The heavens begin to realize the Tao and become gods from the divine carving

Chapter 50 Sword God Jiang Chen
It is described in the book that Zhao Zhijing "was just out of narrow-mindedness at first, not a big villain or a big villain, but he thought that he was the first in martial arts among the third generation of disciples, but Yin Zhiping was the head teacher, and he felt resentful. One mistake, and finally unable to extricate himself." In other words, Zhao Zhijing was not born evil, but the acquired environment also affected him.

This acquired environment roughly includes two aspects. One is that Yin Zhiping "gathered thousands of favors in one body" too early and it is difficult to convince the public. The other is the internal structure of Quanzhen Sect.

All the characters who founded a sect think about how to carry it forward, but the division of sects is very common in martial arts novels, such as "North and South Shaolin", such as the Huashan School's Qizong Jianzong, all are leftovers of internal divisions.The reason is simple: the more branches, the more distant the relationship.

This can be explained by blood relationship. The grandfather gave birth to two sons. These two are brothers, and their respective sons are cousins. Then they continue to spread, and the descendants become distant brothers. lighter.The same is true within the Quanzhen Sect. The seven disciples of Quanzhen have their own apprentices, and the relationship between the disciples and their grandchildren is getting weaker and weaker. They are all "distant brothers and sisters".

Once the relationship between them is far away, there will inevitably be competition. It is clearly stated in the book that "the Quanzhen sect's disciples compete in martial arts every three days before New Year's Eve."As Wang Chuyi's chief disciple, it was a normal reaction for Zhao Zhijing to compete with Qiu Chuji's disciples. The fault was his own narrow-mindedness, which changed the benign nature of the competition and went on a crooked path.

"Brother, there is no way for us to look for them aimlessly like this. They may not take the main road. After all, their image is too eye-catching. If we take the road less traveled by, it will be even more difficult for us to find them."

"Even so, I can't go back now, just come out to relax."

"Ah."

The two rested and continued on their way.

Fortunately, the clothes in ancient times were relatively long, otherwise the arms would be dark.

"Da da da……"

He and Zhao Zhijing did not speak, only the sound of trampling horseshoes on the road.

Suddenly, a dozen Mongolian Tartars were driving away ordinary people in the distance.

These people include men and women, old and young, the old have white beards, and the young are still in the arms of their mothers. They are ragged and tired.

An old man accidentally fell down, and a Mongolian Tartar came over and beat the old man with a whip until his skin was torn to pieces, begging for mercy repeatedly.

Others were beaten for walking a little slower.

These refugees are like frightened birds, their eyes full of fear and confusion.

"Brother, the Mongolian Tartars are bullying the people of our country, let's take care of it."

"Junior brother, we are here to arrest people, so we should not make any trouble."

"Isn't it because the prisoner is extremely poor and vicious that we came out to arrest people? This Mongolian Tartar is not much better than that prisoner."

"Junior Brother is the main business, let's not meddle in our own business."

"You don't care, I care."

The change of dynasties is the law of history, no matter Khitan, Mongolia, or Manchu are invaded by foreigners!The Han nationality suffered hardships, but in the end these foreign nationalities were basically assimilated and integrated by the Han culture, and became members of the big family of the Chinese nation.

If the Mongolian Tartars didn't kill innocent people indiscriminately, Jiang Chen would let them go if he saw them, but if they were too cruel, he would kill them if he saw them.

At this time, the mother who was holding the child accidentally fell down. Although she fell, she protected the child very well, and the child was not hurt at all, but a Mongolian man came over and whipped her, swearing and swearing, but she didn't know what to scold.

What is even more infuriating is that this Mongolian Tatar went to snatch the child, what did he want to do.

"Driving~"

Jiang Chen rode his horse and galloped over.

"Don't snatch my child, please..." The mother begged desperately, but the people around turned a blind eye and their eyes were a little numb.

The Mongolian Tatar snatched the child from the mother's arms, lifted the child high, and let out a cruel laugh. The thick legs of the Mongolian Tatar hugged the mother anxiously and helplessly.

"Return my child, please return my child..."

How miserable and helpless her voice is, even in the face of relatively powerful villains, she still wants to get her child back without fear, a woman is a woman, and a mother is strong.

That Mongolian Tartar had no mercy at all, his eyes were full of irritation and cruelty, and the life in his hands was like ants to him.

When he was about to throw the child to the ground, a figure passed by. He looked at the front in horror. Jiang Chen took the child away from him, and looked at the Mongolian Tartar. There was a wound on his neck, and blood flowed from the wound. Squirted, blood spattered the woman's face.

The Mongolian Tartar fell to the ground, and the woman let out a cry of surprise.

Jiang Chen returned the child to her, and she hurriedly hugged it, holding it tightly in her arms, for fear of losing it again.

The other Mongolian Tartars surrounded Jiang Chen.

"Who are you to kill my Mongolian warrior?"

"Sword God Jiang Chen."

"Hahaha... He said he was a sword god, and he was not ashamed."

Seeing them laughing unscrupulously, Jiang Chen's eyes turned cold.

All of a sudden, he flew up in the air, circulated his true energy, and stabbed out with a sword. The sword was so fast that it was hard to distinguish with the naked eye, as if it was difficult to track the trajectory of a ghost. They shot nine of them at the same time, the laughter stopped abruptly, and they all fell down.

Zhao Zhijing in the distance was shocked, this turned out to be from the Quanzhen sect [one sword transforms three cleanses], he actually had one sword that can be divided into nine parts at the same time, is this still one sword transforms three cleanses, how did he practice it? Even Wang Chongyang could not achieve this level.

The Mongol Tartars looked terrified, who the hell is this? It's terrifying to kill nine of them with a single sword.

Is he really the sword god?

The other people also looked at him in surprise.

The rest of the Mongolian Tartars turned and fled in fright. It was too late to think of fleeing at this time.

Exercising lightness kung fu, Jiang Chen's figure was like a ghost, and he caught up with him in an instant, one sword at a time, not long after, none of these cruel Mongolian Tartars survived.

"All the Mongolian Tartars are dead, and you are free."

All the people reacted and bowed to Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen returned to his horse, turned over, turned the horse's head, and ran to Zhao Zhijing's side.

"Brother, why are you in a daze?"

"No... nothing."

Zhao Zhijing looked at Jiang Chen, this guy is really a freak.

"By the way, Junior Brother, just now you said Sword God Jiang Chen, is this Jiang Chen you?"

"Aren't I afraid of causing trouble for the Quanzhen Sect, so I just lost my name? I think this name is very good, and I will use this name when I walk around in the world."

(End of this chapter)