Chapter 68

Li Ming returned to the Quanzhen Sect again.

After catching a little disciple and understanding the situation, it seems that the whole true sect has no idea about Li Ming's escape, and there will be no disciple who is full of justice to jump out and say that he wants to arrest Li Ming.

As for the emperor, although he was very angry about the death of the national teacher, a dead man was worthless. So it's just a pretense to issue a wanted warrant.

And those people who followed the national teacher to smash the field have already slipped into the palace, after all, it is too dangerous for them here, and there are endless masters, and if they are not careful, their lives will be lost. It's better to be in the capital, although you can't make any merit, but at least you can flirt with women from good families, and the most important thing is that there is no danger to your life.

Li Ming continued to ask which Quanzhen disciple did he know who the person in the white clothes was.

The answer of the Quanzhen disciple was that one of the seven sons of Quanzhen, his name was Liu Chuxuan.

After Li Ming knew what he wanted to know, he slapped him unconscious with one palm and threw him into the corner.

However, suddenly, Li Ming felt that there seemed to be a huge energy fluctuation somewhere in front of him, as if there was a master fighting. This fluctuation was transmitted to Li Ming's unfolded telekinetic field.

Therefore, Li Ming could clearly feel where the battle was taking place. Li Ming followed the induction and galloped away, arriving outside a large hall.

It was in the main hall that the battle took place.

Li Ming quietly flew up to the roof of the main hall, uncovered a tile, and quietly looked down. In between, a tall figure in a Taoist robe was beaten and bleeding from the corners of his mouth, lying on his back on the ground, struggling to get up.

And next to him stood two figures. One man and one woman.

The man spoke: "Senior brother, in fact, I don't want to come to this point." ”

The man on the ground spoke: "Don't pretend, you are a well-dressed villain, the master really misjudged you, so he will pass on the position of sect leader to you." ”

The man who was standing seemed to be a little excited when he heard this, and he went up and kicked the person lying on the ground and turned him over.

"If you hadn't been controlling the power of the sect leader, how would I have come to this point, all of this is your own fault, to blame, blame you for being too greedy for power. If you are willing to let go sooner, you can still be my good junior brother. ”

The man lying on the ground struggled to half-sit up, "Ma Yu, so far, I have nothing more to say, I will return the power of the sect leader to you." ”

With that, he stood up and staggered out the door. Looking at the walking posture, it was obvious that he was not lightly beaten.

"Qiu Chuji, you can't help but think too simply." Ma Yu spoke, and at the same time, with a wave of his sleeves, he knocked Qiu Chuji to the ground again.

"What more do you want?" Qiu Chuji is a little crazy.

However, Ma Yu was even more crazy than him: "What do I want, since I became the sect leader for more than ten years, I have not fulfilled the power of the sect leader for a single day. Do you know what people call me on the rivers and lakes? They call me the Waste Sect Master, the Puppet Sect Master, and there are even many people who think that the Sect Master of the Quanzhen Sect is your Qiu Chuji. ”

Qiu Chuji heard Ma Yu's crazy tone and knew that this person had gone to the extreme of psychological extremes. Most of the people who went to extremes in history ended up becoming psychopathic killers.

Therefore, Qiu Chuji also knew that he probably wouldn't be able to leave today, so he had to be angry with Ma Yu before he died. This is the so-called heroism in ancient times, even if you are stronger than me, I can still bite off a piece of your flesh.

So, Qiu Chuji changed to a mocking tone and said: "What they said is right, you Ma Yu is a waste." is not worthy of sitting on the position of the Sect Master of the Whole Truth, the Master was really blind at the beginning to pass on the position of the Sect Master to you. ”

"Say what you say, say it again." Ma Yu picked up the mound from the ground and said with a hideous face.

"I said, you Ma Yu are a waste. You can see that over the years, under the management of my Qiu Chuji, the Quanzhen Sect has become the number one sect in the world. And you, Ma Yu, are just a poor worm who has been overly pampered by Master. If it weren't for the fact that you were the first to be taken in, do you think you would be able to sit as the head of the sect? Qiu Chuji looked at Ma Yu with a pitiful gaze.

Ma Yu was going crazy with this kind of pity, as if he was giving alms. Every time he saw this kind of gaze, he remembered the eyes of the people on the street when he was a little beggar.

Until one day, a different gaze appeared, walked up to him, and said, "You are very talented, how about being my disciple." ”

That time was simply the happiest time in the life of any little beggar. However, soon, the master accepted a few more disciples, and the talents of these disciples were undoubtedly higher than those of little beggars.

The little beggar had no choice but to practice day and night, hoping to achieve some achievements in cultivation and be praised by the master.

But there was no praise, because the little beggar found that although he had put in more effort than his junior disciples, his cultivation realm was almost the same as theirs, and he would even be defeated by his junior disciples if he was not careful.

Whenever he saw the master extend his thumb to the disciples who had defeated him, the little beggar's heart sank, sank, and squeezed a smile to the corner of his mouth.

The little beggar worked harder, harder. Because he has no choice but to work hard. Sunrise and sunset, from the scorching sun to the heavy snow, from the rising sun to the bright moon hanging in the sky.

Finally, he was given the position of head of the family by his master.

"I'm not waste, I'm not waste." Ma Yu muttered to himself, comforting and appealing.

But Qiu Chuji did not stop mocking: "You Ma Yu, just a beggar, when you were a child, when you grow up, you will only beg from the master, beg for the position of the head of the family, and beg for innate skills." ”

"Say no more." Ma Yu let out a loud shout and threw Qiu Chuji against the wall, and then followed, performing a dazzling punch and elbow strike.

Just like when he was a child, he practiced fist and foot kung fu with him, after the two of them were sweating profusely, Ma Yu quietly whispered to the person who was punched in the face by him that he was a little beggar.

Now the man with the wound on his face leaned down in front of Ma Yu again and said, You are just a little beggar.

This is the most devastating thing in the world, burying the scar deep in the heart, sinking to the bottom of the sea, and now it has been violently revealed, and the wound has seeped into the salt water, and the pain is unbearable.

Asunder.

It's like a mound with limbs beaten into a pulp and embedded in the wall.

is also like the man in white hiding in the corner of the room, with two lines of tears on his face.