Conferred Gods: Master Tongtian is my master

Chapter 268: 'Poisonous Tongue' Zhao Gongming

At the foot of Jiameng Pass, dust was flying and the flags of the Zhou army were fluttering in the wind.

This was in stark contrast to the flags of the Shang Dynasty on the city wall. The two armies were confronting each other in a solemn and tense atmosphere.

At this moment, Jade Ding Zhenren saw Zhao Gongming's figure on the city wall at a glance, which made him feel a chill in his heart.

He didn't expect Zhao Gongming to come here, and it seemed that he would come to help the Shang Dynasty and stop the Zhou army from attacking the Shang Dynasty.

You know, Zhao Gongming's strength should not be underestimated.

Back then, when the disciples of the three religions were competing, Zhao Gongming alone overwhelmed many of the twelve golden immortals of the Chan religion, including Jade Ding Zhenren himself.

Therefore, the moment he saw Zhao Gongming, he felt inexplicably pressured in his heart.

However, since Jade Ding Zhenren has already arrived at the foot of Jiameng Pass, there is no reason for him to leave.

On this side, Zhao Gongming also saw at a glance that Jade Ding Zhenren was in the Zhou army camp.

He also knew that Luoshu's purpose in inviting him here was naturally to stop the people of the Chan sect in the Zhou army camp.

Therefore, when Zhao Gongming saw Jade Ding Zhenren across from him, he felt relieved and thought to himself:

"This Jade Ding Master was once defeated by me. He couldn't even last twenty moves before."

"Even if we haven't fought for several years, his cultivation may have improved. However, I haven't stood still in these years."

“So, if I really fight with Jade Ding Zhenren at this moment, I will definitely defeat him easily!”

After a while, Jade Ding Zhenren, dressed in flowing Taoist robes and with eyes as sharp as an eagle, slowly took a few steps forward. His voice was steady and powerful, penetrating the noisy battlefield and reaching the top of the city wall.

Jade Ding Zhenren raised a faint smile, his words were both polite and sharp:

"Fellow Daoist Gongming, I haven't seen you for several years, but you are still as charming as ever. I never expected that you and I would meet again here today. It seems that we are destined to meet again."

"I just don't know what is the purpose of Daoist Gongming coming here?"

After saying this, Jade Ding Zhenren's tone inadvertently revealed a hint of inquiry, as if he was testing him.

When Zhao Gongming heard this, the light in his eyes became even brighter, and he laughed, with a bit of heroism and unruliness in his laughter.

He waved his sleeves, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and replied:

"Fellow Daoist Yu Ding, I didn't expect to see you here. But since I, Zhao Gongming, have been invited, how can I not come?"

"What about you, fellow Taoist? Why are you here? And you are in the Zhou army camp."

Upon hearing this, Master Yu Ding's eyes flashed with solemnity. After hesitating for a moment, he slowly said:

"I was naturally invited here, but this is not the most important reason."

He paused, his voice slightly lowered, and continued:

"Qingmu, a disciple of mine, was killed here a few days ago."

At this point, Jade Ding Zhenren's voice trembled slightly, and it was obvious that his heart was filled with unspeakable grief and anger.

"So, I came here to find the person who killed my disciple and avenge my disciple Qingmu!"

When Zhao Gongming heard this, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He didn't expect that Jade Ding Zhenren's direct disciple would die again. No wonder he was so angry.

You know, in the ancient times, the relationship between master and disciple is not as simple as changing the names.

Rather, if one prospers, all prosper; if one suffers, all suffer. A disciple can influence the fortune of the master.

Yang Jian, who was standing by, saw the surprise in Zhao Gongming's eyes and sent a message to him:

"Uncle Master, Qingmu, the disciple of Jade Ding Zhenren, committed suicide after being defeated by my disciple."

"Originally, I wanted to let him go, but he... he was too proud and arrogant to show weakness. He raised his sword and fell, and died."

After saying this, Yang Jian looked at Zhao Gongming with a slightly guilty look.

Because his master Luo Shu repeatedly warned him not to tell others the specific reasons for Qingmu's death to prevent any changes.

Therefore, Yang Jian could only make up a story and give this reason on his own.

Zhao Gongming heard this, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes again. He turned to look at Yang Jian and said bluntly:

"Does this disciple of Jade Ding Zhenren have such a bad mentality? He committed suicide after being defeated by you?"

Yang Jian touched his nose and said respectfully:

"I don't know much about this disciple, but Qingmu did commit suicide by swinging his sword in front of the disciple."

"I see. It seems that Qingmu really didn't receive the true teachings of Jade Ding Zhenren at all."

"You know, when I was fighting with Jade Ding Zhenren, I beat him up and down, but he remained calm and composed."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Gongming glanced at Jade Ding Zhenren arrogantly.

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian's mouth twitched and he said to himself:

"Master uncle really knows how to use words. I really can't imagine how Jade Ding Zhenren jumps up and down."

After thinking about it, Yang Jian turned around and looked at the immortal Jade Ding Zhenren under the city.

For some reason, he suddenly had a picture of Jade Ding Zhenren jumping up and down in his mind. The picture was so beautiful that he couldn't bear to look at it.

Seeing this, Zhao Gongming patted Yang Jian on the shoulder and said bluntly:

"What are you thinking about? You look so absorbed."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian replied, "Master, I didn't think about anything, I just lost my mind all of a sudden."

After saying this, Yang Jian didn't dare to think about it anymore. He shook his head gently, trying to get rid of the images in his mind.

At this moment, Jade Ding Zhenren's eyes, which were sharp as a knife, could not hide a hint of barely perceptible anger.

He frowned slightly, his eyes as sharp as torches, fixed on Zhao Gongming on the city wall, who was ignoring him.

Jade Ding Zhenren saw Zhao Gongming and the young general beside him, talking and laughing about something, and the scene was extremely glaring.

"Humph, how dare Zhao Gongming treat me so lightly!"

Jade Ding Zhenren snorted inwardly. As a disciple of the saint, when had he ever been looked down upon like this?

"Fellow Daoist Gongming, I have nothing more to say. I just want to ask, who killed my disciple?"

Master Yu Ding suppressed the anger in his heart, took a deep breath, and asked softly.

When Zhao Gongming heard Jade Ding Zhenren's voice, he ended his conversation with Yang Jian, lowered his head and looked down at Jade Ding Zhenren, and said slowly:

"Fellow Daoist Yu Ding, I just asked, your disciple Qingmu was not killed by others, but committed suicide."

"What? Impossible. I know Qingmu's temperament very well. How could he commit suicide?"

Jade Ding Zhenren's emotions were somewhat out of control. He took a step forward and stared at Zhao Gongming with a sharp gaze, "Someone must have killed Qingmu and buried the truth."

Seeing this, Zhao Gongming frowned slightly and continued:

"How can I deceive you? Your disciple may be very talented, but he is still young and arrogant after all."

"It's not surprising that someone committed suicide because he couldn't stand the defeat."

When Jade Ding Zhenren heard this, he naturally did not believe it at all. He had heard it with his own ears from the soldiers who had escaped back to the Zhou army camp.

His apprentice Qingmu was killed by Yang Jian.

Jade Ding Zhenren felt sorry for Yang Jian. It was a pity that someone else had taken his destined disciple away first.