Chapter 151 Compromise

"Afraid?" Sikong Bai 's brows furrowed, but he quickly relaxed.

He turned around and glanced at the disciples who lowered their heads, and a cold light flashed in his narrowed eyes.

"Is there anything wrong with being afraid?"

He asked.

"Does Martial Granduncle feel good?" Song Yueming was puzzled by Sikong Bai's reaction.

"Only by knowing fear can you be more obedient. Only by working together can the Exquisite Pavilion take a step forward." Sikong Bai took it for granted.

"But what if Martial Uncle is wrong? Martial Uncle's sword art …" Sikong Baishengsheng interrupted Song Yueming halfway through his words.

'"How can I be wrong? My sword art" Sikong Bai said as the energy around him surged out once again. The boundless true essence swirled around him like a tide. Under the terrifying might, the faces of everyone around them turned pale. Obviously, it was difficult to resist this power. "Can I possess such a powerful strength? Isn't it good for me to pass it on to them?"

As he spoke, Sikong Bai looked at the disciples again. He stretched out his hands and opened them high.

"As long as you are willing, you will one day be able to possess the same strength as this old man."

There was a soul-stirring power wrapped within that voice. It spat out from his mouth. Some of the people who had cultivated the sword scripture immediately emitted bursts of red light. Their gazes that looked up at Sikong Bai also revealed a fanatical expression.

"This" Xu Han and the others exchanged glances, their eyes filled with astonishment.

They had already understood the strange nature of this sword art, but now that they saw this situation, they understood that he had underestimated the power of this sword art. It was as if Sikong Bai could still use the sword art as a guide to control the minds of those who cultivated it. No wonder Sikong Bai ignored the opposition from all sides and vigorously pushed the sword art forward.

Xu Han's gaze towards Si Black grew even more shocked. If this continued, this Exquisite Pavilion would probably really be his own Exquisite Pavilion.

"How is it, kid? Do you understand?" Sikong Bai's face revealed a complacent expression. He enjoyed being surrounded by ten thousand people.

However, after a brief moment of surprise, Song Yueming's expression returned to calm.

"If Martial Granduncle truly believes that there is no problem with such a choice, then there is no need to prove anything to this junior." Song Yueming shook his head and said with a calm voice.

"Junior, I think you are quite bold. Although what you have done is extremely inappropriate, it is also for the sake of the Exquisite Pavilion. I originally wanted to let you off, but if you are so persistent, do you know the consequences?" Sikong Bai's voice became gloomy again.

The atmosphere on the field instantly quieted down again. Anyone could hear it clearly. At this time, Sikong Bai 's killing intent had already stirred.

At that moment, everyone looked at the green-robed youth covered in blood, waiting for his reply.

"As long as you are willing to admit your nonsense and cultivate this old man's sword art, this old man can forget about what happened today and even accept you as a personal disciple and deacon of the same elder." But at the same time as his killing intent surged, Sikong Bai also had a heart of love.

Song Yueming's courage was a thousand times stronger than the crowd of Linglong Pavilion disciples.

Hearing this, the expressions of the crowd immediately became strange.

Lang Chaosha, who had finally stood up in a sorry state, had a ferocious expression on his face. Song Yueming had fought against him time and time again, but now he was actually appreciated by Sikong Bai. If he really agreed, then Song Yueming's position in the Exquisite Pavilion could be said to have jumped a thousand feet, firmly suppressing him by one head.

On the other hand, Xu Han and the others were very worried. If it were them, they could probably agree to Sikong Bai's request in vain. The rest of the plan would be made. However, if this matter fell on Song Yueming, it would be hard to tell. With his unyielding temperament, it would probably be difficult for him to submit so simply.

As a result, the gazes of the crowd fell on him even more eagerly.

However, Song Yueming did not answer Sikong Bai immediately.

He only stared at Sikong Bai with a calm brow. His eyes flickered, but his thoughts returned to the conversation he had last night.

…

"Thank you for your guidance, Martial Uncle. This disciple has already memorized the vital points of that sword art in his heart." The candlelight in the dark room flickered. The youth in green cupped his hands and cupped his hands towards the old man dressed in red. Then, he stood up and was about to leave.

The solemn-looking red-clothed old man silently stared at the green-clothed youth he had never noticed before for a long time.

He seemed to be trying to fill in the gazes that he had previously neglected, and he also seemed to want to remember his appearance in his heart.

However, just as the youth was about to turn around and leave, the red-clothed old man finally opened his mouth.

"This is dangerous. It's more dangerous than lucky, and there are very few things you can do. Have you really thought it through?"

The old man, who had lived for nearly 70 years, spoke with a rare sense of confusion.

Hearing this, the green-robed youth paused for a moment before leaving.

He turned to look at the old man.

'"In the end, there are more mortals than immortals in this world. If an ordinary person like me thinks that I am powerless and hides in the same place, then is there only one thing left in this world, which is stronger and which is weaker? There is no reason to say it anymore?"

The old man frowned and said in a deep voice, "Reason is something that the strong tell the weak. Those who try to change the rules are most likely …"

"Martial Uncle also believes in such a rule?" The youth asked. From his calm eyes, it was hard to tell what he liked and disliked.

Under the gaze of the youth, the red-clothed old man felt a sense of shame in his heart for no reason.

He lowered his head and nodded.

"In the end, things are not as good as people think. Even I can't change them."

"Is that so?" When the youth heard this, he lowered his head, and an expression of disappointment appeared on his face that could not be concealed.

But very quickly, he raised his head again, and the disappointment on his face dissipated.

He suddenly laughed. He laughed very sincerely.

The smile was as bright as a spring breeze.

It was as brilliant as the starlight in the clear sky.

"But, I don't like this kind of world."

The green-robed youth said this, then turned around and resolutely left the room.

…

In front of the Black Dragon Bell on Xuanhe Peak

The youth finally raised his head.

The corners of his mouth curled up like last night.

He looked at Sikong Bai and nodded heavily.

Unexpectedly, he said unreasonably.

"Alright."

…

Life in Niutou Village was not as easy as he had imagined.

Apart from facing the frequent droughts and coldness of the Great Zhou over the years, as well as the beasts in the mountains and forests.

They have even more terrifying enemies.

It is often said that natural disasters are man-made disasters.

The two are not independent, but interrelated.

Natural disasters inevitably led to displacement, hunger and cold.

There is a saying that if you are poor, you will change. If you do not change, you will die.

Thus, Liu Dazhuang led the villagers into Niutou Mountain and used their prey to survive the drought and cold years.

And some people also drilled into Niutou Mountain for the sake of not hunting prey.

A long time ago, Guang Lingui had the idea 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 as peaceful as the broken temple.

Guang Lingui didn't believe it.

But at this moment, he suddenly realized that the old monk had not lied to him.

"Tell me, when will the grain be delivered this month?" At the entrance of the village, the naked man sitting on the date red horse looked coldly at Niu Dazhuang with a proud expression and a long aura.

The surrounding villagers lowered their heads under the man's might, not daring to make a single sound.

"Big Brother Hong, did you remember wrongly? The rations for this month have already been sent over. Is there a misunderstanding?" Liu Dazhuang smiled apologetically, but he moved to the side, blocking Liu Dingdang's figure behind him.

"Is that so? That's for the first half of the month. This daddy will come for the second half of the month." A dozen naked men with sabers behind them raised their eyebrows when they heard this and said frivolously.

"This" Hearing this, Liu Dazhuang's expression froze. Although his heart had long been filled with anger, he still smiled brightly on the surface. "Didn't we already agree on where Big Brother Hong is talking about? When did this ration become half a month after it was handed over every month?"

"When did it change? Today." The naked man said as a matter of course. Then, he changed the topic and a sinister smile appeared in the man's eyes. His gaze crossed Liu Dazhuang's body and he looked at Liu Dingdang, who was frightened to a pale complexion behind him.

Although the 13-year-old girl's body was still young and tender, she still had the embryonic form of a peerless beauty.

'"I've heard that you guys made up a big wild boar in the mountain a few days ago. Half of it was handed over. This month's rations will be considered two. If you don't want to part with it, if you don't betroth your precious daughter to me, you will be my father-in-law in the future. This village will only need to hand over rations once a month. What do you think?" As the naked man spoke, the greed in his eyes grew stronger.

His suggestion caused Liu Dazhuang's expression to change greatly. He knew that it would be difficult to send this pack of jackals away without handing over something. Naturally, it was impossible for him to send his precious daughter to the wolf's den. Therefore, he thought for a while in his heart. There were indeed still a lot of wild boar meat left, half of it. In the future, he would work harder and enter the mountains a few more times. He should be able to survive until the autumn harvest.

Therefore, after pondering for a while, he finally gritted his teeth and nodded.

"Alright." As he said this, he agreed.

…

After the man surnamed Hong had obtained the meat that satisfied him, he led his subordinates and flew away. He did not forget to instruct them to prepare the food they needed to hand over next month under the terrified gazes of the crowd.

"Why did you give it to them?" At that time, Guang Lingui walked to Liu Dazhuang's side and looked at the middle-aged man in confusion.

"What can we do then? Are we not going to give it to him?" The middle-aged man smiled miserably and shook his head helplessly.

"But that was clearly something you took with your life. Should they rely on their own abilities to fight?" The little monk was still puzzled.

When the middle-aged man heard this, he looked at the little monk and shook his head again.

"How can there be so much truth in this world?"

"If you want to live, there are some things you have to learn to compromise."

"Because only those who are alive will have the chance to explain to others those things that did not make sense."

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