Chapter 175 Not Negative At The Beginning Of One's Heart

Deep into the night.

Dark clouds covered the night sky, and no starlight could be seen.

The youth dressed in a large purple robe arrived at the manor gate on the peak of the Chongju Peak with a murderous look in his eyes.

He pushed away the disciple who was trying to stop him and hurriedly walked into the manor.

The disciples of the Sword Hall looked at each other and finally put away their thoughts of entering the manor to chase after the recently influential Sword Hall Master.

There was no one in the Dark Palace Sect. The disciples that they had served in the past seemed to have been dismissed by the sect master today, not even lit a candle.

The youth walked in a hurry. In the empty courtyard, only his footsteps could be heard, clear and lonely.

Finally, he quickly walked to the inner mansion and pushed open the door. In the unique courtyard of the mansion, a red-robed old man and a white-browed, black-haired middle-aged man sat opposite each other at a stone table in the courtyard.

Both of them had wine glasses in front of them, and they had obviously drank quite a bit.

"Martial Uncle, Sect Leader" This scene caused the purple-robed youth to be slightly stunned, but he still bowed respectfully to the two of them.

"Why are you free to come here?" At that moment, the two of them turned their heads and looked at the respectful purple-robed youth. Among them, the man with white eyebrows and black hair asked.

"Master imprisoned several sect representatives who were unwilling to agree to their request yesterday. This disciple thought that this matter was inappropriate and humiliated our Exquisite Pavilion, so he came to discuss this matter with the two of you." The purple-robed youth said.

"Men Feng?" The white-browed, black-haired man laughed coldly when he heard this. "It's a pity that my Exquisite Pavilion still has some sect style to speak of right now."

"A sect that can be associated with the Longevity Division? It should be considered a martial arts scum, right?" When the man said this, he smiled again. There was actually a trace of madness on his face.

"Is the sect leader going to give up?" The purple-robed youth seemed to recognize the frustration in the man's words. He asked uneasily.

"Give up?" The man turned to look at the youth. "Ning Zhumang had lived for so many years, but he never knew how to write these two words."

"Then what is the headmaster planning to do?" Hearing this, the youth's expression turned joyful as he hurriedly asked.

"If Martial Uncle continues to act so recklessly, the Linglong Pavilion will not lose its inheritance. It will also have the reputation that the ancestors of the past few decades have painstakingly built up." At this time, the red-clothed old man stood up after finishing his last glass of wine and said in a deep voice. "Killing Emperor Taiyuan? Saving lives? That's ridiculous."

With Zhu Xian's wolf ambition, wouldn't he be able to support himself if he died? However, would he be able to live in the Great Zhou Empire? At that time, there would surely be countless chaotic armies with the title of Qinwang, adding together the external and internal troubles. They wouldn't be able to save lives, much less the Linglong Pavilion. At that moment, Ning Zhumang calmly took over the conversation.

The purple-robed youth sensed something. He asked, "Is Martial Uncle and Sect Leader preparing to take action ahead of time?"

"There is no inheritance, but we still have to find a way to preserve this reputation." The red-clothed old man suddenly laughed.

"What do you mean?" The purple-robed youth was confused. "Has Martial Uncle found the weakness of the Great Defying Sword Scripture?"

It was the same night, He came to the manor and asked the old man how to break the situation. The old man told him that when his master, the Radiant Extreme Sword Immortal, cultivated this technique, he entered the Devil Realm. Several of the Immortals of the original sect were defeated by the Radiant Extreme Sword Immortal. At that time, they were rushing over to search for the Great Evolution Sword Technique-the Great Ocean Sword Technique-but they had grasped the flaws of the Great Defying Sword Scripture. Only with his help did Zhong Changhen kill his master.

The best way to deal with Sikong Bai was to find the flaws in the Great Defying Sword Scripture.

That was why Song Yueming had joined Sikong Bai in order to obtain the complete Great Defying Sword Scripture so that Zhong Changhen could comprehend the sword scripture.

At this moment, he looked at Ning Zhumang and Zhong Changhen's expressions and thought that they had already found a flaw in the Great Defying Sword Scripture.

"How could it be so fast?" However, Zhong Changhen shook his head helplessly.

"Then what are Martial Uncle and Headmaster going to do?" Hearing this, Song Yueming felt even more puzzled.

Ning Zhumang narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "We can't kill Sikong Bai, but we can kill Zhu Longqi!"

"This!" Even Song Yueming did not expect the two of them to have such a plan. He was immediately stunned.

"Zhu Longqi is not the only one who came to Linglong Pavilion this time. There are also several descendants of Longlong Pavilion's rulers. If they die in Linglong Pavilion and die in our hands, then no matter how Sikong Bai lobbied, he would not believe it. In this way, the cooperation between Linglong Pavilion and Longlong Pavilion will be impossible. In this way, my Linglong Pavilion's reputation will be preserved. "

However, if Master found out about this matter, he would definitely … Song Yueming frowned. This plan was not so much a fish in a net as a free death. With Sikong Bai's current temperament, he knew that Ning Zhumang and Zhong Changhen had done such a thing. The consequences could be imagined.

"Naturally, he will die." Ning Zhu Mango said.

"But the Linglong Pavilion is still in Master's hands. This reputation …" Song Yueming did not understand the meaning of this plan. However, before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Zhong Changhen.

"It's up to you." Zhong Changhen laughed at that time.

"Look at me?" The youth was puzzled.

At that time, an incomparably benevolent smile appeared on the world-famous Sword Dao Grandmaster's face.

'"He thinks that you can completely control yourself by cultivating the Great Defying Sword Scripture, but I have modified the technique that allows you to control your mind. The Great Defying Sword Scripture that you cultivate does not have this drawback, and he doesn't know about it. After we die, you have to stay by his side and find a suitable opportunity to replace us."

"Kill him!"

Hearing this, Song Yueming's expression instantly changed. He could tell that the two of them were determined to die, and that they were not willing to let him participate in this matter. However, as he watched the two of them die, how could he do it?

"Disciple is unwilling. Disciple wants to go with the two Martial Uncles! It's death …"

"Yueming." However, his words were interrupted by Zhong Changhen again. The old man's voice became incomparably gentle at that moment. It was as if the elders were looking at their satisfied descendants with a gratified smile on their faces.

"Huh?" Song Yueming was stunned.

"Remember, the inheritance of the Exquisite Pavilion is not the number one sect in the world, nor is it the size of the mountain, the number of disciples, but the will."

"Ever since a thousand years ago, the will of the founding ancestor to heal the wounded and save the dead has been hanging in the air."

"As long as you remember this, even if there is only one person alive, the Linglong Pavilion will be alive."

The old man said slowly. Before Song Yueming could say anything, his hand lightly tapped on Song Yueming's neck. The youth's body suddenly paused, and he fell to the ground like a puppet that had lost its lifting thread, fainting.

Zhong Changhen extended his hand to support the fainted youth and carefully placed his body on the ground.

At that time, the two of them stared at the youth who seemed to have fallen asleep for a while. Then, almost at the same time, the two of them looked at each other and smiled. They took large strides and walked out of the manor together.

…

When the two of them walked out of the manor.

The sky that had been brewing for a long time let out a rumbling sound, and finally a heavy rain fell.

Raindrops the size of golden beads formed a curtain in the night.

Outside the manor, the soldiers who were in charge of guarding the manor had been dismissed at an unknown time.

Only the seven-star black-robed dragon stood quietly in the rain and watched the two of them walk out of the manor.

The rain landed on his body, but he had no intention of erecting a True Essence Barrier. Instead, he allowed the rain to wet the ends of his hair and clothes.

His arrival clearly exceeded Ning Zhumang and Zhong Changhen's expectations. The two of them looked at Long Congyun in surprise.

The gazes of the three of them crossed the rain curtain and met in the night.

Apart from the sound of the rain, the world seemed to be silent.

"What about the child?" Finally, Long Congyun broke the silence and asked. The heavy voice pierced through the noisy rain and was clearly heard by the two of them.

"I'm asleep." Ning Zhumang replied, his eyes full of vigilance.

Long Congyun was stunned, but he quickly nodded. "Mm, if we keep him, there might be a chance for us to change."

"What about the two of you? Where are you going?" He asked.

"Go where you should go and do what you need to do." Ning Zhumang said.

Long Congyun saw that he wasn't willing to confess, but he wasn't angry. He smiled and said, "Martial Uncle practiced the Great Defying Sword Scripture. Back then, Martial Uncle Mangji practiced this method and almost destroyed the Exquisite Pavilion. The two of you probably wouldn't be his opponents."

"Then what I can do, I thought for a moment. It seems that only by killing the Crown Prince Zhu can I suspend Martial Uncle's insane plan."

At this point, Long Congyun looked at the two of them and said, "This is a drastic plan. If Martial Uncle finds out, I'm afraid …"

"What? You want to claim credit?" Ning Zhumang raised his eyebrows, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

The killing intent was almost unconcealed, but Long Congyun seemed to have not noticed it at that time.

"Junior Brother has misunderstood. I just want to remind you two."

"Zhu Longqi is no match for the two of you. Although Gongsun Ming beside him can be considered a good player, he can't withstand the two of you working together."

"But this is the Exquisite Pavilion after all. If the two of you are stalled by Gongsun Ming for a while, this noise probably won't be able to conceal from Martial Uncle's eyes. If the two of you don't do it cleanly, I'm afraid this matter will be even more difficult when Martial Uncle is alarmed."

Hearing this, Zhong Changhen seemed to smell something different. He walked out and looked at the newly promoted Sect Leader in front of him. He asked in a calm voice, "Then what should we do with Sect Leader?"

"Simple."

"The two of you attacked and entangled Gongsun Ming. I killed him from the shadows and killed the Crown Prince with a single sword strike."

"What are your intentions?"

Long Congyun said with a bright smile on his face.

It was the same as when they first met several decades ago.

At that time, the three of them looked at each other and smiled, their grudges disappearing.

So it turned out that so many years had passed.

Although the path was different, no one had ever let down their original intentions.

Thinking about it, there shouldn't be anything better in this world.

It's raining harder.

However, they couldn't drown it, and the three of them suddenly burst into laughter.

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