In the face of Wuchen's questioning, Ziyi Zhenren did not hide it, and said what happened in Longhu Mountain, but his reasons are also very sufficient, although the Taoists are in the same vein, they have long been clearly distinguished, the Wudang faction is the Wudang faction, and there is no need to look at the face of Longhu Mountain, nor does it need to look at anyone's face, and the existence of the Dao Order should not restrain them, the Taoist sects that have been divided. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Of course, Zi Yi also said, this is the above meaning, if he does not cooperate, the Wudang faction will also suffer the same fate, and in the face of the threat of those powerful forces above the temple, he has no choice to make.

"I understand. ”

After Ziyi Zhenren finished saying his reason, Wuchen and Wuzhen were angry and helpless, and they felt a little shameless in the face of Zhang Wenqing. Unexpectedly, before they could speak, Zhang Wenqing spoke first, and he said that he understood.

Wuchen and Wuxuan, as well as a group of Wudang sect masters, all looked at Zhang Wenqing in surprise, not understanding what he meant when he said that he understood.

Zhang Wenqing said calmly: "Everyone has their own choices, and everyone's lifestyle and choice methods are different, so I can understand the choices made by your Wudang faction, Lushan faction, and Qingcheng Mountain." ”

"I understand, but that doesn't mean I agree with you. We are all adults, and we have already thought about the consequences of every important choice we make, so we should all know what the consequences should be from the moment we make the choice. You failed to kill me in the battle of Dragon and Tiger Mountain, and now you should bear the consequences of your choice, this world is very fair. Zhang Wenqing continued.

Reason is this principle, very simple truth.

When children do something wrong, adults will teach them to correct their mistakes, and they will have to bear the consequences of doing the wrong thing, which is punishment.

It's the same if adults do something wrong.

As long as the wrong thing is not a big thing and does not constitute a crime, it can be corrected, while the adult who does something wrong, whether it is a big or small thing, has to pay for his actions and choices and bear the consequences.

Zhang Wenqing understands the choice made by Ziyi Zhenren, but it does not mean that he agrees with the choice of the place, and as a victim of Ziyi Zhenren's choice, it makes sense for him to take revenge now, and he also has his reasons.

"Besides, is there no other solution?" Zi Yi Zhenren seemed to have made a big decision, looked at Zhang Wenqing and asked.

Zhang Wenqing said calmly: "In the battle of Longhu Mountain, Zhengyi suffered heavy losses, and the people of Maoshan Dao and Quanzhen Dao also suffered a lot of casualties, they can't die in vain." ”

Zhang Wenqing said, looking at Ziyi Zhenren: "The lives of the disciples of the Wudang Sect are fate, and their lives are not fate?"

Ziyi Zhenren may really regret it, or because of the current situation, he is in a dilemma.

A purple-character master looked furious, only felt extremely ashamed, and said loudly: Senior brother in charge, two senior uncles, what are you talking so much nonsense with this thief, are we Wudang still afraid of this person? Everyone went up together and did their best to kill him. ”

Zhang Wenqing moved down, drew his sword and drew his sword, and his movements were like flowing water, all in one go.

Wuchen's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly stabbed out with a sword from the side, but this sword was not stabbed at Zhang Wenqing's body, but at Zhang Wenqing's sword.

Zhang Wenqing's left hand also moved, and the scabbard swept over, blocking the sword that Wuchen stabbed horizontally, and the sword he stabbed out himself still tore through the void like a long rainbow through the moon, and appeared in front of the purple-character Wudang sect master who spoke at an astonishing speed.

In the face of Zhang Wenqing's sword, Wuchen reacted, but was blocked by Zhang Wenqing, and the purple character master who was attacked by Zhang Wenqing only felt an unprecedented fear and horror.

The sword light flashed, and the throat had been torn open by the sharp blade, and a red wound appeared.

Kill one person with one sword, this is Zhang Wenqing's sword, born to kill!

For more than ten years, Zhang Wenqing's sword has not been seen in the rivers and lakes, and Zhang Wenqing's sword has been forgotten. Today, more than ten years later, Zhang Wenqing carries a sword with him, his sword is one of the fastest swords in the world, and there are not many people who can stop his sword.

Even in the face of Wuchen's interference, Zhang Wenqing's sword stab could still kill a half-step grandmaster's national arts cultivator.

Half-step grandmasters and grandmaster-level Guoshu cultivators, whether they are masters of inner boxing or outer boxing, are real masters. However, for Zhang Wenqing, they are too weak. It's not that the cultivation realm is weak, but the actual combat ability is too weak.

"Tick!"

Blood dripped down from the tip of the sword, and the purple-character Wudang Sect master covered his throat with one hand, his pupils quickly dissipated, and he looked at Zhang Wenqing with a shocked face, extremely frightened.

He knew that he was going to die, but he still couldn't figure it out until he died, he obviously saw Zhang Wenqing take out the sword, and he obviously saw the sword coming towards his throat, but why couldn't he avoid it?

The body's reaction speed can't keep up with the speed of consciousness's recognition.

This feeling of watching the enemy kill you and not being able to do anything about it is the cruelest thing that precedes death.

"Senior Brother Yan!"

"Senior brother!"

Suddenly, the purple character masters were all moved, and they all saved the body of the deceased.

It's just that the person has been pierced through the throat by Zhang Wenqing, even the gods can't save him, I saw him kick his feet a few times, and then he died.

"You!"

"I'm going to kill you!"

"Kill to pay for your life, avenge your junior brother!"

Several purple generation masters drew their swords at the same time, and they were just shocked by the innocent death, but the death of this senior brother Yan deeply stimulated them, because they grew up together and had a deep relationship.

Zhang Wenqing was unmoved, but a domineering killing intent was released from his body, and his eyes became even colder.

He had given the Wudang faction a chance, and he had made the greatest concession, but it was still useless.

This group of Wudang Sect disciples only saw their own people die, but they couldn't see how many others died as a result of the wrong choices they made.

"Jingle Bell!"

The sword light was dazzling, sparks splashed, and several long swords that stabbed at Zhang Wenqing were blocked by Wuchen's sword, and all the purple-character Taoist priests looked shocked and looked at Wuchen incomprehensibly.

"You are not his opponent, even if I join with Senior Brother Wuyu, you are not his opponent. Even if I can hurt him, but since then, my Wudang Sect will have suffered a great loss of vitality, and he will never recover!" Wuchen said slowly.

Wuyu also nodded helplessly and mournfully.

Ziyi Zhenren looked depressed, suddenly put a sword on his neck, looked at Zhang Wenqing and said: "All this is a wrong choice made by me alone, I apologize for my death today, don't embarrass my Wudang faction." ”

Zhang Wenqing squinted at Ziyi Zhenren, and listened to Wuchen and Wuyi and others shouting loudly, telling Ziyi not to do stupid things.

And those Taoist priests of the purple character generation are still shouting loudly for Ziyi Zhenren to give the order to attack, even if they die, the Wudang faction will not be afraid of anyone, and they will also pull Zhang Wenqing to accompany the funeral.

Ziyi was unmoved, he looked at Zhang Wenqing, just waiting for Zhang Wenqing to nod.

Zhang Wenqing was silent for a moment, and said coldly: "If you die, you can be reduced by ten years." ”

Ziyi Zhenren smiled miserably, but he didn't expect that in Zhang Wenqing's eyes, he was nothing as a dignified real person, and his death could not offset the sin of the Wudang Sect being closed for twenty years, but it could only be reduced by ten years.

It's just that if he doesn't agree, Wudang Mountain will suffer a huge catastrophe today, and he will never recover, and he, as a contemporary real person in charge, has single-handedly brought the Wudang faction to this desperate situation, and he has no shame to live anymore.

"Words count!" Zi Yi Zhenren smiled miserably, the blade of the sword moved, the neck opened, and the blood flew in the void like a bright satin.

Zhang Wenqing didn't even look at it, turned around and walked out of the Zhenwu Hall, and disappeared into the cold wind and night...... (To be continued.) )