Chapter 161 Robin

Linghu Chong felt Bateman's cold-as-a-dagger gaze and the disbelieving eyes of his master behind him. His face became paler and his back sank inexplicably.

"..."

He was silent for a long time, his palms trembling slightly, and he could hardly hold the sword in his hand.

Suddenly, he raised his sword-shaped eyebrows and thin-lipped face, and said in a trembling voice: "Junior is not convinced!"

Bateman raised his eyebrows, "Oh?"

“The younger generation’s criterion for judging the elders should be to judge good deeds and ignore their intentions.

As long as you can do good deeds, no matter whether you are ambitious, seeking fame, or doing it casually,

All good.

When judging evil, one should only judge the heart without regard to the traces.

Mr. Mo Da and Taoist Chongxu also hate this chaotic world where good and evil are reversed, and they also hate insidious villains like Zuo Lengchan and Yu Canghai.

They had no strength and could not kill Zuo Lengchan and Yu Canghai in order to protect themselves, so they had no choice but to sit back and watch, doing some small kindnesses.

Even so it would not be considered evil.

Since Mr. Mo Da and others watched Zuo Lengchan's evil deeds without interfering, they would not be considered evil.

So why would the younger generation be considered evil if they didn’t yell to kill Tian Boguang? "

"Chong'er is impudent!"

Yue Buqun heard this from behind and was so angry that he couldn't help scolding him: "What kind of person is Mr. Mo Da? How can it be your turn to judge and accuse him? Why don't you kneel down to apologize to Mr. Bai!"

"Master..."

Linghu Chong looked back at Yue Buqun, who was also his teacher and father, and said sadly: "My master and my wife raised me, taught me swordsmanship, and taught me martial arts. Parents are not better than their parents. Chong'er dare not disrespect his master and his wife.

But today, this disciple... really doesn't know where his mistake is. "

"hehe..."

Bateman smiled softly, looked at the sad, angry and stubborn Linghu Chong and said, "Young Master Linghu, do you think I am targeting you?"

"Junior dare not..."

"Yes,

Just targeted. "

Bateman waved his hand and said coldly: "Whether you say I take the moral high ground or you say I have double standards, I just hate evil people, and I also hate people like you who have no power and claim to be heroes but indulge in evil deeds.

Deep down in your heart, you feel that killing Tian Boguang or not killing Tian Boguang is not your business or your responsibility, so you can happily chat with Tian Boguang over wine.

But have you ever thought that you have the title of Huashan Young Hero and enjoy the many benefits that this title brings?

When you are walking in the rivers and lakes,

The inn heard that you are a young hero from Huashan and a disciple of Yue Buqun. They will respectfully prepare a good guest room for you and reduce the room fee.

When other famous disciples hear that you are a young hero from Huashan, they will respectfully invite you to join them on the journey.

The people around Mount Hua, and even further afield, trust Yue Buqun, and trust you under Yue Buqun’s teachings.

They provided money, silk and incense to the Huashan Sect,

To strengthen the momentum of Huashan Sect,

Promote the reputation of Huashan Sect,

All converted into your intangible assets.

Otherwise, do you think you can be so chic and be treated with courtesy and respect no matter where you go?

Can everyone have drinking buddies and fans? "

Linghu Chong was silent after hearing this. He didn't quite understand what fans were, but he could understand what Bateman meant.

"While you are enjoying the many benefits brought by the reputation of a young hero, you are also disgusted with the many expectations that the world has placed on you.

While you are reluctant to part with the powerful martial arts taught by your master, you are also disgusted with the moral restraint your master has placed on you, pursuing your own freedom and individuality. "

Bateman said calmly: "Don't you think that you also have double standards, are shameless, and are hypocritical?

If you really think that killing or not killing Tian Boguang has nothing to do with you and is not your responsibility,

Then, I will not force you to kill him..."

He raised his arm and snapped his fingers casually.

I saw a black shadow flying rapidly in the sky, swooping down, and landing on the ring with a thud.

When the smoke cleared, a man wearing sack clothes made of straw appeared on the ring.

"This is the seventh member of the Justice League, Scarecrow."

Bateman introduced coldly: "And the person under his feet is..."

Tian Boguang.

Without Batman's explanation, Linghu Chong, who was in a daze, recognized the familiar-looking monk at the foot of the scarecrow.

"Brother Linghu..."

Tian Boguang, or the monk who had changed his name and whose monastic name was "Have no Absence", raised his head in confusion and saw the most proud confidant he had ever made in his life, his face was as pale as a sheet of paper.

Not long ago, he was eating fast and chanting Buddha in the Hengshan sect. Suddenly, he was kidnapped by a man in strange clothes who called himself a scarecrow and threw him in the ring.

His face was pale, not because he was among the martial arts heroes and worried that he would be cut into pieces due to his past crimes.

Rather, he is worried that his identity will cause the Hengshan sect that adopted him and Linghu Chong, who he befriended, to be attacked by a group of people.

tread!

The scarecrow stepped on Tian Boguang's back, causing the latter to vomit out a large amount of blood with a "ho" sound.

Linghu Chong subconsciously wanted to step forward to save his friend and confidant, but suddenly thought of his own identity, he forcibly stopped and just looked at Scarecrow and Bateman with grief and anger.

"Young Master Linghu, since you are unwilling to kill Tian Boguang,

Then Tian Boguang's life and death has nothing to do with you. "

Bateman grinned, squatted down, took out a knife from under his cloak, and slowly cut Tian Boguang's skin.

Tear.

Tear.

The muscles on Tian Boguang's face were cut off in bunches. This former flower-picking thief is now a Buddhist monk.

At first, he tried to force himself, but the severe pain overwhelmed everything, causing him to let out a scream that was inhuman.

Linghu Chong watched this scene happen, his facial features twisted and trembling, his hands clenched tightly,

The restless and noisy martial arts people in the audience were also shocked and stood there without daring to move.

Bateman moved the knife very slowly, ensuring that Tian Boguang would not die easily, but also allowing him to experience the greatest degree of pain.

While greeting Tian Boguang, he said calmly to Linghu Chong: "Your Excellency is a heroic young knight who reaches the sky, a free and heroic knight who is free from any constraints.

Young Master Linghu, you don’t care about the world’s opinions, but you still want to make friends with your close friend Tian Boguang.

And after the latter became a monk and reformed,

I feel sincerely happy and send my blessings silently.

He was castrated, became a monk, and never got involved with women.

Tian Boguang's fate was reasonable in Linghu Shaoxia's heart.

It is even reasonable in the minds of many people in the martial arts world.

There has always been this kind of rule in the world. No matter what mistakes you make or how many people you kill, as long as you go to Shaolin and become a monk, you will never care about worldly affairs.

Past sins can be wiped away.

Even if you don't become a monk, you just need to live in seclusion and never set foot in the martial arts world again, and you can write off your sins. No one will object to this.

Because, in this world, in the moral values ​​of the vast majority of people in this world,

Ordinary people without martial arts are not considered human beings.

Not even as good as a pig or a dog. "

Bateman's eyes recovered from their out-of-focus state and said slowly: "It's just that it's always been like this, right?

Ordinary people without martial arts are not considered human beings. They have no emotions and cannot receive justice.

Only those who have martial arts are considered individuals, only those who have feelings and righteousness, and only then can they get justice..."

Linghu Chong looked at Tian Boguang, who was completely naked and covered in blood under Bateman's knife. He thought of the blessings he had silently given to him after he became a monk, and he couldn't help but feel sad and angry.

Boom!

He knelt down heavily on his knees, kowtowed to Bateman, and said plaintively: "Linghu Chong is willing to sacrifice all his martial arts skills to please give Tian Boguang a happy life."

"happy?"

Bateman tilted his head, glanced at Tian Boguang, who had his skin stripped off, and said calmly: "When he was walking around, picking flowers and doing evil,

Have you ever listened to the pleas of those women? "

Bateman casually took it out from under his cloak, took out another pill, threw it into Tian Boguang's mouth, and forced the latter to eat it.

As soon as Tian Boguang took the elixir, he felt a warm current rushing through his body. His body was itchy and unbearable, and his bloody body suddenly grew skin again.

But there was no joy on Tian Boguang's face, only great fear.

"Skin it off again."

Bateman said softly: "In the past ten years, you have picked flowers one thousand three hundred and ninety-four times, so I will skin you one thousand three hundred and ninety-four times and let you die.

Time is still very long. "

When Tian Boguang heard this, his body began to tremble wildly, tears streaming down his face, and his head hit the masonry floor of the arena.

The expression on Linghu Chong's face changed several times. He wanted to rush forward to save Tian Boguang, but if it didn't work, he would kill Tian Boguang to save his drinking friend and confidant from the pain of being skinned.

However, Scarecrow and other members of the Justice League have extremely profound internal fluctuations.

As well as the looks from the fellow disciples behind him, he couldn't lift his legs no matter what.

He rushed forward, and it was more likely that he would die.

And the master behind him...

The master and his wife who treated him like a disciple and a son,

What kind of horrific revenge will the junior brothers and sisters who respect him like a brother suffer after the incident?

Linghu Chong didn't dare to move, and couldn't move either.

He made eye contact with Tian Boguang, who was lying on the ring and looking at him pleadingly, but in the end he was still unable to make any move.

Tian Boguang, as if he had realized something, slowly turned his head away from Linghu Chong and silently endured the peeling.

"senior..."

Linghu Chong's voice was choked with sobs as he said, "What exactly should I do so that you can let Tian Boguang die quickly?"

"Oh? Didn't you just say that Tian Boguang's life and death has nothing to do with you?

Don’t you have any obligation or responsibility to interfere? "

Bateman said jokingly: "Why do you want to come to uphold justice at this time?"

Linghu Chong was speechless and could only kowtow heavily on the ground.

"Haha, that's fine."

Bateman shook his head, "You rejected the offer to kill Tian Boguang before.

Then there is only one last way left to go.

I will abolish your martial arts and let you, as an ordinary person without martial arts, go find all the women who have been harmed by Tian Boguang.

Let you compensate and rescue them.

If you can persist, then I can give Tian Boguang a happy life, and it may not be impossible to even let him live. "

"..."

Linghu Chong's mouth opened. He looked at his confidant lying on the ring suffering, and wanted to accept it directly.

But his reason stopped him.

How difficult and terrifying is it to find those women who were harmed by Tian Boguang and compensate and rescue them?

In the process, he had to endure tremendous humiliation and abuse from the victim and the victim’s family.

Beaten, besieged,

Even starting from scratch, working hard bit by bit, earning an astronomical amount of compensation from scratch...

Not to mention, there are many victims who are no longer alive. After all the hard work to find them, they may only find a solitary grave.

Linghu Chong's face turned extremely pale.

He yearns for freedom and individuality, and wants to be a carefree hermit who doesn't care about anything and is not attached to anything.

Devote all your time to atonement,

Such a terrifying and bleak life is definitely not what he wants.

Therefore, he chose the simpler method.

Zheng——

Linghu Chong raised his sword, placed it across the front of his neck, and cut it hard.

Since you don’t want your close friend to suffer and you are unwilling to bear your close friend’s fault,

Then the only option left for him is to draw his sword and kill himself.

"Ren Yingying, Lan Phoenix."

Suddenly, Bateman announced two names, interrupting Linghu Chong's act of committing suicide.

"At this time, my other partners from the Justice League have arrived at the location of the Sun Moon God Sect, the Five Poison Sect, and other gangsters."

Bateman said slowly: "Like me, they also carry benevolent objects in their hands, as well as mines facing the enemy.

Xiang Wentian, Dongfang Bubai, Six Immortals of Peach Valley, Green Bamboo Weng, Yang Lianting, Four Friends of Jiangnan...

Everyone will be judged and sanctioned fairly and consistently.

No matter if you are male or female, old or young,

Is it a person with high martial arts skills or a low level of martial arts skills?

Even including the government, the imperial court, and the royal palace.

Those among them who truly do evil and take pleasure in doing evil will be punished like Tian Boguang.

It’s no longer like before, just put on the monk’s robe and forget about it.

Since in this world, ordinary people are not considered human beings, only heroes are considered human beings.

Then it's up to me, us, the Justice League, to make ordinary people human.

Under our supervision and watch,

Some crimes will have no escape,

Some justice will be served.

We will be everywhere,

Mountain forests, swamps, capitals, villages, snowy mountains, wilderness...

If you raise your head three feet high, there will be a god.

Under the absolute power, absolute supervision and control of the Justice League, martial arts will no longer be a tool for you to compete for fame and fortune, but a prop to improve the living conditions of the vast majority of the people.

Farming, mining, logging, construction, forging, transportation...

Ordinary people who learn martial arts can actually improve their lives, instead of relying on the ethereal knights wandering around the world.

Martial arts belong to the people, power belongs to the people,

In this process, those of you who relied on force to become superiors,

will hate us, spurn us, curse us,

Because we are not your heroes,

We are a group of silent guards, a group of vigilant protectors, a group of knights in the dark. "

After that, Bateman put down Tian Boguang, who was completely naked, and handed him over to the clown to continue Ling Chi.

Bateman himself walked up to Linghu Chong, who was kneeling on the ground, unable to commit suicide, and spread his palm, revealing a flesh-colored gemstone chip in his palm.

Linghu Chong said: "This is..."

"You can understand it as the proof of the Dark Knight."

Bateman said calmly: "You are going to kill yourself anyway, why not try wearing a chip.

Maybe it can give you a new future. "

"..."

Linghu Chong was silent for a long time, then slowly picked up the chip from Bateman's hand and put it on his forehead.

From then on, there was one less Linghu Chong in the world.

There is one more man wearing a red and green cloak who follows Bateman all the time and accompanies Bateman in carrying out justice in the dark.

He has a new name, Robin.