True Lord Wuji was furious: "It was your disciple who was at fault first. He beat my disciple until his bones and tendons were broken. If the sect doesn't punish him, then I will do it myself."
Seeing that the conflict between the two was about to arouse again, the sect leader said coldly: "If you want to take action, don't stay here. You can go outside. From now on, your cultivation share will be gone."
"I don't care." Fusang has his own training resources and doesn't care about the sect's salary.
On the other hand, True Monarch Wuji has been cultivating in seclusion for many years. The resources come from the sect and have no other sources of resources.
"you."
True Lord Wuji adjusted his mood and smiled instead of getting angry: "You have such profound methods."
"Each other, each other."
True Lord Wuji retreated angrily. He could only reason with him if he couldn't beat him, but he knew that it would be difficult to deal with Fusang's anger.
"Okay, this matter ends here. Regardless of what Mo Yuheng did to Yichuan before, we will never tolerate similar things in the future."
Zhenjun Wuji pulled a face and looked at Fusang coldly behind his hands.
Fusang suddenly smiled with a sullen face: "You are a thief and I want to catch the thief."
"What's the meaning?"
True Lord Wuji was startled and had a bad premonition.
A frown can kill a fly.
"I usually have a lot of cultivation treasures. I am afraid that they will be stolen accidentally and I will not be able to leave evidence. I just took in the disciples that day to reorganize the Burial Sword Peak. This is one of the recording stones."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wuji Zhenjun took action directly to force the video stone in his hand, but it was a bit slow.
With a hand of Burial Sword Fuso, the stones in the sky exploded and turned into a curtain of light that unfolded faintly in the sky.
The images inside are extremely clear, giving rise to the conflict between Mo Yuheng and Yichuan.
True Lord Wuji's face froze, he was so embarrassed, really so embarrassed.
I wish I could leave this place now, I have never accepted such a disciple.
Originally, I liked this apprentice because of his talent, and I also had a preference for him.
Now it felt like a slap in the face.
"Zhenjun Wuji, what else do you have to say?"
The sword in Fuso's hand was pointed at him.
Yichuan was so frightened by True Lord Wuji that he felt like there was an invisible pressure falling on him.
I can't breathe, it's very uncomfortable.
He fell to the ground all wet, kneeling in a hurry: "Master..."
He muttered something in his mouth, as if he wanted to lose something.
Assistance on the way to practice.
True Lord Wuji snorted coldly and did not give an answer.
"Fusang, I've known you for many years, and you know better than me what kind of person I am. Since this matter is my fault and my disciples listened to it, I will naturally be responsible to the end."
True Lord Wuji waved his hand and looked at the thing in his hand with reluctance: "This is an opportunity I discovered on an overseas fairy island when I accidentally traveled many years ago called Zuixianji. This is the most valuable thing in my hand. . It contains many brewing recipes, and the value of these recipes should be enough to make up for the small mistakes I made before."
Although he is the True Lord of Nascent Soul, he desperately catches up with Fusang in order to practice, and has been in seclusion all year round without going out.
The thing in my hand was obtained by chance and I didn’t have time to open it and understand it.
But it contains many brewing recipes, and he is not interested in these and does not know their value.
He has been reluctant to take it out and wants to find an opportunity to sell it at a sky-high price to obtain cultivation resources and continue to retreat.
After what happened today broke the time he arranged, it was impossible to continue in retreat. He had to go out and look for cultivation resources.
Or accepting contributions from others, opening a shop, doing tasks, etc. are all sources of resources.
Fusang didn't take action and turned to Mo Yuheng to look at her.
Mo Yuheng arranged the clothes on his injured face, walked out of the courtyard and saluted respectfully: "Thank you, Lord Wuji, you are so kind-hearted."
Yeah, it's really good.
Zhenjun Wuji didn’t know what he felt in his heart.
Look at Mo Yuheng, look at Yichuan.
It's really incomparable.
No wonder Fusang accepted Mo Yuheng but not Yichuan.
At first, I thought it was Fusang who had no vision, so I quickly accepted Yichuan.
Turns out he was the one with no vision.
True Lord Wuji waved his hand, and the jade slip was slowly controlled and floated in mid-air to Mo Yuheng.
Mo Yuheng took it and put it away, feeling happy.
She wanted to find a recipe for brewing wine, but she didn't have to look for it now. Others had it ready-made, so she accepted it without any hesitation.
True Lord Wuji let out a long sigh, and his body turned into a ray of light and disappeared.
"master."
Yichuan's heart felt so cold that he knelt on the ground with a sad and pitiful expression.
Finally understand what you lost?
He plotted against his master and attacked his fellow disciples.
Such charges are neither small nor serious, enough to make others doubt his character.
With such a troublesome apprentice, whoever accepts him will be unlucky.
Yichuan ruined his future by himself, and Zhenjun Wuji will not guide him so wholeheartedly in the future.
You might even stay far away from him, and you won't be able to guide him in his future cultivation, so you have to rely on yourself or spend money to ask others for guidance.
It's a pity that others will not be as selfless as the master, teaching him how to practice with all his heart.
My heart felt uncomfortable, my body was trembling, and my eyes were dull.
Mo Yuheng had already offended the other party thoroughly, so why not do it more thoroughly?
He walked up to the other party and smiled: "Yichuan, you are really good at it. I admire you for being smart for once."
Hearing these words, Yichuan's body trembled and he stared at her fiercely.
"If you can't change it, then you can continue."
Mo Yuheng loves to hold grudges and never has a good face when facing his enemies.
Just smile, don't laugh.
But to others, she seemed to be praising him, but Yichuan knew in his heart that she was mocking him.
He clenched his hands tightly, forcing himself not to move easily, otherwise he would lose his only status.
So what if he is a single spirit?
Mo Yuheng could suppress him and beat him, and he was better than him in every aspect.
Mo Yuheng stopped when he saw the situation, turned around and followed his master and brothers back to Burial Sword Peak.
Mo Yuheng's face immediately fell: "Master, you are so cruel. I almost lost my life and my eyes as your apprentice just now. Why didn't you take action quickly?"
That grievance!
Only by forcibly training your body to improve your strength can you endure it for so long.
"What? Do you want to talk to the monkey?" Fusang glanced at her, almost frightened to death.
Mo Yuheng kept silent and did not dare to say anything, for fear that the master would really throw her to the monkey next moment.
That's terrible.
If you ask a person who keeps nagging and repeating these words, it is a nightmare to listen to these words.
"Okay, you two go to retreat to practice. Be honest during this period. In ten days or so, there will be a three-month competition for new disciples. Don't let the master down then, otherwise..."
Hearing this tone, Mo Yuheng smiled bitterly and naturally knew what he meant.
Now that I am practicing Ice Muscle and Jade Bone, not even a single acupuncture point in my body has been completely opened. It seems that I need to hurry up and get rid of the spiritual fruits in the space and storage bracelet before doing this.
Otherwise, it will accumulate over time, and it will be a waste of space and no way to create value.
Please recommend monthly tickets.
(End of chapter)
