Chapter 2: Retreat
Under the reflection of the waning moon in the starry sky. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
Two figures stood on the ridge of the roof, opposite each other, only a few feet or so apart.
The middle-aged man in a green robe bowed to the other and said, "Mr. Leng, I've been waiting for you for a long time!" ā
The Holy Sect Elder was dressed in black, and because it was late at night, he couldn't see his face clearly, only a pair of cold eyes shone in the night, and through the heavy black curtain, two chilling rays of light shot out, sharp and ruthless, as if they were not human eyes at all!
No one knows the real name of this Mr. Leng, even if he is in the Holy Sect, he does not hold any position, but he has always been with the sect leader, and he is also a guest and a friend with the sect leader, except for a few important figures in the sect, there are not too many people who know his existence.
I saw that Mr. Leng bowed slightly, and said, "Qingwang, I haven't seen you for many days, don't you come unharmed?" ā
Even such polite words sounded as ruthless as frost in Mr. Leng's mouth.
But Qingwang still smiled and said, "Mr. To's Hongfu, everything is fine!" ā
Mr. Leng immediately continued: "Qingwang Qianli Chuanxun, summoning me here, there must be something important to discuss?" ā
Qingwang nodded and said: "Exactly, there is an uninvited invitation below, before I say it, I hope that Mr. can agree for the time being." ā
Mr. Leng still said lightly: "Qingwang, you just say it!" "Actually, for this Qing King, the head of the six protectors of the Holy Sect, this Mr. Leng is already very polite.
Seeing that he was silent, Qingwang couldn't help but hesitate a little in his heart, Mr. Leng has been in the Holy Sect for many years, and even the sect leader has always been polite to him, and according to the consistent practice of the sect leader over the years, it is difficult to guarantee that this Mr. Leng is not planning and directing behind the scenes, so, in Qingwang's opinion, the expressionless strange man in front of him plays a pivotal role in the sect, of course, this opinion is also the reason for tonight's date.
Qingwang smiled: "Please also ask Mr. to agree to me first!" ā
Mr. Leng said coldly: "Why should the Qing King be too humble," his voice was still not arrogant, impatient, tepid, and there was not even a superfluous word.
This person is soft and hard, it is really tricky, and the Qingwang can't help but be at a loss for him, countless thoughts turned in his mind in an instant, speculating on the other party's intentions, it seems that this masked black-robed man is not a negotiable person at all, since this is the case, then he will not go around in any circle.
After a pause, Qingwang said: "Qin since he joined the religion, he has worked hard for the affairs of the sect, born and died, and has never said a word, he has the honor of being one of the six kings of the sect, every time he thinks of the religion, he is often terrified, when today, there are often disputes between the sects of the Middle Earth and the Holy Sect, fighting and killing, you live and die, over time, and gradually become tired, although there is a heart but also powerless, after thinking about it, I am afraid of being burdened, therefore, I am willing to retreat with my whole body to protect no risk of fault. ā
The corners of Mr. Leng's clothes fluttered slightly in the night breeze, and then he was heard to say: "Qingwang, as a person of this religion, you should know that if you join the religion for one day, serve the religion for life, and leave the religion without permission, it is regarded as an apostasy, and there is only one end!" ā
Qingwang was slightly stunned after hearing this, although he had planned in advance for the consequences of his actions, but he didn't expect that this Mr. Leng didn't care about the past at all, if it weren't for the mother and son who were still waiting for his return in the inn room, he would have already done it.
Qingwang held back his anger and sneered: "In this way, Mr. can't be accommodating?" In fact, the Qing Wang didn't know that he could have left quietly, but he also understood that with his identity and status, even if he could escape the tracking of his own sect, he would inevitably be surrounded and suppressed by other sects in Middle-earth.
After the two were silent for a moment, Mr. Leng asked in a faint tone, "Is Qingwang really willing to give up everything he has now for the sake of a woman?" ā
After hearing this, Qingwang looked thoughtful, and for some reason, even his tone couldn't help but ease up a little, and then said slowly: "Everyone has their own ambitions, in fact, I don't know the result of this, so the purpose of meeting Mr. here late at night is just to ask Mr. to excuse me in front of the sect leader, you might as well be a favor!" ā
Mr. Leng said: "In fact, the Qingwang doesn't know, it's not a secret, just a few days ago, the sect leader met a few old opponents, after a battle, the true yuan was damaged, the skill was greatly consumed, and he had been in retreat to heal his wounds, before the retreat, he specially told me that this retreat is expected to be indefinite, worried that the dragons in the sect have no leader, let me handle the affairs of the sect as an elder of the sect according to the canons, according to my opinion, the Qingwang is the head of the six kings of the Holy Sect, I could have taken this opportunity to sit on the throne and lead the whole sect, I will naturally help you, But at this critical juncture, why do you want to retreat? ā
Qingwang couldn't help but be stunned, he had been out for the past few months, and he knew very little about the affairs of the sect, so he didn't expect such a big thing to happen, after thinking for a while, he still shook his head and sighed, and said: "Qin Mou has made up his mind, and he no longer wants to be involved in disputes between various factions, so Mr. doesn't need to persuade him anymore, in order to show my determination to quit, I am also willing to hand over the Rama Relic to you!" ā
Hearing the last sentence, Mr. Leng's always indifferent expression suddenly flashed a glimmer of light, and his sharp gaze seemed to pause, and after a long time, neither of them spoke.
Finally, Mr. Leng broke the silence in the field first and asked, "Is what Qingwang said true?" ā
The Qing Wang was silent, and did not answer, the figure standing in the night did not move at all, but the breeze lifted his sleeve robe, constantly making a slight sound, and finally, he nodded slightly.
"Okay, since the Qingwang has decided, it will be useless to force him to stay, after I return tonight, I will inform the whole sect of the news of your withdrawal, and you will no longer have anything to do with the Nirvana God Sect, from tonight, the Nirvana God Sect, there will be no Qing King!" Mr. Leng said these words so neatly that even he forgot what he had said before.
Qingwang nodded again and said, "That's very good! After the Qingwang finished speaking, he slowly brushed his sleeves to his chest, and with a slight flip of his wrist, a snow-colored thing, glowing with a soft glow in the bleak moonlight, flew quietly and slowly forward in the air, only slowly, can see the original appearance of this thing.
It turned out to be an inconspicuous round artifact, the color is moist, the whole body is transparent, like jade not jade, like pearl not pearl, like stone not stone, it is the Middle Earth since ancient times - "Rama relics".
Mr. Leng had already seen that the purpose of the Green King's slow move, in addition to wanting him to see the Rama Relic clearly, was also to let him know that the Dao cultivation of this person in front of him was definitely not below him.
Because people who have practiced a little know that sometimes slow is much more difficult than fast, fast is nothing more than breaking through the resistance, as long as you increase your own mana, you can easily do it, but to be slow, first of all, you must have the same flow speed as the air, so as not to encounter any resistance, and secondly, you must let the air bear this thing, so that it will not fall easily due to gravity, so that it can be carried silently and with the wind.
Mr. Leng knew very well in his heart that with the current strength of the Qing King, among the two realms of good and evil in the entire Middle Earth Cultivation Realm, there were only about ten people who could compete with one of them.
When Mr. Leng stretched out his hand to catch the flying object, a warm and grand breath came from his palm, penetrated into his arm, and could easily penetrate his true qi body.
The Rama Relic landed in the palm of his hand unharmed, and Mr. Leng's vigilance against the sudden attack of the Blue King could finally relax.
Looking at this artifact that emitted a soft light in the dark night, Mr. Leng sneered: "Qingwang is really a big husband!" It's okay, let this thing be temporarily stored here with me, if one day, the Qingwang wants to reappear in the sky, and the mountains will come back, and I will return it as the original! ā
What everyone in the world wanted was just a random and superfluous thing in his eyes, and even King Qing really couldn't understand the mysterious elder of the Holy Sect in front of him.
In the end, Qingwang just smiled indifferently, his figure flickered, and he floated away, looking very free and elegant in the moonlit night.