Hidden Blade Chapter 120: Compromise
"Afraid?" Si blank space frowned, but he soon relaxed again.
He rolled his eyes and glanced at the disciples who bowed their heads again, and there was a certain cold light flashing in his squinted eyes.
"Are you afraid of something wrong?"
he asked.
"Uncle Shi feels good?" Song Yueming was very confused by Si Bailan's reaction.
"If you know how to be afraid, you will be better obedient. Only by one mind can Linglong Pavilion go further." Si Baikong said it for granted.
"But what if Uncle Shi is wrong? Uncle Shi's sword technique..." Song Yueming was interrupted by Si Baisheng when he said halfway.
"How could I be wrong? My sword technique..." Si Baikong said as the power of his body rushed out again, the majestic true essence swayed around him like a tide, in the midst of that terrible power Next, everyone around them paled, and it was obviously difficult to resist this force. "I can have such a powerful force, isn't it good for the old man to pass it on to them?"
said that Si blank space looked at the disciples again, his hands stretched out and opened high.
"As long as you are willing, one day you can also have the same power as an old man."
There is a breathtaking power hidden in the line, and spit out from his mouth. Some of those who have practiced sword art suddenly burst into red light, and they looked up at Si Bailan. Fanaticism also appeared in his eyes.
"This..." Xu Han and the others looked at each other, their eyes were full of surprise.
They knew about the weirdness of this sword art before, but now they realized that when they saw this situation, he had far underestimated the power of this sword art. It seems that Si blank space can still use sword tactics as a traction to control the minds of those who practice this sword tactic. It is no wonder why Si blank spaces vigorously promote this sword tactic despite the opposition of all parties.
, who wanted to understand this, Xu Han's gaze at the blank space became more and more horrified. If this goes on, this Linglong Pavilion may really be the Linglong Pavilion of his own blank space.
"How about it, kid, do you understand?" Si Bailan's face showed a triumphant look, and he enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded by thousands of people.
But after a brief astonishment, Song Yueming's expression returned to calm again.
"If Uncle Master 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 his head and said, her voice flat.
"Junior, I think you are quite courageous. Although what you have done is extremely inappropriate, it is also for Linglong Pavilion. I originally wanted to let you go. But if you are so obsessed, do you know the consequences?" Si Bailan's voice became gloomy again.
The atmosphere on the court suddenly fell silent again, and anyone could understand that Si blank space had already moved to kill.
Everyone looked at the **** blue shirt boy at that moment, waiting for his answer.
"As long as you are willing to admit that you are slanderous, and are willing to practice the old man's swordsmanship, the old man can disregard what happened today, and he can even accept you as a personal disciple, the same as the elder and deacon." But at the same time the murderous heart surges , Si blank space also had a love for talent.
Song Yueming's courage is thousands of times stronger than that of Linglong Pavilion disciples full of seats, if it is used by him, it would be a help.
Hearing this, everyone's expressions suddenly became weird.
Lang Chaosha, who finally stood up in embarrassment, had a grim face. Song Yueming opposed him twice, and now he has won the appreciation of Si blank. If he really agrees, then Song Yueming's position in Linglong Pavilion can be said to be He jumped a thousand feet and pressed his head steadily.
and Xu Han and others are very worried. If they are replaced by them, they can probably think of falsehoods, agree to the blankness of the subordinates, and make plans for the rest. But if this matter falls on Song Yueming, it is difficult to tell. Now, with his temperament rather than bending, I am afraid it is difficult to submit to it so simply.
Therefore, everyone's eyes fell more and more eagerly on him.
But Song Yueming did not answer Secretary Blank at the first time.
He just looked at Si blankly with a deep brow, his eyes flickering, but his thoughts returned to the conversation last night.
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"Thanks to my uncle for teaching, the disciple has already remembered the key points of the sword technique in my heart." The dim room was swayed by candlelight, and the young man in the green shirt arched his hands towards the old man in the red shirt, and then stood up. If you lose your body, you have to leave.
The old man in red with a solemn expression silently stared at the young man in blue shirt, who he had hardly noticed before, for a long time.
He seems to be trying to make up for the gaze he has ignored in the past at this moment, and it seems that he wants to remember his appearance in the bottom of his heart.
But finally, when the young man was about to turn around and leave, the old man in red finally opened his mouth.
"This is dangerous, and there are many things that are bad, and there are very few things you can do. Have you really thought about it?"
The old man who has lived for nearly seventy years, his tone is filled with a little confusion.
The boy in the blue shirt heard the words, and his leaving body paused.
He turned his eyes and glanced at the old man.
"There are more mortals in the world than immortals. If ordinary people like Song think that they are powerless and hide in place, will the things in the world only leave the strong and the weak, and there is no reason to say?"
"The truth is... after all, the strong told the weak. Those 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 boy asked, and it was hard to tell the likes and dislikes in his heart from his calm eyes.
Under the gaze of the young man, the old man in red felt a sense of shame for no reason.
He lowered his head and nodded heavily.
"The world is not as good or bad after all, even I can hardly change it."
"Really?" Hearing this, the young man lowered his head, a look of unconcealable loss appeared on his face.
But soon, he raised his head again, the loss of his face dissipated.
He laughed suddenly, and laughed very real.
The smile is bright like a spring breeze.
is as brilliant as the stars in the clear sky.
"But, I don't like this world."
said the boy in the green shirt, and then turned around and left the door decisively.
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In front of Xuanlong Bell on Hanging River Peak.
The boy's low head finally lifted up.
Like last night, the corners of his mouth twitched.
He looked at Si Bailan and nodded heavily.
As expected, he said unreasonably.
"Good."
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Life in Niutou Village is not as easy as imagined.
In addition to facing the drought and cold that have frequently passed through the year in the past few years, as well as the beasts in the mountains and forests.
They have even more terrifying enemies.
People in the world often say natural disasters and man-made disasters.
The two are not independent, but related to each other.
Natural disasters will inevitably lead to displacement, hunger and cold.
There is a way to be poor, and then change, and change means death.
So Liu Dazhuang led the villagers into Niutou Mountain, and lived through the drought and cold years with the prey in the mountain.
And some people also got into Niutoushan, not for prey.
A long time ago, Guanglin ghost had thought 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 people could eat people, and it was not safer than in a ruined temple.
Guanglin ghost doesn't believe it.
But at this moment, he suddenly discovered that the old monk did not lie to him.
"Let's say, when will the food for this month be delivered?" At the entrance of the village, the naked man sitting on the laurel horse looked at the big bull with a haughty expression and a long breath.
The villagers around him lowered their heads under the man’s power, and did not dare to make a half-minute noise.
"Did Brother Hong remember it wrong? This month's small ration was sent by someone long ago. Is there any misunderstanding in this?" Liu Dazhuang smiled, but he moved aside. He blocked Liu Dingdang's figure behind him.
"Really? That was in the first half of the month, I will come in the second half of the month." Behind him, more than a dozen naked men with swordsman raised their brows and said frivolously. .
"This..." Hearing this, Liu Dazhuang's expression stagnated. Although his heart was already filled with anger, he was still smiling on the surface. "Brother Hong, didn't we have already said about where this is? When this ration is handed in every month, when will it become half a month?"
"When did it change? Today." The naked man said naturally, and then the conversation turned, the smirk appeared in the man's eyes, his gaze crossed Liu Dazhuang's body, and he was frightened when he looked behind him. It was Liu Dingdang who was already pale.
The thirteen-year-old girl is still a little immature in her body, but she has some rudiments of a stunning beauty.
"I heard that you made up a big wild boar in the mountains a few days ago. If you hand over half of it, you will have two rations for this month. If you can’t bear it, don’t you let me be your baby girl. It's my father-in-law~IndoMTL.com~This village, he will only need to hand in rations once a month. What do you think?" The naked man said so, his eyes became more greedy.
His proposal made Liu Dazhuang's complexion drastically changed. He knew that it would be difficult to send these wolves away if he didn't hand over something for his sake. Naturally, it is impossible for him to send his precious daughter into the wolf den, so he calculated a little bit in his heart. The wild boar he had hit a few days ago is indeed still a lot, and half of the boar is sold. In the future, he will be more diligent and more. Entering the mountain a few times, it should be a day to make it to the autumn harvest.
Therefore, after thinking about it, he gritted his teeth and nodded.
"Okay," he said like this, and he agreed.
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After the man surnamed Hong took the meat that satisfied him, he led the pawns under his hands and flew away, not forgetting the fearful eyes of the people and telling them to prepare for the next month. Food handed in.
"Why give them something?" Guanglin Gui walked to Liu Dazhuang's side and looked at the middle-aged man in confusion.
"What can you do? Don't you give it?" The middle-aged man smiled miserably and shook his head helplessly.
"But that is clearly something you took with your life. Shouldn't they rely on their own ability to fight it?" The little monk was still puzzled.
The middle-aged man looked at the little monk when he heard the words, and shook his head again.
"How can there be so much truth in the things in this world?"
"If people want to live, they have to learn to compromise..."
"Because only those who are alive have the opportunity to tell people the truths that were once unreasonable..."