Confucian Sword Fairy

Chapter 35 Dean
Bright Moon City is a hundred miles away.

Song Zhishu controlled Li Dao's flying sword and rushed towards Mingyue City.

The whole body of the three of them was blushing, and the fire poison had penetrated into their bodies. They felt like they were being scalded by boiling water all the time, and they were in excruciating pain.

The three of them had already fallen into a coma, and Song Zhishu also had fire poison in his body, but he had great righteousness and suppressed it steadily.

Along the way, Song Zhishu was taking drugs to replenish his mana. He dragged three people flying by himself, and the mana consumption was a bit exaggerated.

His body was dry and hot, Song Zhishu was extremely irritable, and a ball of anger was growing in his heart.

Looking back on 15 years, he traveled to this world, humbled and obedient, always felt that he was so bad, as long as he kept a low profile and quiet, no one would come to trouble him.

So in the past 15 years, except for occasional complaints about God, Song Zhishu has not done anything too extreme. When encountering anything, he mainly keeps a low profile and focuses on peace.

But at this moment, Song Zhishu could hardly suppress his emotions.

The ancients said that good people are bullied, and good horses are ridden by others.

Song Zhishu clenched his fists, what happened today taught him a lesson.

Self-protection depends not on swallowing one's anger, but on one's own strength. Only when one's own strength is strong can the enemy dare not offend.

"Bai Qiuyu, give me enough time, and I will make you pay in blood."

There was cruelty in Song Zhishu's eyes, two lives made him extremely gentle, without the blood of a teenager, but what happened today awakened Song Zhishu's cold blood.

Now that he possesses the four grand righteousness, he can become stronger faster, but it's a pity that the saint's sword embryo is not in his hand, otherwise, his promotion speed will be faster.

However, Song Zhishu withdrew his mind, and was more concerned about these three people.

Half an hour later, Song Zhishu arrived in Mingyue City. He was extremely fast, supported the three of them with mana, and went straight to the medical center.

"Rescue."

Song Zhishu roared loudly, and all eyes in the medical hall focused on him.

Soon, the handyman disciples in the medical center left and took the three of them directly to a separate room for healing.

About an hour later.

A handyman disciple came over, looked at Song Zhishu and said, "Brother, these three people were deeply injured by the fire poison, and they almost reached their lungs. To be cured, one needs to spend at least a hundred low-grade spirit stones."

"If there is no big problem, please brother pay the fee first."

The other party spoke and told the price, one hundred low-grade spirit stones per person. Song Zhishu's face changed when he heard the price.

This is three hundred low-grade spirit stones. To be honest, it is not a lot for saving lives, but he does not have them, which is very important.

"Can you get the object first? Give me seven days, and I will hand over the spirit stone to you."

Song Zhishu made a sound, and he took out Li Dao's flying sword as a debt repayment, but the latter couldn't help frowning.

"Senior brother, this is a medical center, not a pawn shop. There is a pawn shop on the left in front. We only accept spirit stones, and do not mortgage flying swords."

The latter spoke, but it was true.

"Li Qingzhou is my junior sister, and I hope that my junior brother will do me a favor. This flying sword is worth [-] spirit stones. Let me mortgage this place first. Within seven days, I will give you all the spirit stones."

Song Zhishu said, this is the second time he mentioned Li Qingzhou, he really didn't want to mention it, but at this time, he had to.

"Li Qingzhou?" The latter frowned even more, as if he had never heard of Li Qingzhou's name, but at this moment an old man walked out and said slowly, "Treat him."

When the old man opened his mouth, he was obviously well-informed. He had heard Li Qingzhou's name, and then glanced at the flying sword in Song Zhishu's hand, and he believed most of it.

"Thank you senior."

Song Zhishu made a ceremony.

"You don't need to thank me. After seven days, I can offer you the spirit stone. If you can't get it out, I don't care what relationship Li Qingzhou has with you. It's a small business, please forgive me."

The old man made a sound, and what he said seemed reasonable.

"Please don't worry, senior."

Song Zhishu breathed a sigh of relief, and bowed to the other party again, and the latter didn't say much, and immediately took medicine to treat the illness.

In this way, Song Zhishu sat outside the courtyard and waited until late at night.

"Senior Brother Song, it's stabilized. There's nothing serious about it. Would you like to go in and have a look?"

As the medical hall disciple walked out of the room, the latter let out a long breath, looked at Song Zhishu and said.

"Thank you."

Knowing that the three of Li Dao were safe and sound, Song Zhishu let out a long breath, he got up to thank him, and then went straight into the room.

The temperature in the room was a bit high, and the three of Li Dao were lying flat on the three beds, looking extremely weak.

But after hearing the footsteps, the three of them looked at Song Zhishu at the same time, especially Li Dao, who was over 50 years old, but when he saw Song Zhishu, Li Dao's eyes couldn't help getting wet.

What happened yesterday is also his responsibility. He was too greedy, and then encountered danger. Song Zhishu came to the rescue. Because he offended Bai Qiuyu, Song Zhishu was forced to hand over his flying sword to the other party. Drag it to Bright Moon City for treatment.

How can the three of them not know how much Song Zhishu has paid, and the gratitude in their hearts is beyond words.

Because as long as Song Zhishu did something wrong in one place, the lives of the three of them would be lost here.

"Brother Song, thank you for your kindness. I, Li Dao, owe you a life in this life, and I still don't pay it off. If you need Li Dao in the future, as long as you ask, my life will be yours."

Li Dao almost choked up, he didn't know what to say.

"Brother Song, my life, Wang Yue, will be given to you in the future. For all the things yesterday, your kindness will not be clear in this life."

"The grace of saving life is greater than the sky. If there is a chance in the future, I will return your life."

Wang Yue and Wu Lishan also spoke, and they were equally moved.

"It's fine."

Song Zhishu smiled. In fact, Song Zhishu has a good impression of Li Dao and the others. First, the three of them act in a straightforward and simple style without so much thoughtfulness. Second, the three of them have good personalities and are worth making friends with. That is, I have read sage books for 15 years.

Song Zhishu is not the kind of person who is ruthless and ungrateful, and only has interests in his eyes. The ancients said that life is not always, if the way is good, you will get it, and if you are not good, you will lose it.

And hearing this, the three of them couldn't help crying. This was not an affectation, there was gratitude to Song Zhishu, and hatred to Bai Qiuyu.

It's just that dozens of Confucian righteousness surged from the bodies of the three of them.

A total of thirty points, ten points per person, this change made Song Zhishu stunned, thirty points of Confucian righteousness in one breath, which is equivalent to three righteousness, plus the thirteen and a half points obtained before, a total of 43 and a half points Confucian righteousness.

Not to mention that it can be converted into the four great righteousness, just being able to open the jade box is already quite remarkable.

This is simply a surprise.

Soon, Song Zhishu understood what was going on, saving a life was better than building a seven-level pagoda, killing the red fire beast himself, and saving their lives, this may not be a big deal, but Bai Qiuyu's pressure, his own At a critical moment, he chose to give up the treasure and choose to save the three people he just met.

This is completely from the heart, without any consideration of gain or loss, so the Confucian righteousness will be gained more and more.

This is reasonable, but unexpected.

Resisting the joy in his heart, Song Zhishu was very calm, and Li Dao and the other three in the room were also very quiet, but after a while, Wang Yue's voice sounded.

"When I recover from my injury, I will go to the Law Enforcement Hall, beat the drum of injustice, and exchange one life for another."

Wang Yue spoke in a very calm tone.

But having said that, the room became even quieter.

The Law Enforcing Hall’s Wrong Drum is specially set up for Zongmen’s disciples. As long as they feel wronged, they can ring the Wrong Drum. The ancient mausoleum of the gate has been guarding the mausoleum for 30 years for the ancestors.

You have to win, if the Law Enforcement Hall finds that the truth is not on you, you will be expelled from the sect and become a useless person.

If both sides have the same reasoning, then the end will be even worse, abolish the cultivation base, distribute the cemetery, and keep the mausoleum for 50 years.

That is to say, whether it is right or wrong, they must go to guard the mausoleum for 30 years.

But what is ridiculous is that the Drum of Crying Wrongs has not sounded once in decades. It’s not that there are no grievances, and it’s not that no one dares to beat it, but the disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall are guarding the Drum of Crying Wrongs. .

After asking clearly, make a simple judgment, it doesn't matter if you are not convinced, there will be a way to convince you.

Is it fair?
There's nothing unfair or fair about it, because that's the reality.

"For other outer disciples, I support you, but don't think too much about what he said. Bai Qiuyu is not someone we can offend."

Li Dao's voice sounded, full of helplessness, and partly reconciled.

"What is Bai Haochen's background?"

Song Zhishu understood what Li Dao meant in an instant, so he directly asked Bai Haochen what his origin was.

"Taihao's true disciple."

"The relationship with Taihao's chief senior brother is very good, and the next senior senior brother will basically be him."

"Junior Brother Wang, do you think this matter can cause trouble? I'm afraid we don't need Bai Haochen to come forward. Any inner sect brother who wants to curry favor with Bai Haochen can easily crush us to death."

Li Dao slowly revealed the identity behind Bai Qiuyu.

Sure enough, after saying this, everyone was completely silent, even Song Zhishu was silent.

True disciple.

The next Chief Senior Brother?

What a heaven-defying identity this is. The gap between them can no longer be described as a gap. It is the difference between clouds and mud, and it is even more the gap between real dragons and ants.

Not to mention the chief of the true biography, even an inner sect is not an existence that the four people in the room can touch, they are just handymen.

"Brother Song, if you have a really good relationship with Senior Sister Qingzhou, don't let her know about this, or it will make it difficult for her."

Li Dao made a sound, looked at Song Zhishu, and said so.

"understood."

For some reason, after hearing about Bai Qiuyu's identity backstage, the anger in her heart was reduced by half, which was a bit ridiculous.

In front of the strong, I really can't bear to be angry.

It was another half an hour, the four of them remained silent, and each other was in a bad mood.

At this moment, Song Zhishu stood up and said, "I'll go back first and come to see you in two days."

When he spoke, the three of them knew that Song Zhishu was in a bad mood, so they didn't say anything, but hoped that Song Zhishu could take it easy.

After Song Zhishu left, Li Dao's voice sounded again.

"When the injury recovers, let's collect some spirit stones and buy Brother Song a top-quality flying sword at the rally."

"The grace of saving your life, don't forget it."

Li Dao made a sound.

The two responded without any reluctance.

And leave the hospital.

Song Zhishu's heart was particularly heavy, and he smiled from time to time.

Laugh yourself timid.

Laugh yourself cowardly.

Laugh yourself humble.

Laugh yourself ridiculous.

Before, he was full of passion and wanted to be incompatible with Bai Qiuyu. After hearing Bai Qiuyu's identity, all the anger disappeared like an ebb tide. Isn't that ridiculous?

Sure enough, walking the world with a sword, drinking water for ten years, hot blood hard to cool, are all tricks to coax children.

When things really happen, people's instinctive reaction is still to be afraid.

Walking in the middle of the street, Song Zhishu came to the outside of Mingyue Academy unknowingly. It was very quiet here. Song Zhishu raised his head and glanced at Mingyue Academy.

Unlike the previous days, Mingyue Academy gradually returned to tranquility, and at the entrance of the academy, an old man in a Confucian robe walked out slowly, just in time to meet Song Zhishu's eyes.

Sensing Song Zhishu's gaze, the old man showed a gentle smile before speaking.

Song Zhishu's voice sounded first.

"Dare to ask sir, a gentleman is confused, what should I do?"

Song Zhishu opened his mouth, looked at the other party and asked.

The old man was taken aback for a moment, obviously he didn't expect Song Zhishu to ask such a question when he came up.

But before he could think, Song Zhishu's voice sounded again.

"Dare to ask sir, if a gentleman is angry, what should he do?"

This is the second question.

The latter was taken aback again, and Song Zhishu came to ask the third question.

"Dare to ask sir, what should a gentleman do when he encounters injustice?"

"Dare to ask sir, a gentleman is born timid, what should I do?"

"May I ask sir, what is the way of a gentleman?"

Song Zhishu was no longer asking the third question, but asked a few sentences in succession. The series of questions made the old man really not know how to answer.

Soon, Song Zhishu came to his senses and lost his composure.

"Please forgive me, sir. The student lost his composure for a while, and I hope you don't mind."

After saying this, Song Zhishu bowed and said goodbye. He came up for no reason and just asked questions. He was not familiar with him, so it was a bit presumptuous.

It's just that after Song Zhishu left, the old man couldn't help laughing. Song Zhishu's style is really rare.

"Dean, are you going out?"

At this time, a figure came from behind. It was a young student wearing a Confucian robe and standing behind the old man.

"Well, let's go for a walk."

He spoke, then looked at Song Zhishu's back, and smiled slightly, but he didn't care too much.

However, just when he looked back.

In an instant, the dean of Mingyue Academy was stunned.

(End of this chapter)