The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 78 "Sword"

Cheng Yuanzhen was hit by a palm from Yun Zelin. Although he had no intention to kill, the difference in their realms was huge and he had suffered considerable injuries.

While escaping down the mountain, he kept thinking in his mind how to resolve the matter.

By the time he was about to arrive outside Tai'an City, he had already made a rough plan in his mind.

But I could faintly hear strange noises coming from far away in the city.

The three heads of the sects and the disciples of the three factions who followed him down the mountain all changed their expressions.

This roar and wailing...why does it sound so much like the situation in the Tarzan faction! ?
Everyone used their Qinggong skills and rushed to the city gate.

Then he saw the tightly closed city gate, the officials and soldiers standing guard at the door trembling with fear, and the constant scraping sounds coming from the door.

Cheng Yuanzhen quickly stepped forward, grabbed the gatekeeper by the collar, and asked sternly, "What's going on?!"

When the official saw Cheng Yuanzhen's official uniform, he thought he had finally seen the imperial reinforcements and burst into tears.

"My Lord!!!"

"Your subordinate, your subordinate..." He choked with sobs and burst into tears.

Cheng Yuanzhen didn't have time to listen to his nonsense. He slapped him several times: "Why are you crying? Answer me! What's going on?"

"Why are the city gates blocked? What happened in the city? "

The official barely stopped crying and explained the whole situation to Cheng Yuanzhen.

Li Miao told them what instructions he had given them and what had become of the people in the city.

Finally, he said with tears in his eyes: "My old wife and young children are still in the city. I wanted to open the door and go into the city several times, but I held back!"

"Finally, you have arrived! Please save the people in this city!"

Cheng Yuanzhen looked him up and down, then glanced at the three sect leaders behind him calmly with a cold look, but he did not speak for a while.

There is a saying that goes: A healthy soul resides in a healthy mind and a healthy body.

A person's character will more or less succumb to the environment he is in.

The character of being able to betray one's environment is a truly rare and valuable quality.

For example, if a person has been living a life of luxury since childhood, surrounded by upright and kind people, and is faced with upright things, then his kindness is actually natural. It is also valuable, but not worthy of praise.

If a person has been displaced and hungry since childhood, and has to face intrigues, blood and gore every day when he grows up, but he can still face this terrible world with a kind heart, that is truly valuable.

Because of this, there are very few good people among the eunuch profession.

Physically disabled, they are discriminated against, and their lives and deaths are easy, but they rarely die peacefully. The environment they face rarely allows them to be kind.

And Cheng Yuanzhen was a "standard eunuch".

He didn't care about the lives of the people in the city.

What he is thinking about now is whether he should take action and silence those people present.

Because he was the one who brought the soldiers in the city to Mount Tai without consulting Li Miao. At this time, the city was empty and the Ming Cult took advantage of the opportunity to enter, so a great deal of the responsibility should be borne by him.

But right now, he didn't want to risk his life on this matter, and he didn't want to go into the city to save people.

Anyone who sees him outside Tai'an City now may become a potential threat to him and prove his escape in the future.

It's just... he can't do it.

The palm strike from Yun Zelin had indeed landed on his chest, damaging his heart meridian. Although his life was not in danger, it had affected the circulation of his true Qi.

The three masters are all top-notch for many years, and they have disciples from three sects.

Even if Cheng Yuanzhen himself is extremely skilled, he is injured and if it really comes to a fight between life and death, even if he wins, it will be a miserable victory.

The three leaders were all veterans of the martial arts world, so they naturally sensed Cheng Yuanzhen's vague murderous intent. Without saying a word, they all placed their hands on the hilts of their swords at the same time.

"Humph!" After hesitating for a while, Cheng Yuanzhen snorted coldly. He kicked away the official who was hugging his legs and crying, and turned away.

The official was stunned for a moment, and when he came to his senses, Cheng Yuanzhen was gone.

His eyes first widened, and then he suddenly burst into tears. The same thing happened to other officials and soldiers.

There is nothing more despairing than waiting for hope and then watching it shattered. At this point, several people were completely hopeless and even thought about opening the city gates and going in to die with their families.

At this moment, the three masters sighed.

Zhang Jingfeng, the head of Hengshan Sect, smiled bitterly and said, "What do you two have to say?"

Songshan Sect's head, Zhou Yingxue, snorted coldly: "What else can I say? Are you waiting for our Songshan Sect to escape so that you can use this incident to suppress our sect in the future?"

Deng Boxuan, the head of Hengshan Sect, had an unpleasant look on his face, with cold sweat dripping down his forehead. "You two, we managed to escape from Taishan Sect with great difficulty. Would you like to consider this again?"

"I know that you are not the kind of people who are afraid of death, but don't forget that the matter of colluding with the Ming Cult is still weighing on our heads."

"This city is obviously the Ming Cult's plan. They have already sent Lan Lechuan in. Who knows what other experts are waiting for us inside."

"If we lose our lives here, our sect will be leaderless and it will be difficult for us to survive the calculations and revenges of the Ming Cult and the imperial court in the future."

Zhang Jingfeng didn't say anything, but Zhou Yingxue, who was straightforward, said bluntly: "If I were the only one here, I might really leave."

"Look behind you, there are little ones watching you!"

"If we really just leave like this, our Songshan Sect will be truly finished!"

Deng Baixuan turned to look at the disciples behind him and was speechless for a moment.

The Five Mountains Sword Sect is a famous and upright sect. No matter how despicable they are in private, what they teach their disciples are all about chivalry and fighting for justice with swords.

When Deng Baixuan turned around, he saw more than a dozen pairs of eyes that were eager to try and blazing with flames, which made his eyes sore.

"Fuck it, fuck it, what the fuck is this!" Deng Baixuan turned his head and cursed inwardly.

What debt did I owe in my previous life? Are there no masters in this world? Why does everything have to fall on me?
He had come to participate in the Five Mountains Alliance Meeting with great joy, and had brought along several of the best talents in the sect, wanting them to see the world.

As a result, he was inexplicably dragged in, and several disciples died. He finally managed to escape with the remaining disciples, but now he was going to lead them to death again! ?

This matter is 800 miles away from our sect, Taishan Sect doesn't care, and the imperial court doesn't care either. Is it my turn to die in Hengshan Sect?!

Looking at Deng Baixuan who lowered his head and gritted his teeth in silence, Zhang Jingfeng spoke slowly.

"Master Deng, don't think about it. If you think too much, you won't dare to fight to the death."

"We are not heroes with great righteousness, nor are we geniuses like Zuo Lishan, who has reached the pinnacle at a young age. We have all worked hard to carry our sect forward, we are mediocre people."

"We can be humble in front of the imperial court and the Ming Cult. As long as we are not seen, it will be fine."

Zhang Jingfeng sighed lightly and stroked the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"But no matter how different our heritages are, what we practice is the sword after all - the sword can be bent but cannot be broken."

"If we let all the people in this city go today, even if our swords are broken, what's the point of talking about 'Sword Sect'?"

"Let's go, don't delay, maybe we can save a few more lives."

As he spoke, Zhang Jingfeng smiled and said, "What a coincidence, the names of the five leaders of our Five Mountains Sword Sect are all trees."

"Fir, maple, cherry, cypress, and willow."

"This tree with a broken backbone cannot support the main beams, nor can it bear any good fruit. Not to mention providing shade for those who come after it."

After saying that, Zhang Jingfeng walked towards the city gate first, followed closely by Zhou Yingxue.

"Fuck it, fuck it, you're the only heroes!"

Deng Baixuan gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, and finally followed.

(End of this chapter)