The spring thunder is rolling and endless, and Akagi, which is located in a dry land, has finally ushered in life.

Following.

The old Taoist of dice has gone out early as usual, and the six Taoist disciples are standing lazily in the small courtyard to practice swords, and these few have only been in the meditation for two years, and they have not even practiced the basic skills solidly, and the sword moves are chaotic and unorganized. This is not unreasonable to the old way of dice, but it also just shows the qualifications of these disciples.

The old sycamore tree in the courtyard has sprouted, and the fat magpie is ready to make a nest on it, and even this bird knows how to build a nest step by branch.

Zong Yang stood in a corner from afar, holding a bamboo stick in his hand and practicing swordsmanship, he had been practicing swordsmanship since he was four years old, and the master's pressure box swordsmanship had long been familiar to him, but he had never held a real sword in his hand when he practiced.

A junior brother suddenly abandoned his sword in annoyance, sat down on the bench, fanned his face with his hand and shouted, "Senior brother, pour us some water." ”

As soon as these words came out, several other juniors and disciples collected their swords to rest, and one of them also picked up a broken stone and threw it at the magpie on the branch, which was several times better than the sword just now.

"What the hell is this weather, stuffy panic, second senior brother, your swordsmanship is really powerful!" The oldest junior brother is the best at slapping horses, because he is a newcomer, and he is in a hurry to hug his thighs.

"That is, the second senior brother is the hope of our Taoist temple, if he enters the Chishan Gate one day, the master will follow him." The third junior brother echoed.

At this time, Zong Yang walked back to the yard with a kettle, the weather was originally hot, and with all his strength, he was even more sweating and wet his back.

"Senior Brother Xie!" Several junior disciples opened their mouths and said, but they didn't look at Zong Yang squarely.

The old man moved his eyes, pursed his lips, and said tentatively: "Senior brother, can you go and get me a nest head, I'm hungry." ”

"Yes." Zong Yang smiled slightly, and before he could wipe his sweat, he walked to the kitchen.

The old ghost smiled, it seems that from now on, all the juniors and disciples of Quanguan will ride on Zong Yang's head.

In fact, Zong Yang didn't care about it at all, he was already a waste, and the hope of the Taoist temple fell on these junior disciples, if they could practice swords with peace of mind, he had nothing to work hard.

At this time, layers of dark clouds in the sky began to weigh down the city, muffled thunder was about to move, and strong winds gradually rose from all directions.

Boom –

Without warning, the door of the Taoist temple was kicked open, and a figure blocked the door tightly, and everyone had a simple knife.

Zong Yang turned around sharply, although his heart was beating faster, he could still analyze calmly, Xingtian Dao Temple has never had enemies, and the sudden visit of these fierce gods and evil spirits must be related to the master.

The juniors and disciples got up one after another, and Zong Yang went straight up to meet them, and at this time, those people also rushed in, and the momentum was violent.

"Dare I ask you what's the matter?" Accustomed to wandering around, Zong Yang is well versed in the way of dealing with the world, and it is best not to make trouble.

"It's nothing, it's just to level your Heavenly Dao Temple, haha." The leader carried the Pu knife, his chin was raised, and his whole face was fierce like a wolf dog about to bite, and everyone behind him laughed wildly.

Zong Yang was not afraid, suddenly a gust of wind poured in from the gate, blowing his weak body fluttering, he smiled slightly, and said politely: "If you have something to say, you can say it well." ”

"Phew!" The leader spat straight at Zong Yang, his toes were forceful, the soles of his feet were windy, and he lifted it with one kick.

Zong Yang was like a kite with a broken string, and he fell a foot away, and the whole person lay on the ground like a dog eating, with a sweet throat, and instantly coughed up a mouthful of blood, his hands and five fingers were clenched, his nails were deeply embedded in the flesh, and his emotions were complicated.

"Big brother!" The juniors and disciples were in a hurry, but no one stepped forward to help, so it was conceivable that Zongyang's status in their hearts could be imagined.

Zong Yang got up with difficulty, only thinking about keeping the Taoist temple in his heart, breathed a sigh of relief, and said bitterly: "The family teacher is not here, I hope you go back first, there is always room for negotiation in everything." ”

"Waste is a lot of nonsense." The leader glanced out of the corner of his eye and sneered.

"Please." Zong Yang lowered his head, coughed up another mouthful of blood, and was determined to send them away.

"What a shame to have been thrown home!" The second junior brother couldn't bear it anymore. Someone dared to come to make trouble, and seeing that Zong Yang was so bad, losing the name of the Taoist temple was still secondary, the key was to lose his face, at this time, he was angry, and he was about to raise his sword.

"Xingtian Taoist Temple also dares to step on it?!" The third junior brother also confidently played the sword, and after practicing for so long, he could finally kill one side.

The remaining junior brothers also swarmed up, and they were bound to get back the face that the waste senior brother had lost!

"Do it!" The leader roared, and the people behind him divided into two ways and slashed out with their knives, and one of the other walked back, closing the gate and guarding.

"Don't!" In the strong wind, Zong Yang was powerless to stop it, because he was temporarily exhausted, he knelt on the ground and couldn't get up, watching these self-proclaimed junior disciples being wiped out in seconds.

After just ten breaths, all the juniors and disciples were cut to the ground, miserable, each of them had their right hands trampled on to death, their necks were held by knives, and they could not move.

"Hmph, what kind of sword is this practice, it's vulnerable!" The leader took a sip of thick phlegm, his face was very disappointed, and the tip of the knife pointed at the disciples of the Heavenly Dao Temple, and ordered, "Abolish them." ”

Before the disciples of the Taoist temple could react, a Pu knife had already cut out a cold light, and in the blink of an eye, a few lines of blood were splashed on the ground, and everyone's right hand tendon was broken, and then their left hand was stepped on again, if the left hand was wasted, it would be difficult for them to practice swords in their lives!

The screams like killing pigs were everywhere, and some people stopped outside the Taoist temple to watch, but who dared to rush in?!

"Don't!" Zong Yang roared heartbreakingly, his pupils were a little dilated, who else had experienced the days of waste more than him, but he was powerless to recover such a miserable situation.

"Haha!" The leader enjoyed Zong Yang's expression very much, and said jokingly: "Who told your unlucky master to dare to come to the gambling house of Wanjinlou to steal silver, the upper beam is not correct and the lower beam is crooked, so that you disciples will not learn from the master and cause trouble to Chicheng, so I specially came to abolish you!" ”

Master will steal, Zong Yang can't believe it, how difficult it was in the past, and Master has never done this ninth-rate thing, but the Taoist Temple has no grudges and no profit in the past, why would the people of Wanjinlou come to plant it for no reason?

Zong Yang didn't know where he got the strength, staggered to his feet, and walked towards the leader with a big pant.

"Please...... Please spare my juniors and disciples. ”

The leader raised his eyebrows, his eyes flowed, pressed the smile in his heart, and said, "You can consider it, but you kneel down and beg me first!" ”

Zong Yang didn't respond, he was weak and now his vision was a little dazed, he saw the banter in the other party's eyes, and a pride in his heart occupied the calm, and said indifferently: "Kill me." ”

Death is also a kind of relief.

The leader's eyes lit up, Zong Yang's words touched a certain nerve in him, and the right arm holding the knife twitched, but he didn't kill the killer in the end, because killing Zong Yang was not worth it to him at all.

"Uhh

The leader kicked Zong Yang's waist, Zong Yang bounced away horizontally, knelt on the ground, and the leader chased after him and stepped on Zong Yang's neck, directly stepping on Zong Yang to the ground.

"A waste like you, being alive will make the uncle feel more interesting, haha!" The leader unbuttoned his trouser belt and pulled a bubble of overnight wine on Zong Yang's head.

Zong Yang's face was dead and gray, he was humiliated, he could no longer hear the shameful laughter around him, and the whole person was like being frozen in a 10,000-year-old ice lake, forgetting to breathe.

"Waste your left hand!" The leader gave an order, and the screams in the Taoist temple were heard again.

"We have accepted your master's order, so you can get out of here! From now on, Akagi will no longer have a Heavenly Taoist Temple! ”

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