shock!The big sister is crazy to criticize the villain

Yun Mingzong in the realm of cultivating immortals.

Shen Xiuran stood outside the hall, hesitated for a long time, and finally walked in.

"Master."

He was dressed in a white Taoist robe with golden patterns, with black hair tied into a crown, and his face was as white as jade.

Master Xianyun didn't say a word.

Flipping through the scroll in his hand, his expression was flat, with mixed emotions.

In the silence of the hall, only the rustling of scrolls could be heard.

Shen Xiuran always kept his head bowed and fists folded, waiting for Master Xianyun to speak.

The atmosphere condensed a little bit, and the time gradually passed. He swallowed his dry throat, and sweat subconsciously broke out on his back.

Finally, Master Xianyun stopped what he was doing.

Raising his eyelids lightly, he said, "Senior brother Yun Mingzong puts on airs quite a bit."

Shen Xiuran was startled, and hurriedly said, "Disciple dare not."

"Hmph, what else are you afraid of?"

Master Xianyun's face was gloomy, he snorted coldly, and threw out the scroll in his hand.

With a sound of "Pa-ta--", the scroll rolled down at Shen Xiuran's feet, and the long scroll unfolded, revealing the densely packed characters inside.

Seeing what was written on it, Shen Xiuran's pupils shrank suddenly, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and he raised his head to look at Master Xianyun's face in astonishment.

Seeing his gloomy face and cold eyes, Shen Xiuran hurriedly said nervously: "Master, this disciple doesn't know about it."

"Don't know?"

Master Xianyun sat up straight, squinted his eyes, looked at him and sneered, "You are the senior brother of Yun Mingzong, and you are responsible for all the affairs of the sect, so how could you not know about it?"

"Now you are doing very well. The whole sect is looking forward to you kicking me down and ascending to the position of head."

Shen Xiuran's heart skipped a beat at the eccentric words.

He knelt down with a "slap", "Master, the heavens can learn from my disciple's loyalty. You must not condemn your disciple just because of others' few words."

After finishing speaking, he kowtowed three times.

The sound of "bang bang" was very clear in the silent hall.

When he raised his head, there was already a blood mark on his forehead.

The blood flowed down slowly, blurring the vision in front of him. Shen Xiuran raised his head and looked at the blurred silhouette in front of him, "Don't you know what kind of person a disciple is?"

Master Xianyun didn't speak, but glanced up and down at him sharply.

His gaze was cold, as if looking at an insignificant object.

The heart was beating wildly nervously, beads of sweat rolled from his forehead, Shen Xiuran panted lightly, and looked at Master Xianyun with hope.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and one could clearly hear a needle falling quietly in the hall.

Master Xianyun did not speak for a long time.

Shen Xiuran's heart slowly rose to his throat.

Master Xianyun has been guarding him more and more strictly in the past two years, and he doesn't want to let him touch many things.

In order to restore his image in Xianyun's heart, he tried his best to get back a pot of 500-year-old spiritual fruit from Yaoling Mountain, just to please him.

Unexpectedly, it was self-defeating.

Master Xianyun began to suspect that he had ulterior motives and wanted to seek power and usurp the throne.

Once the seeds of doubt are planted, they only have to germinate and grow.

In the past, Bai Qingyue had been left to take care of the affairs, so he didn't think anything of it.

It wasn't until now that he was in this position that he realized how difficult Bai Qingyue's situation was.

In fact, he was very dissatisfied that his master handed over all the affairs of the sect to Bai Qingyue.

After all, in terms of talent, he is a single spirit root of the wind system, with outstanding talent, and in terms of qualifications, he entered the sect a few years earlier than Bai Qingyue.

Therefore, in the first few years, he was very unconvinced, and even intentionally or unintentionally tripped Bai Qingyue.

But now, he finally understood the reason why Master Xianyun did what he did in the first place.

It is precisely because Bai Qingyue's talent is not high, and she has no support, so she can't pose any threat, that's why Master Xianyun uses her so reassuringly.

But he, with superior talent and backed by the Shen family, a family of cultivators, is a great threat in the eyes of Master Xianyun.

He never realized this truth.

It wasn't until today, when he was struggling, that Shen Xiuran suddenly realized that what the master wanted was not the heir of the sect, but a puppet that he could manipulate.

Fortunately, he was still complacent at the beginning and wanted to express himself wholeheartedly.

Now it has become a hidden danger.

Just when Shen Xiuran was extremely remorseful, Master Xianyun suddenly said leisurely: "Xiu Ran."

Different from the cold and stern tone just now, this time the tone is extra friendly.

But the more it was like this, the more Shen Xiuran felt his hair stand on end.

A bad premonition suddenly emerged in my heart.

Sure enough, in the next second, he heard Master Xianyun say, "Didn't the An family pay tribute to some fruit trees with spiritual fruits? I don't worry about the other disciples. Why don't you go to the Miscellaneous Peak for me to have a look."

This sentence undoubtedly put him in the cold palace.

It sounds like he was asked to go to Handyman Peak to work with those lowly outer disciples.

A basin of cold water was poured down suddenly, and Shen Xiuran suddenly felt as if he was in an ice cellar, he was confused and didn't know why.

"What? You don't want to?"

It was a very plain sentence, but it contained a faint threat.

Shen Xiuran suddenly woke up, finally found his voice, bowed his head and cupped his fists, and said with difficulty, "Yes, disciple...obey."

The last two words were squeezed extremely jerky.

He only felt bitterness in his mouth, but he didn't dare to say any disobedient words, his head gradually buried lower, and he took half a step back, "Disciple leave."

When he walked out, his back looked a lot of vicissitudes.

He didn't know, the moment he turned around, Master Xianyun's eyes suddenly became indifferent.

He had worked so hard to get to this position that he would never allow anyone to threaten him.

Not even if it was his apprentice.

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Handyman Peak

An outer disciple was standing in the spiritual field, busy weeding the spiritual field with a sickle, when he looked up and saw Shen Xiuran walking in with a burden on his back.

"Big...big brother."

He was a little stunned, he obviously didn't expect Shen Xiuran to appear in this place, he stood up quickly, at a loss, and stuttered a bit.

Shen Xiuran lowered his eyebrows and said in a low voice: "Master is worried about you, let me take a look."

Hearing this, the disciple became even more nervous. His whole body was tense, and he pointed stiffly at the few fruit trees that had just been moved in recently, "These are all tributes from the affiliated families of the sect, so I dare not neglect."

Shen Xiuran nodded silently, without speaking.

Obviously not in a good mood.

The disciple watched his expression carefully, and found that his expression suddenly became more and more ugly, and he couldn't help but thump in his heart.

Could it be that the elder brother is dissatisfied with the fruit trees he planted?

Or was it discovered that he secretly picked a fruit from the fruit tree every day as a snack?

This thought immediately frightened him to turn pale, and he almost knelt down when his legs gave way.

He just said that paper cannot contain fire.

Never take chances.

This is all right, it's all over.

To be expelled from the division.

"Master... Senior Brother?"

His voice became trembling.