Volume 1, Chapter 163: I will pay your debt for you, give me your life.
A hint of sadness suddenly appeared in Dongfang Shuo's eyes.
Perhaps, in his opinion, such an expression should not appear on the face of a saint.
So Ye Tingmu felt very strange, but couldn't put it into words.
Dongfang Shuo said: "It's okay to tell you, although the formation I set up in this mountain can block the way of heaven, but as time goes by, my own aura becomes stronger and stronger."
"This formation is no longer able to suppress it."
"But eighteen years ago, Zhu'er was born. Moreover, she was born with the Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder Body. Such a physique is unique among billions."
"It can be said that God has blessed our Dongfang family. The Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder Body can avoid the thunder of the world. At that time, in order to save my own life, I forced a touch of my own Heavenly Dao luck into Qingzhu's body when he activated his spiritual roots."
"Only in this way can I avoid attracting the immortal thunder and continue to live in this mortal world. However, the price is that my Qingzhu physique will be completely locked by my Heavenly Dao Luck, so I cannot activate my spiritual roots and become a useless person."
"That's why I prefer Qingzhu so much."
Ye Tingmu heard this and was shocked again.
Seize the opportunity? He hadn't thought of it, really hadn't thought of it.
For some reason, a feeling of anger arose in my heart.
The hand placed on the chessboard inexplicably surged with true energy, tearing the chessboard and breaking it into pieces.
With a bang...
The chessboard shattered into pieces, and the flying chess pieces were scattered all over the ground.
Dongfang Shuo was naturally shocked by his abnormal behavior.
The look in his eyes changed from sadness and self-blame to surprise and confusion.
Ye Tingmu was also stunned. He didn't know why, but he couldn't control himself.
He calmed his thoughts and his tone became a little low: "I'm sorry, senior...I!"
Dongfang Shuo was not angry when he saw him like this.
He could see that Ye Tingmu felt unfair because of his great-granddaughter.
Yeah, it's really unfair.
But what can I do about it?
Ye Tingmu couldn't do anything, but the fact that he dared to release his emotions in front of a saint like him was enough.
I think Qingzhu must be something special in his heart.
At least not a passerby.
He replied calmly, "Young friend, do you think my actions are shameless? I'm taking away the fortune of my descendants to prolong my own life."
"This is Senior's family affair. I'm just an outsider. But as Senior said, if I look at it from the perspective of Qingzhu's friends, it always feels a bit unfair."
He really had no way of interfering in other people's family affairs, but he also felt unfair for Dongfang Qingzhu in his heart.
But what can he do? After all, he is just an outsider, and he came here to ask for help today.
But at this moment he really didn't want to beg.
He stood up slowly as he spoke.
His face also became somewhat distorted.
At the beginning, I gave Dongfang Qingzhu as a gift for money.
But after being together for almost two months, the relationship between him and Dongfang Qingzhu was no longer just about money.
In his eyes, they are friends, or something a little better than friends.
He will never forget the beautiful figure who dared to stand before thousands of enemies unarmed.
Apart from her own family, in this world, she...Dongfang Qingzhu, is the first and only one.
A girl who is willing to die for him.
Oriental Qingzhu is lively and optimistic.
But how could Ye Tingmu not know that it was just an appearance.
Beneath all this, there is a weak heart filled with inferiority and self-blame.
Whenever she mentioned cultivation, a hint of sadness would always appear in her eyes unconsciously.
Just as Dongfang Qingzhu said.
If I were a child from an ordinary family, I would not be able to practice cultivation, but I am Dongfang Qingzhu, the eldest daughter of the Dongfang family.
Such a short sentence contains so much sadness and helplessness.
And how much bad words did she experience?
Yes, she is the eldest daughter of the Dongfang family, how can she be a waste?
She is a waste and that is a sin.
Rumors are destined to always be around your ears.
The person who caused all this was actually her ancestor Dongfang Shuo, whom she had always been proud of and whom she respected the most.
If she knew, I wonder what she would think.
Of course, this is always not in my best interest.
"Senior, if you do this, I'm sure it can only last a hundred years. Qingzhu will lose the power of his bloodline and will die after a hundred years. By then, the Dongfang family will lose you and a future genius. Perhaps you didn't calculate this correctly."
"I'm feeling a little unwell, so I'm leaving now. I'll come visit you another day."
He stood up, wrote to Dongfang Shuo, and said goodbye.
He didn't know whether he should still trust Dongfang Shuo.
In other words, at this moment he had some differences with Eastern ideas.
Everyone has their own opinion.
In his opinion, Dongfang Shuo had lived for such a long time, and with his connections, why didn't he choose to sacrifice himself and find a powerful master for Dongfang Qingzhu?
I think with this physique, no one would refuse.
This will not only save the Dongfang family, but will also ensure that Dongfang Qingzhu will grow in the future.
But then, wouldn't the Dongfang family be able to continue for another thousand years?
As the most powerful family in the North, is it true that the Dongfang family only has you to rely on?
That's all.
He didn't believe it, and it was true that the rise and fall of a clan depended on one person.
But the first family of Beimang should not rely on just one saint,
The important thing is, if you can't come down the mountain, you can't help me.
Dongfang Shuo had a hint of self-mockery on his face.
It's sad and helpless.
Seeing Ye Tingmu like this, he was shocked at first.
Hearing Ye Tingmu say this again, he was shocked again.
Then he looked normal.
Ye Tingmu was right. In this way, it could only last for a hundred years. By then, Dongfang Qingzhu would be old and his thunder tribulation would come.
He waved his hand.
The bamboo door slammed shut.
Blocked Ye Tingmu who was about to step out of the door.
Dongfang Shuo's voice also sounded at the same time.
"My friend, you are right. But as long as I die, Qingzhu will be able to restart his spiritual roots. Now that it has been done, it is useless for me to regret. What I can do is to make my death more worthwhile. So, my friend, are you willing to agree to what I just said?"
Ye Tingmu was stunned for a moment. Can he still recover?
He fell into deep thought.
He turned around and said seriously:
"If you are willing to sacrifice your life, I will also sacrifice my life to protect the Dongfang family in the future and repay your unfinished debt."
Such words are truly shocking.
What a domineering statement.
You know, Dongfang Shuo is a saint.
Dongfang Shuo was stunned for a moment, with shock in his eyes that he could not hide.
After a while, he said, "But, my life is at your disposal."
Ye Tingmu turned around after hearing this.
He took a deep breath and calmed himself down.
Dongfang Shuo said that the bamboo chimes could be restored, but the prerequisite was that he had to die.
But that’s a story for later.
He really couldn't control his emotions just now, even though he knew it was wrong to do so.
But the matter of Qingzhu is very important.
My brother's affairs are also very important.
But if you can't even pass this hurdle, then everything else is out of the question.
Ye Tingmu sat down again.
But his expression and attitude changed slightly.
Respect and humility faded a little.
There was a hint of solemnity on his face.
Because he knew it was just a deal.
What he saw was Dongfang Shuo's ability, while what Dongfang Shuo saw was his potential.
No light on emotions.
He said calmly: "Tell me, now besides the senior, how many sons do I have available?"
Dongfang Shuo looked agitated.
The scholar in front of me has such a strong aura.
The previous saying that the sage is his son and the world is his chessboard is now clearly reflected in him.
It wasn't long before the two poles reversed.
He became the initiator, and I was willing to be his subordinate.
I am a saint.
But he didn't care too much about it.
He was gambling.
The more outstanding Ye Tingmu in front of him is, and the more shocking he is, the greater his chance of winning will be.
He sat cross-legged.
Fingers dancing lightly.
A wave of energy spread out.
Then, the chessboard that was smashed by Ye Tingmu was restored miraculously.
Ye Tingmu was shocked.
What kind of ability is this? Can it turn back time?
So terrifying.
What kind of existence is this saint? I just said words that wanted to take his life.
That's it, do you deserve it?
The answer is yes. I don’t know whether he is worthy or not, but it is true that he does not have the ability.
But Dongfang Que did not notice the change in his expression.
He just placed three black pieces on the chessboard one after another, and then pointed at the chessboard and said, "My friend, please look, if the saint is a piece, then among the thirty-six pieces in Jiuzhou, there are two pieces available besides me."
Ye Tingmu raised his eyebrows and came back to his senses from the shock of the saint's power.
He asked in confusion, "Which two are they?"
He was very confused. Apart from Dongfang Shuo and the unknown Dahei, who else could it be?
And as Dongfang Shuo said, he could also mobilize two saints, which made him feel excited.
PS: Please be gentle when criticizing, the ideas are different and the protagonist is not as calm as everyone else.
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