There are tens of millions of Dharma bodies, and you call this entry-level?

On the road again, the team became eight people.

The Li father and son, Jian Yibai, Tao Xuanyi, Nie Wushuang, and three loyal disciples who would rather accompany the Chaoyin Pavilion plaque to the bottom of the river.

After the previous scene, the atmosphere became much more depressed.

Everyone hurried forward along the mountain road in silence. After walking more than ten miles, Li Yunpeng's voice sounded indignantly.

"Father, I don't understand!"

"What don't you understand?"

After the previous scene, Li Yanzhen seemed to be soft-hearted.

He was not as harsh on his son as before, and responded in a gentle tone.

"Why did father let those guys leave?"

"Even if we want to let these ungrateful guys leave, we should talk about it when we get to Qixia Town. If there are some guys with ulterior motives targeting us, once we catch them, I don't think they can keep their mouths shut!"

Li Yanzhen was silent for a moment.

Just when Li Yunpeng thought he would not answer, he said.

"You think your father doesn't understand this? Your father has crossed more bridges than you have walked. How can he not understand this truth? It's just... Yunpeng! You don't have to be too harsh on your fellow disciples. They have been able to stick with us until now, and they have done nothing wrong to us!"

"The rule that once you enter the Sword Gate, you will be a slave for life, and if you have second thoughts, you will be wiped out, does not exist in our Chaoyin Pavilion!"

"That's the bullshit rule of the Yizi Electric Sword Gate!"

After saying that, Li Yanzhen laughed.

"Since we can't bear it, it's better to part ways. As for your worries, they do exist, but..."

"Isn't the sword of our Chaoyin Pavilion disadvantageous?"

The conversation between the father and son was transmitted to the team.

For the disciples who stayed, they just felt that they followed the right person. The master treated those disciples who were separated like this, so naturally he would not be harsh on them.

The black and white swords agreed with Li Yanzhen's style of doing things, and the expressions on their faces completely revealed their thoughts.

Originally, they were also such people.

Nie Wushuang smiled in his heart.

Is it right to do this?

Definitely!

It conforms to the good customs and conscience of mankind.

However, he also understood the reason why Chaoyin Pavilion was declining. If the leader of a sect acted like this, adhering to the chivalrous heart and emphasizing benevolence and morality, then, like Duke Xiang of Song in his previous life, he could only end up...

There is no righteous war in the Spring and Autumn Period!

In this world, the fighting between sects is even more cruel and bad than that in the Spring and Autumn Period.

Good people don't live long, this is not a joke, but a certain reality.

However, Nie Wushuang admires such people, which is why he could have disappeared alone, but was willing to follow the black and white swords to the south. He didn't want these two people to end up badly.

I thought I would leave after escorting them to Tiandu Mountain.

I didn't want to be interested in kendo, so I stayed without going anywhere, and continued to stay with the couple.

Birds of a feather flock together.

Jian Yibai, Tao Xuanyi, Li Yanzhen, and Li Yunpeng are all the same kind of people!

What about myself?

Nie Wushuang also wanted to ask himself.

It is said that when a swordsman reaches a certain level, he will start a journey of self-examination and must find his own true path before he can continue.

This is the way of the sword!

His own path?

What could it be?

For the time being, Nie Wushuang has no idea.

Hiding during the day and traveling at night!

During the day, he hid in a valley to rest, eating dry food, meat patties and grain patties prepared in advance, plus mountain spring water. They were not ordinary people, and the worst were internal force martial artists, so this bit of hardship was no problem.

At night, he hurried on the road, taking the small mountain roads, not the main roads, and not passing through towns.

He couldn't be more cautious.

A few days later, the group was about to arrive at a place.

Liangfengya.

Passing through here, going up the mountain, they came to a place called Qixia Mountain, where Qixia Town and Qixia Sword School were located.

The entire Qixia Town was the territory of Qixia Sword School.

After Liangfeng Pass, all the red maple trees are planted in Qixia Mountain. If the sunset falls, the whole mountain is red, as if the red clouds are living here. Therefore, the Qixia Sword School is named after Qixia Mountain, and the swordsmanship style of Qixia Sword School is also like this, brilliant as clouds.

The group is more than ten miles away from Liangfeng Pass.

At this time, the sky is already bright.

In the past, they should rest and wait for the night to fall before crossing Liangfeng Pass.

However, they are about to reach their destination, and they also saw some Qixia disciples wearing clothes that look like red clouds along the way, so there is no need to do this.

The group left the forest and came to the main road, heading towards Liangfeng Pass.

When they reached the foot of the mountain, a group of Qixia disciples wearing red clouds came over, talking and laughing. They met on the left and it was difficult to avoid them.

"Let them pass first..."

Li Yanzhen said.

So, these disciples of Chaoyin Pavilion gave way to the side of the road.

One hand was raised in front of the chest to salute first, and the right hand was placed on the hilt of the sword. This is often the case when swordsmen meet each other.

"Where are you from? Why are you coming to my Qixia Sword Sect?"

The group of people on the opposite side did not walk over directly, but stopped, discussed for a few words, and came to them.

Someone stood up to ask.

"We are from Chaoyin Pavilion and come to participate in the Eight Directions Sword Meeting."

Li Yanzhen answered.

"Eight Directions Sword Meeting?"

"It will be held in two months!"

"You came so early? There is nothing to eat at home, so you come to Qixia Sword Sect to eat?"

The man said with a smile.

Li Yanzhen lowered his head in embarrassment.

Just as he lowered his head, a sword light flew over, and at the same time, a voice roared in his ear, killing them all!

Not good!

Black swordsmen!

They are black swordsmen disguised as disciples of Qixia Sword Sect.

The so-called black swordsmen are similar to the existence of a killer group, similar to the Fengyu Tower in Qinghe County, but Fengyu Tower is a killer organization under Boling Cui, while the black swordsmen are an independent organization that specializes in doing things for money.

More pure than Fengyu Tower.

Although Li Yanzhen had made a judgment, he reacted a step slower.

The guy who swung the sword at him was at the same level as him. The true energy on the sword was icy and piercing, similar to the Ice Sword Sect, but different from it. There was also a trace of strange aura in it. This strange aura was corrosive, so that the true energy on his Bihai Chaoyin sword could not expand.

He could only passively take the beating!

If he was like this, the disciples must be even worse!

Li Yanzhen was extremely angry, but he did not dare to be distracted at all. He knew very well that distraction meant death!

Therefore, he did not see the battle.

If he had seen it, he would have been as dumbfounded as Li Yunpeng and other disciples.

The black and white swords were good at life-and-death battles. Although they were caught off guard, they did not fall into a disadvantage and barely blocked the two swordsmen.

Li Yunpeng and the other three disciples were not able to do so.

Those who surrounded and killed them were all at the level of Earthly Evil True Man.

The true energy on the sword was so strong that they could not resist it.

However, they were unable to draw their swords, because the sword energy in the sky was blocked by a long sword, just like an iron chain across the river. They simply made a few sword moves and blocked the sky-high sword energy outside, deviating from the target.

The swordsman was Nie Wushuang.