diskusbooks Chapter 821: Disciples Bully Their Master
Chapter 821: Disciples Bully Their Master
Chapter 821: Disciples Bully Their Master
Zhang Mo was calm and composed, with a calm expression, but she was surprised. She didn't expect that the intruder could break through the maze and come here. Judging from the sound of their footsteps, there must be quite a few people, more than a dozen.
Zhang Mo was in seclusion at this critical time, and could not make any mistakes. She did not even raise her eyelids, and did not know who the person was. On her left and right stood a maid. The two maids were not as experienced as Zhang Mo, and were only in their teens. They had never seen such a scene before, and were so frightened that they were at a loss.
The heroes rushed into the stone chamber and were all shocked and sighed when they saw Zhang Mo's true appearance. They saw the "female devil" in the rumors sitting quietly on the lotus platform. She was wearing a red, yellow and blue black skirt, a jade phoenix hairpin on her head, her long hair was tied up, her expression was calm, her face was not made up, but her brilliance was hard to conceal.
I only thought that this female devil looked more like a fairy. Those who didn't know her couldn't help but be a little suspicious. But when you are in the martial arts world, you can never judge people by appearance. This female devil looks so dazzling, but how many skeletons and innocent people are behind her? Who knows?
Qiu Lie of the Skyfire Gang saw Zhang Mo again, and he felt hatred and fear in his heart, and his heart ached vaguely. At the beginning, Zhang Mo was a thousand meters away, and he took out his heart with a leaf. Although he saved his life, the leaf was taken out afterwards. But there is always a force that stays in the body for a long time. Every time he thinks too much, or his emotions fluctuate greatly, his heart aches and itches vaguely. But he can't scratch it, and he can't grab it, which is very uncomfortable.
Han Sandao, the leader of the Ghost Blade Sect, said, "Female devil, you have done too many evil things, and today you are being punished. If you know what's best for you, just surrender. We will spare your life for the sake of our past as master and disciple."
Hearing this, Zhang Mo frowned slightly, and immediately knew that the speaker was "Han Sandao", a disciple she had accepted 70 years ago. At that time, Han Sandao had already founded the Ghost Sword Sect, but it was not very famous. Zhang Mo thought of his undying desire to learn martial arts, and thought of the plight of martial artists in the world, and even wanted to fill the sea with immortals. With great sorrow in her heart, she taught him the essentials of martial arts.
Unfortunately, his understanding was limited, and he only learned one out of ten thousand, but he also benefited a lot, and the Ghost Blade Sect grew stronger and stronger. At this moment, she suddenly heard an old disciple suddenly break into her stone palace, saying "female devil" and "doing evil" and so on. She was puzzled and surprised, but still did not open her eyes.
Liu Pingbu said, "Why bother talking to this female devil? Brother Han, go and catch her quickly." Han Sandao said, "Okay!" and immediately walked towards Zhang Mo. Unexpectedly, a flying sword circled four feet away, protecting its master, and flew towards Han Sandao.
Han Sandao raised his knife to block, and was knocked back seven or eight feet with a "clang". Fortunately, the heroes behind him helped to stop him, otherwise he would have smashed into the wall. Han Sandao's face turned pale, and he was horrified. He felt a sharp pain in his hand that had just held the knife. Looking at Zhang Mo who didn't even open her eyes, he wanted to turn around and run.
Zhou Nanchun also practiced swordsmanship, and saw the key point. He spoke quickly to stabilize the army's morale: "Don't be afraid, everyone. At this time, the protective sword formation is only 5 meters around the body."
When they saw that the flying sword was only five feet away from them, they all breathed a sigh of relief and thought to themselves that this evil woman was truly "powerful". Her sword-controlling technique was so miraculous that even Zhou Nanchun, who specialized in swordsmanship, would find it difficult to do it.
Everyone looked at Zhou Nanchun and saw him staring at the sword formation with a look of desire in his eyes. Zhou Nanchun had been practicing sword since he was young and was known as a sword genius. He had only defeated one person in his life, and that person was Zhang Mo.
Seeing the long swords dancing wildly, he couldn't help but get excited: "I was defeated by you before, and now you are in seclusion. I don't believe I can be defeated by you again. Watch me break your sword formation!" He was always worried about the defeat on that day. He often thought that although he had met Zhang Mo, he had gained a lot in martial arts and swordsmanship, but he couldn't be happy. He was determined to be the best. The improvement of martial arts could only bring him temporary excitement. Only by winning the first place could he achieve his lifelong wish. He met Zhang Mo. Zhou Nanchun knew that as long as Zhang Mo was alive, he would never be the best in swordsmanship.
Zhou Nanchun believed that he had a good talent for swordsmanship, and Zhang Mo was so powerful that she must have hidden some secrets. He gradually developed hatred for her, and at this moment he drew out his water sword. When he saw her rushing into the sword formation, he entangled with the flying sword.
Zhang Mo thought to herself, "Zhou Nanchun? Han Sandao? Liu Pingbu?... In that case, those who came here to attack me are all my 'disciples'. Do they have other intentions, or are they being instigated by someone?" With a thought, she showed mercy with her sword.
Zhang Mo thought to herself, "If I force myself to stop the Nine Revolutions Rejuvenation Technique, I'll risk hurting my own meridians. But these people are my disciples after all, and now that they've come knocking on my door, I have to figure it out." So she suppressed her technique, her face turned pale, and she slowly opened her eyes.
There were more than a dozen people in the stone room, and the six leading the team were all her disciples. Among the other dozens of people, one or two dozen had also received her guidance and could be considered her disciples.
Seeing the master and disciple at odds, Zhang Mo's face turned even paler. She turned around and asked, "Nanchun, you are the one who led these people here." Her voice was dignified, with a hint of questioning.
The disciples who had been taught by Zhang Mo were all filled with fear when they heard their master's words again, and they all stood up straight. Zhang Mo was always strict with her disciples and rarely smiled. Although she never scolded them loudly, her gentle words were as powerful as thunder.
As the master of the Sword God Sword, Zhou Nanchun had a very strong aura. Apart from the hidden cultivators, he was the strongest among the Jianghu. When he heard Zhang Mo's voice, his aura suddenly weakened by six points. He stood firm for a while, but still did not dare to face Zhang Mo's gaze alone, and said, "It was... Liu Pingbu who brought it here."
Zhang Mo asked, "Liu Pingbu?" Turning to look at Xuanyi Sect. Liu Pingbu's scalp tingled, and he cursed Zhou Nanchun for being immoral. But then he thought, since his face had been torn, there was nothing to be afraid of. Liu Pingbu said, "Master, it is morality that has come. Don't blame me for being careless and killing my relatives."
Zhang Mo asked, "You just said I was a female devil?" Liu Pingbu said, "Of course. Master, your past deeds have been exposed, so just surrender. We will guarantee your life with our lives. You will be pushed deep into the clouds and never come out to cause trouble again."
Zhang Mo said calmly, "Good... my good disciple." She closed her eyes again, knowing that this was about 50% to 60%. She knew that people's hearts were fickle, and it was not the first time that she was stabbed in the back by her disciple. It was already very difficult to remain the same for ten years, let alone a hundred years, two hundred years, hundreds of years... thousands of years. Thinking of this, Zhang Mo couldn't help but think of someone.