And this young man actually called Su Jing stupid in front of him!
He was afraid that he didn't want this pretty little face anymore.
"I know, let's go down the mountain."
Who knows!
A scene that made everyone take a breath of cold air happened.
Su Jing, who never knew when to hit someone, just frowned slightly, and then agreed very submissively.
It was like seeing a ghost!
This young man is clearly just a second-grade seeker of Taoism, a practitioner who is extremely weak.
Even if the Taixuan Sect recruits disciples like him, no one knows how many will be eliminated every year.
Wen Yu's face showed a hint of warmth and anger that could not be concealed. He felt that he was ignored and humiliated by the little person in front of him.
"stop!"
Wen Yu scolded, the sound was so loud that many disciples on the spiritual platform were startled.
This was the first time they had seen their senior brother speak so loudly and he was obviously angry.
Even Su Jing looked back at him curiously, feeling inexplicably happy.
Because he suddenly discovered that Bai Lian was so powerful, and a simple sentence could actually make Wen Yu so angry that he even lost his grace.
In the past, he was the only one who was so angry and yelled.
Now it's the other way around.
"Is something wrong?" Balian stopped and looked at him.
Wen Yu's expression froze again, and then he said with a cold face: "You are ignorant, I will give you another chance, kneel down, kowtow to me, and call me senior brother!"
After saying that, he put away the warm and angry look on his face, pretending not to care and flicked off the non-existent dust on his sleeves.
He said calmly: "I am an inner disciple, and I am responsible for the matters related to the new disciples joining the sect. Since you are a new disciple, you should come to me first to report and receive today's homework assignments.
Why are you so lazy? He only knows how to use opportunism to please the son of the sect master, which really brings shame to us Taixuan disciples! "
Su Jing's face wrinkled with anger, and he clenched his fists as if he was going to hit someone with a fierce expression.
Wen Yu could see all the changes in Su Jing's expression. He was not afraid that he would not be angry, but that he would just leave without being angry.
He knew in his heart that Su Jingtian was not afraid of anything but that the sect leader would punish him by copying books. That would make him more uncomfortable and aggrieved than just beating Su Jing with a stick.
He also knew that every time Su Jing got angry and hit someone, the sect leader would punish him by copying books.
Therefore, today, he rarely met Su Jing, and he really wanted to tease Su Jing.
Wen Yu chuckled, stepped forward, patted Su Jing on the shoulder, and said, "Are you planning to hit someone again? As a senior brother, I won't be as knowledgeable as you, fight with you, and receive a punch from you. It doesn't matter if you have two feet, but if you do this, I'm afraid the sect leader will have to punish you to copy books again."
He thought he would be able to see Su Jing's unwilling expression, but he never thought that when he saw Su Jing smile coldly, the ferocity in his eyes not only increased but also contained a hint of excitement.
Su Jing broke away the annoying palm on his shoulder, raised his fist, and punched out with no fancy.
Wen Yu looked stunned, obviously unable to react, but Su Jing was born with supernatural power, and his strength was not inferior to him. The punch was extremely fast, and his fist had already touched the tip of his nose before the wind of the punch sounded.
Even if he had prepared in advance, he might not be able to avoid this punch.
In the quiet morning, I could clearly recall a heavy muffled sound in the mountains. The muffled sound was mixed with the sour sound of broken nose bones.
Wen Yu felt a sharp pain on her face, her vision went dark, and she flew backwards into the weeds full of morning dew in a state of embarrassment.
"Ah! Senior brother, are you okay?"
"Su Jing! Why are you so crazy!"
"Senior Brother Wen Yu, if you dare to fight me, I will report it to the sect master when I get back, and ask him to punish you and punish you by copying books!"
On the spiritual platform, dozens of boys and girls rushed over one after another, jumped into the place full of weeds, and helped Wen Yu up with concern on their faces.
Especially some of the girls from Taixuan Sect, with their motherly radiance blooming in their eyes, looking at Wen Yu's miserable and handsome face with pity.
Wen Yu turned over, covering her mouth and nose that was bleeding continuously, and looked at the two people on the forest path with malicious eyes.
The bridge of his nose had been broken by that punch. He didn't need to look in the mirror to know how ugly he looked now. He covered his mouth and nose with one hand and pointed at the two of them with one hand!
"How dare you hit my senior brother? You really are too impatient to live!"
Balian sighed helplessly. He turned around and looked at Wen Yu, who was lying in the haystack in a panic, but was being protected like a star.
His tone was neither urgent nor slow, and he asked calmly: "An inner disciple of Taixuan Sect? But an inner disciple of one of the Nine Classics of Taixuan?"
Mentioning the words 'Tai Xuan Nine Classics', even Wen Yu and everyone else had to put away the anger in their eyes, and couldn't help but feel a touch of high respect from the bottom of their hearts.
The Nine Taixuan Classics are not a collection of spiritual skills, but represent nine people, the nine most outstanding disciples of Taixuan Sect.
The reason why it is known as the "Sutra" is because in the Taixuan Sect, there are nine scripture collection pavilions, and each of the scripture collection pavilions contains one of the most mysterious and ancient scriptures.
Those who are not geniuses cannot penetrate it, and those who do not have the best understanding and the calmest mind cannot penetrate it.
And the most crucial point to be able to comprehend that scripture is that the person who comprehends it must have at least reached the level of spiritual cultivation.
Anyone who can comprehend the scriptures is respected as the 'Sutra Master' by the people of Taixuan Sect.
Of course Wen Yu is not. Although he and the Taixuan Nine Classics are both inner disciples of the Taixuan Sect, there is a qualitative gap between them.
"What stupid things are you talking about? Of course I can't be one of the Nine Taixuan Sutras!"
Balian smiled slightly and continued to ask: "Are you one of the Thirteen Swords of Tianxi?"
Wen Yu and the disciples behind him were stunned again, and a look of impatience gradually appeared on his face, "Of course not! What on earth do you want to ask?"
He had already introduced himself early in the morning as Wen Yu. No one in the Nine Taixuan Classics or the Thirteen Swords of Tianxi was named Wen Yu.
To this group of Taixuan Sect disciples, Bailian obviously asked too many questions and talked nonsense.
After hearing the answer, Bailian nodded with satisfaction.
He stood up straight, and his expression was still courteous, courteous, and friendly. Based on all this, I wonder if it was everyone's illusion.
They actually felt an inexplicable and even a hint of superiority from this young man.
The moment this idea arose in their minds, they themselves felt a little ridiculous.
Do they actually feel that a mediocre person who seeks the second level of Taoism is superior to them?
However, this was not their illusion, and even Bailian didn't show it deliberately.
It's just the noble blood flowing out of his body and the arrogance that goes deep into his bones. Even though he looks modest at this moment, everyone is still aware of that arrogance inadvertently.
"Whether it's the Nine Taixuan Classics or the Thirteen Swords of Tianxi, they don't have the qualifications to let me kneel down in exchange for their senior brother. And you are neither the Nine Taixuan Classics nor the Thirteen Swords of Tianxi, um... I'm sorry for the rudeness. Just ask..."
The expression on Bailian's face was always calm and indifferent, and his dark eyes were inlaid with the reflection of Wen Yu. He said the next sentence without any sarcasm.
He did have mediocre qualifications, but the pride flowing in his bones never allowed him to lower his head.
Because he is the young master of one of the three sects in the world and the crown prince of the Zhongyou Dynasty.
Among the young generation in this world, no one has a more noble status than him.
"Who are you, and you dare to let me call you senior brother?"
The calm and natural words stunned everyone.
It is precisely because it is calm that it hurts.
Only Su Jing's face gradually faded away from anger, and his eyes became rarely peaceful.
After Wen Yu completely recalled what Balian said, his handsome face immediately became ferocious and twisted. He ignored the pain on his face and stood up!
His blood-stained palm pressed against the hilt of the sword, and the unsheathed long sword couldn't help but tremble, indicating Wen Yu's suppressed strong murderous intention!
He stared at Bai Lian fiercely and said with a ferocious smile: "How dare a second-level Taoist seeker dare to make such nonsense!
Forget it, I will compete with you and let my strength speak for itself. If you beat me, there is no need to call me senior brother. In the days to come, I will call you senior brother. "
Balian said: "Why do I have to compete with you? I can't beat you."
Such a frank admission of his own weakness made Wen Yu startled again.
Then he reacted, and before a mocking smile appeared on his face, he heard Bai Lian's voice again.
"I can't beat you. Your talent and cultivation are higher than mine. This is your advantage. But the position I stand in is something you will never be able to reach in your life. I stand higher than you. This is my advantage.
I don't need you to call me senior brother, and I don't want to have a junior brother like you, and you... are not qualified to be my senior brother. "
"You!" Wen Yu's face was full of anger, and his eyes were about to spit out fire. He smiled cruelly and said, "What if I have to compete with you?!"
Balian took a step back, not because of jealousy or fear, but because of disgust.
He looked at the disciples behind Wen Yu with a very disgusted look, and said in a tone of disappointment and surprise: "Xianmen Family?"
The disciples behind Wen Yu looked ashamed.
After all, it was their senior brother who was aggressive from the beginning.
It is not the behavior of a gentleman to bully a small person with a big one.
As for the young man, although his calm words contained a very hurtful and sharp meaning, from beginning to end, he never did anything that was out of character.
Although the arrogant words just now were a bit unpleasant, they finally understood those words as a brave counterattack.
Balian tilted his head and continued: "Although he is not the senior brother of Su Jing and I, he has named himself his senior brother and forced me to compete with him under the guise of his senior brother's identity. He is really promising. ah."
One of the women finally couldn't help but jumped out and said: "Senior brother, he is gentle and polite to others. We are also his junior brothers and sisters, but he will never treat us like this. Why don't you find the reason in yourself."
Bailian's expression suddenly turned cold, and his eyes were as cold as blades as he shot at the girl.
Although his cultivation level is not good, after all, he has experienced life and death for many days. After several experiences, there is a bit more violence and bloodshed in his eyes. Naturally, this person who has a high level of cultivation but only knows how to practice in the back mountain The girl with the sword was shocked.
She took a small step back, and then said a little aggrievedly: "You...why are you staring at me like this?"
The coldness in Bailian's eyes did not diminish at all, a sneer appeared on his face, and he said: "I have always been gentle and never glared at people, why don't you reflect on yourself, why did you let me glare at you? "
"You!" The female disciple had a face of shame and anger. She couldn't tell that the young man was mocking her, but she was speechless.
Balian looked away, and the cold gaze he had deliberately made disappeared. His eyes returned to calmness and he looked at Wen Yu who was grinding his teeth. He frowned and said:
"Do the inner disciples of Taixuan Sect only look for soft persimmons? I can see that you actually want to cause trouble for Su Jing. Well, just fight him. Use what you call... Well, strength speaks for itself.”
Bai Lian took a step back and gave up some space.
Although Su Jing didn't quite understand how sharp Balian's words were, he still understood.
Because of Bai Lian's words, he could beat this Wen Yupang upright and heartily.
Anyway, this guy has never beaten him.
But this time was different, because he knew that because of what Balian said, he could beat Wen Yu like a dead pig without suffering any punishment from his father.
It was very rare that Su Jing stood in front of Balian with a happy smile.
Those dark eyes stared straight at Wen Yu and said, "Yes, fight with me. If you win, I will call you senior brother."
Because Wen Yu had never been his opponent, Su Jing was very confident.
Wen Yu's face immediately stiffened. He knew in his heart that with the intervention of this unknown arrogant young man today, it would be difficult for him to cause trouble for Su Jing.
If he continues to be entangled, he will ultimately be the one who suffers the loss and is embarrassed.
Wen Yu took a deep look at Bai Lian, as if she wanted to remember him in her heart. The look in her eyes showed that he had already remembered this matter in his heart.
"The morning training is not over yet. Return to your position and continue practicing your sword!"
Wen Yu didn't take another look at Su Jing and led everyone back to the spiritual platform.
"Hey! You haven't competed with me yet!"
Su Jing was so disappointed and wanted to chase him out in dissatisfaction, but Balian grabbed his arm. He looked back at Balian strangely and asked, "Aren't you going to fight?"
Balian smiled and shook his head and said, "We still have to go down the mountain to plant small tomatoes to eat delicious food."
Su Jing's eyes lit up and he immediately forgot about Wen Yu's matter. He nodded repeatedly, held Bai Lian's hand with his backhand, and trotted down the mountain.
"Yeah, let's go down the mountain."
……………………
Wen Yu felt angry, and the morning exercise ended quickly in his unhappy mood.
The pain on his face still lingers, and the bridge of his nose is red and swollen, which is really unsightly.
He returned to the mountain gate angrily, and many disciples in the sect looked at him with surprised and suspicious eyes.
This made him feel even more angry.
He thought that he must find the sect master to give Su Jing a good lecture. Anyway, the sect master never liked his daughter, so he was strict with him everywhere.
The plum blossoms have withered, and the catkins are new...
For the first time in his life, Su Guanhai fell into deep guilt. He watched the little girl Yin cry, make trouble, and hang herself. Finally, her father forcibly set off a strong wind and brought her back to Cangwu Palace alive, even with the young man. It's too late to say goodbye.
He sighed helplessly, like an ordinary person, lifted up his clothes and squatted at the door of the hall, looking at the spring rocks, clouds and mist, and the continuous spring rain.
At this moment, slight footsteps sounded from the corridor outside the hall.
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