12dz Chapter 314 Zhao Gongming Descends the Mountain
Chapter 314 Zhao Gongming Descends the Mountain
Mount Emei, Luofu Cave.
Shen Gongbao spat out the mouthful of snow and looked at Yang Jiao in surprise that she was actually an old acquaintance of Zhao Gongming, the eldest disciple of the outer sect of the Jie Sect!
However, if all ten Heavenly Kings were to die in Qishan, once the news spread, even the outer sects of the Jie Sect would become wary and would find it difficult to invite them again.
Shen Gongbao was also forced into this situation.
Looking at the upright and righteous Zhao Gongming, after a long period of adjustment, he changed his solemn demeanor from when he arrived, wiped away his tears, and stepped forward to bow:
"Brother Daoist!"
His sudden sobbing startled Yang Jiao, who turned around abruptly.
Is this how they hired those people before?!
Shen Gongbao ignored Yang Jiao's expression and strode forward with incredible speed, almost kneeling down in front of Zhao Gongming before being quickly pulled back by Yao Shaosi, who was standing in front of him.
"Master, Master, please stand up and speak."
Shen Gongbao exerted even more force with his legs, and Yao Shaosi struggled to pull him up by himself. He quickly gave Chen Jiugong a look, and the two brothers barely managed to keep him from falling onto the snow.
Yang Jiao couldn't bear to look.
He walked to the side and started making snowballs by himself.
The freshly fallen snow was like layers of cotton, making a rustling sound when squeezed in the hand. It quickly rolled into a small ball, and if you rolled it on the ground, you could pick up even more snow.
Shen Gongbao gripped Zhao Gongming's robes with both hands, his words dripping with tears:
"Brother Dao, the outer disciples of us have been utterly humiliated by the Chan Sect!"
He counted the number of people coming down the mountain, and then subtly hinted at Zhao Gongming's identity:
"Six of the ten Heavenly Kings were defeated and all died. The Chan Sect showed no respect to the Jie Sect. If all ten Heavenly Kings had died on Mount Qi, who in the Three Realms would still respect the outer disciples of the Jie Sect, or even you, their senior brother?"
Zhao Gongming gently pulled out the hem of his robe.
He squatted down with a sweeping motion, one hand resting on his knee, scrutinizing Shen Gongbao, and said in a meaningful, deep voice:
"If I don't come down the mountain, where will you go to complain?"
That's a very direct question.
Yang Jiao's hand, which was rolling a snowball, stopped.
I couldn't help but sigh: What a clever Zhao Gongming!
A hint of understanding flashed in Shen Gongbao's lowered eyes. When talking to this kind of person, there's no need to use moral labels to restrain you. It's better to be straightforward and get straight to the point; there's still a chance of success.
He got up and swept the snow off him.
Looking Zhao Gongming in the eye, he spoke his mind:
"If I cannot persuade you, fellow Daoist, I certainly cannot persuade any other disciples of the Jie Sect either. Firstly, the outer disciples have been dying one after another, so none of them dare to go."
Secondly, since you, the outer sect disciple, don't speak up, I, your junior brother, won't be able to see many of my direct disciples.
After Shen Gongbao finished speaking, he deliberately paused to observe Zhao Gongming's expression, but he could not see any change in it.
He could only continue:
"We have exhausted all the people we can invite from the outer sect. If you refuse to come down the mountain, I will have no choice but to go to the Three Immortals Island and the Three Immortals Cave to ask the senior sisters to make the decision."
After speaking...
Zhao Gongming, whose face had been solemn, finally showed an expression, glaring angrily as he said:
“Yunxiao respects her master the most. Since her master has spoken, she will certainly abide by his word and not descend the mountain.”
"Yes, of course Lady Yunxiao would," Shen Gongbao said, then changed the subject, "What about Lady Bixiao? And Lady Qiongxiao?"
Zhao Gongming grabbed Shen Gongbao by the neck and lifted him up, his legs off the ground and his face turning a deep purplish-red.
I felt the constriction around my neck getting tighter and tighter, and I was so struggling to breathe that I felt dizzy.
Shen Gongbao continued to look at Zhao Gongming.
The two faced off in silence.
After a long while, when Shen Gongbao felt he would die in a few more seconds, Zhao Gongming still hadn't let go. He rolled his eyes and struggled, saying:
Even if... I die, there will be... another... of me.
"It's impossible to defend against...it's impossible to defend against..."
Even the Investiture of the Gods couldn't stop it.
"Oh."
Zhao Gongming loosened his grip.
Shen Gongbao was thrown to the ground.
The renewed influx of air ravaged his lungs, each breath accompanied by a sharp pain.
This made Shen Gongbao truly convinced that Zhao Gongming had intended to kill him.
He rubbed his neck, his voice hoarse:
"Ahem, fellow Daoist, ahem, this is the clear path, the path that can be guarded against."
"If I hadn't come to Mount Emei this time, do you think your reason for descending the mountain would have been?"
Shen Gongbao looked at Zhao Gongming's solemn face, a mocking smile playing on his lips, and grabbed a handful of snowflakes, crushing them into pieces.
The snow fell softly, much like the fate of those destined for greatness on the Investiture of the Gods list.
There was nothing else to do but be grabbed and kneaded by these invisible hands.
The snowball Yang Jiao was rolling was already half a person tall, covering her entire lower body. The snowball kept getting bigger and bigger as it rolled.
Every snowflake it touched stuck tightly to it.
Zhao Gongming's eyes flickered, and a hint of helpless smile froze on his face.
Yes, if I weren't going down the mountain this time, what would be the reason? Would it be the news of the deaths of those close to me in the Jie Sect, or my regret for not entering before them...?
Even those who become gods or immortals cannot escape their entanglements.
Zhao Gongming stood with his hands behind his back in front of Luofu Cave, finally lowering his eyes to instruct his disciples behind him:
"Follow me down the mountain."
Shen Gongbao put on a fawning smile again, as if the person who had spoken so seriously before had never existed, and bowed and scraped to Zhao Gongming:
"Thank you for your trouble, Senior Brother. With you here in Da Shang, the Chan Sect will not be able to make any progress."
Zhao Gongming mounted the black tiger 'Yuanbao' and took the lead by pulling himself up with both legs.
At this moment, Yang Jiao pushed the huge snowball in her hand down the mountain.
The impact struck the cliff face with a thud, bending the welcoming pines that sprouted from the entire mountainside.
Beneath my feet, the clouds and snow seemed to merge into one.
She flew low to catch up with Zhao Gongming, and whispered something to him as she stood beside him:
"After you come down the mountain, be sure to visit Qishan Mythical Beast Garden to look for me often."
Yang Jiao's gaze was sincere.
She couldn't interfere too much, as it concerned the important matter of the Investiture of the Gods, and none of the saints above were simple!
Now that the Tongtian Sect Leader and the Supreme Lord Laozi know that the Primordial Purple Qi is on their bodies, does the other one of the Three Pure Ones know this?
This game of chess, even before the Western Church has begun, is already becoming increasingly chaotic.
And,
Let's not talk about things too far ahead. Right now, to protect Zhao Gongming, we need to go back and persuade Lu Ya Dao Ren to defect!
Yang Jiao thought about it and realized that the demon race had accumulated too much karma in the past, so it was best not to have too much contact with them. Getting too close to them would affect her judgment, so it was better to do business directly.
It just so happens that Lu Ya needs it, and it just so happens that I have the ability to do so.
After thinking it over, she took a deep breath and darted away, leaving everyone else behind.
On his mount, Yuanbao, Zhao Gongming analyzed Yang Jiao's words.
Then he lowered his eyes and chuckled softly.
He thought to himself:
"Is this the destiny variable that Master predicted for me?"