You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 852 Loyalty? Medal?

"Hehe, you have been in seclusion for many years. You may not know that Xuanyang Tower is not a good thing. It relies on its powerful strength to suppress us and wants to be the overlord of the local sects in the Southern Region.

If it weren't for Bing Zun's reputation, the Yuling Sect might have to bow down to Xuanyang Tower. It is said that hundreds of third-grade families and sects in the southern region have more or less succumbed to it, and it has become notorious. "Master Kongxuan explained, although he sighed, but it seemed as if he had let out a sigh of relief.

Chang Qing raised his eyebrows. The little fat man's move was really decisive. "I think it's also a way of expressing his unrivaled power. Behind the little fat man, there are two unrivaled people standing. Allowing an ant to jump in front of him is a blasphemy to the unrivaled power. His move is decisive and ruthless. Not bad!"

"The little fat guy dealt with a few stubborn people, and the entire Xuanyang Tower became obedient. They had no backbone at all. On the same day, they suggested changing Xuanyang Tower to Jian Tower, calling him "the tower master" all the time, like a dog touting him.

Jiakai acted quickly. Xuanyang Tower is located in the center of the southern region and not far from Yingxu. If the Mirage Dragon Ancient Road appears, it is the most suitable place to garrison. "Master Kongxuan was thinking of something with a strange expression on his face. He knew that the Mirage Dragon Ancient Road was in the hands of the boy in front of him. Could Yingxu really become a joke?

Half a day later, when the Yuhai League slightly edited the "film", Luo Suzong's heroic appearance shocked the world.

The heroic figure of Liu Liangcai fighting the three demon kings alone was broadcast separately, the heroic spirit of the elders who sacrificed their lives for justice was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the disciples fought with the last top demon king and blew themselves up. They were so decisive and fearless, until the last disciple, who was poisoned, fought with his last breath and died together with the demon king. His clothes were stained with blood, and he was determined to keep his back straight even in death, showing his heroic and proud spirit.

Especially the last words of the disciple: "I, Luo Su Zong, died in battle, and never brought shame to my race. The sun and the moon can bear witness to my loyalty and my heart! Even God can bear witness to it!"

Countless people heard this and felt a tingling sensation in their hearts rising to their bodies, with their hair standing on end.

One by one, the profound names, the lofty ambitions before death, the vivid figures who were willing to sacrifice their lives, the beautiful fireworks. At this moment, they understood the origin of the loyal heroes mentioned by Shangguan Qiuying. It turned out that the infamous Luo Suzong had also committed such a martyrdom.

The images kept circulating, and within a day, they spread all over the world.

In the tavern late at night, countless monks who had finished a day's work were sitting together and chatting. The crystal stone in the store projected this scene. The originally lively tavern, the clinking sounds of cups and glasses suddenly stopped. Everyone stared at the scene in a daze, the hot blood flowing in their bodies, clenched their wine glasses, and watched the scene end. It took half an hour before everyone came back to their senses, and many people had a few sparkling eyes.

One of them stood up, and the wine glass slowly fell to the ground, splashing the wine, and said in a deep voice: "Luo Su Zong, goodbye..."

Immediately, monks stood up one after another and said solemnly, "Slow down, brave man..."

In a cultivation market in the early morning, the tempting aroma of breakfast was wafting through the air, and at this moment, this scene began to play in the sky above the city.

Half an hour later, in a corner of a tofu shop at the end of the street, where the aroma of tofu was steaming, a beggar with a broken arm suddenly stood up and saluted towards the sky in a standard military salute. The madness in his cloudy eyes faded, leaving only clarity. The muscles on his raised arm were knotted, and under the tattered clothes on his chest was a rotten and broken armor covered with knife marks.

Inside the academy's study, a goateed teacher sighed deeply. On the rosewood table, there was a long white paper scroll with the word "loyalty" written densely on it with righteousness: "Today, I am the only one in the Luosu clan who dares to test my edge for the human race!"

In a warm fragrance pavilion on earth, a woman took off her golden hairpin, pricked her finger, and carved "Soul, Come Back" in blood on the pillar beside her.

Everyone was paying tribute in his own way. This was the highlight of the human race and the benchmark of the human spirit. Countless people watched it repeatedly and passed it on by word of mouth. Some people even wrote down all the fallen disciples. There were even many righteous scholars who tore through the void without saying a word and headed for the battlefield. If they could glimpse the mystery of the words "loyalty" and "righteousness" on the battlefield and comprehend the spiritual power of facing death with indifference, they might have a chance to glimpse the threshold of the saintly way.

The scholars have gone completely crazy. This is a great opportunity that only exists for scholars in this turbid world. No scholar would want to fall behind.

Only the old man from the Yuhai League, the leader of the scholars, was left, drinking tea and sighing. He had seen the whole process and understood that this was man-made, but now he was in a dilemma:

Man-made, it means that this path is not pure and difficult to be recognized by heaven and earth. These disciples will eventually find it difficult to step into the threshold of the holy path.

But if you think about it, the people of the Luosu clan don’t know that their spirit is real, their sacrifice is also real, and this kind of Tao can’t be considered false, and it can also be understood. If it spreads far and wide, then maybe one day it will be believed by the human race as a classic. At that time, the way of heaven cannot be stopped, and it is also true.

The old man knew that once he told the truth, the matter would be false, Luo Suzong would have died in vain, and Changqing's righteous act of getting rid of the cancer would be in vain, so he couldn't do that;

But he was tormented in his heart. As a scholar, should he cheat? In the midst of the dilemma, the old man simply closed his eyes and let nature take its course.

A new idiom soon emerged in the world: Loyalty and loyalty!

The culprit of all this was scratching his head at the moment: "Master Tiandao, you are joking too much, I really need to pay more, I have lost a lot of hair!!"

Changqing's mind was like a mess. He really couldn't understand the demon master's purpose. He was tortured. The Heavenly Dao was even more urgent. This really made it difficult for him.

For a whole month, Changqing locked himself in the cave, saying that he was practicing in seclusion, but he did not really rest. In a corner of the cave, there was a mountain of straw paper, which was all Changqing's guess. He had completely regarded himself as a demon master and imitated the demon master's thinking, trying to spy on the other party's thoughts.

Today, the sound of stones rubbing against each other suddenly came from the entrance of the cave that was blocked by stones. Yun Qinghan walked in and saw that the cave was dark. He was a little blind for a moment. After adapting to the dim oil lamp, Yun Qinghan was frightened by the face so close to him.

This person doesn't look like a human at all. He looks just like a starved ghost, with sunken cheeks, dark yellow eyes, unkempt hair, and skinny body. There is only fatigue in his eyes, as if he is stuck in a vicious circle.

"Fuck! It's a ghost!" Yun Qinghan slapped out without hesitation.

The figure fell violently from the wall, groaning loudly. This girl was going to kill him! !

Stimulated by the painful groan, Yun Qinghan came back to his senses and immediately realized that the figure looked familiar. He couldn't help but smile awkwardly: "Xiao Qingzi~ You suddenly came over and scared me!"

"Senior Sister, are you trying to murder a fellow disciple?!" Chang Qing stood up unsteadily while coughing, looking like he was about to vomit blood.

Yun Qinghan turned his head away and whistled, pretending not to hear.