"Afraid?" Si Blank's brow furrowed, but quickly stretched out again.

He turned his eyes and glanced at the disciples who were bowing their heads again, and some kind of cold light flickered in his squinted eyes.

"I'm afraid there's anything wrong with that?"

He asked.

"Do you think Uncle Shi is good?" Song Yueming was very confused by Si Bai's reaction.

"Only if you know how to be afraid will you be more obedient, and only by working together can you make Linglong Pavilion go further. Si Bai said it very naturally.

"But what if Uncle Shi is wrong? Uncle Shi's sword technique..."Song Yueming was interrupted by Si Bai Shengsheng in the middle of his words.

"How could I be wrong? My sword technique..."Si Bai said as the power around his body surged out again, and the majestic True Yuan swayed around him like a tide, and under that terrifying power, the faces of everyone around him turned pale, obviously unable to resist this force. "Wouldn't it be nice for me to have such great power, and the old man would pass it on to them?"

As he spoke, Si Bai looked at those disciples again, his hands stretched out and spread high.

"As long as you want, one day you can have the same strength as the old man. ”

There was a breathtaking power hidden in that voice, and when it came out of his mouth, some kind of red light suddenly flashed red from those who had practiced the sword technique, and there was also a frenzy in their eyes when they looked up at Si Bai.

"This..."Xu Han and the others on the side glanced at each other, their eyes full of surprise.

They had known the strangeness of this sword technique before, but now that they saw such a situation, they realized that he had far underestimated the power of this sword technique. It seems that Si Bai can also use the sword technique as a traction to control the minds of those who practice this sword technique, which is no wonder why Si Bai vigorously promotes this sword technique despite the opposition of all parties.

Xu Han, who wanted to understand this, looked at the blank gaze of the division and became more and more frightened, if this continues, this Linglong Pavilion may really be the Linglong Pavilion of the blank of his division.

"How's it going, boy, do you see?" Si Blank's face showed a smug look, he enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded by thousands of people.

But after a short period of surprise, the look on Song Yueming's face returned to calm again.

"If Uncle Shi really believes that there is no problem with such a choice, then there is no need to prove anything to the younger generation. Song Yueming shook her head and said, her voice was flat.

"Junior, I think you are quite bold, although what you did was extremely inappropriate, but it was also for the sake of Linglong Pavilion, I wanted to let you go, but if you are so obsessed, do you know what the consequences will be?" Si blank's voice became cold again.

The atmosphere on the field suddenly fell silent again, and anyone could understand that Si Bai had already moved his murderous intent at this time.

Everyone looked at the bloodied young man in green shirts at that moment, waiting for his answer.

"As long as you are willing to admit that you are lying and are willing to practice the old man's sword technique, the old man can ignore the past suspicions in today's affairs, and even accept you as a personal disciple and a deacon with the elders. But while the murderous intent was surging, Si Bai also had the same love for talents.

Song Yueming's courage was thousands of times stronger than the full Linglong Pavilion disciples, if it was used by him, it would be a help.

Hearing this, everyone's faces suddenly turned strange.

Lang Chaosha, who finally stood up in embarrassment, had a hideous face, Song Yueming went against him three times and twice, and now he even got the appreciation of Si Bai, if he really agreed, then Song Yueming's status in Linglong Pavilion can be said to have jumped a thousand feet, and he was steadily pressed down.

And Xu Han and the others are very worried, if it were them, they would probably be able to think about the hypocrisy and the snake, promise the boss to be blank, and make plans for the rest, but if this matter falls on Song Yueming, it will be difficult to say, with his unbending temperament, I am afraid it will be difficult to comply so simply.

Therefore, everyone's eyes fell on him more and more eagerly.

But Song Yueming did not answer Si Bai at the first time.

He just looked at Si Bai with a calm brow, his eyes flickering, but his thoughts returned to the conversation he had had last night.

......

"Thanks to Uncle Shi's teaching, the disciple has already remembered the key points of the sword technique. The candle flame flickered in the dim room, and the young man in the green shirt arched his hand towards the old man in red, then stood up and was about to leave.

The old man in red with a solemn face stared at the young man in green shirt in silence for a long time, which he had almost never paid attention to before.

He seemed to want to make up for the eyes that he had ignored in the past, and he seemed to want to keep his appearance in his heart.

But finally, when the boy was about to turn away, the old man in red finally opened his mouth.

"It's dangerous, it's more auspicious, and there's so little you can do, have you really thought about it?"

The old man, who has lived for nearly seventy years, is rarely full of confusion in his tone.

When the young man in the green shirt heard this, his body paused as he left.

He glanced at the old man.

"After all, there are more mortals than immortals in the world, if ordinary people like Song think that they are powerless and hide in place, then the things in the world are only left to be strong and weak, and there is no reason to talk about it?"

"Truth this thing... After all, it is the strong who speak to the weak. The people who try to reverse such rules are, probably..."The old man frowned and said in a deep voice.

"Uncle Shi also believes in such rules?" the young man asked, and it was difficult to see the likes and dislikes in his heart at this moment from his calm eyes, which were as calm as a dry well.

Under the gaze of the young man, the old man in red felt a sense of shame in his heart for no reason.

He lowered his head and nodded heavily.

"Things are not as good as they should be, and even I can't change them. ”

"Really?" the boy lowered his head when he heard this, and a look of loss appeared on his face.

But soon, he raised his head again, and the look of loss on his face dissipated.

He laughed suddenly, very genuinely.

The smile is as bright as a spring breeze.

Brilliant as the stars in a clear sky.

"But I don't like that. ”

The young man in the green shirt said, then turned around and resolutely left the door.

......

In front of the Xuanlong Bell of the Hanging River Peak.

The boy's head was lowered and finally raised.

The corners of his mouth curled up as he had done last night.

He looked at Si Bai and nodded heavily.

Expected, and unreasonable.

"Good. ”

......

Life in Niutou Village is not as easy as imagined.

In addition to facing the drought and cold that have been frequent every year in the past few years, as well as the animals in the mountains and forests.

They have even more formidable enemies.

People in the world often say that natural disasters are man-made disasters.

The two are not independent, but interrelated.

Natural disasters inevitably lead to displacement, hunger and cold.

There is a way that if you are poor, you will change, and if you don't change, you will die.

So Liu Dazhuang led the villagers into Niutou Mountain, and survived one drought and cold year after another with the prey in the mountain.

And some people also burrowed into Niutou Mountain, but not to hunt for prey.

A long time ago, the ghost of Guanglin had the idea of going out of the temple to take a look, but the old monk said that the outside world was not good, it was a place where a person could eat people, and it was not as safe and comfortable as in the broken temple.

Guanglin ghosts don't believe it.

But at this moment, he suddenly discovered that the old monk hadn't actually lied to him.

"Say, when will this month's grain be delivered?" At the entrance of the village, the naked man sitting on the jujube red horse looked at Niu Dazhuang with cold eyes, his expression was arrogant, and his breath was long.

The surrounding villagers lowered their heads under the man's majesty, and did not dare to make a sound.

"Brother Hong is not mistaken, this month's ration is small, someone has already sent it to send it. Is there any misunderstanding in this?" Liu Dazhuang was full of smiles, but his body moved to the side, blocking Liu Dingdong's figure behind him.

"Yes, that was the first half of the month, and Lao Tzu came for the second half of the month. Behind him, more than a dozen naked men with knives raised their eyebrows when they heard this, and said very frivolously.

Hearing this, the expression on Liu Dazhuang's face froze, although his heart was already filled with anger, but he was still smiling on the surface. "Brother Hong, where is this, didn't we say it a long time ago? As soon as this ration is handed over in January, when will it become half a month?"

"When did that change? The naked man said as a matter of course, and then the words changed, and a cruel smile appeared in the man's eyes, his gaze crossed Liu Dazhuang's body, and looked at Liu Dingdong, who was already pale with fright.

Although the thirteen-year-old girl is still a little immature, she has the rudiments of a stunning beauty.

"I've heard that a few days ago you made up a big wild boar in the mountains, and if you hand over half of it, you will have two rations for this month. If you are reluctant, if you marry me this precious daughter of yours, you will be my father-in-law in the future, and this village will only have to pay rations once a month in the future. What do you think?" said the naked man, his eyes growing greedy with lust.

His proposal made Liu Dazhuang's face change greatly, and he knew that if he didn't hand over some things at this point, he might be difficult to send these jackals away. It is naturally impossible for him to send his baby daughter into the wolf's den, so he calculated slightly in his heart, there are indeed a lot of wild boar meat left a few days ago, and half of them are out, and he will be more diligent in the future, and enter the mountain a few more times, which should be able to survive until the autumn harvest.

Therefore, after thinking about it for a while, he finally gritted his teeth and nodded.

"Good. He said this, and he answered.

......

When the man surnamed Hong had obtained the meat that satisfied him, he led his men and drove away, not forgetting to tell them to prepare the food they needed to hand over next month under the frightened eyes of the people.

"Why do you want to give them things?" Guanglin Ghost walked to Liu Dazhuang's side at that time, and looked at the middle-aged man in confusion.

"What can I do? Don't give it?" the middle-aged man smiled miserably and shook his head helplessly.

"But it's obviously something you took with your life, do they want to rely on their own skills to fight?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man looked at the little monk and shook his head again.

"How can there be so much truth to talk about things in this world?"

"If you want to live, you have to learn to compromise on some things..."

"Because only the living have the opportunity to tell people those truths that once did not make sense..."

(End of chapter)