Chapter 37
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For a moment, even Xie Tingyun was confused about the meaning of his life at this moment.
All the things he cherished were shattered before his eyes. What was the point of his existence?
"You killed the one you loved."
"Without you, they wouldn't be in this situation."
"How can you still be alive?"
The empty voice kept echoing in my mind, every word was a piercing question that pierced the void and left it bleeding.
Xie Tingyun closed his eyes, it was indeed undeniable.
After a while, Xie Tingyun opened his eyes silently and said softly, "It's not like he won't die, why are you in such a hurry?"
I don’t know if it was Huan Yao’s illusion, but Xie Tingyun’s tone always sounded perfunctory and coaxing. He said, “I have something to do now. I’ll die later.”
Phantom demon: “…”
Hmm...it seems that it is not impossible.
Forget it, it won't take too long.
Xie Tingyun carefully carried Xie Wan into the ice coffin, and then slowly tidied up her face, clothes, and hair.
The ice coffin can keep the dead person's appearance unchanged and the body intact. Xie Tingyun stared at Xie Wan in a trance for a long time through the thick layer of ice, then he brushed his clothes and slowly knelt down.
This kneeling lasted for seven days and seven nights.
During this time, Xie Wan's ice coffin was placed intact in the center of the dark room. The whole dark room was filled with cold air. Xie Tingyun was only wearing a single piece of clothing and kneeling straight.
Ning Chen didn't know whether Xie Tingyun was cold or not, but Ning Chen couldn't feel it anyway.
Ning Chen had no idea what had happened to him that he actually agreed. He couldn't touch anyone's "ghost" in this illusion, so what was the point of agreeing? It seemed that he could only be a bystander in Xie Tingyun's illusion.
At this time, several voices came from outside: "I heard that Xie...something is keeping vigil for his mother? It's been seven days, and he's still keeping vigil."
"It seems so. I heard from the brothers and sisters who went in to bring him food that he was kneeling the whole time and didn't eat much of the food they brought him, so it was wasted."
"Don't ordinary people need to keep vigil for such a long time? It is said that the royal nobles would pretend to mourn for their blood relatives for three days, staying in the mourning hall, so sad that they can't even eat. But in fact, it's all an act, just for the reputation of being a filial son. Who knows how they eat and drink well in their own houses."
"Hmm... I also think he was a bit too aggressive, so deliberate."
Although they didn't say it in front of Xie Tingyun, the people outside seemed to be discussing it very loudly on purpose. Even Ning Chen and Xie Tingyun could hear it clearly in the dark room.
Xie Tingyun looked indifferent and had no reaction.
Seeing no reaction from inside, the disciples pretending to be passing by thought he was a coward, and thus became even more reckless.
I only heard those people say even more fiercely: "Didn't Taoist Master Daoling say that he is the hope for the future of the human race?"
"Which immortal cultivator doesn't have to sever his fate in the world of mortals in order to achieve the Great Dao? Can he really be the so-called hope for the future of the human race? I really don't understand why the sect leader gave him such a high evaluation. A bunch of fellow disciples are blind and rush to feel sorry for him."
"Hey, maybe he was the one who killed his mother..."
bang.
Xie Tingyun stood at the door and said indifferently: "Today is the last day of the vigil. I don't want my mother to see blood. Get out."
The disciples outside the door who were laughing and slandering were stunned for a while, as if they had not expected Xie Tingyun to open the door unexpectedly and confront them.
However, a moment later, the leading disciple seemed to have heard something very funny and asked curiously, "See blood? What blood? Do you still want to fight with us?"
Suddenly, there was another burst of laughter.
Xie Tingyun still had that expressionless look on his face, as if since his mother passed away, no one or anything could cause his emotions to fluctuate.
He raised his hand to close the door, but was stopped by the sword of the arrogant disciple who had spoken.
Everyone in the sect knew that Xie Tingyun had been keeping vigil for his mother for seven days, but the courtyard where Xie Tingyun lived was in a relatively remote location, and apart from the kind-hearted fellow disciples who came to bring him food on weekdays, basically no one cared about it.
Xie Tingyun had chosen this place as a temporary shelter because it was quiet and undisturbed, but now it has become a source of recklessness for these disciples.
They just wondered how Xie Tingyun, a little disciple with no power, no influence, no background, and no strength, could win the favor of Taoist Master Daoling. Even after only a few days in Liuyun Sect, many of his fellow disciples began to take good care of him, as if Xie Tingyun was some kind of delicate flower in a greenhouse.
Moreover, they did not violate the sect rules. They just "happened" to pass by Xie Tingyun's courtyard and "happened" to be heard by Xie Tingyun while talking privately.
Are people still not allowed to speak these days?
It was Xie Tingyun who wanted to strike first, and it was also Xie Tingyun who was overbearing and did not allow people to talk privately. This place was remote, so even if a fight broke out, they would have the advantage in numbers.
Most of the disciples gathered outside Xie Tingyun's sect were about 14 or 15 years old. They were all sent to Liuyun Sect by their parents and families to study and embark on the path of cultivating immortals. The age they spent in Liuyun Sect was enough for them to deal with Xie Tingyun, who knew nothing.
The man who stretched out his sword to block Xie Tingyun's door was probably the leader of the group of seven or eight people. He was half a head taller than his peers, and his pair of drooping eyes always made him look cunning and mean.
The leading disciple smiled contemptuously, lowered his head and inadvertently glanced at the ring necklace tied with a red rope around Xie Tingyun's neck. He couldn't help but let out a sound and was about to reach out to pull it down to have a look, but when he was about to touch the ring, Xie Tingyun raised his hand and held it down.
Xie Tingyun raised his eyes and stared at him, saying, "I'll say this one last time. Get out. I don't want to see blood."
The disciple laughed and didn't take Xie Tingyun's words to heart at all.
It's just a little kid saying something rude, who wouldn't do that?
It was done in a very professional manner, and even blood was shed. How could he, a young disciple who hasn't even started practicing Taoism, use to shed blood?
Are you going to say something harsh?
What kind of intimidation does it have? It's so funny.
However, the next moment, Xie Tingyun shook off the leading disciple's hand, hid the ring in his clothes, and walked out, finally closing the door in front of everyone.
The seven or eight disciples outside the courtyard usually hang out together. When they saw Xie Tingyun suddenly make a move, they subconsciously thought that he was about to take action.
But Xie Tingyun just walked out by himself. He did not go to where there were more disciples. Instead, he walked to the deeper part of the forest in the remote mountains, which stunned the disciples who were looking for trouble.
Afterwards, they also laughed and followed Xie Tingyun's steps.
The true appearance, the leading disciple thought.
He quickly followed Xie Tingyun, and without hesitation, he put his hands around Xie Tingyun's shoulders. He suddenly stretched out his hand and broke the red rope hidden around Xie Tingyun's neck, and said, "Good junior brother, what good thing is this? Give me this ring, and I will not touch you. How about that..."
However, at the moment he pulled the red rope apart, the leading disciple was thrown to the ground by a huge force, his head was stepped on, and his entire face was deformed and distorted: "..."
Everyone was stunned by this sudden change.
The leading disciple had no idea why he fell to the ground in an instant and was dumbfounded for a long time until the boot stepping on his face exerted a little force and the red rope ring in his hand was taken away. Only then did he vaguely realize what had happened.
This inconspicuous new disciple actually knocked him, a cultivator who had been in the Qi training stage for many years, to the ground in an instant? !
How dare he!
Xie Tingyun carefully put the Lingxi jade ring with the broken red string into his arms, and said indifferently: "I said, I don't want to see blood - so, do you want to experience the feeling of suffocation and death?"
As soon as Xie Tingyun finished speaking, the foot that was stepping on the leading disciple's face rose and fell, and finally stepped on the leading disciple's neck. The force gradually made people panic.
The leading disciple's eyes widened instantly, and his first reaction was to draw his sword and stab it fiercely. However, the next moment, in his slanted vision, he saw a pair of black and gold boots casually and nonchalantly stepping on the sword that he dropped beside him.
The sword trembled more and more violently at the man's feet, but it could not be unsheathed even an inch.
The disciple gradually found it difficult to breathe and a hoarse sound came from his throat. He subconsciously wanted to raise his head to take a look at the man's appearance, but his neck was stepped on and his movements were severely restricted. Even breathing became a luxury, let alone turning his head.
The other disciples reacted suddenly when they saw this. Their eyes turned red and they shouted, "Come on together! There is no one else here. I don't believe that with so many of us we can't beat him alone?!"
In addition to Xie Tingyun and the leading disciple who was under his feet, there were six others present, all of whom seemed to be fellow disciples with similar foundation-building cultivation levels.
However, before they could make a move on Xie Tingyun, their vision suddenly blurred. A tall man in black gilded robes stood with his back to them. He stepped on the trembling sword and watched with interest as Xie Tingyun stepped on the neck of the leading disciple, torturing him in unbearable pain.
...When did this man appear here? !
The disciple who was rushing in the front couldn't stop the car and suddenly crashed into the man's broad and strong back, knocking the man unconscious. Not only did he not hurt the man who was blocking the front, but he was bounced out by the impact and knocked down a group of disciples behind him.
Ning Chen: “???”
However, he reacted instantly. Although he didn't understand why he suddenly appeared in Xie Tingyun's illusion, no matter what, for the current situation, it was a peaceful and comfortable thing.
Xie Tingyun was finally attracted by the noise behind him. When he turned around and saw Ning Chen, he was stunned for a moment.
Ning Chen stretched his muscles, used his magic power to seal the sword under his feet, and kicked the sword away without even looking at it.
Ning Chen has disliked these bastards for a long time.
Ning Shen lowered his eyebrows and smiled: "You like to use your numbers to bully the few, right? Sure, come on."
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The author has something to say:
Ning Miao: Today I will show you what it means to use the minority to bully the majority:)
Ning Miao Beat People be like: You like group fights, right? (Punching and kicking!) It's fun, right? (Punching and kicking!) You want someone's ring, right? (Punching and kicking!)