Chapter 35 Chapter 35 The swordsman had no expression on his face and sat down...
The sword bearer sat there expressionlessly, like an iceberg that never melts. He replied calmly, "I think we need to put off attacking the demons for now."
The other elders who attended the meeting suddenly shouted in shock as if firecrackers had been lit.
"Postpone it. How long will it last?"
"Are you trying to bend the law for personal gain?"
"Thinking back then, you were stabbed by the demon king himself before you came to Penglai. Have you forgotten it now? Are you still reluctant to leave? Are you still unwilling to take revenge today?"
The scene suddenly became quiet.
Everyone knows that since the Sword Bearer came to Penglai, Li Baili has been his scar, and no one is allowed to reveal it, and it is still the same today.
The person who spoke last felt the silence in the room, and was stunned for a moment. Suddenly he realized what he had said, and he looked at the swordsman with wide eyes, trembling a little.
Everyone around him looked at him with pity, as if he could already prepare in advance, pack up and lie in the coffin.
He gritted his teeth and tried to act as if nothing had happened, but everyone around him knew that it was he who said those words, and he probably couldn't fool the Swordsman.
He stood up, held his head high and said, "Yes, I said that just now. What do you want?"
He stared at the sword bearer, with a hint of provocation in his weakness, and a hint of dissatisfaction in his dissatisfaction, and said loudly: "Now the demons are frequently causing trouble with us. As the leader of Penglai Sect, you neither agree to let us fight nor are willing to lead us. Everyone present and even the entire sect has long been dissatisfied, but because you were injured in the past, we did not tell you and forgive you."
He spoke very cleverly, comparing attacking and leading as two different things, as if the swordsman had made two mistakes at once, but in fact they were one and the same.
If the battle is to be fought, the sword bearer must lead; if the battle is not to be fought, the sword bearer naturally does not have to lead. These two things are inseparable.
The people around were nodding when they heard the first part, but couldn't help covering their faces when they heard the second part.
Where did this come from? Idiot Village?
Those who have opinions have already expressed them, and those who have no opinions are just keeping silent and will not go against the trend.
Who is sympathetic to whom? What is there to be sympathetic about? Those who have expressed their opinions only hope that the Sword Holder can lead them to defeat the demons. Those who have not expressed their opinions do not care at all, and it doesn't matter whether they fight or not.
Where is the consideration in this?
If one is truly considerate, he would neither bring up this matter because the Sword Bearer is unwilling to do it, nor would he mention someone he doesn't want to mention when he is doing something he doesn't want to do.
Everyone sighed in unison, thinking that the person who spoke was hopeless.
The speaker had realized that he seemed to have said something wrong, but when he thought about it again, he didn't feel that he had really done anything wrong. His legs were shaking a little, and he frowned and stared at the swordsman, pretending that he didn't care about the reactions of the people around him, nor was he afraid of him.
But people who are truly not afraid will not be like this.
Everyone was ready to cover their eyes to avoid a mess of blood.
After all, no one here is an ordinary person, so whether they are injured or dead, more blood may be shed.
"Since you want to fight so badly," the swordsman looked at him coldly, without any emotion in his eyes, as if there was no dust in front of him. The whole person was just a puppet, standing there, and nothing could stir up any waves, "Then you go alone?"
The person who was speaking was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly became furious: "How can I fight alone? If I could win alone, I would have gone there long ago. Do I need to ask you? What kind of meeting is this?"
The sword bearer nodded, without even changing his voice, and said calmly: "Who else here wants to go? Go ahead if you want to. I won't stop you. You can go right now. As for me, I don't support it, and I will never go."
The person who was speaking sneered, slapped his hand on the table, and said with a bang: "Aren't you clearly asking us to die? Everyone knows that no one can beat the Demon King except you. But you don't go, so what's the point of us going, except to die?"
The swordsman's eyes fell on him again, but he seemed to see nothing, and his tone was terribly calm, as if this was not a person but a clay statue: "Then you can just die, what does it have to do with me?
I am just the leader of Penglai, not a life-saving talisman for everyone.
If you don't want to listen to me, I respect you and you can do whatever you want. But if you force me to listen to you, I won't be polite to you. "
The person who was speaking choked up at his tone, as if a stone was stuck in his throat. He swallowed hard, looking unhappy, but unwilling to give in. He said loudly, "How can you be rude to me? You are the leader of Penglai Sect! You are not trying to use your power to bully others, are you?"
The swordsman slowly stood up, holding his sword and walked to the center. He looked at the person who was speaking, raised his sword, raised the corner of his lips slightly, chuckled, and said with a strong sense of sarcasm: "I want to make friends through martial arts."
The man who was speaking had a pale face. He looked at the tip of the sword pointing at him right in front of him and shuddered. His legs became weak and his body was shaking slightly. He hoped that no one would notice it, but he knew that such a big movement of his would be noticed by everyone present with good eyesight.
He opened his mouth, his voice hoarse, and tried to say: "I don't want to be friends with you. I am not your friend. I don't accept it."
The swordsman nodded, as if he was slightly satisfied. His smile deepened and he said slowly, "If you are not a friend, then you are an enemy. I am not polite to my enemies."
Everyone covered their eyes.
The person who spoke turned around and tried to run away. He ran tremblingly, holding on to the things around him, and shouted: "You can't do this to me. I'm here for a meeting. I'm not wrong. I don't want to die."
The swordsman walked towards him step by step, and said expressionlessly: "Don't be afraid, I will only strike once. If you can withstand it, your previous words can be written off by me."
The person who was speaking screamed, fell to the ground, and tumbled to the door. "Who doesn't know that no one in the world can bear it? You just want to kill me, you just want to kill me!"
The swordsman looked down at him and said coldly, "You are not good enough in your skills, don't blame me."
Before he finished speaking, a sword arrived.
After a flash of white light, a pool of blood splattered on the ground.
Everyone took a deep breath, slowly put down their hands that were covering their eyes, and carefully looked at the specific situation.
The person lying on the ground had his eyes rolled back, his body twitching, and he had fainted.
There was a cut on his body, and blood was flowing out. The whole person was emitting a fishy smell. His clothes had been stained red without him noticing, and the ground and shoes were not spared.
The wound was actually very small, only as big as the tip of a sword, just big enough for someone to stab the sword into it. However, the sword intent of the sword wielder was not something that could be easily absorbed.
The person lying on the ground was bleeding from his mouth and wounds on his body.
Everyone knows that if the swordsman says he will only strike once, then he will indeed only strike once. It is impossible for him to stab the person who is speaking and then stab him in the mouth.
So if the bleeding from this person's mouth is not due to external injury, then it must be due to internal injury.
Everyone watched in silence, not daring to move.
No matter how much time has passed, their awe for the Sword Wielder has never diminished, and has even increased with the passage of time.
Therefore, there are few people who approach the Sword Holder, even fewer who dare to make friends with the Sword Holder, and almost no one who dares to directly offend the Sword Holder.
This time it was really because of careless words that the gun was fired.
In fact, the person who spoke might not have intended to say something offensive to the Sword Bearer at the beginning.
However, the words had already been spoken and there were so many people around watching, it was difficult to take them back and I could only force myself to continue speaking.
Then there is no turning back.
The Swordsman might be able to forgive an unintentional mistake, but would not tolerate constant public offenses.
This incident was bad luck for the person who spoke. He didn't know the seriousness of the matter and he deserved it.
If you put yourself in other people's shoes, it would be hard not to get angry when they hear people talking about things they don't want to mention one after another. What's more, who would have any sympathy for someone who goes against them in public?
Therefore, everyone just kept silent and did not think it was too much.
This isn't the first time the Sword Bearer has dealt with someone who has offended him.
In fact, he would hardly get angry if you offended him with other things. But if you had to mention something or someone he didn't want to mention, he would get angry. He had a bad temper in this regard.
The first time, everyone was shocked. The second time, everyone was still shocked. The third time, everyone got used to it. Today, everyone is very clear about the process.
They would also spread word of mouth and warn new disciples not to offend the sect leader casually.
Although most normal people would not choose to offend the sect leader, there are always some people who disobey.
After all, every year, countless people are warned not to go swimming in the wild in the summer and die because they don't listen.
How could the young and energetic new disciples really listen to a few words of warning from an experienced senior?
They always have to see bloody examples before they know they shouldn't do something.
So everyone actually tacitly agreed that the Sword Holder could do this.
After all, if no warning is given to new disciples within the sect, what will happen if they really go out and do whatever they want? Who knows what kind of trouble they will cause! It is better to warn them now so that they will be more cautious when they go out in the future.
"Did he come alone?" The sword wielder had now practiced to the point where he could kill people without shedding blood, so his sword was spotless and looked like new, as if it had never been used. When he raised the sword and asked questions to the people around him, everyone looked at each other and did not dare to answer for a moment.
Finally, a man stood up and walked out tremblingly.
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