Chapter 356: Group Fighting is Inevitable
The Wanjian Sect's market is located inside the mountain gate. At first, it was just a remote and unknown ravine. On every morning of the weekend, the disciples would spontaneously gather here to trade various cultivation materials and exchange various information.
As more and more people know about this place, the morning market has become larger and larger and has lasted longer and longer. The purpose of coming here is no longer just to trade.
There is more entertainment.
For the Wanjian Sect, which has always advocated hard training, this is like a gap that has been blocked for a long time and is finally opened.
Realizing that it is better to open up than to block, the sect's top leaders gradually accepted the existence of this place.
More and more people came, and most of the cultivators in the Wanjian Sect were warlike sword cultivators. Once a dispute arose, fighting was inevitable.
In order to maintain public order, the sect had to send people to manage it.
Thus, the spontaneous gathering place of the sect's disciples gradually became an official organization.
With people stationed there for a long time, they all needed to eat, drink, defecate and urinate, so houses were built and various shops were opened...
Over time, the small valley became a small town.
West Fourth Lane is located to the west of the market town, close to the outskirts of the market town. Because the entire lane is lined with small shops selling food with good quality and low prices, it is very popular among middle and low-level disciples.
Even someone like Wei Wenxin who really doesn't like to go out was dragged here many times by his classmates when he was in school.
That is to say, in recent years, most of her peers have died, and the remaining ones are mostly in high positions and no longer indulge in eating, drinking and having fun, so she has not come here.
When Ling Cang arrived, he saw the three children huddled in the corner. The surrounding area was full of ruins. Judging from the area, at least thirty stores were destroyed, even the West Fifth Lane was affected. For a moment, he couldn't help but cover the storage ring around his neck.
But it soon remembered that Wei had returned and would not ask it for compensation, so it immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
"what happened?"
The gang fighting had now passed through West Fifth Lane, left the market town, and reached West Hill.
The two sides deployed their swords and started fighting and cursing at the same time.
Unlike Wei Wenxin, who is ruthless and taciturn and does not care about other people's opinions, Heiguo is a person who not only beats people but also does not forget to occupy the moral high ground.
For example, right now, the onlookers could hear her cursing from a distance - "How dare you curse my master in front of me? I'll beat you to death!"
The man who was beaten wanted to explain, but Heiguo had learned the Buddhist lion's roar from his uncle master, and his voice was as loud as thunder. No matter what he said, no one could hear him.
"You deserve it! You insulted my master and got caught red-handed. It's unacceptable if you don't fight!"
Similar words kept coming from the crowd, and Jin Zhongyun's eyes flickered, as if he had suddenly realized something.
The two younger ones looked up at their senior brother, then turned their heads to look at the opposite hillside, as if they had figured something out, but also seemed confused.
The grass and trees on the mountain fell down, and the earth and rocks were falling down. It was obvious that a real fire had been started, and it would definitely not be over in a short time.
Seeing that Heiguo had helpers and was not at any disadvantage, Ling Cang finally breathed a sigh of relief.
It is quite normal for sword cultivators to fight with each other. As long as no one is killed, there is no need to stop it.
Having lived in the Wanjian Sect for more than two hundred years, it has long been accustomed to this.
Since the fight is going on, it only needs to stay here to prevent others from taking advantage of the chaos to harm its own children.
The white-haired young man landed lightly beside the three young disciples and asked in a calm tone about what had happened.
To be honest, it was only familiar with Heiguo. It had only met the three newcomers once when it came out of seclusion a few days ago. It didn't expect that when something happened, the second one was so smart that he knew to send it a sound transmission note and even called it uncle to get close to it.
The note in the transmission note described a miserable situation, and it almost lost its shoes along the way. When it arrived at the place, it was discovered that this seemingly harmless boy actually had a stomach full of black sesame seeds.
What senior sister being beaten up by a group of people? It’s more like the senior sister beating up others.
And he and his junior brothers and sisters were trembling in fear. That was bullshit. They were not pretending and they were not that pitiful.
There were so many people nearby, all of them were cultivators from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. When they saw the melee break out, someone immediately put on protective shields for the young disciples who were affected. The highest cultivation level among the three was only at the third level of Qi Refining, so naturally they also enjoyed this treatment.
The two little ones are still not very sensible at the moment, and they might not understand what is going on. Ling Cang was asking this question to his second disciple Jin Zhongyun.
It also wanted to take the opportunity to see what the child's qualifications were. It was its basic requirement not to panic when encountering major events.
However, the child's performance far exceeded its expectations.
Jin Zhongyun hugged his junior brother with one hand and his junior sister with the other, looked up at it, and then stood up with a look of panic on his face.
Then his face was filled with emotion and grievance, and he apologized as soon as he opened his mouth:
"I'm sorry, Uncle Ling Cang. I didn't know that my sister had a friend here. When I saw that the other party's relatives and friends were sitting at two tables, I was worried that my sister would suffer a loss, so I sent you a sound transmission note in a hurry. I forced you to make this trip. Please don't blame me..."
The child was thin and pretty, and spoke very sincerely.
Even though Ling Cang was in an awkward period at the moment, with the fur on his body missing pieces here and there and even after turning into a human form, there were still many pink spots on his skin, and he was in a very irritable mood, seeing him like this, he still couldn't get angry at all.
Fortunately, my face is as white as before, so as long as I dress tightly, it won’t be a problem.
It advises itself like this.
But he pinched his sleeves unconsciously, fearing that others would see his mottled arms.
"No problem. The market town is very close, so it's not a big deal to make a trip. If a fight breaks out, it would be stupid not to call for help! Anyway, why did they fight?"
There was a strong soothing tone in his words, and even Ling Cang himself didn't know that he could be so gentle and considerate.
In the current situation, we basically just need it to help clean up the mess.
Whether you win or lose, whether it makes sense or not, the way you deal with it is completely different.
Ling Cang didn't want to waste time, and seeing that he didn't answer the question to the point, he had to speak again.
"My senior sister felt sorry for us because we were so tired from going to school, so she picked us up after school and took us to the market to eat something delicious. But as soon as we arrived at the restaurant, we heard someone inside making rude remarks and slandering our master, so my senior sister rushed in and started fighting with the person. It was a pity that my junior brothers and sisters and I couldn't help..."
As he spoke, Kim Jong-woon couldn't help but have tears in his eyes.
Ling Cang sighed and touched the heads of the three children one by one to comfort them. Although he looked not much older than Kim Jong-woon, he had a kind face.
This situation is very common in the world of immortal cultivation.
Ling Cang's advancement is still relatively fast.
Some spiritual beasts may not be able to evolve into adults and transform into human form after their masters advance to the Mahayana stage. It is not uncommon to see a child acting like an elder in front of a middle-aged man with a beard.
After all, if a cultivator cannot advance, many of them will die within one or two hundred years.
Dong Renze and Qiu Ye had been silent the whole time, as if they just reacted at this moment.
Dong Renze took out a notebook, looked at the western hillside for a few times, lowered his head and drew a few strokes, looked again, and drew a few more strokes.
"Second Brother, what are you doing?"
Qiu Ye asked in a low voice.
"I'll draw them all, and when we have a higher level of cultivation, we'll go and seek revenge on them!"
Qiu Ye blinked, "They all have their own disciple tokens hanging around their waists. I wrote them down when I was at the entrance of the restaurant. But I don't know many of the characters, so I can only copy them. Second Senior Brother, can you help me see what their names are?"
The two children were whispering to each other, unaware that Ling Cang was seeing everything.
After returning to Lingsi Peak, I told Wei Wenxin about this matter.
Fighting is a small matter for a sword cultivator. He has to pay the compensation and punish the punishment, and everything will be fine after it's over.
All kinds of slander are not new to Wei Wenxin.
There are as many people who curse her as there are people who like her.
The talents displayed by several disciples during this process made her even more concerned.
After listening to Ling Cang's words, she couldn't help but touch her chin and began to think about the issue of teaching students in accordance with their aptitude.
The countdown to the end is almost here, there should be no gaps left to fill, if there are any, please remind me.
