Lan Zhao pursed his lips and said nothing. He glanced at the girl next to him and then lowered his head.
Sitting on the chair is the head of the Wanhua Valley, Fu Qingyun, known as Mrs. Qingyun in the world.
"Lan Zhao, tell me, why are we here this time?"
"I came here for the Martial Arts Association and the reputation and prosperity of Ten Thousand Flowers Valley." Lan Zhao replied.
"Prosperity? How can we have prosperity in the Ten Thousand Flowers Valley? I'm afraid you would be happiest if it was destroyed in my hands!"
"Master...junior sister, that's not what you meant..."
"Shut up! Songxun, kneel down too!"
Song Xun knelt next to Lan Zhao. Compared with Lan Zhao's silence, her face was full of displeasure.
"The young master of the Zhang family wants to marry you, but you said you don't want to get along with ordinary people. Okay, I'll let you. This time, I asked you to take advantage of the Martial Arts Association to get along well with the disciples of the Five Thunder Sect. As a result, you not only ignored He left me alone and came back alone. Did you take my words to heart at all? Wanhua Valley is no longer what it used to be. If there are no other sects to support us, I'm afraid we won't be able to hold on for long. Lan Zhao, you Why are you so selfish!"
Lan Zhao, who had been silent all this time, suddenly laughed, and the laughter echoed in the room, which made people feel chilly. She raised her head and looked at Mrs. Qingjun with despair and desolation: "It turns out that for so many years, in the eyes of Master, I was just a person who was used for trading and maintenance. A tool for the survival of the sect. Lan Zhao is guilty because he was born a daughter and was abandoned by his parents at birth; Lan Zhao is guilty because he was born a daughter and was unwilling to be a qualified tool; Lan Zhao is guilty because he was born a daughter I still have a broken skin that attracts countless people’s attention! It’s really ridiculous to say that I have only one medical skill, but I’m not valued by my master. I want to carry forward my medical experience, Master! If it weren’t for all these years, my brothers and sisters have been sitting on their hands and not seeking to make progress. , How could the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers end up in such a situation! Others will always only see my face, even Master. Am I selfish? When I am selfish, I will leave this place with Ahan! In this case, just Let me be really selfish for once...it's better not to have this face...!"
"Lan Zhao doesn't want it!" Song Xun saw Lan Zhao taking out a knife and slashing her face with determination. His body reacted faster than his head and he immediately rushed over and grabbed the knife in her hand.
But it's still a step too late.
Song Xun hurriedly grabbed the knife and threw it far away. He watched the blood dripping down Lan Zhao's cheek. He hurriedly took out gauze from his arms to stop the bleeding. Song Xun cried to her. Qingyun shouted: "Master must be like this? Master must force us to death? Who is Mr. Zhang? There are already several concubines in the house. How can my junior sister go to the back house that eats people without spitting out their bones?" Is there any happy ending? Who is Lei Shi? When he sees the junior sisters, he moves his hands and feet with evil intentions, treating women like playthings. Has Master ever thought about the feelings of the junior sisters? "
"Lan Zhao and I were picked up and raised by you in a mass grave together. You are not only a master but also a mother to us! How can we refuse what our own mother asks us to do? Junior sister, she has been growing up since she was a child. Da Zui listens to you. If I hadn’t seen Lan Zhao desperately washing himself with cold water that night, I would never have known about this...Master, take a look and this is what you want. Really? Why must the future of the sect be exchanged for Lan Zhao’s sacrifice! Can only the marriage to Ten Thousand Flower Valley be brought back to life? Is the happiness of the junior sisters so worthless..."
"Lan Zhao, none of this is your fault, not at all! We, Lan Zhao, are smart and beautiful. These are obviously gifts given to you by God. If you are beautiful, you should be remembered and traded as an item. You must automatically To make a sacrifice, to be born a woman is our original sin. Every one of us is guilty..."
"Song Xun, don't cry." Lan Zhao leaned on Song Xun's shoulder, the pain making her more awake.
Maybe it was the man's rough treatment of the girl today that made her feel nauseous. Maybe it was the years of suppression and the stares from others and the scolding from the master that were the last straw that crushed her. The world is so big and she can't even see it. How many girls are there who are randomly bullied like this? Ha, men... blindly obeying will not be treated sincerely. If you want to protect yourself and protect more girls, you must work hard to become stronger and resist.
Mrs. Qingjun was silent for a long time, her nails digging deeply into her flesh as she watched the scene in front of her.
Is she willing? She is destined to have no children in her life. Is she willing to force the children she raised as her daughter to be like this? What can she do?
Lan Zhao's silent determination and Song Xun's cry kept echoing in her ears repeatedly. She also thought of the girl who had left the school. Did she really have no other way?
She was wrong after all.
"Let me think again, give Lan Zhao some medicine..." Mrs. Qingyun's figure seemed to have grown older all of a sudden. She opened the door and walked out. She had gathered outside to wait when she heard the movement in the house. Several disciples rushed in immediately.
The one who cleans the wound washes the wound, the one who takes the medicine takes the medicine, and the cooperation is extremely tacit.
"Senior sister, Master left this bottle of medicine." A young disciple said weakly.
Master's specially made Jade Bone Shengji Powder, the medicinal collection and manufacturing process is very complicated, and it is hard to find.
"Use it." Song Xun looked in the direction where his master left, but he had already disappeared.
...
The tenth day of October.
Cangshan has been busy and lively since early in the morning.
Disciple No. 1 from Cangshan: "This time, senior brother must win the first place!"
Disciple No. 2: "Does this need to be said? As soon as Senior Brother takes action... tsk tsk tsk! That means leaving nothing behind wherever he goes!"
Other Cangshan disciples: "Shh... Although it is true, don't be too loud!"
All the disciples clenched their fists together and their eyes were shining: "Elder brother, the eternal god!"
Fang Qiya, who was checking everywhere, hurriedly passed by them, then stepped back and said, "What are you gathering here and mumbling about? Other sects are on their way here, why don't you get to work quickly?"
Of course there are discussions among other sects as well.
Disciple No. 1 of the small sect: "Master, please don't draw Shen Xuan in the first game..."
Disciple No. 2 from other sects: "I hope I won't be too embarrassed in front of the girl from Ji Le Luo...Senior Sister Sangzhu is so beautiful..."
There is also a mysterious disciple with high fighting spirit: "Shen Xuan, let me defeat you!"
The male protagonist of the topic, Shen Xuan, was standing in the master's room at this moment, with a handsome face as cold as frost at minus 800 degrees.
...
"Sister Ruan, come here quickly!"
Ruan Xianbei followed them to the arena they saw yesterday. There were disciples in Tsing Yi who guided them to take seats on both sides of the stands. The arena was surrounded in the middle. There were higher stands on the north and south sides, and VVVIP seats were arranged on the east side, with a paved table. A long table and several chairs were set up with red cloth, and several senior martial arts seniors who seemed to be highly respected were already sitting there. The other side is parallel to the ground, which is very convenient for watching the game.
Ruan Xianbei felt that there were too many people and was noisy, so he walked out on the pretext that he wanted some peace and quiet, but was grabbed by He Yu.
"Sister Ruan, don't get lost alone. I'll follow you." He Yu was afraid that she would faint again like last time.
Ruan Xianbei had no choice but to tell her that it was too noisy and wanted to sit somewhere else. He Yu asked her where she was going. She took He Yu around and found a big tree with a good perspective.
He Yu's eyes widened and he said in surprise: "Sister Ruan is so amazing...why didn't I think of that?"
The two jumped up, but they didn't expect that there was already someone on the tree.
Cheng Suisui and she looked at each other, how could you say this? Like-minded? Similar interests? Or are they close to each other?
The three of them had to squeeze in and find a comfortable place to sit. Fortunately, the tree was tall enough, strong enough, and the leaves were lush enough. As long as the people below didn't deliberately look up or look for it, they wouldn't be able to find anyone up there.
Cheng Suisui and He Yu were chatting happily. Ruan Xianbei rested his arms and yawned in boredom, while his eyes kept searching for Shen Xuan in the crowd.
I am very eager to watch handsome guys seducing my eyes...
"Eh... Miss Lan Zhao?" He Yu saw the group of people from Wanhua Valley tugging on Ruan Xianbei's sleeves, "Sister Ruan, the one wearing aqua clothes over there is Miss Lan Zhao who helped me rescue me yesterday."
Ruan Xianbei followed her gaze and saw that Lan Zhao was wearing an aqua dress today, with a light white belt tied around her waist. Her hair was tied up in a bun casually, and a silver hairpin was inserted in her hair to hang a pendant. The originally fair skin made her temperament even colder, making her very eye-catching among the crowd.
Cheng Suisui commented: "It's really beautiful."
"What's wrong with her face?" From their angle, He Yu could just see her face under the veil pressed against the gauze, and her face didn't look good.
"Sister Ruan, Miss Lan Zhao seems to have been bullied! Her face..." He Yu has long regarded Ruan Xianbei as a real senior sister, and is almost closer than Jiang Huai, no matter big or small. They are all somewhat dependent on her.
Something must have happened to Miss Lan Zhao... She looked very unhappy yesterday. She helped them out, but she let her go alone. It would be nice if she and Xiao Yi sent her back.
He Yu felt a little guilty thinking about this.
…
During dinner yesterday, He Yu told Ruan Xianbei what happened, and expressed his disgust at the two men following Lan Zhao.
He Yu said angrily: "The one who pushed me so fiercely! The stingy ghost should be reincarnated! He keeps saying to Lan Zhao what you like, I will buy it for you, Lan Zhao I will give you money, Lan Zhao I will buy it for you Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. I didn’t even see the hand reaching into my arms, and I could see the shadow of the money bag! How dare you be mean to me!"
"There is another one! She looked like a real person, but she disappeared after a while! I am not worried that Miss Lan Zhao will be taken away by bad guys, how could she be so irresponsible! Men's love is so cheap..."
Ruan Xianbei raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect that a young girl who was new to the world would be so enlightened: "Oh? How dare you bully me, He Nuxia, so much? When you see me tomorrow, point it out to me and I will help you teach him a lesson." After that, he did it viciously. A gesture of wiping his neck made He Yu laugh.
He Yu was immediately coaxed by her, and he rushed towards her with a smile and hugged her: "Forget it, I will let him go. Sister Ruan, please don't do such dangerous things."
Jiang Huai's hand holding the chopsticks trembled, and he thought with complicated emotions: She can really do it.
…
He Yu briefly told Cheng Suisui about this matter again, and complained again with Cheng Suisui.
People were arriving one after another, and they basically found places to stand or sit down in small groups.
The time has come.
"Everyone!"
An old Taoist with a white beard stood up from the VIP table to the east. His voice was not loud but loud and powerful. It was Taoist Priest Yuan Zhen, the head coach of Cangshan.
The old Taoist was wearing a gray-white Taoist robe and looked kind-hearted. He had a childish face with white hair and bright eyes. It was said that he had entered the realm of the gods long ago. Now, looking at the eyes hidden under the smile, he was as sharp as a goshawk. His broad sleeves were windless and deep. The unpredictable cultivation level makes people naturally feel in awe, what an old man with immortal demeanor!
Not far away, Yun Zhi, the three followers who were invisible among the crowd, said: "Elder Wang... the saint asked you to learn from Taoist Priest Yuan Zhen."
Elder Wang: What? What to study? He has not cultivated enough! Should I learn to be mysterious or just pretend to be fake? ? Did the Holy Lady order him to go back and practice hard? ?
Elder Wang was thinking a lot for a while, and his head was very big.
