Chapter 48 Choice
But the attack was eventually blocked.
It was Jing Yunsong who tried to stop them; Jian Zirui couldn't catch up, and He Jingtong didn't even have time to draw his sword and fight back.
Jing Yunsong quickly rushed out from the bushes and blocked the attack. He looked at Qi Xueyi with a frown on his face: "Do you know what you are doing?"
Even though Qi Xueyi's instinct prevented him from launching any overly dangerous attacks, it was already a mistake as long as he directed his abilities at his teammates.
Qi Xueyi looked at his hands blankly. He didn't even dare to look up at He Jingtong, who still had his back to him.
"I have no idea……"
"That's enough." Jing Yunsong turned around and pointed the wooden stick he carried with him at Fu Zexun.
He had just arrived when He Jingtong attacked Fu Zexun, and Fu Zexun did not use alien spirits to stop him, but took the attack himself.
What Jing Yunsong was thinking at the time was that this was an opportunity, an opportunity that only Fu Zexun was present.
Whether catching him or killing him on the spot, it would solve the endless troubles caused by this man.
The idea was good, but Fu Zexun was also capable. In a one-on-one situation, even with his extraordinary melee ability, Jing Yunsong didn't think he could kill Fu Zexun, let alone capture him alive.
Therefore, after discovering that Fu Zexun had no intention of killing He Jingtong, Jing Yunsong chose to lie low.
But he never expected that the three people who were supposed to fight side by side would show up. He Jingtong faced Fu Zexun alone, and the other two not only did not take the injured classmate away, but were even fighting with each other here.
"I don't want to know how much pain and sadness has happened to you. I only know that targeting your teammates is the biggest mistake you made."
"We've been taught repeatedly in the academy not to sympathize with spirits. We've also repeatedly pointed out that spiritualists and spirits are in an ever-lasting conflict. Have you forgotten all of that?" Jing Yunsong shouted at Qi Xueyi.
But if you really want to say that he has any idea of scolding students, that is not the case. The dean of studies is the head teacher of the second grade because the improvement of students' state of mind and the firmness of their will, this kind of guiding education, all depends on Cui Tong.
Jing Yunsong had no intention of interfering in other people's affairs, but he also knew the situation that He Jingtong and Jian Zirui knew, that is, Qi Xueyi could not be allowed to stay here any longer.
"Leave here. When you realize that you can't provide any help to your teammates and may even be a drag, you should understand what you should do most now." Jing Yunsong turned his body and pointed the long stick in his hand directly at Fu Zexun.
The corner of his eye was still focused on Qi Xueyi's pale face, but Jing Yunsong couldn't help but focus more on He Jingtong, who was trembling all over and had almost exhausted his physical strength, but did not fall down, relying entirely on his willpower to support himself.
After taking a deep breath, Jian Zirui chose to walk to Qi Xueyi's side. Under his incredulous gaze, she hit him hard on the back of the neck with a knife, knocking him unconscious.
Afterwards, Jian Zirui carried Qi Xueyi on her back and walked to the unconscious Song Yu. She bent down and picked him up, then left alone with the two unconscious people.
Finally, after moving away from the burning trees around her, Jian Zirui took a deep look at He Jingtong.
There was indescribable guilt and unspeakable sadness in those eyes.
He Jing is a teammate and a freshman.
If the academy is not a modern system, but a master-disciple school like in ancient times, then He Jingtong at this time is probably the new junior fellow apprentice.
But the reality is that she, as both a companion and a senior, has neither fulfilled her companion's responsibility of supporting each other nor fulfilled her senior's responsibility of caring for others.
He did nothing, and even self-righteously believed that he needed to give Qi Xueyi a chance, a chance to not let the alien spirit Qi Yuan become his nightmare in the future, causing him to fall into mental depression and depravity.
Compared to avoiding the alien spirit Qi Yuan, letting Qi Xueyi face such an existence that has almost become his obsession may make it easier for him to let go.
Jian Zirui was just betting on a possibility.
I bet Qi Xueyi will let it go in the future and will no longer be imprisoned by Qi Yuan in the past.
But she lost miserably.
Things took a turn for the worst when Qi Xueyi aimed his attack at He Jingtong.
What does He Jingtong think?
Jian Zirui actually thought of this when she was carrying people down the mountain.
Of course she could think of it!
Even if this teammate, who hadn't even known each other for two months, was hit by Qi Xueyi's attack, he would probably just tell them afterwards: "It's not a big deal. Besides, it's not uncommon for us to fight each other to the point of bleeding during normal sparring."
He would definitely say that.
But the greater this possibility is, the more ashamed Jian Zirui feels.
"I'm sorry..." The redness in her eyes deepened, but Jian Zirui finally chose to take the two of them down the mountain.
At this time on the mountain, He Jingtong drew back the famous Jiuguan.
Qi Yuan did not die, but compared to treating the white spirit as a disposable tool, Fu Zexun would rather use this spirit to force Qi Xueyi again and again.
Then let Qi Xueyi push He Jingtong towards him personally.
This was a game initiated unilaterally by Fu Zexun, but he would not allow anyone to refuse.
Just like Jiang Nan in the original plot.
The humanoid spirit was eventually controlled by Fu Zexun and hurt Shang Tingqi and Pei Lin again and again.
Fu Zexun always knows how to use the most convenient means to achieve the greatest goal.
Fu Zexun looked at He Jingtong, who was looking at his own hands in disbelief, and chuckled. The man drew out his sword and chose to use the blade of the sword again to catch Ming Jiuguan.
This way, He Jingtong will not be able to turn back.
I couldn't even look back to see my teammates' reactions.
Would you be afraid? Would you be afraid of Qi Xueyi, and hate him for what he did?
Even though there was not much expression on He Jingtong's face, his slightly widened eyes and trembling pupils let Fu Zexun know that even if this white ghost had nothing to do with He Jingtong, he would feel pain because of his teammate and Qi Xueyi.
Because He Jingtong is just such a person, an artificial spiritual master cultivated by humans.
Empathy, high empathy, mercy, kindness, restraint... these things are the most fundamental things that made him a spiritual master.
Qi Xueyi struggled between becoming a spirit and transforming into a spiritualist, and finally came to the side of justice. But He Jingtong never made the opposite choice from the beginning to the end.
His character and everything about him were specially developed just to become a spiritual master.
The smile on Fu Zexun's face grew wider unconsciously. Even though there was an extra Jing Yunsong in the environment, Fu Zexun still felt happy about He Jingtong's painful expression.
"Just now, your teammate Qi Xueyi took action." Fu Zexun said slowly what he wanted to say.
He required himself to speak clearly at this moment, word by word, and let the language become a blade to pierce He Jingtong's heart.
"But do you think he wants to join our fight to relieve your stress, or does he want to attack you, to attack you, to hurt Qi Yuan?"
Fu Zexun held the sword in his right hand, and the glasses that he had taken away from his left hand were also put back into the eye socket.
Fu Zexun hopes that all his emotions can be sensed by He Jingtong, but he does not want his thoughts to be seen by others.
The lens obscured the expression in his eyes, and the only sound he could hear was Jing Yunsong's angry roar: "Shut up!"
"A mad dog like you should just surrender and stop trying to sow discord here." As Jing Yunsong spoke, he quickly struck Fu Zexun with a wooden stick in his hand.
After the latter realized that his opponent had changed and was no longer He Jingtong who could be easily teased, he no longer maintained a complacent attitude and continued to provoke with a knife in one hand.
Instead, he gripped the knife handle tightly with both hands and chose to confront Jing Yunsong.
There is no point in running away. What Fu Zexun wants is for everyone around He Jingtong to push him personally and force him to come towards them.
Jing Yunsong is no exception.
When the wooden stick and the blade came into contact, the orange power belonging to Fu Zexun and the blue power belonging to Jing Yunsong collided violently.
The invisible force field brought about a strong wind, and the smoke and dust from the burning flames blurred He Jingtong's vision, making it impossible to see what he was thinking as he lowered his head.
"Ah... let me think about it." Fu Zexun's gentle and savage characteristics were fully revealed. When facing the powerful and savage Jing Yunsong, he still said frankly, "From what I know, Tan Dong was your teammate when you were a student."
Jing Yunsong didn't want to listen to his nonsense. After the two force fields collided, he quickly jumped back and continued to attack, causing the wooden stick wrapped in blue power to leave several afterimages.
After putting all the blue power into the weapon, Jing Yunsong completely gave up the idea of defense. As a result, Fu Zexun was unable to resist for a moment, and the sound of his voice also stopped briefly.
Until the wooden stick hit Fu Zexun's chest at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye.
The man took a few steps back, his glasses misted over by the steam from the hot sweat that kept oozing out of his forehead.
Fu Zexun's hand holding the knife was shaking slightly. The strength required to fight Jing Yunsong was extremely great, and it was not at the same level as when fighting He Jingtong. Therefore, Fu Zexun was also numb from the shock.
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Fu Zexun touched the inside of his mouth with his tongue. He swallowed the blood that he had not spit out completely, letting the rusty breath spread through his mouth. However, he did not forget to hold the knife in both hands. While looking at Jing Yunsong, he also said, "Guess why I chose to come alone this time."
The white alien has not shown any fighting ability so far. It has always been Fu Zexun, who is supposed to be the leader of the aliens, who is fighting personally.
Although he didn't want to be provoked by Fu Zexun's words, Jing Yunsong still stopped his overly fierce attack.
"What do you mean?"
"Isn't it obvious? It's just a trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain." Fu Zexun pushed his glasses, his breathing was suppressed to the point of being almost inaudible, and the man was still deliberately maintaining his so-called style.
"I come here for a purpose."
Fu Zexun certainly thought about forcing He Jingtong to be by his side today.
But it was not possible, because if he did that, he would lose control. After his emotions became increasingly excited, he could not control He Jingtong who came to his side and immediately transformed into a spirit.
But if that were the case, there would be too much to lose.
One is that Fu Zexun still can't perfectly preserve the spiritual master power of the alien spirit when it was alive, and the other point is... he wants He Jingtong to come to his side willingly.
To He Jingtong, he smiled and said to him: "Please do the experiment on me."
"Ha!" The panting sound that had been suppressed for a long time finally leaked out. But whether this was the panting caused by the great loss of physical strength forced by Jing Yunsong, perhaps only Fu Zexun himself knew.
Fu Zexun calmed his breathing and said in a cold tone: "As long as a big fire is lit on the mountain, people like you and Cui Tong will definitely become impulsive because of the safety of the students."
"Compared to you who are ready to go to the battlefield at any time, Tan Dong's ability is not enough for her to come to support."
Fu Zexun deliberately smiled at Jing Yunsong: "The one who was left behind, although it was a reasonable choice based on reality, being left behind already meant abandonment."
When he said this, it would be more accurate to say that Fu Zexun was deliberately provoking He Jingtong's heart rather than implying Jing Yunsong.
You see, you are left behind again.
Even if a teammate takes the initiative to take the unconscious student away, it only takes one teammate.
At least you should keep one to fight alongside you.
As for Qi Yuan... isn't he an inhuman spirit?
Have you ever thought about this? When you understood Qi Xueyi, when you were afraid of hurting the alien Qi Yuan, and when you hurt the alien Qi Yuan because you had no choice, was his attack aimed at him, Fu Zexun, or at you as a teammate?
After Fu Zexun said this, he even completely ignored Jing Yunsong.
His eyes were bright, and the burning forests were reflected in his pupils. But deep inside, some of them just lowered their heads and let the tip of Ming Jiuguan's knife touch the ground. They seemed to have forgotten that only when the weapon was held in their own hands could it have the defensive and offensive functions of the other half...
He Jingtong, what do you think?
Should I just plant a fuse deep in my heart that will be ignited sooner or later, or should I just treat myself as a devotee, a fool, and then...
Pointing the weapon at him again—
When Fu Zexun saw this scene, he burst into laughter.
"Haha, hahahahahaha!" Fu Zexun was not surprised by this result, because from the beginning to the end, he didn't think that he could take He Jingtong away today.
He was even excited about the result.
Because this is the most ideal artificial spiritual master that conforms to all of Fu Zexun's cognition.
"Forget everything else and focus only on the enemy in front of you. That's what you think, right?" Fu Zexun said to He Jingtong, but he still didn't forget to tell Jing Yunsong, "Tan Dong will die."
The tone was like a declaration.
"I will not allow a guy who can see through my bottom line to continue living in this world."
"Fuck you!" Jing Yunsong's hand holding the stick tightly, veins popped out in an instant. "What do you mean I can see through your bottom line? If I can really see through it, do you think your current danger will only spread within the Elite Academy?!
The alien spirit Qi Yuan, just this one point made Jing Yunsong want to use all his connections to jointly launch a manhunt for Fu Zexun.
"You want to hurt Tan Dong, but it's just to force He Jingtong.
"I didn't expect you to have this idea." Fu Zexun deliberately acted in surprise.
Jing Yunsong was so angry that his rationality seemed to be ignited by the fire around him, and he rushed towards Fu Zexun involuntarily.
After the attack was blocked again, Fu Zexun looked at Jing Yunsong provocatively: "Why can't I do that?
It's just to force congratulations to Jingtong.
"Of course I would not kill He Jingtong, I just think he is very interesting.
"I won't do experiments on him, at least not until I get tired of playing with him." Fu Zexun boasted that he was harmless to He Jingtong.
And I am determined to deepen this idea indefinitely.
"Just like your thought processes, I can guess them without even thinking deeply. Once He Jingtong is in mortal danger, He Yunian will just tear me into pieces.
"I won't let myself face that kind of situation, so I will just let He Jingtong come to me in person.
He Jingtong walked towards him in person. As long as Fu Zexun did not kill He Jingtong, even if it was He Yunian, the old man would not think that letting the younger generation go to the devil's cave for training was a bad thing.
The guy who dared to artificially train his eldest grandson to be a spiritualist is himself a madman in human skin.
It is not Fu Zexun's style to keep his thoughts buried.
Fu Zexun looked at Jing Yunsong and smiled again. Behind the lens, his eyes were calm and bright, just like a spring outing: "Choose, go back to save Tan Dong, or stay here and stop me from taking He Jingtong away.
Because he had no intention of taking He Jingtong away at this moment, Fu Zexun was in an invincible position at this moment.
No matter what choice Jing Yunsong makes, He Jingtong will have to bear the corresponding pain.
Jing Yunsong chose to stay, and He Jingtong had to face the fact that Tan Dong might die because of him.
Jing Yunsong chose to keep him and save Tan Dong, and He Jingtong had to face the fact that he was ruthlessly abandoned again.
Indeed, the devotion deliberately cultivated by the artificial spiritualist would make He Jingtong choose the former without hesitation between the two choices, but this does not mean that he would not feel pain because of the latter.
Fu Zexun took a deep breath. Even though the smell of burning wood was so burnt, he could still feel his heart beating abnormally.
"What to choose?
Jing Yunsong sneered, and he pointed the stick at Fu Zexun again, "How can you be qualified to act like a test maker and give me the required options.
"Are you worthy?
"As long as I catch you here, even if your dogs move quickly, they won't dare to really kill Tan Dong. Jing Yunsong rushed towards Fu Zexun again, like an inhuman beast, with a fierce aura.
"And if they really kill Tan Dong, don't worry, I will make sure you are buried with her.
"And even if you die...
The wooden stick was swung to its extreme, leaving a continuous afterimage. The stick was wrapped in a huge blue force and hit the blade of the sword accurately.
Visible to the naked eye, cracks appeared on the blade of the sword.
Weapons made of fine steel are now no match for a mere wooden stick in this burning fire.
The sword broke into two pieces. Jing Yunsong placed the wooden stick on Fu Zexun's neck, and with his mouth turned down, a dangerous look was revealed. His originally round eyes narrowed tightly, and with a murderous look, Jing Yunsong added: "I will also grind you to dust! !
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