Chapter 19

Ling Yun's right hand was on his back, and his left hand held the hilt of the sword. He looked around, and his mouth was slightly tilted up

At the beginning, he deliberately let people think that he was half useless. Now it seems impossible for him to hide. If so many people look at him, it would be a troublesome thing to let Wuyuan know.

But Ling Yun doesn't want to reason now. He wants to use the principles of monks to talk with them?

"You want to die?" The young man held the sword upside down and put it behind his back, "I will help you."

In the battle of sword cultivation, there is no difference between victory and defeat, only between life and death.

Ling Yun didn't know why so many monks came to Liangcheng in such a short time. There should be other reasons for that. It's just that it's hard for him to ride a tiger. He can't step back.

"I just want you to apologize to the mother and son." Ling Yun's long sword has come out of its sheath. The friars cultivate their aura and take gifts from heaven and earth.

The scholar cultivates the spirit of Haoran and takes the aura of books and words.

At this time, the sword Qi on the 13th floor of his body turns into a dragon. Originally, he wandered around, but gradually disappeared, but suddenly appeared. On the head of the dragon, there was a little man in a Confucian shirt with a gentle smile and noble spirit. Ling Yun could not notice the change.

But in the next moment!

There is a sword light to point at the heart of youth!

The young man picked up the sword and blocked Ling Yun's sword, but he didn't expect that Ling Yun's sword was fast and fierce, heavy and poisonous!

His long sword was bent, and he was pressed back three steps by Lingyun!

Ling Yun immediately took back his sword, but he didn't turn around. The sword had arrived, and he pulled out a sword flower in his younger generation, "Ding!"

With a light sound, a steel needle fell to the ground. The young man seized the opportunity and cut it vertically. Ling Yun swept back with one leg, turned over and fell downstairs. The young man was powerful, whirled in the air, and his sword was fierce. He wanted to nail Ling Yun to the ground!

Ling Yun frowned tightly. Who was it in the dark?

The wooden sword in Lingyun's hand suddenly burst out with fierce momentum. It's a little arrogant. It's hard to invade the law!

His left hand sword was replaced by his right hand sword. With one sword, it was like the meteorite falling into the sea and setting off a huge wave!

There is a sea over the sky!

If the spirit is mellow, you can hear the sound of the surging waves!

"Boom!"

When the two swords collide, the young man and Ling Yun fly out, and Ling Yun turns over in mid air to release his power. However, the young man is a little embarrassed and breaks the second floor. He is in a dilemma and his hair is scattered.

After Lingyun fell to the ground, he stepped out. The light of the lake was fleeting. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of the young man. The long sword pointed at the young man's eyebrow and said, "if you lose, can you apologize?"

The young man blushed and snorted heavily. He went to the grassroots mother and son and said, "sorry, I occupied your room. This is your compensation."

He took out a gold bar and put it on Cuihua's hand.

It's the rule of Jianxiu to compete with each other, regardless of life or death, but to win or lose, is the fight between gentlemen.

Naturally, the young man also noticed that someone had secretly tried to kill Ling Yun by his hand, so he felt sorry at this time, "have a chance to compete again!"

"Yes."

Ling Yun's long sword returned to its sheath. "It's impolite!"

He bowed to the young man to show that he was rude, and he really spoke a little more seriously. But Ling Yun didn't feel guilty. He just said the truth from their point of view. His skill was inferior to others. Naturally, I was right.

At this time, he Zhang came to him in a hurry. He was a Confucian sage and had a reputation. Although he did not practice, he did not give up his six skills of riding and shooting, so he was not red and breathless.

Not long after he went back, he heard that there was a dispute among the monks in the inn. One of the protagonists was a Confucian student. He just came to the inn nonstop. When he saw Ling Yun, he gave a gasp in his heart. Who ate bear heart and leopard gall? Who do you have to ask for trouble?

You know, Mr. Ling Yun is a real Confucian sage. After the most sage and the first teacher, he is regarded as a sub saint of Mencius!

If Ling Yun is really here, there are many students, even if he doesn't investigate his fault. Although there are no direct disciples, there are also some registered disciples. They must investigate, but it's not only that he will be held accountable by the Academy. The whole Liangcheng, even the whole Zhao and song dynasties, will not be better.

"What's the matter?" He Zhang came in in his official uniform and said, "have you forgotten the rules between the practice world and the secular world?"

"It's just an ordinary contest, adults don't need to be angry," Ling Yun raised his mouth slightly and spilled a trace of blood. "It's my fight of spirit after all."

Ling Yun sighs in his heart. He has to pretend to be injured after winning, which makes people feel a little uncomfortable.

He Zhang snorted heavily. He had just received a secret order from the imperial court. There are more and more people coming and going to Liangcheng overseas. Moreover, Tianyi academy has sent a Confucian scholar with a gentleman's reputation to preside over the overall situation, so as not to affect the people of Zhao and Song dynasties.

"If you want to make trouble in Liangcheng, don't blame me for being rude!" He Zhang said coldly that as a Confucian sage, he had the courage to challenge these friars.

Ling Yun explained to he Zhang in a low voice what it was because of.

At this time, a woman came out and stood on the second floor, looking down at Ling Yun and he Zhang, "I asked them to come out of the room. If you are not satisfied with this, you can find me."

Ling Yun looks up at the woman with the veil. He can't see her face clearly. Her figure is protruding forward and backward. It's just that she is arrogant in her words.

He Zhang said indifferently: "since we are in the secular world, we still have to abide by the secular rules."

"Before that, the young man around you had already reasoned with the principles of the practice world, so use the principles of the practice world to reason." The woman said indifferently.

Ling Yun twisted his neck, took out the sugar gourd and continued to eat. Since he Zhang came, he didn't have to say any more. Anyway, he would never do anything next.

In fact, it is very common for a Confucian to use a sword. However, if he defeats a Jian Xiu, it proves that the Confucian's strength is extraordinary, and his noble spirit must be incomparably pure.

He Zhang was also surprised that Ling Yun could defeat a sword cultivation. In fact, Confucian students did not prohibit cultivation, but there was a conflict between aura and noble spirit. The more detailed generals should be difficult to control, so few people merged the two. However, this is not to say that there is a difference between the strong and the weak between Qi refiners and Confucian students. Cultivation depends on the individual.

He Zhang's hands were on his back, and his tone was severe. "Now that the matter has been exposed, there is no need to mention it again."

"I listen to the face of Yue Zong, is it so easy to expose?" The woman said in a cold voice.

Listen to yuezong!

This is a big school in Kyushu, and the only one in nanyezhou that ends with the word "three sects". There are countless talents in the school. They are all sects with extraordinary territory. They have been handed down for thousands of years and have a rich foundation. Even in today's Zhao and Song Dynasties, they dare not offend tingyue sect easily.

He Zhang's face changed slightly. "So, according to your meaning, is it to fight with this young man?"

Ling Yun bit a sugar gourd and raised his mouth slightly? I can't do that. I can only read two books and write. I can't fight. "

He stepped back two steps and stood behind he Zhang to show that he did not intend to fight any more.

"Then, do you want the mother and the son to treat you

A woman's eyes are cold.

The onlookers all have a good look at the drama. The Confucian student, with his noble spirit and pure spirit, should be the seed of Confucian reading. They don't know what kind of scholar's spirit and style they read.

Lingyun stood beside the grass-roots mother and son again. The little guy pulled Lingyun's sleeve in fear and said in a low voice: "big brother, it's all our fault."

The voice choked.

"What have I done?" Ling Yun raised his head and asked, "it's because you listen to yuezong's people occupy the mother and son's room, and I compete with him. He lost and apologized, and you listen to yuezong's face

"Yes

The woman has no taboo answer.

Ling Yun laughs. Is this unreasonable the practice world of Confucianism? There is no obvious boundary between worldliness and practice. Even in some places, monks are inferior to mortals.

"So you mean that the mother and the son deserve to be forced to occupy the room?"

Lingyun tone can not hear any of the emotions, just calm asked.

"It's natural for mortals to let practitioners. It's natural for our generation of friars to guard against the invasion of demons and enjoy some preferential treatment."

It's a convention.

Ling Yun even thought it was absurd and said with a sneer: "the friar fought against heaven for his life, in order to live a long life, to get rid of the five elements and six ways, and to be at ease. This is to take the excess of heaven and earth, but to damage the deficiency of mortals. To guard against the demons in the mountains and dangerous places, it should be, indeed it should be."

"It's just that they can't practice because of their lack of talent." The woman said indifferently.

Ling Yun shakes his sleeve robe. He Zhang looks at Ling Yun sideways. In fact, this issue has been debated among the three religions, friars and mortals for thousands of years. But if we really want to say what the result is, each of them has its own reason.

Ling Yun said in a soft voice: "if everyone in the world can practice, why don't you treat mortals better than you treat them now? In the end, it's about strength. "

"If so, why do Confucianists need to set rules, why do Taoists preach the Dharma, why do Buddhists cross all living beings, everyone practices, and everyone seeks to live forever. Yesterday you were against me, and I was lucky to escape. When I come back, I will cut you under the sword. There are no rules, the world is in chaos, and demons are rampant. What do you want in practice?"

"Besides, those who don't know the time of practice and resist demons, I also do something. They have no home to return to, or they die in the battlefield, or they die in the camp. They are all famous places of their predecessors, or they are expelled by you. In this case, you enjoy a world without demons in the rear. Who gives you the face to say what you deserve now?"

Ling Yun finished, and ate a sugar gourd, face teasing.

He Zhang coughed twice. Ling Yun's words have already touched the pain of most monks. If we go on, this remark will bring death to them.

Ling Yun swallowed two sugar gourds and sneered: "some of you will say why do I say that? You haven't been to the battlefield, have you? I am a Confucian student. According to your principles, I can also enjoy the shade of Confucian spirit, can't I? "

"Smart teeth," the woman frowned, and there was a murderous chance, "in that case, you are going to fight with me today?"

"I haven't thought about it. You threatened me just now!"

Ling Yun also moved to kill the heart, his killing heart move, the whole person becomes very strange, but suddenly, in his mind a flash, the restless killing heart suddenly disappeared, Ling Yun secretly shriveled mouth, he himself is not aware of his change, but for those who pay attention to him, it is like seeing the sky, dare not look directly at.

Even he Zhang felt that the pressure increased abruptly. After Lingyun's sudden death, it was the most terrible thing.

……

On the sea of clouds, the neighbor of the drunkard, who was lying on the white clouds and drinking, belched and muttered: "it's not a waste of my efforts to cause this boy's killing heart at this time. It's very bad."