"With eyes like molten steel and filled with resentment, you must be what Wuzhong calls a demon cultivator." Lu Xing's voice fell into the ears of the listener, as if he was hiding sharp energy.

"Who!" He Xingsi looked around and stopped at the front of the building, where there were two people dressed in white.

"Tan Jing, Lu Xing!"

"How is it possible? I opened this underground palace with my own hands. How did you get in?"

He Xingsi backed away as he spoke, wanting to take the opportunity to run away, but suddenly he remembered that Han Rui was waiting behind him, and cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead. He swallowed hard and had no choice but to admit his mistake, otherwise with Lu Xing's sword intent, half of the

Qi Mu, who was in Bu Da Ru realm, was dead, so how could he resist?

"Disciple He Xingsi, I have met Senior Sister Tan and paid my respects to the Crown Prince!" After saying this, He Xingsi first bowed and then knelt down to kowtow.

"I don't want to practice magic. I am middle-aged and poor, and my mother is seriously ill. I have been living in poverty for ten years, but I can't save my mother. I can only change my name to He Chilian and practice magic to save my mother." He Xingsi kowtowed again, with a heavy tone, as if he was digging his heart out.

Said.

He Xingsi did not dare to raise his head. Winning the forgiveness of Lu Xing and Tan Jing was his only way out.

"Today, I would like to give up all my cultivation and start from scratch, read the books of sages and cultivate my aura of greatness."

"I hope that the prince and the elder sister will give this disciple a chance to put things right and correct his mistakes." He Xingsi kowtowed again, this time for the third time.

This scene was naturally seen by Lu Xing and Tan Jing. He Xingsi's series of actions were to save his life, but there might be some sincerity in his words.

"What do you think? This is a family matter in your academy. I can't make a decision for you." Lu Xing bent down and picked up the sword gourd on the ground. He had already looked at the white surfaces of He Xingsi's hands. They were all calloused. He came from a poor family.

He must not be lying. What Lu Xing is really interested in is the gentle palm that handed him the note. If He Xingsi is not He Xingsi, could it be another demon cultivator?

Tan Jing frowned, her beautiful eyes were bright, as if she could see through people's hearts, "He Xingsi, He Chilian, both names are good. When you decided to become a demon cultivator, you should be as determined as you are today. That day was for your mother's life.

, Today is for my own life. I want to give you a message: a gentleman seeks the eight principles, you seek filial piety and forget your integrity, a gentleman does not care about your life, you forget your faith for the sake of your life."

Tan Jing stepped forward, her hands hanging in front of her chest, her body leaning slightly, a little stooped. She was eloquent, like a well-behaved lady.

"Do you think I don't know? Those who cultivate demons need to kill, and every time they ascend to the realm, they must use the lives of others as a barrier. Whether it is covering up the secrets of heaven or stealing people's lives, it is all a matter of theft and a thief."

He Xingsi looked at Tan Jing who was walking towards him step by step. He didn't dare to straighten up or even look into Tan Jing's eyes. The so-called obsession is a matter of one thought. He was deeply trapped in this way and knew that most of his actions were evil.

, Fang regretted it.

"How do I forgive you? Or do you and I go to your old mother, sit down and talk, and see how she forgives you?"

Tan Jing stopped in front of the archway, only a plaque separated her from He Xingsi. They were both dressed in white, but one was old and the other was new, as if they were a world apart.

"It's not up to me to judge your crime. You should ask about the national law, the family rules, or you are holding your own heart. Can you forgive yourself for what you did?"

Each word seemed like an axe, opening up He Xingsi's heart, and even digging out memories of the past ten years in which he had lived in poverty. The past events came to mind, leaving two lines of clear tears and a dull kowtow.

"Master, are you... going to force me, He Xingsi, to death?"

"In six years of cultivating demons, I killed three people, but none of them were good!"

"When you pass through the door of death, you must observe life and death to break the heart of the lake, so as to draw out the evil spirit. What I killed was a barefoot doctor in the village. He was a comatose doctor. My mother's condition worsened because of taking his medicine.

To break a mortal body in the second realm, you need to fuse other people's bones and blood to shape the body with demonic energy. I killed two horse bandit leaders, and they were both butchers who killed innocent people indiscriminately and did not regard human life as their own."

Not far away, Lu Xing fell into deep thought while listening to He Xingsi's words.

"The first level is to pass through the door of death, and the second level is to shatter the mortal body. Break the heart lake to attract demonic energy, and occupy other people's blood and bones. Who created such a cultivation method that goes against heaven? Who can create this method?

If a person is willing to take the right path, he will definitely be able to leave his name throughout the ages."

"Cultivating demons and cultivating demons, in the final analysis, is just to strengthen oneself, but the method is too extreme, and the three religions will not tolerate it, and the human law will not tolerate it."

The palace fell into a long silence, and Tan Jing seemed to have been thinking for a long time, until her beautiful eyes became bright again, and she spoke again, seemingly clearing up her thoughts.

"He Xingsi, tell me your mother's life and address. When I get out, someone will take care of your mother and let her enjoy her old age."

"You have been deeply possessed and your crimes are unforgivable. If you have a shred of clarity in your heart, you can channel your energy and commit suicide. I will build a tomb for you, which will bring an end to your ten years of hardship."

Two rays of demonic energy gushed out from He Xingsi's eyes, and two drops of blood and tears fell. The demonic aura all over his body dissipated, and his eyes were exceptionally clear.

"Disciple He Xingsi, thanks Master for your kindness, I am willing to commit suicide."

...This was the last sentence. He Xingsi knelt on the ground, his waist straight, his eyes clear, and he looked up at the sky. When he was alive, he could not straighten his waist, but when he died, he finally had no more constraints.

"He should have been a disciple who could enter the academy..." Tan Jing closed her eyes, tears falling down her cheeks, mostly because she couldn't bear it.

Lu Zhong walked to Tan Jing and patted her shoulder to express his comfort: "If He Xingsi is telling the truth, he can be considered a miserable man. He died with the pride of a scholar, so it is not a shame."

Tan Jing sighed softly: "That's why it's a pity for me. Every time there is a great chaos in the world, there will be a resurgence of demonic cultivators. Three academies have spent eight hundred years dealing with demonic cultivators, but they can't completely eradicate them."

"Is there magic in this world?" Lu Xing asked.

Tan Jing said: "Perhaps there is, and the founders of the three religions also think so, but they have yet to find where the great path is. If the hiding place of the devil can be found, there will be no place for the devil in all nine states in the world."

Seeing He Xingsi committing suicide, Lu Xing was quite moved. He shook the sword-raising gourd in his hand and murmured in his heart: There is no gourd that does not hold wine. When he goes out, he must dig a big hole in the valley and fill it with a lake.

Pure nectar and jade liquid.

"Boom!" The palace's main gate, which was originally open a crack, was lit up by balls of awe-inspiring light, and the gate slowly moved to the left and right.

"Junior sister Tan! Lu Xing!" There were exclamations one after another, and more than ten figures appeared in the gate, led by Han Rui.

Han Rui strolled over. Most of the disciples behind him looked embarrassed. They looked excited after seeing Lu Xing and Tan Jing, but no one dared to look further than Han Rui.

Lu Xing saw it and murmured in his heart: Han Rui has already established prestige among his disciples in the Wen Dao Relics business. It's a pity that Han Rui is the third son of the official minister, and he is born to be a minister of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty. There is no way

Win over the Northland.

"This is... He Xingsi?" Han Rui stopped in front of the "Sincerity" archway and said in surprise.

Lu Xing nodded, not wanting Tan Jing to mention the sad thing again, and said proactively: "He Xingsi is a demon cultivator. He admitted his mistake and repented, so he committed suicide."

The disciples who followed him exclaimed and whispered among themselves.

"This is Junior Brother He. Senior Brother Japan and Han called Junior Brother He away alone and did not see him come back."

"I didn't expect, I didn't expect that Junior Brother He was possessed by a demon. Alas, you and I are lucky enough to step into the ruins of Wen Dao, so why bother." The disciple from the poor family felt sorry for this, and tears appeared at the corners of his eyes unconsciously.

The academy disciples looked at each other, and suddenly one of them exclaimed: "He Xingsi is a disciple from a poor family, no wonder..."

"What are you talking about? You--" A disciple from a poor family pulled out the long sword from his waist. The sword glow was cold and the sword's light was threatening.

"It's okay for you to look down on the disciples from the poor family on weekdays. Today He Xingsi repented and committed suicide. In the eyes of my disciples from the poor family, it's not embarrassing! I can't tolerate your verbal humiliation!"

The conflict between the poor family and the academy disciples really runs through the whole family, not only the imperial court, but also between ordinary disciples... Lu Xing didn't want to get involved in the conflicts between the Confucian disciples, so he secretly took a step away, but was looked at by Tan Jing.

Upright.

"What's wrong? Could it be that the joke among the disciples has made the prince look down on him?" Tan Jing shouted in Lu Xing's ear with two honorific titles in a row.

Lu Xing's face darkened, he pulled Tan Jing's hand to one side and explained: "Have you forgotten? Wuzhong said there are two magic cultivators. Besides He Xingsi, there is another magic cultivator mixed in the team. You and I pull it.

It's better to keep some distance so you can observe."

Tan Jing nodded, reluctantly accepting Lu Xing's explanation.

The disciples were still arguing among themselves. With a clang, one of the academy disciples also pulled out his sword. As time went by, many disciples put their hands on the sword, as if giving an order.

There will be a complete fight.

Han Rui squatted next to He Xingsi's body and covered his eyes. He looked as if he was drowning in sorrow and had no time to manage the disciples on both sides.

Lu Xing's gaze passed over the wrists of each disciple. After seeing the white faces of all the disciples' wrists, Lu Xing curled his lips helplessly and murmured in his heart: All the disciples in this academy are fair and white, so it's possible for any one of them.

Among the disciples from the poor family, only two met the requirement of Wen Runhao Wan.

The two sides were arguing endlessly, and one of the disciples from the Han family seemed to be unable to bear it any longer. He suddenly pulled out his long sword, and the aura of aura gathered on the sword, and went towards an academy disciple who spoke harshly.

"That's enough!" Han Rui casually threw a piece of gravel, hitting the wrist of the Han Clan disciple who drew his sword, knocking the sword out of his hand.

"The demon cultivator is hateful, but fortunately He Xingsi did not commit a heinous crime. He even admitted his mistakes, repented, and died to clarify his ambition." Han Rui closed his eyes tightly, as if he was making a difficult decision, gritted his teeth and said: "Wait until Wen Dao comes out

Relics, tell the outside world that He Zaixing died in danger, and then take his old mother to the academy to take care of her."

"This matter is settled. As for the disciple who drew the sword, bow and apologize. If I see a fight between fellow disciples in the future, it will be handled according to the rules of the academy."

Han Rui's words finalized the matter. The disciples on both sides sheathed their swords one after another. The poor disciple who wielded the sword bowed deeply to the academy disciple. The academy disciple who was pointed at by the sword snorted coldly, and the matter was over.

"Han Rui is kind-hearted and has left a reputation for He Xingsi. Logically speaking, He Xingsi is a demon cultivator, so he can be impartial."

On the other hand, there was a hint of sadness in Tan Jing's eyebrows, and she sighed softly in Lu Xing's ear: "What Lu Xing doesn't know is that Senior Brother Han once had a fiancée, and her family of more than ten people were all demon cultivators. That case shocked Kyoto at first, and even

Even the official ministers accepted it..."

"Well," Tan Jing's lips were blocked by Lu Xing's sword finger, and he whispered: "Jing'er, stop talking. Han Rui is a gentleman, so don't mention his sadness."

As Lu Xing spoke, he looked at the crowd. He suddenly noticed a bright gaze looking at him. He looked around quickly, but he couldn't find it.
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