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

Story line: The dynasty before the Great Zhou Dynasty was called Shang, and then the State Teacher and Xiao Qi established the country as the Zhou Dynasty. It has been nearly 300 years, and there have been hundreds of years in the world where there have been no immortals, and there is no news of people who became immortals in the past. Where there is no trace, only the magic weapons made by various immortals are left to prove its existence.

In the past ten years, visions have occurred frequently, Ziwei stars move, lotus flowers fall from the sky, and great chaos is about to break out.

Sudden disasters continued in Central Continent, such as drought and frequent outbreaks of locust plagues, while the government was corrupt and incompetent.

Taking this opportunity, the Luo Sect, which had been dormant for many years, launched an uprising and succeeded in one fell swoop. It occupied Zhongzhou as its base and promoted the belief of the Wusheng Old Mother. The religious symbol was the White Lotus under the Old Mother's seat. The White Lotus Sect was subsequently split into two groups based on different ideas. However, due to the methods Too cruel and was eliminated by many parties, only the leader is on the run.

Without Zheng Beiguan, the northern border gradually fell into a passive situation in the tug-of-war with the Xiongnu. At the same time, they had to take into account the conspiracy from the capital, so they sent the new eldest son Zheng Si'er to Mao'er Mountain to find the breaker.

The Luo Jiao contended with the capital, and the Northern Territory contended with the Xiongnu. At the same time, the Northern Territory and the Luo Jiao temporarily reached a non-aggression treaty. The three forces maintained a delicate balance and restrained each other.

And the famous Taoist sect chooses not to enter the mortal world, which does not affect the power struggle and rotation in the mortal world.

Chapter 49 Epilogue

Hei Wuchang was taken aback for a moment, then withdrew his smile and looked up and down at Ling Xiaodong who was walking towards him.

"The footsteps are loose, the shoulders are shaking, the arms are spread, the front door is wide open, and there are flaws everywhere."

After making a brief comment, he couldn't help but laugh again. His eyebrows were raised, and his eyes were as contemptuous as looking at a three-year-old child. In his eyes, Ling Xiaodong's behavior was no less than a mayfly shaking a tree or a mantis using its arms as a cart.

"I thought there was such a powerful character coming, but it turned out to be an arrogant kid who doesn't know the heights of the world. He's boring."

Hei Wuchang lost patience with Ling Xiaodong in an instant, even if he was playing, he needed to find a toy that was not easy to break. This person in front of him really didn't interest him.

"That's all, let's try the sword on you."

Zheng Si'er, who was far away, was in a hurry. She barely endured the pain of falling apart bones and stood up straight. She only had time to yell at Ling Xiaodong:

"Brother Ling, be careful!"

Then, because of the pain in her bones, she staggered and was about to fall forward.

At this time, Hei Wuchang had already crossed a distance of nine feet in an instant, appeared in front of Ling Xiaodong, and slashed towards the front very freely.

The blade cut into the Taoist robe in Tsing Yi, like chopping the air, approaching from the left shoulder and coming out from the right hip without any resistance.

This sword is really sharp, Hei Wuchang thought in his heart.

But in the next moment, his dark pupils shrank suddenly, his toes touched the ground, and he quickly pushed back to his original position. His eyes quickly scanned up, down, left, and right in all directions.

Because Ling Xiaodong could no longer see him where he was standing.

What Hei Wuchang slashed just now was just a phantom left in his pupils at the last moment.

"I thought that the second best martial artist in the world was just a little more powerful than Shao Yinhua. It's a shame that I was so prepared."

Ling Xiaodong's voice sounded faintly from behind Hei Wuchang's side, causing him to turn around abruptly and look towards the place where the voice came from.

I saw that Ling Xiaodong had run away from Zheng Si'er in the jungle since some time ago, supporting her arm so that she would not fall to the ground.

"Brother Ling..."

Zheng Sier looked at the young man's face in front of her in confusion.

Originally thought that he was going to die on the spot, but for some reason he appeared by his side.

Ling Xiaodong held her soft lotus root arm with one hand, and the willow-like waist with the other, and supported her to sit slowly on the ground.

"you......"

"Brother Que, it's all right now, I'm here."

Zheng Si'er clearly knew that Ling Xiaodong would definitely not be the opponent of Hei Wuchang, but hearing his confident and gentle voice, she involuntarily nodded her head slightly, bit her lower lip lightly, and said in response:

"Ah."

Hei Wuchang looked down at the sword in his hand, then raised his head and frowned at Ling Xiaodong in the forest.

"Magic? No, this place is already a perfect one. Is that...a blinding technique?"

After Ling Xiaodong helped Zheng Si'er to sit down, he still didn't raise his eyes to look at Hei Wuchang, but looked at Zheng Si'er in front of him, and asked:

"Brother Que, where is your pain?"

Although Zheng Sirer didn't know why Brother Ling asked this question now, she still said blankly:

"I...my back hurts..."

She was beaten and flew upside down just now, breaking several thick tree knots, and now her back is full of burning pain.

"okay, I get it."

Ling Xiaodong put his hand on Zheng Si'er's back and rubbed it gently for her, which made Zheng Si'er's face turn red.

"Although I don't know what kind of tricks you used to hide your eyes, but since you are so affectionate, it is appropriate to cook them in a pot."

Hei Wuchang stopped smiling, and his face was very gloomy.

He felt that he was being treated like a monkey by the young man in green in front of him, and his purpose was to pretend to be sophisticated, so that he would not dare to take action, and finally retreat without a fight.

"My master sprained his right foot."

Ling Xiaodong stood up, and said something to Hei Wuchang without beginning or end.

Hei Wuchang grinned grinningly and asked, "So?"

Click.

There was a sound like a broken wooden beam.

Hei Wuchang put his hands on the ground, and raised his face from the mud in a daze. Just now, he seemed to be pushed on his back by an inexplicable force, and fell forward on the ground in the posture of a dog chewing mud.

"Sigh~"

At the same time, he felt a sharp pain in his right leg, and he looked back.

I saw that my right leg was raised backwards and was being held by Ling Xiaodong in his hand, as if the moisture in the towel had been wrung out, it was twisted directly into a twisted twist.

"Brother Que's waist is twisted."

Ling Xiaodong raised one foot and lightly stepped on Hei Wuchang's waist.

At this time, Hei Wuchang's eyes were full of unbelievable horror, which was exactly the same as Grandma Mo's expression when she knew about the Immortal World.

He was sweating profusely from the pain and pain he had never experienced. In the past, black impermanence was only imposed on others before, and then he admired the pain and begging for mercy of others. He never thought that one day it would be his turn.

"Wait...woo!"

Hei Wuchang was about to say something, but Ling Xiaodong exerted force with his right foot and stepped on it directly.

Big streams of blood overflowed from his mouth and nose, and only instinctive twitching remained in his whole body.

"You...cough cough cough."

He looked at Ling Xiaodong's calm face unwillingly and wanted to ask, but the blood in his mouth was choked into his lungs, and he could only cough and utter a word.

Even a powerful grand master would not be able to live if his internal organs were trampled into a ball of paste, unless there was an immortal technique to hang his life and protect his soul.

He does know some ways to escape from the body, and maybe he can still have a chance of survival elsewhere.

It's a pity that there is no distinction between the enemy and the earth here, and any magical means are useless here.

Heiwuchang's struggle gradually weakened, and his wide-open eyes gradually lost their light, becoming as dim as the corpse of a fairy.

He tortured and killed countless times in his life. Who knew that in the end, he died in such a way in the trap he set. He didn't even know the name of the person who killed him, and he didn't have any strength to fight back.

The gap between a grand master and a land god is far greater than the gap between a grand master and a grand master.

"Hmph, it's really cheap for you."

Ling Xiaodong loosened Heiwuchang's right leg, moved his foot away from his back, turned his head and said relaxedly:

"Everyone, the leader of Bailian has been executed, we can go back."

But the audience was silent, and no one responded to him.

Mu Qinghe, Zheng Si'er, and Grandma Mo all stared blankly at Heiwuchang's corpse on the ground.

The murderer who was full of evil causes, the second greatest master in the world, and Hei Wuchang who pushed himself and others into a desperate situation, died just like this?

"Okay! Brother Ling is amazing!"

The dazed Zheng Si'er sat on the ground and applauded loudly for Ling Xiaodong.

Although I don't know why Brother Ling is so powerful, but why bother so much, after all, let's celebrate first!

Chapter 50 After the event

Yue Yingying landed on one foot, leaning on a branch with one hand, jumped out of the forest, and finally stopped beside Heiwuchang's corpse.

With the branch in her hand, she poked the lifeless White Lotus Hierarch on the ground, and asked with a frown:

"This is Heiwuchang? It doesn't look like a bad guy, but rather a scholar."

"Master, you might as well take a look at that small pond, he probably made it."

Ling Xiaodong had already seen the pond filled with sticks and mummified corpses, but before he had focused all his attention on Hei Wuchang, now that he took a closer look, he felt even more disgusting.

Yue Yingying looked at Ling Xiaodong's fingers, her face turned livid in an instant, she turned her head and stopped looking, but raised the branch in her hand and angrily hit the black impermanent corpse twice.

Ling Xiaodong walked up to Mu Qinghe, knelt down and grabbed her arm.

"Master Ling, you..."

Mu Qinghe leaned back against the boulder, staring blankly at Ling Xiaodong in front of her, her cherry lips pursed slightly, but she was still too shocked by the scene just now to speak.

"Miss Mu, I'm sorry."

Although it was Zheng Si'er's body, Ling Xiaodong said it beforehand out of politeness.

He rolled up the cuffs of Mu Qinghe's black dress, revealing the slender wrists that were as white as suet underneath, then put his index finger, middle finger and ring finger on the pulse, closed his eyes and focused on the diagnosis.

Although Heiwuchang is dead, there is still no need for any magic techniques here, and only the most primitive methods can be used for healing.

However, looking, smelling, asking, and cutting are the skills that Ling Xiaodong used to earn money for food in Mingyue Temple before, and now he can be regarded as familiar with them when he uses them.

"Daoist Ling...how did you give that black impermanence to..." Mu Qinghe hesitated for a moment, and then asked: "Of course, if Daoist Ling is inconvenient to say, just pretend I didn't ask Just do it."

Mu Qinghe thought that Ling Xiaodong had used some unique technique and would not be affected. After all, it was too shocking to easily defeat the second greatest grandmaster in the world simply by relying on force.

"It's nothing special. It's just that I'm faster and stronger than him."

Ling Xiaodong smiled and shrugged.

When he first came here, he thought it would be a fierce battle, and he planned to use all the eighteen martial arts that Li Pengjiao taught him, but when Hei Wuchang made a move, he knew that this person was actually not much better than Shao Yinhua.

But since the number two in the world is at this level under his hands, what state is he?

Ling Xiaodong was even more puzzled, where did the strange Dao seal on his forehead and this inexplicable force come from?

He couldn't help but think of the letter Li Pengjiao left for him before he left, and he always felt that there was something lurking behind the fog, manipulating everything secretly without his knowing it.

"oh, I see......"

Hearing Ling Xiaodong's insincere answer, Mu Qinghe lowered her head in disappointment, lowered her eyelashes, and lightly pursed her thin lips.

Relying on force alone is faster and stronger than Heiwuchang?

I'm afraid Wenren Yiqing doesn't have the ability to subdue Hei Wuchang with one move. It is estimated that only the national teacher can do it in the whole Great Zhou Dynasty. It is obvious that this is a perfunctory answer.

To him, he was an outsider after all.

Ling Xiaodong didn't know what Mu Qinghe was thinking, and after confirming that there was nothing serious, she lowered her wrist.

"Miss Mu will just rest for a few days."

"This is the second time."

"Ok?"

Ling Xiaodong raised his head in astonishment, and looked at Mu Qinghe's exquisite dimple.

He didn't know if it was a delusion or what, but originally he felt that although Mu Qinghe and Zheng Si'er were similar in appearance, there were still some differences, one was more vigorous and heroic, and the other was more gentle and holy.

But since the two of them changed their bodies, everything has changed as well.

Only then did he realize that the two sisters really looked exactly the same, there was no difference at all, and the reason he felt the difference was just the difference in temperament.

Mu Qinghe looked deeply at Ling Xiaodong's puzzled face, her eyes flowing like spring water.

"This is the second time Taoist Ling has saved me in danger, and I have never repaid you in return."