Chapter 213 I will break the army and be a good person
Chapter 213 I, Po Jun, want to be a good person (two-in-one, please subscribe)
Jian Zong.
As a semi-hidden sect, the sect has always been in a relatively aloof state in the world.
It's the kind that everyone knows, but no one can see...
Well, it’s more like Cihang Jingzhai from the yellow world!
Of course, the strong men at the top of the pyramid in the world can still often come into contact with Jian Zong.
Especially the top ten sects that are currently entrenched in the world and do not want to be named. Although they all have high standards, they still maintain a high degree of respect for the Sword Sect.
This day, it was early in the morning.
Chen Feng, the mediocre elder brother of the Sword Sect, arrived at the Sword Sect’s site as usual.
Glancing at the empty surroundings, he sighed secretly...
A few years ago, he was the same as now, the first one to come here to practice swordsmanship every day...
Although he has mediocre qualifications and has long since been deprived of his position as the number one young master of the Sword Sect by Po Jun, who came from behind, he hates Po Jun very much!
Because Po Jun... is not an ordinary evil!
Relying on his status as the son of the leader, Po Jun repeatedly committed mischief!
He even threatened to rob the village girl in the small village at the foot of the mountain. Fortunately, he learned about it and rescued the village girl with a few junior brothers who were not afraid of power...
Therefore, he also knew that he was hated by Po Jun!
Fortunately, later Jian Zong came to Wuming, who not only arrived at the training ground earlier than him every day, but also had the same sense of justice...
In those three years, Pojun actually declined a lot!
"After Junior Brother Wuming came down the mountain, this place became so deserted again..." Chen Feng sighed, then shook his head and started practicing his sword by himself.
He knows that his qualifications are average and his talent is not high, so he does not insist on how strong he will be in the future.
Therefore, he believes that hard work can make up for weakness, and the stupid bird will fly first!
I don’t want to be the best in the world in the future, I just want to be able to defend the law with a sword and I will be satisfied...
Under the ice and snow, there is no rising sun in the Sword Religion Temple, only the biting cold wind coming towards you.
The Great Sword Master founded the Sword Sect here because he wanted to live among the ice and snow. Over time, he would gradually fade away from the emotions and desires in his heart and focus more on practicing swordsmanship.
As Sword Sect disciples gradually gathered from all directions, Chenfeng finally didn't look so lonely.
However, today is destined to be the most unique day in the sword sect’s century history!
(Sword light swish swish)
(Hoo... drink... hey... ha...)
There are a total of nine disciples in the teaching field. The tenth one is Po Jun and the eleventh one is Wu Ming. None of them are in Jianzong now.
Among the nine people, eight are male disciples, and there is only one female disciple, standing in the corner.
While they were concentrating on practicing, the eight men and one woman suddenly felt a movement in their hearts and looked towards the mountain gate.
┃﹏┃(山门)
The first thing that came was a burst of penetrating sounds of suona, erhu and cymbals. The sound was mournful, as if it was a funeral.
"What's going on? The funeral has been sent to our Sword Sect?" guessed a junior who did not want to be named.
Chen Feng thought for a while, shook his head and said: "I don't think so. All the mountain villages within a hundred miles of the radius know our Sword Sect, and no one will be sent here for burial... If something goes wrong, it will be a monster! Ninth Junior Brother, hurry up
Go report it to Master and a few elders... Others, follow me to the mountain gate quickly to find out!"
"Yes!" Everyone agreed with a roar.
At this moment, the sword in Chen Feng's hand suddenly vibrated. Not only him, but the swords of the other eight disciples were also shaking.
"Ah, Senior Brother, what's going on? Why are my swords out of control... They seem to be very excited!"
Chen Feng felt it carefully, and then solemnly said: "I understand! The reason why our hearts are moving is because a strong swordsman has arrived, and his aura is at a higher level than the master, and compared to the Wuming Junior Brother at the beginning
The feeling is exactly the same..."
Suddenly, the swords in the hands of the nine people came out and flew into the sky together. Then they lined up neatly in two rows and stuck diagonally on the ground.
Chenfeng's sword is in the middle, with four swords on each side!
"Ah...my sword!" the only female disciple exclaimed, her face filled with disbelief.
She was the one who practiced Feiyan and later founded the Evil Sword Sect!
He created a set of sword techniques called "Bury the Evil Heart", which means burying the hearts of all men in the world!
Chen Feng's face became more solemn, "Junior Sister Trainer, the nine swords are arrayed like this, just like the ministers leading the prime minister to meet the emperor! This is the aura of the true Emperor of Ten Thousand Swords... Oh my god, could it be that the person coming is the Wuming Junior Brother?
The brother who is determined to stop him, the born king of swordsmanship!"
Suddenly, there was a sound of clothes flying through the air.
Seeing the person coming, the nine people hurriedly saluted and said: "Master!"
The visitor was clearly Jian Hui. He nodded calmly and stared at the mountain gate with a pair of wise eyes.
"Mu Yingxiong? Why is he here... Is it possible that after being defeated by Wuming, he also wanted to come to the Sword Sect for further training?"
Obviously, it is located in Beiyuan, which is at the end of the intelligence transmission, so that Jianhui still doesn't know the details of the battle in Mulong Town...
In the back mountain of Jianzong, in a thousand-year-old ice cave, an old man with full hair was sitting cross-legged in silence. Suddenly, his eyes opened and the light shone brightly.
"Who? Who is it? Apart from me... there is someone in this world who possesses such a strong Emperor's Sword Qi, which is not inferior to the Heavenly Sword Qi that just came down from the mountain! Well, no, besides the Emperor's Sword Qi
, and there is a very special aura, this aura... is stronger than the Emperor's Sword Qi, who is he?"
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As the mournful music of playing, playing and singing gradually progressed, the first thing that caught everyone's eyes was... a soul-calling flag!
Then there are a group of figures with sad faces!
Suona on the left, cymbals on the right, erhu in the middle, and nine people carrying the coffin behind.
Just like this, a group of people crossed the Jianzong Mountain Gate with great momentum and headed straight towards the teaching ground.
From Jian Hui... to the elders who came after hearing the news... to Chenfeng, the nine disciples including Lian Feiyan, all looked at this group of people in shock, not knowing what to say.
Listening to "Crying the Emperor" and looking at the coffin, which was still in ninety-nine new condition, Jian Hui's nose almost became crooked with anger.
"Stop! Come to my Sword Sect to play funeral music. What are you going to do...?"
Hao Jian stopped, but Mu Yingxiong and Xiao Yu continued.
Hao Jian took a step forward and raised his hand.
A man behind him pulled out a bunch of firecrackers as if he had been prepared, and lit them skillfully...
In an instant, crackling sounds resounded throughout the teaching field...
Jian Hui and other members of the Jian Sect looked at this scene blankly, their faces turning dark.
Hao Jian cleared his throat, worked up his emotions for a while, exhaled and said loudly: "Firecrackers are bursting to welcome relatives and friends, and suonas are blasting to send loved ones off! In this...day when the sky is shedding tears and mountains and rivers are grieving together, our holy land of martial arts - Jian
Zong, sent away another young and promising disciple! He was born noble, he was extremely talented, but he was despicable and evil, and he was full of evil! Before, there was Wuming, the myth of the Heavenly Sword, and he was as humble as a valley; now there is a broken army, in the sword
Scum, disgraceful! Po Jun, Po Jun, when he was three years old, he peeped at the village beauty taking a bath, when he was four years old, he forced the village beauty to peek at him bathing, when he was five years old, he forced the village beauty to watch him and his father Jian Hui take a bath..."
"Pfft..."
Each of the nine major disciples looked at Jian Hui with strange expressions, especially Lian Feiyan. There was something special in their eyes unconsciously, and they couldn't help but protect their chests.
Upon closer inspection, the expression was one part contempt, three parts suspicion, five parts shock, and seven parts vigilance...
Jian Hui's face turned into the color of pig liver, and he spurted out a mouthful of old blood, shouting miserably: "My soldier..."
He already understood that the person lying in the coffin must be his son Pojun!
When he thought of his white-haired person giving away his black-haired person, Po Jun instantly burst into tears. His sadness was like the cry of a cuckoo and the cry of a blood ape...
"Who is it? Who killed my Jun'er? Jun'er, I swear, I will not be a human unless I take revenge!" Jian Hui roared angrily.
"No need!" As soon as he finished speaking, the coffin carried by nine people shattered with a "bang", and a figure flew out from the wood chips in the sky and landed on the ground. Who else could it be if it wasn't Po Jun?
Jian Hui was crying when she saw this figure and was stunned...
Emotions that have not yet reached their peak are stuck.
"Jun...Jun'er? You...you're not dead?" Jian Hui said blankly.
Po Jun nodded slightly, then clasped his fists and saluted the nine strong black men carrying the coffin, "Thank you for your hard work!"
"You... you... you... you tricked you?" The big man from Jiu Tiao looked at Po Jun in horror, his calves trembling.
Po Jun showed what he thought was a kind smile, "Thank you very much, otherwise, how could I return to Jian Zong?"
The nine people looked at each other and suddenly shouted, crying for father and mother and running down the mountain...
For them, this short moment may take a lifetime to heal.
Po Jun scratched the back of his head and said to himself: "I...I have obviously followed the teachings of Senior Brother Chenfeng and have been very polite..."
Chen Feng, who was stunned, was shocked, and then looked at Po Jun in disbelief, and shouted: "What kind of monster dares to pretend to be the son of the leader! Master, did you hear it? He actually called me..." Senior Brother
'!"
Jian Hui also looked at Po Jun in surprise, "My Jun'er, you... what's wrong with you? If you were forced, would you just blink?"
Of course he knew about the grudge between Po Jun and Chen Feng, how could he call him senior brother?
Po Jun turned around and strode towards Jian Hui.
Mu Yingxiong's expression changed, and he had already tightened his grip on the heroic sword in his hand...
Hao Jian glanced at Mu Yingxiong and signaled him to be calm.
Po Jun walked up to Jian Hui and said in a deep voice: "Dad, the child is back!"
Jian Hui touched Po Jun's face, then touched his chest, then crossed his lower abdomen and continued downward...
Po Jun was startled and quickly took a step back, "Dad...there are so many people here!"
In an instant, both the elders and disciples of the Sword Sect, as well as Mu Yingxiong and his wife, all looked stunned...
The amount of information... is really ridiculous!
Jian Hui woke up from her dream and looked around with some embarrassment, "Hey, Jun'er, what the hell is going on here?"
Po Jun organized his speech, and then said: "Dad, the former Po Jun is dead! I have already sworn to change my mind, change my past, and be a good person!"
Jian Hui looked at Po Jun in astonishment, even wondering if she was still dreaming.
"Dad, to be honest, the person I can't let go of the most... is you! Although you are ugly, wretched, and shameless, you keep saying that my grandparents died before you were born... and you still get used to me.
He is full of stinky problems! But after all, the gift of childbirth is greater than God, so... along the way, my son has already thought clearly..."
Listening to this, Jian Hui's face turned from green to red, and then from red to black, "You...what have you thought clearly?"
Po Jun said proudly: "Elders, brothers and sisters, while everyone is here, I, Po Jun, will change my mind from now on and become a good person! First of all, I want to apologize to the senior brother... Back then, if it weren't for the leadership of the senior brother
Four or five junior brothers stopped me. I had already made an irreparable mistake! But I hated my senior brother because of it... Now that I think about it, I am really nothing! Senior brother, I was wrong. I hope you can
Your Excellency, please forgive me for once!"
Chen Feng never thought that Po Jun would regret one day. He felt dizzy and looked around blankly. He always felt that something was unreal...
"Second, second junior brother, I... I'm not dreaming, am I? This person in front of me is really... Po Jun?"
In fact, not only him, but everyone has some doubts about life...
Damn it, is this scientific?
The infamous Po Jun went out standing upright, and when he came back sideways, he actually changed his temperament from top to bottom and from the inside out...
"Elder brother, I know that the damage caused to you over the years is irreparable! Po Jun, please show your sincerity in apologizing!" Po Jun said with a look of righteousness on Cheng Kui'an's face.
With a movement of his body, he grabbed a sword sect disciple, grabbed the sword from his hand, and then mercilessly stabbed his thigh.
Phew! Phew!
Two swords were stabbed into both thighs in succession, causing blood to surge instantly!
"Jun'er...are you crazy?"
Jian Hui looked distressed and wanted to grab the sword, but Po Jun waved his hand, "Dad, don't worry!"
At this moment, the light of righteousness shines on Po Jun...
"Ding! Congratulations to the host, the mission of reforming evil has been completed, and the reward is issued: 'A Hundred Swords with No Ending'!"
The system prompt sounded in Hao Jian's mind at the right time...
Hao Jian nodded with satisfaction and thought to himself: "The system has given out rewards, which proves that Po Jun has really abandoned evil and turned to good... Well, in this way, Wuming's wife should not die..."
Looking at Po Jun's upright expression, for some reason, Jian Hui felt not only no joy in her heart, but also an indescribable irritability...
"What happened to Jun'er... Could it be... Yes, he must have been forced... It must be like this!" A thought popped up in Jian Hui's mind, and it immediately took over everything.
He couldn't accept his son's 180-degree reversal...
Chen Feng stared blankly at Po Jun, who was bleeding profusely, and finally sighed: "Tenth Junior Brother, please stop the bleeding quickly... Fortunately, you can find your way back. It is really the Sword Sect's luck and Master's luck."
A bright smile appeared on Po Jun's face, and he immediately looked at the Great Elder, "Great Elder, Po Jun also wants to apologize to you!"
The great elder asked in confusion: "What...are you apologizing to me for?"
Po Jun said frankly: "More than ten years ago, I forced a village girl to peek at my father and I taking a shower...Actually, she was not a village girl."
"It's...your granddaughter...!"
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