Although Wang Jingxuan didn't hurt any muscles or bones this time, the cut was quite deep. All of a sudden, you could see the torn flesh and blood, and blood was pouring out from the wound.
After a while, he was so dizzy that his entire collar was covered. Coupled with Yuan Yuhua's ferocious ghost-like expression, he was really no different from a ghost that escaped from hell.
Yuan Yuhua's scream instantly attracted the attention of the entire hall.
It turned out that they were just having a small fight here, and since the fight happened to be in a blind spot, it should really be undetectable by the other side of the hall through the hollow layer.
In addition, the inn is not a quiet place. It happened to be the most popular time in the morning. People were coming and going on the street. It was bustling and noisy. Naturally, Lin Pingzhen and Ning Xia did not notice the farce not far away that was caused by them.
Yuan Yuhua's voice was already shrill. How could Lin Pingzhen not notice it after shouting like this?
Perhaps Lin Pingzhen had almost developed an instinctive reaction because he had cleaned up his fiancée's mess a lot. Almost at the moment he heard Yuan Yuhua's scream, he made an instant judgment.
"Fang'er." Lin Pingzhen, who was talking to Ning Xia, suddenly said, looking in the direction of the voice with a nervous expression.
However, their direction was blocked by the stairwell and the hollow partition. They could only see a few shadowy figures, and they couldn't tell who they were. They could only tell that it was very noisy over there.
"What happened again, so early in the morning..."
"I guess it was one of the younger junior sisters who started the trouble again! The young monk now is really energetic..."
Since the incident of demons and demon spies broke out a few years ago, the Wuhua Sect would usually choose to cover the entire foothold for group outings like this. This way, it can strictly control the entry of people, and young disciples who have no ability to protect themselves can feel more at ease.
This time they settled in southern Xinjiang and chose this Qingsong Inn. The Wuhua Sect had booked hundreds of suites in the inn, and with the owner's consent, they also arranged for disciples to take turns to be on duty inside and outside the inn to prevent anyone from taking advantage of the troubled waters.
Qingsong Inn is their permanent residence in southern Xinjiang.
It's just that although the inn is large, it is still fixed within a narrow range. In addition, everyone is not familiar with the place of life in southern Xinjiang, so naturally they cannot run around like they are in their own territory, and they still stay in the inn most of the time.
In the past, in the huge sect territory, people who didn't agree with each other could bump into each other and fight with each other. What's more, now that we are trapped in an inn, we can't see each other when we look up, so friction is inevitable.
It is not uncommon for such farces to be staged several times a day, and the disciples in the sect are already used to it. Who knows if it will be your turn next time?
At this point, most of the people who come to the lobby for breakfast are the same type of people. Or they are "slow" people like Ningxia who take no time and are willing to spend time in activities that have no practical effect on cultivation.
Or he is a secretive older man who lives a boring life and wants to have some fun for himself. Apparently the hall was a very well-informed place, and they could hear a lot of interesting things here.
When they heard the movement over there, they were not surprised at all and did not move. They only looked at the direction of the sound with interest. It seemed that they could see the chaotic scene behind them through the barrier.
"Hey, Lao Liu, I think you are biased. How do you know that it must be the little girl who is having a conflict? Maybe something really happened..." I love reading books.
"Didn't you, old guy, go out a few days ago? Of course you don't know that you are out all the time, and you don't know anything. This voice is very familiar to me..."
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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 is different.
