Chapter 12 Love and hate need the bottom line

(Second update, collect it, guys, I'm going to take the exam soon, give me some encouragement and motivation~)

Zhang Yan frowned and looked at more than 300 people lying on the ground. For a moment, he didn't know what to do.

This is indeed a great irony. In the bloody sword world, there are still people who are ruthless to kill people, which is simply a joke.

However, Zhang Yan followed Zeng Fuzi when he was a teenager and studied Confucianism. He did not feel that he was contaminated with something he did not want to do to others. He was not sour and corrupt, let alone studied the world. He just established some moral bottom lines about humanity. His distinct personality may be formed in this way.

Love and hate need a standard measurement, falling outside the bottom line, and no different from beasts.

Therefore, Zhang Yan does not kill people who have no grudges with him, which is the bottom line and a commitment to Taoism.

In the surprised eyes of other spectators, Zhang Yan banned more than 300 disciples of Sushui Jianmen who fainted to the ground, took off more than 300 storage bags, and then woke them up one by one.

After being stunned, the Sushui Sword Sect, led by Zhai Li, looked at the teenager in front of him in a daze, and his thoughts were full of ups and downs.

They were not killed, but looked more ugly. Even more, they found that Zhenyuan was imprisoned in their bodies and deprived of the flying sword at hand. They completely lost their intention to commit suicide.

They are sword practitioners, proud and powerful sword practitioners. In the world, they were born for killing and sacrificed their lives for killing. But now, they have been defeated and their heads have not been cut off, but they have been imprisoned and even deprived of the right to commit suicide. They have never heard of this practice, so they are at a loss.

"Can you still fly?" Zhang Yan asked Zhai Li.

Zhai Li shook his head like a puppet.

Zhang Yan gritted his teeth and grabbed his hands in the air, consuming nearly 30% of the Buddha yuan, converging into a golden auspicious cloud of nearly two mu of land, and then jumped up and said to Zhai Li, "Take your disciples up."

It was not until this time that Zhai Li's eyes regained a trace of clarity. Looking at the huge and broad golden auspicious clouds in front of him, he was stunned, and his eyes fell into a state again. He waved his hand to the disciple behind him and took the lead.

Seeing this, the others walked up to the auspicious cloud one by one and were extremely obedient.

Zhang Yan pondered slightly, and then made a decision by hand. The golden auspicious cloud carried nearly 300 people of Sushui Jianzong, dragged the dazzling golden light, shot away at the peak of the rain, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Qu Feng came out of a corner and rubbed his stiff cheeks with trembling hands, but he couldn't erase the strange look on his face. If Zhang Yan sacrificed a bell-shaped magic weapon just now and stunned everyone in an instant and brought him a shock, then what Zhang Yan has done has completely subverted his thinking.

Qu Feng has never seen a prisoner of war treated like this. He has lived for 200 years and has experienced thousands of killings, large and small. Every time he cut off the enemy's head and returned home. When has he been soft-hearted? When will you let the enemy live?

No!

He couldn't see through Zhang Yan, let alone think it was an extremely stupid behavior. All he knew was that what he had to do now was to report everything about the mysterious teenager to the sect and be decided by the suzerain.

After taking out a paper sword inlaid with gold foil from his arms and recording everything he saw, Qu Feng flicked his hand, and the paper sword turned into a touch of golden light and shot at Shenmu Jianzong.

Almost at the same time, dozens of paper swords flew in the air, dispersed and shot in all directions. This practice may not be thought of by Qu Feng alone.

The self-contained swordsmanship school in this slit may usher in a turmoil.

A dazzling golden light brushed the rolling dark clouds overhead and squeezed into the peak of Yuluo Peak. On the two mu of golden auspicious clouds, Zhang Yan stood at the head. Behind him were all the sect members of Sushui Jianzong, including Zhai Li, the suzerain, and three elders of the Jindan period.

The British Fire Sword Sect monk led by Ge Li found the golden auspicious cloud above his head almost instantly. Everyone could no longer care about the thunder of the last disaster, and their eyes fell on the auspicious clouds.

The sound of inhaling air came one after another. Seeing the people above clearly, everyone's faces were full of shock.

Ge Li was in a trance and muttered, "That's Zhang Daoyou, but what's wrong with the more than 300 people behind him? They are disciples of Sushui Jianzong, and even... and Zhai Li, the patriarch... and three elders of Jindan..."

Bai Luo praised, "Zhang Yan, if he doesn't take action, he will make such a big noise as soon as he doesn't take action. Tut, what a big auspicious cloud, what a big hand!"

Liu Nuoxuan smiled and said, "What is this? You didn't see him kill eight Jindan monks in the Qionglin grassland, which is very elegant and majestic!"

Hearing this, Ge Yue completely lost his consciousness of thinking and killed eight Jindan monks? What kind of freak is this teenager...

After half axiang, Ge Li said hoarsely, "What's wrong with Zhang Daoyou bringing them back? Why don't you cut off their heads and simply save trouble?"

Bai Luoyou smiled and said, "He doesn't kill people who have nothing to do with him, so he can only bring them back. Well, you see, he would rather consume mana to condense auspicious clouds and bring them back to kill us than get infected with a little blood. This guy is always so good-hearted and kind and messy."

Ge Li almost vomited blood, and his cheeks twitched, and echoed weakly, "Yes, yes, so kind and pure..."

Zhang Yan stood quietly on the auspicious cloud, staring at Ma Chong. He held a sword in one hand, and his dull dark face was glowing at this time, and his long messy hair could not stop his sharp eyes.

At this time, the last cloud slowly jumped out, and the electric arc was everywhere, with the sound of endless thunder. The sound was terrible, but the horse looked up to the sky with a clear sound, and the voice was full of strong confidence, shaking around, and even overshadowing the sound of thunder.

Almost at the same time, Ma Chong suddenly jumped into the air, like a roc spreading its wings, with a dazzling firelight between the sword in his hand, and cutting into the clouds with a sword.

He is going to smash the cloud with a sword!

Zhang Yan's heart was shocked, and the picture when he crossed the disaster flowed through his mind like lightning. He found that whether it was the Buddha's robbery Sanskrit gold thunder or the magic robbery blood thunder, he had been passively receiving the quenching and bombing of the power of the thunderstorm, as if he was not as fierce as Ma Chong, plagiarizing the action of counterattacking the cloud.

At this moment, he couldn't help but be shocked by the strength and fearlessness of the sword cultivation. How could such a monk who wantonly rob the clouds with a connoyance be submerged in history and even imprisoned in the world of swords?

"Good cultivation! The power of this sword will definitely cut off the disaster cloud, and this day's disaster will extinguish the ashes and smoke!"

Zhang Yan turned his head, but saw Zhai Lizheng, the patriarch of Sushuijian, muttering to himself. His eyes were also locked on the horse's body.

I haven't waited for Zhang Yan to think about it! With a rumble explosion, the horse rushed to a fierce sword, broke the clouds, and dissipated into tens of millions of pieces.

And the fire on Ma Chong's body surged, and the momentum suddenly soared to the extreme, and a breath of Xiao's killing instantly filled the whole jade landing around the stage.

He survived the disaster! Now Ma Chong is also a sword repairer in the early days of Jindan!

Ma Chong looked not sad or happy, but he couldn't help stirring his mood in his heart. He looked up to the sky and roared more, with a sonorous smell of bravery forward.

"Congratulations on your success!" All the disciples of Yinghuo Jianzong bowed together to congratulate, and their voices resounded through the sky.

Ma Chong arched his hand to the crowd, and then his figure swayed and disappeared on the jade platform. His voice curled in the air, "After I stabilize my realm, I will meet the brothers..."

The dark clouds in the air dispersed, revealing a residual sun like blood. It was evening.

Brush! Everyone's eyes fell on the extremely dazzling golden auspicious clouds at this time.

The patriarch Ge Yue and the elder Bai Luo flew to the auspicious clouds. When Ge Yue saw Zhang Yan, he bowed deeply and said respectfully, "Thank you, Zhang Daoyou, for destroying the Sushui Sword Sect for me."

"Hmm, my Sushui Jianzong hasn't perished yet! Are you happy too early? As a prisoner, Zhai Li still felt a little happy when he heard the words and couldn't help retorting.

Zhang Yan glanced at Zhai Li, sighed, and said to Ge Yue, who was about to speak, "These people have been handed over to you. If they can be incorporated into the Yinghuojian Sect, it's naturally the best. If not... you can do it as you want."

After saying that, Zhang Yan landed on the golden auspicious cloud and put everyone on the jade platform. After that, his figure flashed and disappeared without a trace. He wanted to count the trophy this time, and the most important thing was to find some jade slips about the sword formula.

As for whether the people of Sushui Jianzong are dead or alive, he doesn't care, but there is a vague feeling in his heart that I'm afraid they will be more likely to die?

Zhang Yan asked himself about indirect killing, but he still couldn't bear it...