"What do you want to do, woman? You make trouble for Xiaojing all day long, and you can't live in peace for a day. Don't think that just because you are a disciple of True Lord Wenhui, you can do whatever you want. You must know that there are people outside the world, and there is always someone who can cure you."
Yuan Yuhua was also severely hit by the impact. Unexpectedly, before she could react this time, the other party attacked first.
God knows that she, Yuan Yuhua, has always been the only one to find fault with others, and she has never suffered as much as she did today. The other party opened his mouth and scolded Yuan Yuhua, blocking all the words that came to Yuan Yuhua's mouth, until his face turned blue and white.
Since she was blocked at the beginning, Yuan Yuhua tried to stop her words several times but was avoided by the other party smoothly, preventing her from speaking smoothly.
After going back and forth for several times, what outsiders saw was that Yuan Yuhua, who had always been sharp-tongued, was silenced and speechless by the disciple in gray across from him.
Yuan Yuhua had never experienced such grievances since he entered the world of cultivation and became a disciple of True Monarch Wenhui. He was so angry that he could not breathe, his eyes were red, and his whole body was shaking.
But it was obvious that she was not a good person, and the blockage was only temporary. It was just that she didn't react at the beginning and was taken advantage of by the other party, which led to this situation. She quickly came to her senses and found a characteristic of the other party that could be mentioned.
Yuan Yuhua sneered: "I wonder who it is... Wow, you are just a handyman disciple from the outer sect, how dare you offend a direct disciple? It is really an uncultured wild dog, it can only bark randomly, and it is not afraid of hurting your own family. The master is causing trouble.”
"But... that's right, look at your master's appearance, I guess you won't be much better. It really means that the dog will be the same as the master -"
"You, a disciple from a famous family, are dirtier than me and other handyman disciples who hang out at the bottom. No wonder no one likes you. With your scolding attitude, how can anyone believe that you are a country woman?" He Jiang Retorted.
"Don't you know what's going on with you? Which of your fellow disciples in the Hezong has a good impression of you? Only Master Qinghui can tolerate your bad temper. I think even he can't bear it. It's just because of his upbringing. I just didn’t say anything out loud. I don’t even know how you are worthy of me..."
His words immediately touched Yuan Yuhua's pain point.
She indeed has outstanding qualifications, and she is lucky enough to have a master who is as protective as Wenhui Zhenjun. She also has a fiancé who seems to be as good as Lin Pingzhen, who is a role model for winning without hesitation.
Although from Lin Pingzhen's perspective, Yuan Yuhua was indeed squandering her talents in vain. But it has to be said that even if she is so passive about what she is born with, it is beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Even if the female cultivators are jealous and resentful of Yuan Yuhua, not many of them will be able to reach the same level as Yuan Yuhua in the future. Just the help brought by a single spiritual root is something that many monks cannot make up for in their entire lives.
The most criticized thing about Yuan Yuhua is her life experience.
The world of cultivation does not value life experience that much. After all, in this world where qualifications are all determined by destiny, if you want to be born into a noble family and happen to have a peerless talent, you may have to hope for a little more luck when you are reincarnated.
Besides, such people are only a handful among the minority in the world of cultivation. Looking around, everyone comes from the countryside, so who is laughing at whom?
However, Yuan Yuhua was different. She was born in a remote and inconspicuous village like everyone else, but she still acted like a young lady. She learned every gesture of a famous lady, but she was good at it, but she didn't learn the essence.
She thought she was following the path of a noble girl, but in fact, in the eyes of others, she looked more like a cunning young lady with a bad brain.
Coupled with her increasingly paranoid nature, her senses are getting crazier and crazier.
When people saw it, they all secretly said that a lunatic would not be able to stand on the stage.
Many female nuns who were jealous of her for being in a good position even laughed at her because she was from a small family and could not change her petty attitude as a village woman. There are also many good people who secretly laugh at her as a "grass chicken pretending to be a phoenix"...
Yuan Yuhua heard all these discussions, so naturally she couldn't hold it back. But there are really too many people who have no choice but to talk about it, and everyone is there... Even if she has a master who loves her extremely and protects her shortcomings, she can't stop everyone's mouths.
It is impossible for them not to let others speak.
Of course, there are few people who are not wise enough to dare to laugh about this matter in front of Yuan Yuhua. Most disciples do not want to offend such a mad dog for nothing. And those who are really strong don't bother to argue with people like Yuan Yuhua who are playing tricks.
She never expected that today someone would dare to speak out without fear of dying in front of her, and he would also touch on her heart with every sentence. It was quite bold.
"Who do you think you are? How dare you talk to me like this? Who are you relying on? Isn't it the woman behind you who looks like a gourd with a sawed mouth?"
There was deep disgust and ridicule in Yuan Yuhua's eyes: "How noble do you think this fairy daughter is in your heart? When she entered the school with all of us, almost everyone got a good place, and the worst was Among the outer disciples, she is the only one who has been classified as a handyman."
"While we are all working hard for cultivation, what is she doing? Doing odd jobs? Cleaning? Maybe she has to rely on flattery to survive?" The malice on Yuan Yuhua's face gradually grew stronger, and she could no longer hide it: "You don't even think about it, how many shady things she has hidden behind her from being a handyman to where she is today——"
"That's enough!" Wang Jingxuan, who had been watching the farce indifferently, finally couldn't help it. This man said all kinds of things, and the more he said it, the more outrageous it became. It was not only unpleasant but also very harsh. She didn't want to get entangled with this unknown thing, but she didn't want to be forced to speak.
"Who do you think you are, if you don't let me tell you..."
"Qiang——"
Yuan Yuhua's eyes widened, and she touched her cheek in disbelief. When she touched the hot and moist hand, and the faint smell of blood drifted over, her tense nerves collapsed instantly, and she let out a A short scream.
Everyone around was startled by the sound.
"Bitch, how dare you?!" Yuan Yuhua's voice was high-pitched and thin, which chilled the hearts of those around him and made them uncomfortable to listen to.
Wang Jingxuan is not just a fake person who just talks without practicing. She is a person who is cruel to herself and others.
In the past, she had neither the ability nor the confidence to take action. Now that we have a foothold, how can we endure it? She had tolerated him for so long that she couldn't bear it any longer.
However, Wang Jingxuan still retained a trace of reason. She still remembered the identity of the female cultivator opposite and who was standing behind her. If she was cruel, this matter would be over. So she still looked a little measured when she started.
But Wang Jingxuan's sense of proportion... is also limited.
