Chapter Ninety-Five: The Heart Makes It Freely

Back at his residence, Elder Liu drew a circle on the ground and ordered Zhao Xinming to stay inside and not to move. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Zhao Xinming had long known Elder Liu's prestige, and he also knew the terrifying strength of the Waigang triple master, so he had to sit in it honestly. Elder Liu nodded, and with an order, the two inner disciples looked at Zhao Xinming from left to right, and then turned around and went up to the second floor.

"Zhao Xinming, I have admired my name for a long time. Master Zheng looked at Zhao Xinming and said.

Zhao Xinming raised his eyelids and glanced at Master Zheng, and snorted coldly: "Did Zhou Jin's old dog send you?"

"Zhao Xinming, the battle of words is meaningless. Master Zheng shook his head, touched his goatee, and suddenly said: "Zhao Xinming, you are the most talented young man the old man has ever seen, but unfortunately you are not cautious and ruthless enough." ”

"Master Zheng, aren't you afraid that these words will reach Zhou Jin's ears?" Zhao Xinming sneered.

"Hehe, Zhao Xinming, now that the overall situation has been decided, the old man is just saying a few words from his heart. Master Zheng disagreed, and continued, "That Zhao Xinhua is your second brother, this person's temper is very suitable for the old man's appetite." ”

Zhao Xinming's heart ached, he glared angrily, and said in a deep voice: "Master Zheng, I don't complain about the sky or the earth, I only hate my lack of strength, and I can't kill Zhou Jin, that thief." ”

"Zhao Xinming, you are wrong. Master Zheng shook his head and said again, "No matter how strong a person's strength is, there is a limit, even if you are born a genius, you are lucky, what can you do if you practice to the Outer Gang Sevenfold? Not to mention how many years have passed, it is difficult to say whether Master Zhou is alive or not, or do you think that the Outer Gang Sevenfold will be able to run rampant in the world?"

Master Zheng sneered: "I can tell you clearly, the day you practice the Outer Gang Sevenfold will be your death!"

"Master Zheng, don't be alarmist. Zhao Xinming was unmoved, and said unscrupulously: "Don't show off your little trick in front of me, I'm not scared." ”

Master Zheng sneered, "Hehe, little trick? Zhao Xinming, you are a dying person, why should I lie to you, I just want you to die to understand." The Great Zhou Imperial Court has thousands of Waigang masters in its hands, and the masters of all sects and factions are all targeted by the imperial court, even if it is 'Ling Tianzong', they have to stay here obediently!"

Zhao Xinming's face changed, he had never thought about this question, but now that he thinks about it, it really makes sense. Uncle Lu's triple cultivation also has to be a man with his tail between his legs; there are many masters in the "Ghost Domain", but few dare to come out openly and swagger through the market. Thinking of this, Zhao Xinming suddenly felt confused, and he also had a trace of doubt about his past!

At this moment, the artistic conception of "self-suffocence" suddenly hit his heart, constantly forcing Zhao Xinming to eliminate distracting thoughts and believe in himself. This kind of persecution is very tough, as if someone wants to impose this kind of thinking on Zhao Xinming, and there is no room for resistance. Zhao Xinming's suspicions about himself are getting more and more serious, and even the artistic conception of "self-centeredness" has a flaw. The artistic conception of "self-reliance" is threatened, and the persecution is becoming more and more severe. In this contest between "heart" and "intention", Zhao Xinming had a splitting headache, struggled to support it for a while, and fainted haggardly.

woke up again, it was the next morning, Zhao Xinming struggled to sit up, his heart moved, and the artistic conception of "only me" slowly ran all over the body, just like Zhao Xinming's state of mind, full of doubt and confusion!

Zhao Xinming sighed and looked up, Master Zheng and the others were still guarding his side. After a while, Elder Liu, dressed in a blue robe, walked over and said in a deep voice: "Zhao Xinming, today is the 70th birthday of the old man, and the old man promises to give you justice in front of the heroes of the world." ”

"Thank you, Elder Liu. Zhao Xinming stood up straight and said lightly.

Elder Liu nodded, and took Master Zheng and the others out of the small building. waited until noon, and the two inner disciples of the "Ling Tian Sect" took Zhao Xinming to the mountain behind the sect. The two sides of the main hall were full of guests, no less than 200 people, Master Zheng, Zhou Tianshu, Hall Master Yan, Senior Sister Wu and others sat on the left and right. Directly above the main hall sat a row of guests, no less than thirty people. The person in the middle is about fifty years old, with a kind complexion, dressed in a blue robe, with a bun on his head, looking quite like a fairy wind and bones. On the left hand side of this person sat the Great Elder of the "Ling Tianzong", and when he saw Zhao Xinming, he frowned slightly. Looking to both sides again, Elder Wu, Elder Liu, Elder Feng, King Xinyang, and Zhou Lanxin were all impressively listed.

When everyone saw Zhao Xinming, they all looked over. Elder Liu said loudly: "The head of Qiqi Qin, this person's name is Zhao Xinming, a native of Qinghe County, Qingzhou, who has repeatedly pretended to be my disciple 'Wang Ziming' to swagger and deceive outside, ruining the reputation of our faction, and was captured by me yesterday. How to deal with such acts, please also ask the head of Qin to show me. ”

After speaking, Elder Liu took out the identity card of "Wang Ziming" and showed it in public, and then handed his hands to the hands of the head of Qin. There was a sudden whisper in the main hall, and the hall master sat silently aside, quietly watching coldly. Zhou Tianshu, Elder Feng, King Xinyang, Elder Wu and the others were expressionless and had no intention of speaking. Zhou Lanxin and Senior Sister Wu looked anxious, and wanted to say something, but they were stopped.

Master Qin took the waist card, looked at it carefully for a while, and handed the waist card to the Great Elder with an expressionless face. The Great Elder picked up the waist card and looked at it for a while, but neither of them spoke. I only heard that in the hall, everyone was talking, and a stout man suddenly stood up and said loudly: "Master Qin, this person has bad intentions, you must not let it go!"

"Yes, yes. Everyone in the hall agreed.

Zhao Xinming looked up, these people in the hall had nothing to do with this matter, neither asking the reason nor what they had done, they were all angry, and they wanted to put themselves to death. Zhao Xinming was furious, and what made him even more difficult to accept was that the few elders he knew were also silent, and no one was willing to say a word of justice for himself!

Zhao Xinming looked at the crowd and suddenly had a feeling that he was living in two completely different worlds from these people, as if water and oil could never be reconciled. In a trance, Zhao Xinming came to the vast prairie again, the sound of "rumbling" horses' hooves came from far and near, and a group of people who were black and oppressed rushed wildly. The crowd was closely followed by a group of cavalry of the Great Zhou Dynasty, constantly chasing and killing this group of people.

This time, Zhao Xinming's heart was like water, and he stood quietly and watched coldly. The cavalry of the Great Zhou Dynasty slashed and slaughtered frantically, and wanton laughter resounded through the grassland. Zhao Xinming watched quietly like this, at this moment Zhao Xinming suddenly had a hint of enlightenment, he was in the death situation by himself;

As soon as I thought of this, the artistic conception of "only me" quietly hit my heart again, and in a blink of an eye, it condensed and took shape and grew wildly. Zhao Xinming's heart is like stopping water, and he lets the artistic conception of "only me" be arbitrarily applied. At this moment, the "heart" and "will" are transposed, the "meaning" is in front of the "heart", and the second layer of the artistic conception "the heart makes it at will" come naturally.