234 Would I Tell Lies II (2/2)
Mo Shanshan slowly stood up, without any trace of emotion on her clear and indifferent face, while her red and thin lips were compressed into a straight line. She seemed particularly staunch, which was a sharp contrast from her soft black hair.
Her dress flowed down like running water. She stood there looking up at those bigwigs and shaking her head, she said quietly,”Priest, I can't accept this result.”
Many people in the tent kept their eyes on her, wondering what she would say. According to the rumors about the character of the Calligraphy Addict, people were not that worried. However, they did not expect that the Calligraphy Addict in the rumors was very different from the real Calligraphy Addict in front of them. Her response was so simple and ruthless.
There was no emotional debate nor angry accusation. From the beginning of the meeting, she had been silent. Not until the Divine Hall finally gave a conclusion, did she open her mouth and say that she would not accept the result.
If she did not accept it, then it would be considered that all the previous things did not happen at all.
The Priest's expression changed a bit. He slightly leaned forward to watch Mo Shanshan who was sitting nearby. His snow-white hair slowly released a flash of coercion. He had been waiting for the Calligraphy Addict to reveal her attitude. However, she did not give her view until all the parties came to the final conclusion. He regarded it as a provocation against the dignity of the Divine Hall.
”Hill Master, I'm always respectful to you, and I really want to know what your attitude is.”
Mo Shanshan stared quietly at the Priest and bowed to him, saying, ”My attitude is I won't accept the result. Such an unfair result, neither my master nor I will accept it.”
”There's no need to mention the Master of Calligrapher, even if he's present today, the results would still be the same.”
Quni Madi stared at her white cheeks with indifferent eyes, and asked in a gloomy tone, ”Since Hill Master does not accept the result, does that mean that you think that the Divine Hall and I are unjust in this matter?”
Old, shrewd and shameless, what an Aunt she was. She was a noble precedented cultivator herself, but twice today she made no room for conversation. Her gloomy words were like a cold sword penetrating directly into their hearts.
Everyone in the tent knew the Calligraphy Addict's elegant and simple personality. Although her previous performance had surprised everyone, they all thought that she would remain silent as Aunt Quni Madi mentioned the Divine Hall in front of her.
However, the Calligraphy Addict surprised everyone once again today.
Mo Shanshan looked blankly at the old lady, saying quietly, ”You treat us unfairly indeed.”
The sound of deep breathing was heard in the tent.
The Priest looked quietly at her and said, ”Hill Master, you can't blame the Divine Hall for being unjust without any evidence. I don't want to send a letter to Mogan Mountain. Please be cautious.”
Mo Shanshan's eyebrows gently trembled, looking languishingly at the distance and she said, ”What I don't understand is why the words of fellows of the Black Ink Garden and I can't be used as evidence, yet the same does not apply for them?”
Silence prevailed in the tent. The Calligraphy Addict's remarks pointed directly at other people's hearts and indicated the most fundamental issue of this matter today. However, whether remarks could become evidence or not had nothing to do with the degree of credibility, but it was about the people who made the remarks. The effectiveness of the remarks of the rich and the poor in the courtroom was different. Things always happened that way. What could she do?
Quni Madi suddenly laughed in a hoarse and old voice. When her laughter gradually faded, she looked at Mo Shanshan who was not far away, saying with contempt and sarcasm, ”Who in the world, will believe that I, Quni Madi, will tell lies?”
It was not who would believe it, but who dared to believe it.
After a moment of silence, the Priest looked at the disciples from various countries in the tent and then asked, ”Does anyone know where the Horse Gangs come from? Were there any sectarian disciples passing the meadow that day?”
No one replied, because there were actually no other cultivators passing through the meadow on that day. As for those Horse Gangs, some members might have escaped, but how could they be found now out in the vast Wilderness?
Mo Shanshan lowered her head in the quiet tent, staring at the tip of her shoes peeping out from her skirt. She remained silent for a long time, thinking of the words that someone once said to her in the carriage, the words about the story between a tiger and a rabbit, and between two tigers.
”I can accept the punishment of the Divine Hall, but I can't accept the commander's previous account that disciples of the Black Ink Garden are faint-hearted and cowards, and that they even fear to confront the Horse Gangs.”
”I've always wondered how I can prove my courage and ability.”
Her fingertips gently swept to Zhuo Zhihua's waist and took out a small sword. She gazed blankly at the commander of the cavalryman of Divine Hall who was called Chen Bachi, saying, ”Although you're also a cultivator in the Seethrough state, I won't bother to challenge you since you're not eligible. Thus, you don't have to worry.”
Mo Shanshan slightly turned her sight, which fell on Quni Madi's ugly old face that was like a dry field. She then said calmly, ”I'm Mo Shanshan, a disciple of the Black Ink Garden. Please school me.”
Following which, she placed the little sword across her palm with the blade facing downwards. She exerted pressure on her wrist and was ready to cut it open.
”Hold on!”
The Priest and General Shu were really startled. They both stood up to stop her.
The Great River was deeply influenced by the Tang style. Even in a duel, it still used the rules of Chang'an City. To cut sleeves was to invite someone to join the duel, while to cut the palm was to fight to death!
The response of other people in the tent was slower than that of the two bigwigs. Yet after they became aware of the intention of her action, they were all shocked and stood up collectively to the sound of falling chairs.
Mo Shanshan issued a duel invitation to Aunt Quni Madi, a deathmatch!
As everyone knew, Mo Shanshan was one of the most three famous Addicts among the cultivators of the younger generation, a master at the Seethrough state. However, the name of the so-called ”Three Addicts” was related to appearances of the three women, in addition to the cultivation states. Yet the person she was challenging today was a top hand of the Buddhism Sect, Aunt Quni Madi, who had been long-established.
Even though she was a Calligraphy Addict, no one was optimistic about her ability to overcome the predecessor who had possessed the forceful cultivation for decades.
Therefore, all people thought that the Calligraphy Addict was incredibly beautiful because of her will today. This kind of beauty was even more thrilling.
Quni Madi looked coldly at the younger generation. She then slowly stood up with her skinny hands that were like an old tree being supported by the armchair.
The Priest of the Revelation Department stared at Mo Shanshan, and furiously reprimanded her, ”What're you doing! Put away the knife now!”
Mo Shanshan acted like she hadn't heard what he had said. Her right hand held the hilt more tightly.
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A chaotic noise was heard outside the tent.
The drapery of the tent was lifted, and Ning Que came in leading the Big Black Horse. What he saw was the scene where Mo Shanshan was gripping a knife in her palm. He was so surprised and anxious that he angrily shouted, ignoring so many people in the tent, ”What're you doing! Put down the knife.”
Mo Shanshan looked at him in the distance, and slowly put down the knife in her hand. She then whispered, ”Other than this method, I can't think of any other way to wipe away the humiliation of my dead fellows. They're dead and can no longer speak. However, no one seems to care about them.”
There was no expression on her face. She was so calm as if she was talking about other people's petty affairs.
However, in the eyes of Ning Que, the young girl standing lonely over there was obviously fragile and sad.
Only he could see her fragile sadness.
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People then looked following Mo Shanshan's eyesight towards the drapery of the tent.
Their glances at Ning Que were full of curiosity and surprise. The Priest of the Revelation Department could not stop the Calligraphy Addict, but what he said was exactly the same thing as the big Priest. Hence, the Calligraphy Addict obediently put away her knife.
Next, people in the tent noticed the trust in the quiet eyes of the Calligraphy Addict, and the reliance hidden in the bright eyes of girls of the Great River Kingdom. At this moment, they finally found that these girls had been accustomed to pinning their hope on this young man. Thus, they could not help feeling more confused.
Seeing the Big Black Horse that Ning Que was leading and remembering those pictures on the horse race tracks in the meeting yesterday, they were shocked and speechless. They were all wondering who this young man was?