I wonder if this master and disciple will die if he falls off the cliff a few more times?
What to do if you feel a little restless?
Si Qingjiu looked at the concerned faces surrounding him and began to think seriously.
"Big Brother, please tell everyone, I didn't push you, you fell down by yourself, please tell everyone."
A crying voice squeezed in, aggrieved and full of sadness.
Si Qingjiu raised his eyes and was about to ask what pushed him, but Wang Ping spoke first, full of anger.
"Get out of here, don't get close to Senior Brother. Don't think that just because Senior Brother dotes on you, you can make him ignore your bad behavior."
What bad behavior?
Si Qingjiu was curious. Looking at his junior brother who was standing in front of him with righteous indignation like an eagle with bared fangs and claws, he really wanted him to elaborate.
But the words that were about to come out of his mouth were interrupted again.
"Si Qingjiu, tell me, did you fall off the cliff by yourself? Don't lie to me. I don't have a disciple who is a criminal."
Lingyang Sword Master glared at Si Qingjiu coldly, and with one hand protected Zhifan who was pushed away by other disciples, his eyes full of coldness.
Si Qingjiu's face immediately turned ugly. How could he forget that he had a mentally ill master? They were just talking about all kinds of nonsense before, which was so annoying.
The change in his expression, in the eyes of others, was one of sadness and disbelief, as if he had not expected that his beloved master would threaten him like this and was determined to confuse right and wrong.
Wang Ping was furious. He drew his sword and pointed it at his master. "Master, do you still have a heart? Senior Brother has suffered so much and just escaped from danger. You are forcing him like this. What do you think of Senior Brother? And what do you think of us disciples?"
"Junior brother, what you said is absolutely right. Master, today I want to ask you a question. In your heart, besides Junior brother, are we still your disciples?"
Ouyang Mo, the second senior sister of Jianfeng who arrived a step late, stood beside Wang Ping with a cold and bright face, and stood in front of Si Qingjiu, showing a protective posture to her junior brother.
Lingyang Jianzun's face turned cold, and he was about to take action, but Zhifan stopped him: "Second Senior Sister, you misunderstood Master. Master loves us the most, right? You must not be misled by others."
"Induced by others?" Si Qingjiu interrupted with a smile, pulling the two people in front of him apart and looking directly at Zhifan: "By others, you mean me, right?"
"Big Brother, don't listen to him, he is just trying to sow discord between us.
. "Wang Ping's eyes were filled with anger.
Although Ouyang Mo didn't say anything, the fact that she didn't move showed who she believed in.
Jianfeng was once, no, is now, the place that Wuwang Sect’s disciples most yearn for.
The first is the brilliant and talented senior brother at the sword's edge.
The second group is the disciples on the sword's edge. Each of them is gifted and it represents a kind of expectation and honor to be able to advance.
Jianfeng is united as one. Anyone who provokes one of Jianfeng's disciples will definitely attract a group of people.
So everyone is very envious, and many inner disciples hope to enter Jianfeng one day.
But what they don't know is that the reason why Jianfeng disciples are united with the eldest brother as their leader is because their master has been in seclusion all year round and doesn't care about them at all.
They are all guided in their cultivation by the eldest senior brother, and whenever they encounter problems, it is the eldest senior brother who solves them.
The Master would only look at their situation when he came out of retreat, give them some pointers, and then go back into retreat.
Although the eldest senior brother is not very old, the world of cultivation values strength rather than age. Many of Jian Feng's disciples who are older than the eldest senior brother have never questioned him.
At times like this, they would naturally choose the eldest brother over the master with whom they have almost no feelings.
What's more, now that the master was already in the wrong, they couldn't let the eldest brother get hurt again no matter what they said.
Zhifan avoided Si Qingjiu's gaze and retorted aggrievedly: "I didn't."
"Really?" Si Qingjiu smiled, his pale face looking very weak.
Wang Ping supported him with concern, "Big Brother, how is your health? You look very bad."
"It's okay, I won't die." Si Qingjiu waved his hand lightly.
The sect leader, who had been silent all this time, stepped forward and wanted to take a look at him, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he was dodged by him.
"Big Brother, please show it to the Sect Master." Wang Ping spoke quickly.
Ouyang Mo also looked worried: "Big Brother, please let the Sect Master take a look."
"Yes, big brother."
"Big Brother, let the Sect Master take a look."
"Big Brother."
Si Qingjiu just acted as a reflex, and now he felt a little guilty, "Actually, there's nothing wrong."
"Big Brother."
Wang Ping and Ouyang Mo looked at him disapprovingly.
"Let me see, everyone is worried about you." The headmaster spoke in a gentle tone, his eyes full of kindness.
He also liked this extremely talented disciple very much. He practiced diligently, but in the past two years, he had been surrounding their Jianfeng Xiao.
The disciple turned around, but failed to break through to the Nascent Soul stage for a long time.
Si Qingjiu felt everyone's gazes and couldn't refuse anymore, so he stretched out his hand: "Then I'll trouble you, Master."
The head of the sect examined you carefully and said solemnly, "Your realm has been improved. You may be able to break through the pill and become an infant at any time, but your body is too weak to survive the tribulation."
He was very happy that the sect would soon have another powerful Yuanying stage master.
But this Nascent Soul is likely to perish.
Everyone else understood what the Sect Leader said, and all the elders and disciples were very happy, but then they became worried.
"Big Brother." Ouyang Mo was about to cry. Wang Ping stared at Zhi Fan intently, "It's all your fault. Big Brother is always so kind to you and always responds to your requests. Why did you hurt him like this? You pushed him off the cliff even though you knew he was injured. What was your intention?"
The sword, which had not yet been put away, continued to tremble as he spoke, as if it was about to stab him.
Zhifan quickly hid in his master's arms to hide the panic and shock on his face.
How could Si Qingjiu possibly improve his realm? It was obvious that his spiritual roots were damaged and there was no hope for him to make any further progress.
His spiritual roots were repaired?
How is this possible?
He fixed it, what should I do with myself?
His spiritual root is actually a rare dark spiritual root, which is extremely difficult to cultivate. He can only mutate by devouring spiritual roots, and he can only mutate once.
What he chose for himself was Si Qingjiu's mutated ice spirit root.
One of the most powerful spiritual roots among the heavenly spiritual roots.
With it, you can become a genius that everyone envies every day.
But before he obtained it, he couldn't let the other party continue to practice.
He is still in the stage of building his foundation, and it is a long way to go before he can cultivate into a golden elixir. It is difficult for him to absorb the spiritual root power of the golden elixir stage, and it is extremely dangerous, not to mention the power of the Nascent Soul stage.
So he lied to the other party and told him that there were treasures he needed in the secret realm, and asked him to go to the secret realm. Then he lured a demon beast in the calamity period to seriously injure him, and asked him to heal himself and secretly absorbed his spiritual power, causing damage to his spiritual roots.
A damaged spiritual root might be fatal to others, but it doesn’t matter to him. As long as it is not completely destroyed, it will automatically repair itself after the fusion.
He has arranged everything and is just waiting for that day, which is not far away.
As a result, the other party suddenly regretted not teaching him magic. Now he was faced with such a situation again and learned the bad news that he was going to advance.
Zhi Fan felt as if a bolt of thunder had struck him, making all his years of planning go to waste in one day.
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Why would this happen?
Lingyang Sword Master looked at the pale face of the person in his arms, thinking that he was frightened, and his anger was released: "Who gave you the courage to point a sword at me? Apologize to your junior brother and go to the Discipline Hall to receive 500 lashes, otherwise, you will be expelled from the sect."
"Wait a minute." Si Qingjiu interrupted forcefully, "Let me clarify something first. Strictly speaking, Junior Brother did not push me off the cliff."
He slipped and fell, but to be honest, it was the other party who suddenly reached out his hand, so he subconsciously avoided the accident.
I almost forgot to explain this matter. I was led astray by these two nerves.
Zhifan came out of his master's arms in an instant, and said excitedly: "Everyone heard it, it really wasn't me, I have nothing, he was lying."
"I didn't lie, you were the one who pushed me." Wang Ping retorted, his face flushed.
Si Qingjiu nodded: "Wang Ping did not lie."
???
Everyone was completely confused now. When they heard the eldest brother say that it was not Zhifan's suggestion, they thought they had misunderstood. But Senior Brother Wangping's words were so confident that it didn't sound false.
Now, the eldest brother said this again, what does it mean?
"What do you mean?" Zhifan bit her lip and looked at him, full of sadness.
Si Qingjiu coughed lightly, suppressed the churning in his chest, and then said, "I fell off the cliff, even though you didn't push me, it was because of you. If you didn't lend a hand, why would I fall down?"
"Big Brother, please stop whitewashing for him. People like him are not worth it at all." Wang Ping became tough again and said that he was not mistaken and he believed what he saw with his own eyes.
"Big Brother, what Senior Brother Wang Ping said is absolutely right. Since he was the one who caused you to fall off the cliff, don't be so polite to him."
"Yeah, yeah, it's not worth it."
"Big Brother, you think about him, but he doesn't appreciate it at all."
Everyone followed suit. In their opinion, just like Wang Ping, it was not so important whether he pushed the car with his own hands or not. What was important was that it was indeed he who caused the man to fall off the cliff, and that was enough.
"It's not like that. It has nothing to do with me. It's not me." Zhifan cried and hugged his master, feeling very sad.
The eyes buried in the other's arms were filled with gloom: "Master, please believe me, I really didn't do that, it wasn't me, I didn't do that."
"Well, Master believes in you, don't cry." Lingyang Jianzun patted his head distressedly, and there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes when he looked at Si Qingjiu.
Wang Ping couldn't believe what he heard, and the sword in his hand unconsciously
He raised it again and pointed at Zhifan: "Master, at this time, do you still believe in him? Do you still protect him?"
"I don't know the difference between high and low." Lingyang Sword Master attacked instantly, and a stream of spiritual power hit Wang Ping fiercely. The speed was so fast that the head elders did not have time to react.
'Click'
Wang Ping's spiritual sword broke and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Wang Ping." Ouyang Mo hurriedly supported him, took out the elixir and stuffed it into his mouth.
The head of the sect had a dark face: "Lingyang, what are you doing?"
"Lingyang, what do you mean?"
"Lingyang, how can you attack your disciples?"
"Lingyang, this is your disciple."
Several elders were filled with anger.
Lingyang Sword Master looked worried and was about to speak when a powerful spiritual force attacked them, making it hard for them to breathe.
Looked in horror.
Si Qingjiu, with a pale face, held an ice sword flashing with cold light in his hand and stared coldly at the two people opposite him. His voice was as cold as the snow on the mountain.
"Today, I, Si Qingjiu, hereby announce that Lingyang Jianzun will be expelled from my master's sect. If you dare to attack my junior brothers and sisters again, don't blame me. I will kill the master myself."
The sword swung to the side, and the mountaintop not far away collapsed with a loud bang. !
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