For some reason, her heart was in a trance, and she suddenly met two sharp gazes, but it was Ge Nanshi who kept looking at her, at a loss, and her figure disappeared behind the side door. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The head of Huashan frowned slightly and said, "Knowing the senior nephew, our sect has no longer pursued this matter, why do you bother to do this again?"

He laughed and said, "A certain man who stands up to the sky and the earth, how can he live in the suspicion and disdain of others because of this? Let alone tarnish the reputation of the master of the family because of a certain person, only this is the right way!"

But he didn't snort, and slowly pulled out his sword and thrust it into his thigh.

Everyone here is a well-informed celebrity, but when have they ever seen such a cruel punishment of self-harm?

Someone in the crowd shouted, "Don't do this, we believe you are!"

There were also two Emei sect elders sitting in the front row, rushing out to stop Ran.

With a sword stabbed into his thigh, his body shook a few times, he stretched out his left hand to stop the two elders, and then clasped his fists and saluted around: "Seniors, don't dissuade you, you have all understood your care!"

His expression was calm, his voice was sonorous, and the old people in the hall were forced by the momentum of the young disciple in front of him.

The person who wanted to persuade again swallowed the words back into his stomach, only secretly raised his thumb and praised, "What a man!"

The living room suddenly became silent, and it was only a moment of silence from the noise to the dead silence, but there was a sad and depressed feeling like a lead stone in people's hearts, and they watched as they plunged the third sword into their left shoulder.

He was covered in blood, standing on the spot like a mountain, and his hand holding the sword was as solid and calm as granite!

Xu Wenfeng's face was embarrassed, and he didn't dare to look at it anymore, he knew in his heart that now everyone had completely toppled the balance in their hearts.

Although no one came out to question him, the eyes of people looking at him were full of doubts and distrust.

He secretly glanced at the master beside him, and saw that he was still sitting calmly and calmly, his eyes slightly closed, without the slightest joy or anger.

There was a sharp pain from the wound, and the blood was gurgling out.

It turned out that in order to show sincerity, the punishment of the five swords must not be used to resist.

He raised the sword for the fourth time with difficulty, and was about to stab it on his right thigh, when the figure in front of him flickered, and the head of the Huashan faction floated over, and said in a low voice: "Stop!" At the same time, he stretched out his right hand and grabbed the long sword in his hand.

With a reluctance to swing out his left palm to support the right hand of the head of Huashan, "Bang!", after the wound was shaken, blood suddenly gushed out.

He took a light breath and said, "Master, in order to prove your innocence, please don't stop it!"

The head of the Huashan faction shot like the wind, sealed the various acupoints around the wound in one go, and said in a deep voice: "If you do this, aren't you trapping a certain and Huashan faction in injustice?"

With a slight smile, he took out the skin bag and poured two mouthfuls of the stopper, and the sweet wine juice passed through the intestines, giving birth to a hot fire in his heart, which reduced the pain of the wound a lot.

He said with a long sword: "A certain life but ask for a clear conscience, and never want to frame others with conspiracy and tricks, although the punishment of the nine blades is bitter, but as long as I can be exchanged for my innocence, a certain is as good as food!"

The eyes of the head of the Huashan faction suddenly shot out a fine light, and he asked slowly: "Do you know that this is the Ziyun Pavilion of the Huashan faction, and as the head of the Huashan faction, I can't even see you mutilating your body." ”

He said calmly: "If so-and-so's blood defiles your sect's holy land, please forgive the master, and so-and-so can complete the last two swords in another place." ”

The head of Huashan stared for a moment, and suddenly sighed: "That's it, that's it!"

Ge Nanshi returned to the hall, he sat on the side with a heavy face, and said secretly: "This thing is really big, even if Shaolin doesn't have a bad heart, people in the same way will definitely blame behind his back, saying that I am not from the Huashan faction, and it is indeed difficult for the senior brother in charge to do it, whether it is stopped or not, the head of the sect has seized the opportunity." ”

Knowing that he inserted the fourth sword, his legs were blurred and he could barely stand firmly, but everyone saw that he didn't even sell the face of the head of the Huashan faction, and knew that it was useless for anyone to go up, so they could only hold their breath and silently hope that the nine swords would be completed soon.

The master of the fog lamp suddenly got up, walked up to Ran in two or three steps and said, "Clearly, the remaining punishment will be accepted by the master for you." ”

Without waiting for him to speak, the old monk raised his sword and fell, and the long sword was deeply inserted into the right rib, revealing the simple and unpretentious half-cut blade from his back.

He shouted, "Master!"

He stretched out his blood-stained left hand and grabbed it on the right arm of the Fog Lantern Master, and said excitedly: "Why are you doing this? It's a disciple who is not good, and it has affected your old man's reputation!"

The fog lamp master's body shook twice, and he smiled: "Idiot."

Stretched out his hand and pointed a little at his chest, and a strong internal force immediately restrained the meridians of his whole body, and the wound gradually stopped bleeding.

He couldn't move, but he opened his mouth and shouted, "Master!"

The fog lamp master didn't answer, turned around and asked the head of the martial academy: "Senior brother, can the door rules say that the disciple makes a mistake, and the master can replace him?"

The head of the martial academy said: "Yes, there is this one." ”

He was wronged by others, and he was not so excited when he inserted the sword into his body, and he didn't even frown, but when he saw the Master of the Fog Lantern dividing the punishment for himself, he did not hesitate to hurt himself with the long sword, and he knew that his heart was surging and he could no longer hold himself.

His eyes were about to split, tears were rolling in his eyes, he wanted to say but felt that his throat was blocked by something hot, he couldn't say anything, and the wounds on his body were still burning and painful, but they were nothing compared to the pain in his heart.

There is a saying that men don't flick when they have tears, just because when they are sad, the master is gracious, even if they are broken bones, they can't repay it!

There was no sound in the hall, and everyone was deeply shocked by the scene in front of them, and they were even more impressed by the awe-inspiring momentum of the Shaolin master and apprentice who regarded death as home.

The fog lamp master drew his long sword and brought out a rain of blood, his expression was still indifferent, but it was extremely warm in his eyes, and he subconsciously shouted: "Master!"

After speaking, he felt that something was wrong, he had been expelled from Shaolin, and he was no longer a Shaolin disciple, so naturally he could no longer call the master of the fog lamp master.

Fog Lantern looked at it and said, "No matter what happens in the future, you will always be my disciple, you were before, you are now, and you will still be in the future."

These words hit Ran Ran's heart, and the tiger's eyes were filled with tears, and he knelt down deeply, and silently kowtowed to the fog lamp master again.

There was a thud on his forehead against the ground, and before he could reach for him to reach up, his thin hand pressed his shoulder.

At this time, many guests gathered around, some came forward to condole, and some took out their own elixir, but they were all rejected by the fog lamp master one by one