After the licking dog died, Zhang Qingyuan taught them the sixth lesson, which was to destroy the corpse, eliminate traces, and clean up the battlefield.
Friends who often kill people know that how to dispose of the body after killing someone without being discovered is a technical job.
There was no good solution at the moment. He didn't have corpse-turning water or anything like that.
So at present, the best way is to dig a hole and bury it.
Eleven people spent an hour digging a deep pit, throwing the body in, filling it with soil, and restoring the scene to its original state.
After looking at it, Zhang Qingyuan breathed a sigh of relief.
There is no other way, and he doesn't want to go to such trouble, but his current strength really doesn't allow it.
Lin Li His father is the lord of Lin'an City, and he cannot be offended. After that, they returned to the cave to rest for another night, and continued their journey the next morning.
We were talking and laughing all the way, and there was no sense of tension after killing someone.
It's strange to say that if he killed someone in his previous life, Zhang Qingyuan would definitely be frightened and uneasy.
But in this life, the environment has changed, but I don't feel anything wrong with this matter at all.
Everything seemed so natural and reasonable.
Thinking about it later, he understood.
This is a society that cannibalizes people. When will the martial arts world stop killing people?
When killing and being killed become commonplace, nothing else matters.
After walking for three days in a row, apart from meeting Han Yumo and the others, I didn't see anything bad.
Arrive at the foot of the Bright Moon Sect mountain calmly.
After three consecutive days of traveling, the bloody massacre had long been forgotten.
Looking up, the students couldn't help but exclaimed "Wow", which seemed particularly exaggerated.
At the end of the line of sight, a huge mountain range is entrenched on the earth like a sleeping ancient dragon. The main peak Bright Moon Peak rises from the ground and reaches into the sky. Its height is far higher than that of the surrounding peaks. It is like a lonely king looking down on all living beings indifferently.
The mountain is not a monotonous color of earth and stone, but presents a strange blue-black texture, as if made of black iron, indestructible. At this moment, it is this green-black that is covered with a layer of dazzling white.
It was not gentle and soft snow, but a thick and solemn snow that had accumulated years and severe cold.
They poured down from the top of the mountain, like nectar splashed by the gods, but were frozen in an instant, forming spectacular snowfields, ice waterfalls and huge snow cornices. When the sun fell, the entire mountain peak did not reflect softly, but reflected hundreds of millions of bright and cold crystal lights, making people dare not look directly. It seems that if you look at it a few more times, your soul will be stabbed by the pure whiteness and coldness.
On the mountainside, clouds and mist are lingering, like jade ribbons wrapped around the snow blade that stands tall on the sky and the earth. Sometimes they gather and sometimes disperse, occasionally revealing the cornices of the looming pavilions and pavilions covered by ice and snow, adding a bit of ethereal and mysterious to the fairyland resort.
Just this scene, not only the students, but also Zhang Qingyuan couldn't help but feel intimidated.
Good-looking, pretty, towering, solemn, upright.
Either Bright Moon Sect has a big reputation, just look at this mountain, it is much more awesome than Phoenix Cry Mountain.
Of course, Phoenix Cry Mountain also has advantages.
The mountain is short and the climb is not that strenuous.
"Dean, why don't we go up?" Ma Shou asked.
Zhang Qingyuan said, "Wait a minute, I wrote them a letter before I came, and someone will pick them up soon."
As expected, not long after, a white robe was seen falling from the sky.
The visitor was wearing fluttering white clothes, showing off his noble demeanor.
"Sect Master Zhang, you're fine."
"Zhang Qingyuan has met Uncle Master."
The person who came was none other than the eldest disciple Bright Moon Sect, Di Yunjie.
As his master's best friend during his lifetime, he really didn't know what a good method would be.
Even the elder brother doesn't know, and the master hasn't said anything about it.
Di Yunjie waved his sleeves and looked at the ten little ones behind Zhang Qingyuan, "Haha, are they the ten strongest people in the martial arts academy this year?"
Liu Sidao Ma Shou After listening, they couldn't help but puff up their chests with pride.
Zhang Xiaohua Xiao Yan A few of them are a little embarrassed.
Zhang Qingyuan smiled and said, "They are not the strongest. I just picked ten that are pretty good. Let's go out for a walk and show them the atmosphere of the world."
"That's what you mean by studying, right?"
"Yes, yes." Zhang Qingyuan nodded hurriedly.
The letter has already been written clearly, and Bright Moon Sect also knows the meaning of research.
"Well, follow me up the mountain first. Master has been waiting for a long time."
"Thank you, Uncle Master."
As Di Yunjie stepped onto the thousand-level ice steps, a strict and forbidding atmosphere of cultivation penetrated like cold air, completely different from the pyrotechnic school atmosphere of the Tianyang Martial Dao Academy.
On the mountain road, Zhang Qingyuan looked behind him and warned, "Be energetic when we go up in a while, we are here to study.
Although it is a visit, it must also reflect the spirit of our martial arts academy.
Don't go back up the mountain, what will happen at the Bright Moon Sect.
Otherwise, don't tell me I'll go back and deal with you!"
"Don't worry, Dean."
"Okay, Brother Dao, you are responsible for managing it."
"Yes, Dean."
Hearing the casual conversation between them, Di Yunjie raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
It is indeed different from traditional sects. Bright Moon Sect Who dares to talk to the sect master like this?
Zhang Qingyuan also called that kid Brother Dao.
They don't look like teachers and students, but more like friends of the same generation.
Invisibly, the distance between the dean and the students has become closer.
As the next generation leader of the Bright Moon Sect, Di Yunjie is also learning this new teaching model.
It's not about copying, but it's about learning some useful ideas.
Not long after, everyone had arrived on the mountain.
The first thing that catches the eye is the neat and uniform square array on Shanmen Square.
Hundreds of gray-clothed outer disciples meticulously repeated basic boxing moves under the instructor's stern gaze and merciless whipping wind.
Every shout and every punch is like a hammer striking a casting, striving to remove all impurities and leave only the most standard form.
Ma Shou grinned at the sight. "Good guy, that's awesome."
Liu Sidao looked solemnly. "The foundation is solid."
He has good eyesight and can see the advantages of those Bright Moon Sect outer disciples at a glance.
After years of polishing the body, the foundation must be stronger than their three months.
Seeing the outer disciples polishing their bodies in unison, they couldn't say whether it was good or bad.
But what is different from the martial arts academy is that the outer disciples in the sect polish their bodies first. After they have polished their bodies enough, they are allowed to practice fists, feet, swords, and internal skills.
As for the Martial Arts Academy, they spend half a day on physical fitness in the morning, polishing the body, and half a day on skills and developing intelligence in the afternoon.
Across the square, the inner gate area is a different scene.
The white-robed disciples were scattered among the snow-capped mountains and pine forests, sitting cross-legged on the ice cliffs to absorb the cold air, or focusing on practicing a thousand times with one sword and one finger.
Their auras are more condensed, but their eyes are more aloof.
In response to the curious looks from Liu Sidao and others, most of them gave an indifferent glance, nodded slightly as a greeting, and immediately immersed themselves in their own cultivation.
Sun Xiaohu whispered, "They... don't seem to be willing to talk to others?"
Zhang Xiaohua looked at a senior sister who was dancing a sword on the ice lake with envy. Her figure was as graceful as a giant, and her sword light was as cold as frost. She was heart-wrenchingly beautiful, but also as distant as the snow on the top of the mountain.
"It's so beautiful!"
"Hey, don't be embarrassed."
"Oh."
Walking further inside, here is a martial arts arena.
On the martial arts field, a dozen of the Bright Moon Sect's outer disciples were already standing, all of them young men of thirteen, fourteen or five years old.
"My nephew smashed it."
Di Yunjie came close to Zhang Qingyuan and said with a smile, "They are all outer disciples who have been practicing in my Bright Moon Sect for one and a half years.
They are also Eighth-Grade Realm. Let's compare notes?
Let me also see the gap between three months of teaching in the martial arts academy and our traditional sects."
"Since my uncle has mentioned it, I have no choice but to obey."
"Be good."
Di Yunjie arranged a small-scale discussion, and Zhang Qingyuan agreed. All the students were very nervous.
Especially Zhang Xiaohua and the others are afraid that the dean will point out their fault.
Mainly because I have never fought anyone outside the academy.
While others practice for a year and a half, we only practice for three months.
Even if the three months of study at the martial arts academy is equivalent to two and a half years in a large sect.
But after all, it is about face, they are not afraid of death, they are afraid of embarrassing the college.
Zhang Qingyuan looked around and pointed at Ma Shou, "You go."
"Yes, Dean."
Ma Shou stepped forward, and the others behind him cheered him on.
"Brother Shou, be more energetic and don't lose points."
"Yes, you are the first and second best student in our college."
Ma Shou After listening, he puffed up his chest unconsciously and walked towards the martial arts field with big strides!
Bright Moon Sect is here, a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old, who is half a head taller than Ma Shou.
"His name is Xu Kun, and he is the leader among our group of outer sects."
Di Yunjie's voice was not loud, but it reached Ma Shou's ears.
But Ma Shou was not afraid at all, and the two stood together.
After holding each other's fists, Ma Shou said quietly, "Please."
"Be careful!"
Xu Kun put on his stance and rushed forward with a vigorous stride, as fast as an arrow leaving the string.
Against an outside sect leader, the opponent has a solid foundation and his moves are as rigorous as a textbook.
Ma Shou didn't dare to be careless, Nine Yang Internal Energy worked his whole body, and then kneaded together the body skills learned in the academy, basic fists and kicks, and even a bit of bravery and wildness that he had figured out himself.
After more than 30 moves, Ma Shou narrowly defeated Xu Kun with a tiger move that ripped out the heart.
Although he barely won, the teacher Bright Moon Sect on the side frowned, obviously not liking this unruly style of play.
Helping Xu Kun up, Ma Shou clasped his fists again, "I give in!"
Xu Kun said nothing, lowered his head and turned to step down.
Di Yunjie waved his hands to them, indicating that they should disperse.
He turned around and said to Zhang Qingyuan, "My nephew, the effect is remarkable."
Zhang Qingyuan chuckled, "Uncle, what are you talking about? It's just a fluke."
"Little Slippery, if you lose, you lose. We can't afford to lose. It's obvious that this kid doesn't even know a set of boxing techniques. He just got started and all he uses are moves and techniques.
And Xu Kun has been practicing for a year and a half.
I know two sets of boxing skills and two sets of swordsmanship, but I still lose."
Zhang Qingyuan shook his head, "It was indeed a fluke, mainly because Ma Shou's talent is so good.
He can put his skills to good use and show off his skills as he sees them.
If it were another person, he wouldn't be able to beat Xu Kun."
"Humph."
"This is the truth, uncle.
In a traditional sect, like our Bright Moon Sect, all the outer disciples are carefully polished, and it takes two or three years to practice. In summary, they must be stronger than those in our academy in three and a half months.
Not all students in the academy have talents similar to Ma Shou. Most students' understanding cannot be improved at all in three months.
Martial arts still have to take time to hone."
"Then those disciples who can't practice, aren't they delayed?" Di Yunjie asked.
"That's not true." Zhang Qingyuan explained, "After three months, we will let them practice internal skills. Those who have mastered internal skills and are not good at martial arts will have to go back to practice.
Our teacher made it clear what should be said and what should be said.
How to practice it depends on the students themselves."
"Yeah, that makes sense."
"To put it bluntly, traditional sects fall in love first and get married later.
In the martial arts academy, marriage comes first and love comes later."
Di Yunjie squinted his eyes and looked at him. Can you still explain it this way?
But it's quite appropriate.
This silent collision made Bright Moon Sect disciples faintly feel that these people from the Tianyang Martial Dao Academy seemed to have... a bit of a wild path, which should not be underestimated.
After leaving the martial arts arena, Di Yunjie took the ten little ones to the guest room. After making arrangements, Zhang Qingyuan was led to the sect master's hall.
The hall was empty and cold, and an old man in a moon-white robe stood with his hands behind his back. His beard and hair were like snow, his face was as gentle as jade, and his eyes were as deep as the stars. He was the Bright Moon Sect master, Second Rank grandmaster, and Ning Jixiang.
"Junior Zhang Qingyuan, please pay homage to Sect Leader Ning." Zhang Qingyuan bowed with great respect.
Ning Jixiang turned around with a gentle smile, "Qingyuan is here, sit down. Your master will be pleased to see your current state."
He raised his hand to indicate that there was a copy of "Bright Moon Daily" lying on the table, "You are the pioneer of this newspaper. Following your example, I, Bright Moon Sect, have made it much easier to communicate with the Northern Realm parties, and it has also allowed ordinary people to have a glimpse of martial arts. Good deeds."
Zhang Qingyuan took a look at the page in the newspaper. It was basically the same as Tianyang Daily. It was not in vain that Bright Moon Sect sent people to study with the Editorial Department.
"Sect Master Ning's false praise is just an attempt to circulate information."
"Circulation of information can also guide the trend of thought and unite people's hearts." Ning Jixiang's eyes were like a torch, and he touched lightly without any intention of exploring. He turned to say, "You mentioned in your letter that there is no distinction between education and distinction, and talents are not only judged by their bones. Just now, Yunjie also briefly talked about the experiences of your students. Qingyuan, the path you have taken is very different from our traditional sect."
"This junior just feels that martial arts should not have only one single-plank bridge.
The main thing is to give children from poor families a way out."
"Well," Ning Jixiang nodded slightly, showing his appreciation, "Traditional sects strive for refinement and purity, just like tempering a peerless sword. Only by concentrating resources can they create top combat power. This has been the way of survival for thousands of years.
And your academy seems to be a more fertile ground. It may seem chaotic, but it may breed more possibilities. You can think of opening technical subjects for those disciples who have mediocre qualifications and even cannot practice martial arts. This is benevolent and far-sighted."
He walked to the window, looked at the mist-shrouded snow peaks, and said slowly, "The rivers and lakes are not only the scenery on the top of the mountain, but also the lights of thousands of families below the mountain. The operation of the sect and the stability of one side are inseparable from the craftsmanship. You can see this and are willing to work hard for it, and the pattern has been opened. I am very curious, what kind of new path can you, Tianyang Martial Dao Academy, finally take."
These words were undoubtedly a high level of recognition and encouragement. Zhang Qingyuan was moved in his heart and solemnly said, "Thank you, Sect Master Ning, for your understanding and encouragement!"
"Little devil, although I still remember when you wrote about me in the white paper, you are a person that suits me very well."
How petty is this? I have forgotten about it, but he still remembers it?
Zhang Qingyuan leaned forward and said, "Thank you, Grandpa Ning, for the compliment."
When people call me Little Ghost Head, they obviously want to get closer. If I call them Sect Master Ning again, I would be ignorant.
Ning Jixiang turned around, with hope in his eyes, "If you encounter difficulties in Yu Province, Bright Moon Sect can support you."
"Thank you so much. Let's do an exclusive interview. The newspapers will be very popular tomorrow!"
"Huh?" Ning Jixiang was stunned.
I'm talking to you, are you still thinking about the newspaper?
"It's not impossible."