Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!

At the same moment when Jing Tianming finished practicing his sword, a crisp applause rang out.

I don't know when, Ku Ding walked in, but he didn't see him for a few days, and his own juzi swordsmanship went to the next level, with a look of admiration.

"Ding Fatty." Jing Tianming turned his head, saw the other party at a glance, nodded indifferently, and saluted.

After many years, the current Jing Tianming is no longer the naïve and ignorant little hairy child who only knows roast chicken.

Now he has transformed into a real Mo family giant.

"Juzi," Ku Ding said with praise as he walked towards Jing Tianming, "Your swordsmanship is getting better and better." ”

"I'm afraid it won't be under Gai Nie, Wei Zhuang!"

Speaking of Gai Nie, whether it was Ku Ding or Jing Tianming, their expressions were slightly embarrassed.

Once, Gai Nie was the benefactor of the Mo family and a traitor to the empire. But after the failure of the anti-Qin cause, he once again became the right-hand man next to the second emperor, and his younger brother Wei Zhuang can be called the two gods of Yingzi and his side.

Over the years, it is not without the remnants of the Six Kingdoms and the people of the Hundred Schools who want to assassinate Yingzihe, but they always fall in front of the two brothers.

Although they gave up the unrealistic overthrow of the tyrannical Qin, Jing Tianming and others, as the most staunch anti-Qin elements in the past, still had some sympathy for those people.

"Fat Ding, you're joking." Jing Tianming smiled freely, picked up a pot of tea placed under the corridor, drank it in one go, and laughed, "Where do I dare to compare with my uncle, a few days ago, I visited my uncle's house, and he gave me the feeling that he didn't even have a little sword energy." ”

There is not the slightest sword energy!

Hearing this, Ku Ding couldn't help but gasp.

With Jing Tianming's current skills, he can't feel the sword qi on Gai Nie's body, which naturally doesn't mean that the dignified Imperial Sword Saint has lost the heart of a swordsman.

On the contrary, it can only show that Gai Nie's martial arts have made rapid progress, beyond the imagination of others, and have reached the point of being traceless and invisible.

"It's worthy of a sword master, it's really powerful." Comprehending the level, Ku Ding smiled bitterly.

"That's right." Jing Tianming sat on the railing of the corridor very casually, without the demeanor that a big man should have, and asked Ku Ding, "Ding Fatty, what are you doing here suddenly?" ”

"Did something happen?"

"Juzi." Hearing Jing Tianming mention the matter, Ku Ding's expression froze, "There is indeed an accident on the side of the Hundred Academies." ”

"Yesterday, a few more disciples of the Mo family left the sect and joined other sects."

Founded by Qin Shi Huang Yingzheng himself, and then by the current second emperor - Yingzi and the hundred academies that have been carried forward, it has already become the first academy in the world.

Students all over the world take it as an honor to be able to enter a hundred academies.

All students who come out of this academy means that they have a stepping stone to knock on the door of officialdom.

However, when the disciples of the hundreds of schools of thought gathered together, in addition to their respective lectures, struggles were also indispensable.

It is not uncommon for disciples of this sect to be attracted by other sects and devote themselves to the affairs of other sects.

In response to this situation, almost all of the high-level leaders of the Sons and Hundreds of Schools have adopted a laissez-faire attitude.

Without him, even among the hundreds of sons, in order to compete for resources, it is a bloody anomaly.

"What's this?" Jing Tianming said indifferently, "Doesn't this kind of thing happen often?" ”

"I remember last month, on the Confucian side, didn't there be more than a dozen disciples who came to my Mo family?"

Ku Ding smiled bitterly: "Juzi, if only the disciples run away, this kind of thing is indeed normal, but the problem is that this month, we have dozens of disciples who have joined the famous masters, Confucianists, and even Taoists." ”

"On the contrary, there are very few people who are attracted by my Mohist thoughts."

"What?" Hearing what Ku Ding said, Jing Tianming, who was still a little disapproving, looked moved.

Dozens of disciples ran away in a month, but not many disciples joined, this is not a trivial matter!

"Ding Fatzi, have you done some investigation, why did these disciples run away?" Jing Tianming asked with a grim expression.

Ku Ding said decadently: "Juzi, of course I have checked, the reason why these disciples ran away is because they feel that there is not much future in my Mo family. ”

"My Mo family loves non-aggression, even high-level people have to live poorly, they really can't stand such a hard life."

Syllable!

Hearing the reason for Ding Ding's return, Jing Tianming punched the railing fiercely, shaking the mahogany railing endlessly.

His expression was extremely ugly, and he cursed: "Damn, why don't they understand the nobility of my Mojia concept." ”

"What a beautiful thing it is to build a world where everyone is in harmony! How can you just abandon it for the sake of enjoyment! ”

Ku Ding, who was standing behind Jing Tianming, smiled bitterly and was silent.

They have been running for an idea all their lives, but they really can't accept the constant betrayal of their disciples.

"Is this normal?" A flirtatious voice suddenly sounded in their ears, "The water flows low, and people go high." ”

"You can't expect all of us to be saints, to run all our lives for an illusory idea."...

"If thousands of disciples of the Mo family can do it, wouldn't there be thousands of more saints?"

"Who?" Hearing this vaguely familiar voice in their ears, Jing Tianming and Ku Ding's expressions changed greatly.

Ku Ding is just that, and most of his martial arts are wasted; Jing Tianming, the great son of the Mo family, is recognized as a top master in the world.

At this moment, the martial arts are so high that they are almost not under the former Imperial Sword Saint Gai Nie, and there are actually people who can approach them quietly.

In that case, wouldn't it be a thought to take their lives?

In an instant, the Mo family Juzi once again grabbed the ink eyebrows that symbolized the identity of the giant in his hand, and the sword qi around his body was agitated, throwing himself towards the place where the voice came from.

Swish!

What appeared in front of Jing Tianming and Ku Ding was a young man with a slender figure, a handsome face, and a flirtatious smile on the corner of his mouth all the time.

He was standing at the end of the corridor, as if he had just come over, when he saw Jing Tianming and Ku Ding looking over, he smiled gently, raised a hand, and greeted him affectionately: "Nineteenth brother, shopkeeper Ding, I haven't seen you for many days, do you seem to look good?" ”

"Yingzi and!" Ku Ding's expression was gloomy, and he spit out the name word by word, eager to rush up and fight with the other party now.

Jing Tianming's face was also unkind, he stretched out a hand, stopped in front of Ku Ding, and said lightly: "Sixth brother, it's been a long time. ”

"You, the King of Great Qin, are not staying in the palace, what are you doing here?"

Even though the grievances were resolved, thinking of the organ city that was reduced to ruins, countless companion disciples who died in the hands of the other party, and even Xiang Shaoyu, who was forced to kill himself, Jing Tianming did not take action at the first time, he had already cultivated it.

"It's boring to stay in the palace, come out for a walk." Ming Xiaoyang walked briskly and greeted Jing Tianming and Ku Ding, saying innocently.