My filial piety has deteriorated, so I have no choice but to be a rebellious disciple

"Has my Holy Cult ever slaughtered innocent people? Did Zheng Shizi make a mistake?"

Zheng Si'er snorted coldly.

"Hmph! As expected of a member of a cult, you don't change your face when you tell a lie, can it be true that I have seen it with my own eyes?"

She leaned over, the sword in her hand moved forward and backward, her body tensed like a crossbow ready to go, and she was ready to go straight at Mu Qinghe in the next moment.

Seeing that there was nothing she could do, Mu Qinghe felt helpless, so she could only sigh slightly.

Grandma Mo once swore an oath to the heavens, that she would never hurt anyone in this life, and that's why she achieved the Dao of Compassion today. Originally, she thought that with the company of Grandma Mo, a rare high-level expert in the upper three realms, this mission would be foolproof. Who knew To be able to meet a monk with a more advanced cultivation base.

Just as she pulled out the jade pendant hanging in the skirt, and was about to crush it to escape, Ling Xiaodong grabbed Zheng Si'er who was a bit over the top in time.

He leaned close to Zheng Si'er's ear and said anxiously:

"Brother Que! Do you still remember what you promised me earlier? Dongming Stone! Where is your stone?"

Zheng Si'er was taken aback for a moment, and only then did she remember what happened.

"It's not impossible to let you go, but there are two conditions."

She slowly retracted the sword in her hand into its sheath, and took out the Hollow Stone from her bosom.

Mu Qinghe let go of the slender hand that was holding the jade pendant on her chest. It would be better not to use this treasure.

"What conditions?"

Zheng Si'er held the pure white and flawless Dongming Stone in her palm, and showed it to Mu Qinghe.

"This stone is called Dongming Stone. It can see the good and bad of people's hearts. If you want us to let you go, we must first prove that the three of you are not evil people. Do you dare?"

"Why don't you dare?"

Mu Qinghe agreed decisively.

"Okay, catch it!"

Zheng Si'er threw the stone in his hand, but Mu Qinghe didn't reach out to catch it. The stone flew halfway and stopped suddenly in the air.

The Hole Stone slowly floated in front of Grandma Mo, and after being scrutinized for a while, it flew back into Mu Qinghe's palm.

"There's nothing wrong with this stone."

Mu Qinghe nodded slightly, and grasped the hole stone.

Strange changes appeared inside the stone again. The original pure white color turned into curling white eyes in the stone, and when it was retracted toward the center, the stone became colorless and transparent.

Within a few breaths, misty clouds and smoke floated out from the center again, the color was still pure white, unchanged from when it was in Zheng Sier's hands.

"How? Just like this?"

Although Mu Qinghe didn't know what the change in the stone meant, she still confidently held it in her palm.

Ling Xiaodong had expected this result a long time ago, he knew that Mu Qinghe was not a villain, but Zheng Sier beside him was a little surprised by this result.

She stared blankly at the color of the cave bright stone.

Exactly the same as yourself?That is to say, the character of this cult saint is also the same as her own?

"There are two other people!"

She wondered if the stone was broken. How could this be the result?

Mu Qinghe handed the hole stone to Xiaoqing who was beside her, and the stone changed again, turning into the gray color of ordinary people.

It is neither white nor black, which means that there is nothing wrong with the cave stone.

And the stone ended up in the hands of the kind and kind Grandma Mo. The old man held the stone in his hand, and Zheng Si'er was even more dumbfounded by his reaction.

Not only is it pure and flawless, but there are even faint golden patterns emerging on it, which means that it is almost a saint!

"Okay, you have met the first condition."

Zheng Si'er said in a muffled voice.

It was difficult for her to understand why a group of people in the cult had such a mind. Did they come out of the mud and remain untouched, or did she really misunderstand them?

Mu Qinghe threw the cave stone back and asked again:

"What about the second condition?"

"The second condition is to abandon darkness and turn to light..."

"impossible!"

Before Zheng Si'er finished speaking, she was directly interrupted by Mu Qinghe.

She frowned slenderly, seemed sullen, and said righteously:

"My holy religion takes saving the common people in the world as its mission, and is determined to achieve the kingdom of God on earth, so that there will be no more suffering and torture in the world. Who is the darkness and who is the light?"

Seeing Mu Qinghe's determination, Ling Xiaodong could only sigh softly.

Sure enough, it will not go so smoothly.

Zheng Si'er also shook her head with regret, and put her hands on the hilt of the sword at her waist again.

"Then I'm sorry, although I don't want to take action against you, but I can't let you go to help the cult grow. The prince is the only person who can save the common people."

She pulled out the sword from her waist, and the bright blade of the sword shone on the girl's resolute face.

"But considering your character, I won't let you die. You can spend the rest of your life in the palace well. When the world is at peace, you will naturally be released."

In the next instant, Zheng Si'er disappeared in the same place, and a blurred shadow rushed straight towards Mu Qinghe.

Xiaoqing could only keep her eyes wide open, and she didn't even have time to open her mouth to remind her. On the other side, Grandma Mo could see clearly. Although she couldn't hurt anyone, she was enough to trap her.

But when she wanted to stop her, she was directly suppressed by Yue Yingying with the supreme authority in this world.

It was only then that she remembered that she and the others were still in the realm of the dark night.

Yue Yingying stood by and watched the show, while Ling Xiaodong didn't know who to help, so he could only stare at the two of them, ready to stop them at any time.

The two people in the arena had already started fighting, and the two figures, one black and one white, were mixed together.

Zheng Si'er bullied himself up, pinching Mu Qinghe with the sword in his hand from left to right, but was dodged by the latter's soft lower back.

"Huh? Are you also a master?"

She didn't want to hurt anyone with this move earlier, so she withdrew a little bit of strength. She didn't expect that the opponent is also a top three hundred martial arts master in the world, and his movements are so agile.

Mu Qinghe tapped the ground with her toes, jumped back a few steps, and distanced herself from Zheng Sier.

"My Holy Cult does not want to be an enemy of the King of the North, but I am not afraid of anyone!"

She could crush the jade pendant right now, and run away with Grandma Mo and Xiaoqing.

But it was related to Luo Jiao's dignity, and the woman in front of her, who looked like her, was similar in age and strength, really aroused her fighting spirit.

Besides, Ling Daochang seemed to have persuaded the fairy not to make a move, so he could leave after a battle at this time.

Mu Qinghe slowly released the unsheathed lotus sword at her waist, and held a gorgeous sword flower in her slender hand.

"If you want to fight, then fight."

Chapter 31 Flee

Ling Xiaodong was in a dilemma for a while, not knowing who to help.

And Yue Yingying stood by and watched the big show while knocking on melon seeds, while suppressing Grandma Mo and Xiaoqing so that they would not dare to act rashly.

At this time, the square of the government office has turned into a pure arena, and the two very similar girls, black and white, will compete today.

Mu Qinghe was very confident.

Because the weapon in his hand is not an ordinary product, but the immeasurable lotus robbery sword specially brought out from the sect in order to kill the leader of Bailian.

This is one of the sacred artifacts of Luojiao, and it is also the saber of the leader.

Although Mu Qinghe couldn't exert the immeasurable meritorious power of the sword in his hands, but just relying on its hardness and sharpness, it was enough to cut gold and jade, and cut iron like mud.

This is also the reason why this sword does not have a scabbard. Because it is too sharp, even the hardest material will be easily destroyed.

But Zheng Si'er didn't know this.

When she saw Mu Qinghe slashing towards her with a sword in her hand, she was a little surprised, thinking it was a huge flaw.

As long as one blocks the horizontal sword with his right hand, the straight knife in his left hand can be swung at the waist, and it is absolutely impossible for the opponent to retract the sword in time to block again. This is the advantage of dual wielding swords, and the changes are more flexible.

But when she held the sword in front of her and swung the long knife with her left hand, she found something was wrong.

Seeing the two swords striking each other, Zheng Si'er exerted all his strength with his right hand to take down the seemingly powerful vertical chop, but unexpectedly found that the sword was light and weightless.

She looked in surprise.

I saw that when the long sword in Mu Qinghe's hand touched the thousand-forged steel sword made by his famous craftsman, it seemed to have no resistance, and it cut through like tofu, and then slashed straight towards his head.

Zheng Si'er's black and white pupils reflected more and more swords.

As soon as she gritted her teeth, the left hand holding the knife suddenly exerted force, and the black garment wrapped around her left arm exploded due to the sudden swelling of true energy, revealing the white and tender lotus root arm underneath.

At the moment of crisis, Zheng Si'er forcibly reversed the horizontal slash of the long knife in her left hand, and struck towards Mu Qinghe's sword.

Ding!

There was a crisp sound of steel hitting, Zheng Si'er narrowly avoided the fatal blow, and distanced himself from Mu Qinghe.

Ling Xiaodong let out a long breath, and let go of his tightly clenched hands.

This was even scarier than going up to fight by himself, just now Ling Xiaodong almost rushed to save people.

All of this happened in a blink of an eye, but in the eyes of Ling Xiaodong who was concentrating on it, the movements of the two were extremely slow.

Although Zheng Sier's immediate reaction was extremely fast, he could clearly see that when Mu Qinghe's sword was about to strike Zheng Sier, he suddenly slowed down. There was no chance to miss the long sword.

In fact, it is reasonable to say that Zheng Si'er has already lost now. If Mu Qinghe hadn't shown mercy and Ling Xiaodong and Yue Yingying hadn't made a move, she would still be a corpse.

But the two on the field didn't notice it themselves. Because the speed was too fast, they didn't know who came first, and they just thought it happened at the same time.

Mu Qinghe looked at Zheng Si'er, her eyes flashed with admiration, and she suddenly felt the joy of meeting her opponent.

"What a quick response!"

Zheng Si'er glanced at the lotus sword in Mu Qinghe's hand with fear, and changed the long sword in his left hand to his right, and also praised:

"What a fast sword!"

The two standing still turned into two afterimages, one black and one white, mixed together like yin and yang.

The sound of tinkling gold and iron resounded through the government office at a very high frequency, forming a chime bell full of fighting spirit.

Although the Wuliang Lotus Tribulation Sword in Mu Qinghe's hand was extremely sharp and nothing could stop, Zheng Si'er also had a way to fight it.

No matter how sharp the sword is, the surface of the sword will not hurt anyone.

She avoided the sharp edge, and every time the sword clashed, she used the steel knife in her hand to hit the blade of the long sword.

Although the speed and strength of the two are almost the same, their fighting experience is different.

Zheng Si'er was not only taught by General Wushuang, the great master of martial arts, Wenren Yiqing, but also went to the battlefield with the army.

Her saber skills open and close, like a torrent of iron riding, rushing forward with unparalleled momentum.

The sword technique on the battlefield is a pure killing technique, without any fancy things, which makes Mu Qinghe a little overwhelmed.

Although she is not a pampered saint, due to her noble status, she has no chance to participate in real life-and-death fights, and Zheng Si'er's sword that almost smells of rust is full of murderous intent, which she has never seen before.

Mu Qinghe was beaten back again and again, the tiger's mouth holding the sword had already started to go numb, but Zheng Si'er, on the other hand, became more and more courageous as he fought, chasing Mu Qinghe and biting him to the death.

Just hear a ding.

Mu Qinghe's right hand lost strength, and the long sword spun a few times in the air, and plunged obliquely into the bluestone ground, leaving only the hilt out.

"Miss be careful!"

Xiaoqing, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, shouted out nervously.

Seeing that Mu Qinghe had no weapon in her hand, Zheng Si'er stopped using the knife.

She put the four fingers of her left hand together, clasped her thumb inward, and slapped Mu Qinghe's chest. After all, Zheng Sirer had no intention of killing anyone.

Mu Qinghe's right hand was numb, so she had to form a palm with her left hand to face it.

boom!

The two palms hit each other, and there was a loud cracking noise from the collision of powerful qi. The robes of the two of them fluttered, and then they jumped behind at the same time.