Cat Girl pointed at the commander of the cavalryman of Divine Hall and scolded with a red face.
The Revelation Department Priest's face darkened slightly. Aunt Quni Madi's eyes were suddenly filled with anger. She stared at the little girl and said coldly, "You don't have any respect for seniority! How did your master teach you? Is it your turn to speak out? "
Zhuo Zhihua took two steps forward and pulled Cat Girl back behind her. She bowed to those bigwigs and forcibly suppressed the anger in her heart. She said in a trembling voice, "Aunt, this matter is related to the reputation of our Black Ink Garden. Junior Brother Shi was buried in the meadow. Can't we talk?"
Quni Madi's wrinkled face showed a trace of disgust. She said gloomily, "As a disciple of the Master of Calligrapher, he couldn't even defeat the Horse Gang. He deserved to die because he was not as good as others."
For hundreds of years, the Yuelun Kingdom and the Great River Kingdom had been incompatible because of the dispute in the Tianmu Forest. No one knew how many big and small wars had taken place between the two sides. It could be called a blood feud for generations.
The Yuelun Kingdom had a vast territory and was a place where Buddhism flourished. Its strength was far above the Great River Kingdom. Especially in recent years, the relationship between the West-Hill Divine Palace and the Yuelun royal family was getting better and better. If the Tang Empire and the Great River Kingdom were not close, the monk army of the Yuelun Kingdom might have already set foot on the territory of the Great River Kingdom.
As the sister of the King of Yuelun Kingdom, Quni Madi certainly hated the people of the Great River Kingdom. She was involved in the coercion at the Yan camp over the past few months, the snatching of the hot spring, and the difficult task of transporting provisions. Therefore, she was not polite to the disciples of Black Ink Garden and spoke harshly and overbearingly.
Since the disciples of the Black Ink Garden left the Mogan Mountain of the Great River Kingdom and came to the frontier fortress of the North of Yan Kingdom, they had been constantly enduring the humiliation and frame-up from the Yuelun Kingdom. Now in the tribe of the palace of the Wilderness, in the meeting convened by the Divine Hall, they did not feel ashamed at all. They even spoke rudely to the dead fellow disciples. Even if the girls were gentle, they could not control their anger and stood up one after another.
With the clear sound of swords swinging, more than a dozen slender swords were aimed at Aunt Quni Madi. At this moment, they had already forgotten how noble this old lady was.
Under the wide tent, the monks from the Yuelun Kingdom's White Tower Temple saw the disciples of the Black Ink Garden dared to draw their swords. They stood up angrily and wanted to rush to Aunt Quni Madi to protect her.
Quni Madi Quni Madi raised her old arm to indicate to the sadhus. Quni Madi Quni Madi Madi raised her swords in their hands and looked at the Kingdom's girls of the disciples of the.. and looked. and Kingdom's eyes.
How could the Great River Kingdom girls be allowed to act recklessly in the meeting convened by the Divine Hall? Instead, the aunt cold-bloodedly hoped that the girls would be blinded by hatred. Once they really dared to use their swords against her, both the people of the Divine Hall and the cultivators from other countries would deal with them harshly. More importantly, even the Tang general who had been silent all the time would not be able to intervene.
"." Zhuo, Zhuo Zhuo her and held and looked and looked Chu 'and looked back.
Many people, like her, looked at that place.
Mo Shanshan, the Calligraphy Addict, was still sitting quietly in the chair. She didn't seem to hear Quni Madi's insult to her sect. She didn't seem to have any opinion on what happened on the meadow and felt nothing. She looked down at her pure white dress and seemed to regard the stain as a lotus flower.
Because of her silence, the atmosphere in the tent became more and more tense. No one knew whether the Kingdom's girls would draw their swords out of shame and anger, which would lead to uncontrollable consequences.
The Priest of the Revelation Department of the Divine Hall, who was sitting in the first seat, looked more and more gloomy. A few drops of dew seemed to condense between his white eyebrows. This bigwig had enough reasons to be dissatisfied with Quni Madi and the disciples of the Black Ink Garden. For example, they didn't respect him. But thinking of the relationship between the Judicial Department and the Yuelun Kingdom, he didn't say a word.
The invisible string in the air became tighter and tighter. The sarcasm and contempt in the wrinkles on Quni Madi's face became more and more obvious. If the situation went on like this, the Great River Kingdom's girls would still be humiliated. But if the Great River Kingdom's girls dared to despise the majesty of the Divine Hall and fight by themselves, no one knew what kind of miserable end they would face.
"The Headmaster of the Academy once said that the more you argue, the clearer the truth will be. No matter what the truth of the Horse Gang's robbery is, you should always listen to the opinions of both sides. You little girls should talk nicely. Why did you pull out the sword from the scabbard? Don't you know that Aunt Quni Madi is so straightforward? "
These words contained a hint of mockery of Quni Madi's behavior and manner of talking. It vaguely showed that she was partial to the disciples of the Black Ink Garden. Everyone in the tent could not help but be in an uproar. However, the person who said this was General Shu Cheng of the Tang Empire. So neither the Priest of the Divine Hall nor Quni Madi herself could question it.
Quni Madi snorted coldly. She looked back at General Shu and said in a cold voice, "I'd like to see what they can say."
Zhuo Zhihua was gentle and had the ability of a deacon. She took this opportunity to reprimand her junior sisters to step back. Then she took a few steps forward, bowed with hands folded in front, and carefully told what happened on the meadow that day.
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The same story, told by different people, had the same ending, but the process was completely different. In the words of Chen Bachi, the commander of the cavalrymen of Divine Hall, the disciples of the Black Ink Garden of the Great River Kingdom were a group of incompetent and cowardly good-for-nothings, which led to the destruction of the provisions and the heavy casualties of the soldiers and civilians of the Yan Kingdom. In Zhuo Zhihua's story, the commanders of the cavalrymen of Divine Hall on the meadow were cold-blooded and selfish. They clearly saw their fellow righteous people in a desperate situation, but they refused to help. Only when the disciples of the Black Ink Garden were about to win the bloody battle did they rush down to snatch the military merits.
Zhuo Zhihua was careful not to mention Aunt Quni Madi, Flower Addict Lu Chenjia, and people of the White Tower Temple of the Revelation Institute. However, everyone present knew why the cavalrymen of Divine Hall entered the Wilderness. Their faces changed slightly. The cultivators of the South Jin Kingdom and the Tang Army subconsciously glanced at Quni Madi with a somewhat complicated expression.
Everyone somewhat believed that the story of the Black Ink Garden disciples was true, because these girls were unreasonable. In order to shirk their responsibilities, they had offended the Divine Hall and the Yuelun Kingdom. Their provisions had been destroyed, so they should not be punished too harshly. However, who knew what kind of trouble there would be if they offended these bigwigs.
Belief was the human heart, but there was no such thing as the will of the people in the world. What was important was evidence. Besides evidence, there was also strength. The stronger the strength and background, the more powerful the words of the person.
The Great River Kingdom was small and weak. Although there was a Master of Calligrapher in the Black Ink Garden, he was just a visiting professor of the Divine Hall. How could he compete with the Divine Hall and the Yuelun Kingdom?
Quni Madi coldly stared at Zhuo Zhihua who had finished her story and retreated. After a moment of silence, she suddenly laughed in a very strange and hoarse voice, looking particularly gloomy, "I was also on the meadow that day. According to what you said, the cavalrymen of Divine Hall did not join the battle in time. Isn't it also my responsibility? Aren't you saying that I'm also cold-blooded and selfish? "
Zhuo Zhihua looked up at her quietly with her eyes full of determination, and said, "I didn't know that you were also on the meadow at that time. As for whether you had anything to do with the cavalrymen of Divine Hall's failure to rescue in time, I naturally don't know. Whether I'm responsible or cold-blooded, it's up to you, Aunt."
There was an uproar in the field. No one thought that this female disciple of the Black Ink Garden had the courage to directly point at Quni Madi. Some people faintly admired her courage.
Quni Madi stared at Zhuo Zhihua and shouted angrily, "What a bunch of nonsense! In order to shirk your responsibilities, you dare to confuse right and wrong and frame the Divine Hall and me! I, your aunt, love the younger generation, wanted to let you go and punish you a little bit. I didn't expect that you were so evil. Then don't blame me for teaching you a lesson on behalf of your master! "
Cat Girl stared at her and said without showing weakness, "You're so old and you're still lying. You're shameless!"
Quni Madi was so angry that she laughed. She sat back in the chair and said nothing, just waiting for the final result.
The Priest of the Revelation Department was silent. He gently stroked the snow-white hair on the top of his head and sighed faintly in the bottom of his heart. He was a little unhappy with the old woman beside him, but he had no way to deal with her.
In the previous dispute between the two sides, the disciples of the Black Ink Garden were very moderate in their accusations. They only targeted the cavalrymen of the Judicial Department and did not involve Quni Madi and the people of the White Tower Temple of the Revelation Institute. However, this old woman actually jumped into it on her own initiative. She was using her old face to force the Divine Hall to express its position. If he later decided to favor the Black Ink Garden, it meant that he believed the words of the girls and admitted that the highly respected Aunt Quni Madi was afraid of death and even had the malicious intention of killing people with a borrowed knife.
The West-Hill Divine Palace and the Buddhism Sect had a close relationship. The Unknown Place behind them had been communicating with each other for thousands of years. Although they respected Taoism, they supported each other. In the secular world, the Divine Hall needed the loyalty and offerings of the Yuelun Kingdom's royal family. Not to mention that both sides could only narrate what happened that day without any evidence. Even if the disciples of the Black Ink Garden produced evidence and the Priest was willing to punish the cavalrymen of the Judicial Department for the sake of superficial justice, at this moment, in order to save the old face of Aunt Quni Madi, he could only choose to believe the words of the commander.
"The hatred between the Yuelun Kingdom and the Great River Kingdom has accumulated so much?"
After a moment of silence, the Priest of the Revelation Department looked at the crowd and said calmly, "The peace agreement between the Central Plains and the palace has been reached. Although the batch of provisions was destroyed, it is not a big deal. I will punish the disciples of the Black Ink Garden to copy the scriptures of light three times. However, in the previous dispute, the disciples of the Black Ink Garden accused the cavalrymen of the Divine Hall of being untruthful and disrespectful to the elders. You should sincerely apologize to Aunt."
After finishing his sentence, he looked back at the Tang army sitting on the right side.
General Shu Cheng was silent for a moment. He felt that such a light punishment was a rare kindness from the Divine Hall. After nodding, he looked at the girls of the Great River Kingdom and comforted them gently, "The disciples of the Black Ink Garden are not afraid of writing."
Aunt Quni Madi's face was still gloomy. It was obvious that she was very dissatisfied with the Priest of the Revelation Department. But she was also clear about the dark dispute between the three departments of the Divine Hall. She knew that the matter involved the cavalrymen of the Judicial Department and the Revelation Department would not be too partial. So she remained silent and looked up indifferently, waiting for the apology.
Listening to the Priest of the Revelation Department's final decision, the monks of the White Tower Temple did not know what to think. But the disciples of the Sword Garret of South Jin Kingdom all thought that the Tang people and the Great River Kingdom were close. If the disciples of the Black Ink Garden were bullied too much, it would probably lead to more disputes. Now that the people of the Tang camp expressed their satisfaction, they were relieved.
No one cared about the feelings of the girls of the Great River Kingdom. They stood alone in the corner of the tent, still holding the Xiu Sword in their hands, but their eyes were full of anger and confusion.
They knew in advance that it was impossible for the Divine Hall to deal with it fairly, because the Apologetic Divine Army was originally the cavalrymen of the Divine Hall. But they did not expect that the Divine Hall would deal with it in such a way.
The Priest of the Revelation Department's decision was very gentle in everyone's eyes. However, these girls from the south were gentle and firm. What they cared about was not the gentleness, but the reversal of black and white behind it.
So they were angry.
However, in the face of the bright and majestic Divine Hall, in the face of the whole cultivation world, and in the face of the reality that everyone in the tent breathed a sigh of relief, what could they do? Did they really have to bow their heads and apologize to the old woman?
So they were confused.
All the disciples of the Black Ink Garden, including Zhuo Zhihua, turned their heads and looked at Mo Shanshan, who was sitting quietly in the chair.
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Mo Shanshan slowly rose to her feet. There was not a single trace of emotion on her elegant and indifferent face. Her thin, red lips were pursed into a straight line, making her look particularly unyielding. It formed a sharp contrast with her soft, black hair.
Her dress flowed down like water. She stood in the water and looked at the bigwigs above. She shook her head and said calmly, "Priest, I don't accept this result."
At this time, many people were watching her and wanted to know what she would say. According to the rumored temperament of the Calligraphy Addict, people were not very worried. However, they did not expect that the rumored Calligraphy Addict seemed to be vaguely different from the real Calligraphy Addict in front of them. Her response was so simple and stern.
There was no emotional debate or angry accusation. From the beginning of the meeting, she had been silent until the Divine Hall came out with the final result. Then she said softly, "I don't accept it."
Since she didn't accept it, then it was as if nothing had happened.
The expression of the Priest of the Revelation Department changed slightly. He leaned forward slightly and looked at Mo Shanshan, who was not far away. His white hair and beard slowly released a coercion. He had been waiting for the Calligraphy Addict to show her attitude, but she had not shown it before. At this time, when all parties came out with the result, she made her statement. He could only think that it was a provocation to the dignity of the Divine Hall.
"Hill Master, I have always respected you. I really want to know what your attitude is."
Mo Shanshan looked at the Priest calmly and bowed slightly. She said, "My attitude is that I don't accept it. Neither I nor my master will accept the unfair result."
"Why mention the Master of Calligrapher? Even if he is here today, I will say the same."
Quni Madi stared at her white cheeks coldly and asked in a gloomy tone, "Hill Master, you have the guts not to accept the result of the Divine Hall. Do you think that the Divine Hall and I, an old woman, have been unfair?"
The saying, "Age is more ruthless than death", described this aunt. She was an extremely honorable senior cultivator, but today she had forced the room for conversation into nothingness twice. Her gloomy words were like a cold sword stabbing directly into the other's heart.
Everyone present knew the elegant and dull temperament of the Calligraphy Addict. Although her previous performance had surprised everyone, they thought that Aunt Quni Madi had thrown the Divine Hall in front of her at this time, so she should remain silent.
However, today the Calligraphy Addict surprised everyone again.
Mo Shanshan looked at the old woman expressionlessly and said calmly, "You have always been unfair."
Countless sounds of people sucking in cold breaths rang out in the tent.
The Priest of the Revelation Department looked at her quietly and said, "Hill Master, if there is no evidence, you can't accuse the Divine Hall of being unfair. I don't want to send a letter to Mogan Mountain. Please be careful."
Mo Shanshan's sparse eyelashes trembled slightly. Her eyes were unfocused, as if she was looking into the distance. She said, "What I don't understand is why what I and my fellow disciples of the Black Ink Garden say is not evidence, then why is what they say the evidence?"
There was silence in the tent. The Calligraphy Addict's words directly pointed out the most fundamental problem of today's matter. However, whether words could be used as evidence had nothing to do with the degree of credibility. It was only related to who the speaker was. The effect of the words of a rich man and a beggar in the court was always different. This was the way of the world. What could they do?
Quni Madi suddenly laughed hoarsely and old. When the laughter gradually subsided, she looked at Mo Shanshan not far away and said with pride, contempt and sarcasm, "Who in the world will believe that I, Quni Madi, will also tell a lie?"
It was not who would believe, but who dared to believe.
After a moment of silence, the Priest of the Revelation Department looked at the disciples of various countries and asked, "Does anyone know where the Horse Gang came from? Did any disciples of other sects pass through the meadow that day? "
No one answered, because there were indeed no other cultivators passing through the meadow that day. As for the Horse Gang, there might be some lucky ones who escaped, but how could they find them in the vast Wilderness?
In the quiet meeting tent, Mo Shanshan bowed her head and looked at the tips of her shoes poking out from under her skirt. She was silent for a long time, thinking about what someone had said to her in the carriage, about the tiger and the rabbit, and the tiger and the tiger.
"I can accept the punishment from the Divine Hall, but the commander of the cavalrymen of Divine Hall said that the disciples of the Black Ink Garden are muddle-headed and incompetent, cowardly and afraid to fight, and even dare not to fight against the Horse Gang. I can't accept it."
"I have been thinking about how to prove my courage and ability."
She flicked her fingertips and pulled out a tiny saber from the waist of Zhuo Zhihua. She looked at the commander of the cavalrymen of Divine Hall named Chen Bachi expressionlessly and said, "Although you are also a cultivator of the Seethrough Realm, I will not be bored enough to challenge you, because you are not qualified, so you don't have to worry."
Mo Shanshan turned her eyes slightly and fell on Quni Madi's ugly old face, which was like a paddy field after a drought. She calmly said, "I am Mo Shanshan, a disciple of the Black Ink Garden. Aunt, please enlighten me."
As soon as she finished speaking, she put the small saber across her palm, with the blade facing down. She exerted force on her wrist and was ready to cut it open.
"Wait!"
The Priest of the Revelation Department and General Shu of the Tang Kingdom were shocked and stood up to stop her.
The Great River Kingdom was deeply influenced by the Tang Kingdom. Even if it was a duel, it was customary to follow the rules of Chang 'an City. Cutting sleeves was an invitation to a duel, and cutting palms was a duel to the death!
The reaction of the people in the tent was a little slower than that of the two bigwigs. After a while, they understood the intention of her action and stood up in shock. There was a sound of chairs and stools collapsing.
Mo Shanshan had issued an invitation to a duel to the death to Aunt Quni Madi!
As everyone knew, Mo Shanshan was one of the most famous Three Addicts in the world among the younger generation of cultivators. She was a master at the upper Seethrough State. However, the so-called Three Addicts were not only related to the state of cultivation, but also to the appearance of the three women. But the person she was going to challenge today was Aunt Quni Madi, a powerhouse of the Buddhism Sect who had been famous for a long time!
Although she was the Calligraphy Addict, no one was optimistic that she could defeat a predecessor who had decades of cultivation.
Therefore, everyone felt that the Calligraphy Addict looked particularly beautiful today because of her willpower. She was breathtakingly beautiful.
Quni Madi looked at the junior coldly. She held the armrest of the chair with her skinny old tree-like hand and slowly stood up.
The Priest of the Revelation Department looked at Mo Shanshan and reprimanded her angrily, "What are you doing? Put away your saber quickly! "
Mo Shanshan seemed to have not heard what he said at all. She held the hilt of the saber with her right hand slightly.
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There was chaos outside the tent. It was extremely noisy.
When the tent curtain was lifted and Ning Que walked in with the Big Black Horse, he saw Mo Shanshan holding the knife horizontally in her palm. He was so shocked that he did not care that there were so many people in the tent. He shouted angrily, "What are you doing? Put away your saber quickly. "
Mo Shanshan looked at him in the distance and slowly put down the knife in her hand. She said softly, "Apart from this, I can't think of any other way to wash away the injustice of my dead comrade. Because he is already dead and will not speak again. And it seems that no one will listen to what I say."
There was no expression on her face. She was so calm that it seemed that she was talking about a trivial family matter.
However, in Ning Que's eyes, the girl standing there alone was obviously so fragile and sad.
Only he could see her fragile and sad.
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Everyone in the tent followed Mo Shanshan's gaze to the tent curtain.
They looked at Ning Que with curiosity and surprise. The Revelation Priest could not stop the Calligraphy Addict, but this person said exactly the same words as the Priest, and the Calligraphy Addict obediently put away her saber.
Then, people in the tent noticed the trust in the Calligraphy Addict's calm eyes. They noticed the dependence hidden in the eyes of the Great River Kingdom girls that suddenly brightened. Only then did they realize that they seemed to be used to placing their hopes on this young man. They could not help but feel more confused.
When people saw the Big Black Horse in his hand, they were even more shocked and speechless when they thought of the scene on the horse race road yesterday. They all thought to themselves, "Who on earth is this young man?"
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(Last night, I did not finish the revision of this volume. I will continue today and tomorrow. Also, I have to say in advance that the first chapter of this volume has been revised. But the words at the end of the chapter are more important, including the advertisement of Futian. So I will not touch them for the time being. When this volume is finished, I will replace them together. Also, there is no rest this Saturday. Don't forget, last notice, the first place in the weekly list is very dangerous. Don't forget to vote for the recommendation.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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