"This is too infuriating. The Huashan Sect has gone too far. They don't even care about the number one sect in the world.”
"This time, the Huashan Sect's Sect Leader Fuyao Zi (Xianyu Tong's previous Sect Leader is not recorded, fabricated in this book.）"When our only daughter gets married, we've sent invitations to all the sects, but we didn't send an invitation to our Beggar's Sect.”
"Forget about that. We understand their negligence. We came all the way here to congratulate them with good intentions, but they refused to let us in. They didn't even let us in.”
"Elder, you have to get back at us. Otherwise, we won't be able to swallow this.”
A few younger beggars kept complaining to an old man walking in front.
This old man carried nine bags on his back. He was actually a Nine Bags Elder whose status in Beggar's Sect was only second to the Sect Leader.
The old man looked tired and didn't say a word as he continued on his journey. It was as if he turned a deaf ear to the complaints of his disciples.
Suddenly, the old man stopped and looked ahead with a solemn expression.
They saw a figure approaching them quickly. His lightness skill was beyond their imagination.
"I'm Dongfang Bai, the Beggar's Sect's Eight-armed Divine Sword. Who's in front?”The old man asked the figure standing three meters in front of him in a vigorous voice. If the person had bad intentions, his name as the Eight-armed Divine Sword would be enough to intimidate him.
The Beggar's Sect members tightened their grip on the sticks in their hands, their expressions alert. They did not know who was the enemy or friend, so there might be a fierce battle.
The figure didn't answer. He lit a torch slowly, revealing a golden-haired face with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth."Don't be nervous. I'm here to help you.”
"Help us, we don't need help. You should leave quickly, or else the rod in my hand won't show mercy.”Dongfang Bai said with a dark face. He had been in the martial world for decades and knew very well that there was no such thing as a free lunch in the world. When someone came to help you, it was usually the time to cheat you.
"Hehe, look at your disciples. They probably haven't eaten for a day or two, and they still say that they don't need help.”Xie Xun was not angry. He continued to maintain a faint smile. He threw a large bag of dry food in front of the group of beggars and said,"Eat your fill first. After that, we'll talk about the cooperation.”
Dongfang Bai's body was slightly stunned, and then his chest was filled with anger. He was the head of the four great elders of Beggar's Sect, but anyone could taunt him like this. How could he tolerate this?
"Everyone, surround him!”Dongfang Bai shouted.
However, there was no movement for a long time. Dongfang Bai turned around and was furious. His disciples had actually gone to fight for food one by one.
These Beggar's Sect disciples were indeed hungry. They were martial artists, so how could they eat their fill by begging?
Dongfang Bai opened his mouth and wanted to say something to reprimand him, but the words were stuck in his throat.
Dongfang Bai let out a long sigh. As the leader of the four elders of Beggar's Sect, he had actually fallen to such a state today. It really made him confused and distressed.
In Beggar's Sect, apart from his identity as the leader of the Four Great Elders, he also had another identity, which was the leader of Beggar's Sect's Dirty Clothes Sect.
The Dirty Clothes Sect advocated wearing shabby clothes and living a hard life of asceticism. Unlike the Pure Clothes Sect's bright clothes, the Dirty Clothes Sect believed that since one was a beggar, one should act like one. One should not live a life of luxurious clothes and food while calling oneself a beggar.
However, reality was cruel. When Beggar's Sect was strong, the days of the Dirty Clothes Sect were still good. Beggar's Sect did not fall behind, but the days of the Dirty Clothes Sect became worse and worse. No matter where they went, they were not welcomed.
Even the disciples of the Pure Clothes Sect from Beggar's Sect mocked them, and the two gangs even fought over it.
On one side, he would be able to live in luxury, while on the other side, he would be looked down upon. Anyone would know what to choose.
As time passed, the number of people in the Dirty Clothes Sect became fewer and fewer, leaving behind only beggars who had no one to rely on.
As for the disciples with strong martial arts, more and more of them had joined the Pure Clothes Sect. The only ones left in the Pure Clothes Sect were either his disciples or had received his favor.
If it weren't for the fact that the days were getting more and more difficult, he wouldn't have taken advantage of the Huashan Sect's sect master's daughter's wedding day to shamelessly come over to have a meal. Unfortunately, they didn't even have an invitation and were directly stopped at the foot of Huashan.
Originally, with his reputation as the Eight-armed Divine Sword, as long as he joined the Pure Clothes Sect, his life would definitely not be so difficult.
However, he could not do it. Every time he wanted to give up and join Pure Clothes Sect, he would remember what the previous leader of Beggar's Sect, Dirty Clothes Sect, had said when he handed the heavy responsibility to him.
"If all the disciples of Beggar's Sect are not beggars, is Beggar's Sect still Beggar's Sect?”
He would also never forget the oath he had made when he heard this: "I will use my entire life to protect the Filthy Clothes Sect and pass on the spirit of the Filthy Clothes Sect from generation to generation.”
It could be said that all the Beggar's Sect disciples could join the Pure Clothes Sect, but Dongfang Bai could not. Even he himself had realized that there was a problem with the way the Filthy Clothes Sect lived.
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