With Huo Du shouting, Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji, Guo Jing and others rushed out of Chongyang Palace.

When he saw the bloody scene in front of him, even with the experience of the seven sons of Quanzhen, he couldn't help but change his face slightly.

They never imagined that just for a moment in the temple with the enemy, the corpses that had been killed outside the hall were all over the field, the corpses and broken arms were piled up into a mountain, and the blood stained the earth red.

Such a tragic scene made everyone's scalp tingle, especially those Quanzhen disciples who acted in an orderly manner, fighting fires, saving people, and blocking mountain roads.

There was even a big Beidou array that surrounded Huo Du and Darba and others in front of the palace.

It can be said that as long as the real person in charge gives an order, even if the enemy has three heads and six arms, it will be impossible to escape.

Although the enemy has more than a dozen masters in addition to Huodu and Darba, with Guo Jing on his side, these people are not to worry at all.

Ma Yu looked at Huo Du and Darba in the field, but in the end he just sighed and did not speak.

Qiu Chuji's face was a little ugly, but he still said, "Get out of the way and let them go." ”

As soon as these words came out, all the disciples immediately changed their colors, and they fought bloodily, and they were about to be completed, and all the enemies who came to attack were killed.

At such a time, but to let the enemy leader go?

Before Lu Nianchou could speak, more than a dozen third-generation disciples under Qiu Chuji's door had already changed color, and they exclaimed in disbelief, "Master? ”

Li Zhichang even stood with his sword in his hands, and said loudly: "Master, these people broke into the mountain, burned, killed and looted, and many senior brothers were killed by them, how can they be let go?" ”

"Yes, Master!"

"Please also ask Master to accept his fate."

"Kill them!"

The crowd was surging with emotion, and all the disciples were extremely unwilling.

Today, they fought side by side together, regardless of life and death, to have such a result, and now the blood is surging, murderous, how can they let the enemy go like this.

"Presumptuous! Do you want to disobey your master? A trace of reluctance and helplessness flashed in Qiu Chuji's eyes, but his tone became more and more severe, and he scolded angrily: "Do you still have any rules? ”

The Quanzhen Sect disciples present were silent, many of them gritted their teeth, their fingers holding their swords turned white, and a depressing atmosphere enveloped the scene, almost making people breathless.

"Hahaha, the Quanzhen Sect really has strict rules, Qiu Zhenren is highly respected, and no one dares to disobey it."

"Xiao Wang admires, admires."

Huo Du opened the folding fan in his hand with a snap, and said with a chuckle: "There is a lot of disturbance today, I will retire first." ”

After saying that, he waved his sleeves and shouted: "Withdraw!" ”

However, those Quanzhen Sect disciples formed a sword formation, and fire almost erupted from their eyes, and none of them moved at all.

The people from the rivers and lakes brought by Huo Du were frightened when they were just killed, and when they saw the cold sword blade in front of them, many Quanzhen disciples glared angrily, and they were awe-inspiring, and they didn't dare to approach at all.

Huo Du slammed the folding fan in his hand into his palm, making a crisp bang, turned around, his eyes narrowed slightly, there was a cold light in his pupils, and he said in a threatening tone: "What? Is it that Qiu Zhenren's words don't count in this Quanzhen Sect? Or do you want to go back on your word and leave us all here? ”

Qiu Chuji took a deep breath and let out a loud cry, which exploded in the sky like thunder.

"Get out of the way!"

His face was cold and hard, and his words seemed to suppress endless anger, "If you still think you are a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, let me get out of the way." ”

The Quanzhen Sect has strict etiquette and teaching, and attaches great importance to the rules of the sect and the inheritance of masters and apprentices, and there are no disciples who dare to disobey the elders of the sect like this on weekdays.

It's just that today's bloody battle, a murderous breath rushed to the top, a vicious breath blocked in the chest, and he didn't vomit or be unhappy, so he was unwilling to retreat.

At this time, Qiu Chuji was completely furious, and they gradually came back to their senses.

No matter how unwilling and reluctant they are, in the face of such serious words, they dare not retreat, and they cannot retreat.

All the people were filled with grief and indignation, and they wanted to kill the enemy with a single sword, but they could only give way to it.

"Humph!"

Seeing this, Huo Du sneered and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, we will have a meeting later." ”

After that, he stepped forward first, ignoring the angry and murderous eyes of the Quanzhen disciples on both sides, and walked towards the bottom of the mountain step by step.

But the people in the rivers and lakes behind him didn't have such courage, and under the forced gaze of many Quanzhen disciples, they trembled one by one, and were scared out of a cold sweat.

By the time they got out of the big formation, many of them had weak legs and almost fell to the ground.

Every once in a while, Huo Du and the others had already left, leaving only the bones and scorched earth burned by the fire.

Seeing the enemy leave, all the Quanzhen Sect disciples almost felt a tightness in their chests, almost spurting blood, how could people accept such an ending?

Ma Yu sighed, as if he was much older, "Let's disperse, let's go to fight the fire first, collect the bones, and treat the injured disciples." ”

After that, he turned around slowly, but the figure looked a lot stiff and sluggish.

After all, the Quanzhen Sect was under the rule of the Mongols, and people had to bow their heads under the roof.

If it weren't for Qiu Chuji's relationship with Genghis Khan Temujin, and the inseparable connection between the seven sons of Quanzhen and the Mongolian dignitaries, it would have been impossible for them to maintain such a detached posture in the north.

This time, the Golden Wheel Dharma King held a grand meeting in Dadu, and only the Quanzhen Sect could turn a blind eye, and the confidence lies in this.

But once you completely fall out with the Mongols, then the disaster of the sect's overthrow is not far off.

Whether it is Ma Yu or Qiu Chuji, they all understand the truth very well.

Those young disciples may think that the Quanzhen Sect is a famous and decent sect, and that they can look at everything and be high.

But only they, the helmsmen of the Quanzhen Sect, know that over the years, the door has been turbulent, and every step is like walking on a knife edge, making people tremble and walk on thin ice, surrounding and severing the inheritance of the ancestor.

In the process, humiliation, and even turning your back on something, it has long been a habitual thing.

Otherwise, how could there be the prosperity of the Quanzhen Religion today?

"As long as I can expand my full truth, a little humiliation, what is it?"

Ma Yu's figure gradually disappeared into the main hall of Chongyang Palace, leaving only a mess.

At this moment, a clear laughter suddenly sounded.

"Master Qiu, now we have listened to the order of the waiting door to let the enemy go down the mountain, but ......"

Almost everyone looked to the place where the sound came from.

I saw a figure soaked in blood from head to toe standing out of the formation.

Regardless of everyone's eyes, he casually took off the blood-colored robe on his body, revealing his strong upper body and bronzed skin, and only his lower body was still wearing black trousers.

"Disciple Lu Ying, who has already taken off his Taoist robe, begs the master to let the disciple go down the mountain."

"Whether it's life or death, grievances and hatreds, it has nothing to do with the door!"

When Qiu Chuji heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned and looked at him.

"Lu Ying, that disciple of Li Zhihua?"

He instantly remembered the scene he saw a few days ago in the martial arts arena when he saw this young man's sword formation fierce and defeated his disciple Li Zhichang.

"It's the disciple." Lu Nianchou replied.

Qiu Chu's heart suddenly became a love for talent, and he reprimanded angrily: "It's just nonsense, what can you do with the power of one person?" ”

"If you dare to talk nonsense, I will drive you down the mountain."

"Get out of here."

However, Lu Nianchou bowed three times, stood up, and said with a long smile: "The eldest husband has something to do and something not to do, if the master really wants to expel me from the master's door, the disciple will also admit it." ”

With that, he grabbed his sword and turned away.

At this moment, in the Beidou Great Array, several figures silently walked out.

They took off their robes, knelt on the ground, and bowed, "I beg Master (Master, Master) to let the disciples go down the mountain." ”

Lu Nianchou's body was slightly stunned, and he turned his head to look, only to see that there were no more, no less, and there happened to be six people out of the ranks.

There was a sudden surge of blood in his heart, how could he not know that this was the heart of the same family?

"You ...... You ......" Qiu Chuji was furious, and shouted angrily: "Are you all reversed? ”

Wang Chuyi, who was beside him, scolded even more: "Get back to me, if you dare to disobey, the door rules will be dealt with." ”

One of the six people was his disciple Cui Zhifang, who kowtowed and said, "Master, the disciple is not filial, which is contrary to your old man's expectations." ”

"It's just that two of my disciples were killed by them and died in front of me."

His eyes were red, and he hummed, "If I can't take revenge, I'm afraid that they won't turn a blind eye." ”

After that, he bowed three more times, then stood up, turned around and left.

The other five people also kowtowed, and then without saying a word, they turned around and walked towards Lu Nianchou.

Lu Nianchou looked at Qiu Chuji, then at the Quanzhen Sect disciples present, and finally fell on the six people who came shirtless with swords.

For the first time, he felt that it was natural for the Quanzhen Sect to be passed on to future generations and make a great name in this life.

Although there are good and bad in the door, there is no shortage of talents, and they can be passed down for thousands of years.

He threw away all distractions, let out a long whistle, turned and walked along, singing loudly.

"Seven swords go down to the south, and if you don't kill the enemy, you won't pay it back!"

"Hahaha!"

"Rejoice! Joyfully! Joyfully! ”

The seven of them glanced at each other, laughed loudly, sang with their swords, and soon disappeared in front of everyone.

Only the hearty and uninhibited laughter was left, echoing in the ears of all the True Disciples.

"This is my true disciple, this is my Han family's Zheng Zheng man!"

"It's a pity! Pity! ”

Qiu Chuji only felt sad and angry in his heart, and wanted to vent, but he couldn't find a place, his chest was churning with blood, and his mouth was full of blood, so he could only watch them leave.

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