The disciple of the Shenji Sect looked at his palms, then looked down at the two people lying on the ground, feeling confused as if his brain had been ripped out.
Could it be that he accidentally overflowed with his spiritual power just now and knocked someone down?
But why didn't he have any impression at all?
"Elder Brother of the Zhangpai." A disciple who was traveling with him said with an expression of dismay: "They are only teenagers. If you feel unhappy, it's okay to say a few words to them. You can just beat them."
Although they look young, they are all hundreds of years old. People who are less than twenty are just half-grown children in the eyes of those over a hundred years old in the world of cultivation.
There is no problem in scaring and teasing children, but when they beat people in Jiutian Sect, they are still half-grown children who have just joined the sect. If this matter spreads, everyone will laugh at them.
"I didn't..." The disciple of the Zhang sect turned around and wanted to explain to his fellow disciples. In the end, every fellow disciple stared at him with "Don't explain, we all saw it." He took a deep breath and said, "They both fell on their own. , do you believe them or me?"
"Senior brother, there is no need to worry about two yellow-haired children." A disciple came out to smooth things over: "It's a fight, and no one else will see it anyway. We'd better go to the banquet hall quickly, otherwise it would be bad if we missed the auspicious time. "
The eldest disciple of the Zhang Sect became even more angry when he heard this. He hit him as hard as he wanted. He clearly didn't even touch the corner of the opponent's clothes!
At this moment, he felt unprecedented grievance. The more wronged he became, the angrier he became. He raised his hand and wanted to teach these two pretentious people a lesson.
"Stop." A powerful spiritual pressure struck. When the disciple of the Palm Sect saw the incoming person clearly, his face changed with fright. He respectfully saluted the incoming person: "Bu Xianzun."
Bu Ting walked up to Jiu Hui Zhiyou and asked, "Are you two kids okay?"
Zhiyou opened his eyes and looked at Bu Ting with clear black and white eyes. Bu Ting clasped one hand behind his back, and the patterns on his robe shone faintly. He lowered his head slightly, as if a god had lowered his noble head and showed his graceful mercy to the flowers and plants.
Seeing Zhiyou open his eyes and look at him, he showed a very shallow smile.
Zhiyou turned his head and said nothing, facing Jiuhui who was lying next to him.
"Junior is fine. Thank you Bu Xianzun for your concern." Jiu Hui covered her chest and managed to sit up. She spat out a mouthful of blood in front of everyone and wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand: "The injury is not serious. He probably won't die."
Bu Ting looked at her starry eyes and was lost in thought for a moment. Then he bent down slightly and stretched out his hand to Jiu Hui: "Can you still stand up?"
This hand was clean and slender, and his advanced cultivation allowed him to hide all the lines on his palm. This does not look like a living hand, but more like it is carved from white jade, delicate, noble and cold.
Almost everyone was stunned. No one expected that the aloof Jiutian Sect leader would bend down to help a little girl who fell to the ground. Even Nan Su, who was following Bu Ting, couldn't help showing a look of surprise. .
Zhiyou got up from the ground and patted the dust on his hands. He didn't seem to see Bu Ting's stretched out hand. He helped Jiu Hui stand up silently, then took out his handkerchief and wiped the dust off Jiu Hui's skirt. .
"This junior is stained with dust, and I dare not dirty your hands, the Immortal Lord." Jiu Hui smiled apologetically at Bu Ting.
A faint smile appeared on Bu Ting's face: "Yesterday, I heard your master called you Jiu Hui. I wonder which Jiu or which Hui?"
"Throw me a plum tree, and I will repay you with a beautiful nine." Jiu Hui raised her head and smiled at Bu Ting: "Anise with fennel beans."
"You gave me a plum tree, and you gave me Qiong Jiu in return..." Bu Ting looked slightly gloomy, took out a bottle of elixir and handed it to Jiu Hui: "This medicine is used to strengthen the body and strengthen the body, and take good care of the injury."
"Thank you Bu Xian Zun." Jiu Hui winked at Zhi You, who reached out to take the elixir and said thank you.
"As cultivators, you should not use your power to bully others, let alone bully the small with the big. If you bully the weak based on your cultivation level, how is it different from the evil heretics?" Bu Ting turned to look at the disciples of the Shenji Sect: "Nan Sui, send someone to investigate the deeds of Shenji Sect in recent years. If there is any harm to innocent people, we will inform the ten major sects and report it to Fuguang Hall and deal with it according to regulations."
"Yes, disciple, take the order."
Do you still need to report to Fuguang Hall?
The disciples of the Shenji Sect looked defeated. They bit the bullet and begged Bu Ting: "Please forgive me, Bu Xianzun!"
"Don't be afraid." Bu Ting's voice was gentle: "Jiutian Sect has always acted fairly. If your sect has not committed any evil deeds, your sect will naturally clear your name."
The top disciples of the Zhang Sect staggered. If they were really innocent, why would they ask the Jiutian Sect for mercy?
But facing Bu Xianzun's calm, almost gentle face, they did not dare to say a word.
With a pale face, the top disciple of the Zhang Sect took out two bottles of wound medicine and a bag of spirit stones, walked up to Jiu Hui, and bowed humiliatingly: "I accidentally hurt my Taoist friend, and I feel extremely guilty."
If he had known that Jiutian Sect would come out to support her, why would he provoke her?
I just hope that Bu Xianzun will let Shenjimen go for once because of his sincere admission of his mistakes.
"Fellow Taoist, your words are serious." Jiu Hui glanced at the apology in his hand: "I can't do it, I can't do it. Although I have suffered serious internal injuries, I absolutely dare not accept this apology. Please take it back, Friend Taoist." .”
Jiu Hui refused, but the eldest disciple of the Zhang sect did not dare to take it back. He even wanted to beg her to take it.
"Miss Jiuhui, we have offended you a lot, please forgive me." The other Shenji Sect disciples reacted and took out their goodies as apology.
"Oh, this is really..." Jiu Hui looked at Bu Ting with an embarrassed look on her face, holding her arms full of apology.
Bu Ting nodded slightly, and Jiu Hui reluctantly accepted it.
Seeing that he finally accepted the apology, the Shenji Sect disciples apologized repeatedly before pleading guilty and leaving.
Under absolute power, the most arrogant person can become the most polite gentleman. Because what they observe is not etiquette, but fear of the powerful.
"Little friend Jiu Hui, why don't you go to the banquet hall with us?" Bu Ting bent down to pick up a bottle of pill that fell on the ground and put it back in Jiu Hui's arms: "Please."
"But we still have to wait for our friends here, and we cannot go with the Immortal Lord." Jiu Hui refused innocently: "The Immortal Lord and fellow Taoist Nanshuo will go slowly."
"That's all." Bu Ting glanced at the grass nearby, his face not unhappy. He walked a few steps forward and suddenly stopped and looked at Jiu Hui: "Miss Jiu Hui, do you know Mu Qi?"
"Huh?" Jiu Hui looked back blankly: "What?"
"An old friend." Seeing Jiu Hui's ignorant look, Bu Ting raised his head and looked in the direction of the Demon Suppression Prison.
"Are you looking for her?" Jiu Hui lowered her head to sort out the apology in her arms: "How about I ask more questions for you in the future?"
"Her soul has returned to heaven and earth and is nowhere to be found." Bu Ting slowly closed his eyes: "Five hundred years have passed, and I'm afraid no one in the world will remember her name anymore."
"Immortal Lord, please... show your condolences." Jiu Hui saluted cautiously, as if she was afraid that she would say the wrong thing and make Bu Ting even more sad.
After hearing Jiu Hui's words, Bu Ting smiled bitterly, turned around and walked away slowly, his back extremely lonely.
Zhiyou looked up at the direction Bu Ting left, his eyes as dark as night.
"Half for you, half for me." Jiu Hui divided the things and saw Zhiyou staring at the back of Bu Tingxian Zun, and whispered in his ear: "Do you feel that Bu Ting Xian Zun has an air of immortality and elegance? dust?"
Zhiyou turned to look at her.
Jiu Hui stuffed half of the apology into his arms: "I just look young, but in fact I am nearly 700 years old, and I have reached the full level of Mahayana cultivation. It is normal to develop such a demeanor."
"How do you know he is nearly seven hundred years old?"
"You didn't read any of the records of the ten sect masters in the sect's library?" Jiu Hui said heartbroken: "Zhiyou, how could you not read such an important record?"
Zhiyou: "..."
Jiu Hui took two bottles of elixirs from his arms and a bag of spiritual stones, and said confidently: "This is your punishment for not carefully understanding the major sects before going out."
Zhiyou: "..."
He hasn't said anything yet.
Jiu Hui picked up a stone at her feet and threw it into the grass nearby: "Still not coming out?"
"Fairy Jiu Hui." Tao Er emerged from the grass and squeezed in front of Jiu Hui with a flattering smile on his face: "How did you know I was hiding in there?"
"With your elementary level of Qi refining, everyone knows you are squatting in the grass." Jiu Hui raised her eyebrows at him: "Why are you alone?"
"My father, my brother, and I will go together with Jade Immortal Lord, so I came to see you and grow up with Immortal Zhiyou." Tao Er smiled along with him: "Others only know that there is someone hiding in the grass, unlike you who knows whether it is me or the person hiding. Fairy, you are the most powerful."
The distance between the crazy twisted naughty kid and the sycophant is actually very close, so close that all he needs to do is give him a beating.
"Come on, hurry up." Jiu Hui glanced at the sky: "Let's go eat!"
Tao Er quickly followed: "Fairy, who do you think the Mu Qi that Bu Xianzun mentioned was? Why did he ask you if you know this person?"
"I don't know who Mu Qi is, but I know why he asked me." Jiu Hui stopped, turned to look at the two men following her, and then pointed at her face.
"Some men, when they see a young, lively and beautiful girl, they begin to miss the girl who once brought him good memories, and this girl must have left him or said goodbye to him in the best years." Jiu Hui smiled. , "What they miss is not the girl, but the beautiful yesterday they can't get back."
"So that's it." Tao Er suddenly realized: "It seems that the girl from Muqi and Bu Xianzun may have had a touching past."
"But..." Tao Er was confused again: "How are you sure that Mu Qi is a girl and not an old boyfriend?"
"Then he should ask Zhiyou instead of me." Jiu Hui pointed at her face: "My face looks like a man?!"
"It doesn't look like that. Fairy, you look like a spring dawn and your eyes are as bright as the stars and the moon. How can you look like a man?" Tao Er shook his head violently, very eager to survive.
"I know." Zhiyou, who had not spoken for a long time, suddenly said: "Muqi is the witch who made Bu Ting and Qiu Hua turn against each other."
Jiu Hui covered her ears and took two steps to the side: "That's not what I said. I didn't hear anything."
Tao Er also covered his ears: "I didn't say it, and I didn't hear it either."
The two of them looked at Zhiyou together, as if they were looking at a warrior.
Standing in the realm of Jiutian Sect, calling two immortals with the highest level of cultivation by their names, and daring to mention this past event that no one dares to talk about openly, Mr. Zhiyoulang, you are the true leader in the world of cultivation. King.
If you don't sing, you will be a blockbuster. Who can be bolder than you?
