls, invulnerable?

Hearing this, everyone present was stunned.

"It's horrible, it's horrible..."

"They are like gods, and we and the people dare not resist. What God wants, we can only give. ”

"Those bandits, all of them have great powers, they can fly on the eaves and walk on the wall, they can be invulnerable, they are like gods!"

"And—" The old shopkeeper trembled with fright as he spoke, and said in a trembling voice, "You may not believe it!"

But in recent months, a group of robbers have suddenly come to this neighborhood, and they are all evil, making the chickens and dogs restless.

The original people of Xiaoding Village were simple and simple, and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment.

The village is located near the Yuding Mountain Range, hence the name Xiaoding Village.

The old shopkeeper politely asked everyone to sit down, and then lowered his voice and told everyone everything that happened in the village.

"You may be seated. ”

"What do you mean by that?" Jiang Ge asked again.

"Objectively I don't know, we also have to (bī)!"

Seeing the gold coin, the old shopkeeper's eyes lit up again, he hurriedly accepted the gold coin, and then said with a sad face:

Jiang Ge put down a bag of gold coins and asked, "Uncle, what is your qíng?"

The audience in the live broadcast room kept urging.

"Shen Te Hidden Drama (qíng), why don't you say that this old man is a novice village mentor?"

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"Ask the anchor, this may be a hidden drama (qíng)!" The audience [Xiang Yiyun

"What's the situation?" "Curious baby" in the audience.

Seeing the old man's actions, the audience in the live broadcast room slowly typed a question mark.

After a few people entered the house, the old man looked out, and after making sure that there was no one around, he nervously closed the door and locked it.

The old man's eyes lit up, and he jumped out with a "whoosh", pulling and pulling, which is called a (rè) (qíng) hospitality.

"Come on, guest officer, please inside!"

The door to the inn opened.

"Crunch!"

"Lodging, five hundred gold coins per person. Blood Xiyan nibbled on an apple.

"But—" The old man in the crack in the door was still a little hesitant.

Xue Xiyan nodded obediently and said, "We are all honest businessmen. ”

"Are you really merchants?"

Perhaps it was the phrase "money is not a problem" that moved the shopkeeper, and the door of the inn really opened, and an old man's head emerged from the crack in the door:

Maybe it's the sound of blood and sunset, soft and glutinous people and animals are harmless.

"We are merchants passing through this place, and we see that it is getting late, and we have nowhere to live (shēn). Therefore, if you want to stay in your store, money is not a problem, and you hope that the store is convenient. ”

In this regard, Blood Xiyan is not surprised. She approached the wooden door and gradually amplified her voice:

But I tapped and asked for a long time, but no one answered.

Blood Xiyan brushed the green silk, walked to the door of the inn, tapped the door frame lightly with his knuckle bone, and asked if there was anyone inside.

The doors and windows of this inn are also locked, and even the signboard is covered with a black cloth, as if for fear that others will find out that it is an inn.

She directly led a few people, walked through the block, and found an inn.

Blood Xiyan doesn't seem to be a stranger to this, or rather, it's not strange.

Unexpectedly,

Jiang Ge reminded (shēn) next to the blood sunset face.

"The villagers were all hiding in their houses, as if they were afraid of something, which was unusual. ”

Instead of sleeping, they huddled in their homes and did not dare to go out.

Moreover, he could clearly sense the breath of human beings from the village houses. This shows that all the people in the village are hiding in their houses.

Around the village, there are obvious traces of farming.

"Quietly enter the village, don't shoot. Jiang Ge shook his head and said.

The dog's legs look like Zhou Papi who is taking the devil into the village.

"Master Jiang... Brother Jiang, this can't be the legendary Hades Village, right?" Ino He looked at Jiang Ge, his face full of flattery and flattery.

As the only female (xìng) in the light bulb trio, Fei Tianxue asked with curiosity on her face.

"What's the situation in this village? Why can't you even see a single figure?"

Jiang Ge smiled with satisfaction.

Seeing the audience entertaining themselves so hilarious,

"Forgive me for laughing unkindly..."

"Mourning, the landlord goes all the way!"

"Originally, I was about to cry in fright, but when you made such a fuss, I laughed out of my snot bubbles again, and patted the head teacher's shoulder excitedly... Wait, homeroom teacher?"

"牛 (bī), brother!"

"As long as you're bold, Sadako will take maternity leave!"

"I don't dare to go to the toilet anymore, ≥_≤. ”

"Damn, I'm so scared that I'm so peeed in pieces!"

Suddenly, crying dad and mother in the live broadcast room.

The audience [didn't expect it] (yīn) Sen Sen's published a barrage with a strange painting style.

"The son said, 'Daddy, (chuáng) ·

"In order to make him happy, I bowed down (shēn) to check the bottom (chuáng), but I saw another son. ”

"I picked up my son. (chuáng), he said in a trembling voice: Dad, there is someone under (chuáng). ”

"What's that, super thriller live?" the audience [I see, myself in the mirror blinked].

", why are you fat four, anchor, I'm scared to death!"

was so frightened that Jiang Ge laughed at the time, and clicked on the live broadcast room.

Walking on the deserted streets, the sound of footsteps clearly echoed (dàng) in everyone's ears, looking very terrifying.

The whole picture is indescribably weird, like a deserted old village, lifeless.

As far as the eye can see, the houses on both sides of the street are closed with their doors and windows closed, leaving no gaps.

The whole village was darkened and darkened.

The village is not small, large enough to accommodate hundreds of families. But now there are not half pedestrians on the streets, not even a single light.

As soon as they entered the village, they felt that something was wrong.

They all nodded, and then led their horses into the village.

Take more rest and rest, sharpen knives and don't cut wood.

Tomorrow is the Five Sects Martial Arts.

"Have a night's rest. Blood Xiyan stopped at the entrance of the village and turned back to the crowd.

A few people walked through the forest and found a village that was cultivated.

It's getting late.

For example, in front of you.

Especially after approaching the Yuding Mountains for a hundred miles, the small town encountered became more and more empty and barren.

Cities are becoming fewer and fewer, and people are becoming more and more sparse.

The more you go,

The roadside scenery recedes at a rapid pace.

Boom~

Like a female emperor, there is a sound on the ground.

Jiang Ge was stunned.

The audience in the live broadcast room was also stunned.