Chapter 540

"But..."

Shen Zhenyi looked at the three female disciples calmly, "what's the big deal?"

Chu Huoluo's heart is half cold.

Sure enough... Is it just used as a tool by Shifu? She knew that master had always been cool and thin. She was used to seeing the vicissitudes of life. Naturally, she would not care about the flowers. Her personal destiny was never very important in master's eyes, and he was rarely moved by it.

It was like the elder martial sister ziningjun had been waiting for her master for 400 years in the magic river. The master just said twice and accepted her as a disciple.

——If it's Chu Huoluo, you'll be moved to cry, okay!

But anyway, Chu Huoluo always felt that master treated them differently. Although master repeatedly said that she only accepted disciples to be replaced when she needed to fight, she still felt that master had feelings for them.

——Otherwise, how could you be so good to them?

But now -- does master really care about their life and death?

This is a terrible curse!

Even masters like Huang Jixuan and the three gentlemen can't escape their fate.

Die! of Bitter! no Kam! Speak!

Chu Huoluo shuddered at the thought of these six words.

"Master..."

Chu Huoluo's tears are running down.

Princess long pulled her, "come on, master must have a way to lift the curse."

In her mind, Shen Zhenyi is omnipotent.

It's just a curse. It may be a big thing in the eyes of others, but what does it count in the eyes of third childe Shen?

Chu Huoluo's eyes lit up. Yes, I didn't expect it!

She hurried up and asked Shen Zhenyi, "master, how can this curse be lifted?"

Shen Zhenyi shook his head: "the blood curse is born and can't be lifted."

You're still a disciple!

Chu Huoluo burst into tears. "So... Are we going to die?"

It's terrible to think of it.

Shen Zhenyi smiled: "people are dying. If you want to worry, in fact, people have been cursed by the most terrible curse since they were born. They will grow old and die."

No matter how strong a warrior is, there is a limit to his life.

Ordinary people have been rare for 70 years. Ordinary people who live in martial arts have doubled and lived to 140? Those who live in martial arts may live for thousands of years, but they can't escape death.

Even if it is strong, old and dead, it is just a piece of loess.

From this point of view, people are indeed born with the most terrible curse. In that case, it seems... It's no big deal to eat another curse.

Chu Huoluo subconsciously wanted to nod her head, and then quickly shook her head: "no, master, you're making strong arguments. Of course, people have to die, but violent death and death are completely two concepts."

Shen Zhenyi smiled calmly and looked up at the boundless sky.

"I just want to tell you that even if the curse of 'man is destined to die', some people can find ways to overcome it and get real liberation and freedom. What about a blood curse? I really have no solution, but the fate of the strong is in their own hands, and even the stars can be broken. What about a curse?"

Huh?

Chu Huoluo heard it in the clouds, but it seemed... There was some truth.

Can it be said that master has high hopes for them and thinks that they will become really strong, so he doesn't care about the curse at all?

——I always feel something wrong.

The ghost hair Taoist aside sighed. Up to now, it seems that he can only be so comforted, which makes people feel more comfortable.

The gentleman's wind has been used, so death is just a countdown.

I also blame myself for being talkative. I shouldn't point out this fact. Maybe if I don't care about it, I can live a happier life.

He coughed and interrupted, "it may just be a legend. You don't have to care."

Just now you said it was a legend. Who will believe you?

Chu Huoluo rolled her eyes.

After listening to the ghost hair Taoist priest, he said, "now that Zijian mountain villa has won the competition, you can naturally decide the candidate for the inner city alliance Presbyterian Committee. I don't know how Mr. Shen plans to choose?"

Speaking of this, Wang Pixian, Bai Libi and others also came together and asked, "it is true that now there are nine and twelve families of the inner city alliance. They only abandon the horse of sword mountain villa and follow suit. Please third childe Shen decide on the candidate for the Presbyterian Council, or explain to King Luo."

In fact, it should be Luo Tianwang who came to urge. After all, this is the last step to complete the inner city alliance.

However, the heavenly king association has just lost a game and can't get through the face. Luo Da's heavenly king is angry. Of course, he won't come to beg for this boring. He just let them decide for themselves.

——Shen Zhenyi doesn't dare to leave a seat for the heavenly king!

As for other sects, such as tujiwa dogs, he didn't pay attention at all.

Shen Zhenyi was careless and asked, "everyone, I don't know what the Presbyterian Council does. Who can explain it to me?"

Don't you know you're still fighting?

Wang Pixian, Bai Libi, and many other masters of the clan are all in a state of bewilderment. Well, it's thanks to your courage in abandoning sword mountain villa. It's lucky that three female disciples got the unique skill of gentleman's style.

Now that Zijian mountain villa holds the Presbyterian seat, it means that it has mastered less than half of the power of the inner city alliance. Who can not give them face, even King Luo will only try to win over.

Thinking of this, Wang Pixian's attitude was more respectful and said with a smile: "when third childe Shen first came to the inner city, he really didn't know the rules of the main gate in the inner city. In fact, it's very simple. In one case, it's natural to respect the patriarch. Although our inner city alliance has not been completely united, he also followed its example and took King Luo as the leader of the alliance. He said nothing."

"But after all, the patriarch is the person with the highest martial arts in the sect. He has more time to practice martial arts or deal with strong enemies. Of course, someone should be responsible for the daily affairs of the sect. The Presbyterian Council is the organization to deal with these chores."

This is determined by the abnormal patriarchal system of the seven wounded world.

The martial arts realm of the patriarch is generally the only highest, which is a strong man supported by the power of one sect.

His duty is to guard the sect and cultivate martial arts.

The world's strong man is respected. Of course, he has the greatest power, but he doesn't have so much time to exercise his power.

So the Presbyterian Church came into being.

Shen Zhenyi nodded, indicating that he understood.

"In this way, it's simple. The candidates for the Presbyterian Council are ready-made."

He smiled mysteriously and glanced at the patriarchs.

Wang Pixian and others were overjoyed and thought he was going to choose the sect leaders as elders. Unexpectedly, Shen Zhenyi was absent-minded and said, "let me form a Presbyterian Council with three disciples. Three people are enough, and it's easy to decide the outcome by voting."

Are you kidding? Wang Pixian's chin is falling off.