Tanhualu

"Yang Jin! You've got a lot of patience! Beat up your classmates and disrupt the dining room, do you still have rules in your eyes!" Meng Yuechan pointed at Yang Jin angrily and cursed.

Yang Jin pressed his left shoulder in pain, his face was pale, he gritted his teeth and stared at her, cold sweat broke out from his forehead.

Previously, Yang Jin never thought that Meng Yuechan would appear suddenly, let alone that the other party would suddenly attack and slap him mercilessly.

This palm she received really sincerely.

If he really opened up his posture and made gestures, Yang Jin might not have lost to Meng Yuechan, who was a major disciple of the Xuanyuan School, but with such a sudden blow, Yang Jin was hit without any suspense.At this moment, she only felt the pain in the place where the left shoulder was injured by the palm wind, which was almost broken.

Unfortunately, Meng Yuechan not only hurt her, but also scolded her indiscriminately.

"Senior Sister Meng! This kid is bullying too much! Not only did he beat up a few junior brothers, but look, he beat Senior Brother Ding's head to the point of bleeding! This is clearly bullying our Xuanyuan Sect! Senior sister, you have to give everyone Make the decision!" The tall disciple surnamed Zhang jumped out at this moment when he did not know where he was hiding to practice Taipingquan, and he knew very well what it means for the wicked to sue first.

Hearing this, Meng Yuechan's eyes became more and more fierce, and she pointed at Yang Jin angrily: "Your surname is Yang! Do you think our Xuanyuan faction is easy to bully!"

"No!" Yang Jin endured the pain in his shoulder and said loudly, "It was they... who bullied me first! They said..."

"Nonsense!" Meng Yuechan interrupted Yang Jin abruptly, and said sharply, "My Xuanyuan sect disciples have always been obedient, and the brothers and sisters are even more harmonious. Nothing like this has ever happened! It must be you! It must be you! The one who provoked all the brothers and sisters!"

"No!" Yang Jin eagerly defended himself, "Ask other people present, they can see clearly..."

"Of course they can see clearly!" Meng Yuechan forbade her to say more, "They all see clearly that you are the first to bully others, so why don't you beat them one by one?"

"I..." Yang Jin was angry.

"And your kung fu," Meng Yuechan didn't allow her to say more, "Who did you learn Xiaoyao Zhang from? And the Xuanyuan School's heart method! Hmph! If I remember correctly, the master didn't confiscate you as a disciple, did he? There isn't any elder in the sect who takes a fancy to you, right?"

Meng Yuechan's voice was suddenly cold: "Your surname is Yang, you dare to steal art!"

Yang Jin's heart suddenly shrank.Although she is young, she also knows what the word "stealing art" means.It must be known that all sects and sects regard the unique knowledge of this sect as a treasure, and if they can't learn from a master, they will learn it. If it goes too far, the disciples of this sect will have a reason to abolish this person's cultivation base martial arts, and even kill him .People in the rivers and lakes live on the knife's edge every day, how can they let their exquisite skills fall into the hands of others?Stealing art is like stealing life.

"I didn't steal art!" Yang Jin hurriedly said.

"Didn't steal?" Meng Yuechan stared at her sadly, "Then where did you learn the martial arts of the Xuanyuan School?"

"I..." Yang Jin concluded.

She can't say that she learned martial arts from the owner of Wanyue Villa since she was a child, can she?

In that case, Meng Yuechan would definitely ask: "Who is the owner of Wanyue Villa?"

Not to mention that Yang Jin herself doesn't know who the owner of Wanyue Villa is, but based on what she heard and saw in Wanyue Villa since she was a child, it is so unusual, what if there is something ulterior? ?What if... What if Wanyue Villa has an unspeakable secret?Even, what if Wanyue Villa is the place to confront the government and the imperial court?

As long as she could remember, Aunt Hong had told her time and time again not to deal with officials in her life.Yang Jin still didn't know the reason, but now that he thinks about it, could it be that Wanyue Villa itself is a place that cannot be known by others?

If she told Meng Yuechan about the Wanyue Mountain Villa and was heard by the spectators around, it would be impossible to guarantee that the owner and foster mother would not be involved. Wouldn't it be putting them in danger?

These thoughts flashed through Yang Jin's mind, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Anyway, I didn't steal!"

"Hehe!" Meng Yuechan sneered coldly, "It's not about stealing skills, so is your Xuanyuan School kung fu a natural?"

The young disciples who were watching nearby burst into laughter when they heard this.

Yang Jin blushed, met Meng Yuechan's eyes, and said loudly, "I didn't steal!"

Meng Yuechan snorted, and grabbed Yang Jin's shirt by the shoulders: "I don't have time to listen to your sophistry! Let's go! Go kneel in the ancestral hall of the patriarch! When the master comes back, I will naturally have something to ask you!"

The wound on Yang Jin's shoulder was touched fiercely by her, and it hurt bitterly. Her face turned pale again, and she struggled to say: "I'm right! I won't kneel!"

She naturally knew what it meant to "go to the patriarch's ancestral hall and kneel".

"Hmph! This matter is beyond your control!" Meng Yuechan was unmoved, and still pulled at her clothes.

Yang Jin struggled harder and harder.

Meng Yuechan's thoughts moved. Although she knew that she had hurt this kid, she was still concerned about this kid's cultivation.She had rushed here a long time ago, quietly watching Yang Jin's fight with all the disciples, she really felt that Yang Jin's martial arts were unfathomable... Well, at least in her opinion.She could understand some of them, but she couldn't understand some of them. Moreover, she had a faint feeling that Yang Jin himself didn't use some moves very well, and hadn't exerted their great power yet.

Based on this, Meng Yuechan didn't dare to be careless, so she came up with a plan, lowered her voice, and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Ms. Niang values ​​you so much, and everyone is watching, don't you think it's not enough to embarrass her?"

Hearing this, Yang Jin really froze, and only stared at Meng Yuechan angrily, but followed her, and was dragged out of the dining hall by her.

In the ancestral hall of the ancestors.

Meng Yuechan threw Yang Jin's slender body on the ground, pointed at the futon beside her, and said sharply, "Kneel there! Wait for Master to come back, and then you can tell the truth yourself!"

Yang Jin didn't want to offend her anymore, he pulled the clothes that had been twisted by her, and he really knelt on the futon, but his upper body was very straight, and he refused to show weakness.

Meng Yuechan snorted coldly, secretly thinking that you will suffer from it in the future, let's be proud now!

She left Yang Jin behind, turned around and left, and locked the gate of the Patriarch's Ancestral Hall.

There was a "bang" sound of closing the door, followed by a "click" and "click" sound of locking the door. After that, the surrounding gradually became quiet.

Yang Jin's heart also calmed down because of this.

She tensed her body and knelt on the futon, recalling the scenes that happened in the dining hall before, and a sense of disgust suddenly arose in her heart.

She has been suffering from fetal poison since she was a child. Whether she is with Granny Yao or in Wanyue Villa, treating illnesses, studying medicine, and practicing martial arts all require great efforts and hardships to persevere. Therefore, she has never been afraid of suffering.

However, what happened today cannot be described by the word "hardship".She deeply felt that her dignity was seriously offended——

They said she was some kind of "Mr. Rabbit", that she "steal art", that she "bullyed people"...these were no less than an insult to her personality.

Physical suffering, the difficulty of survival, no matter how hard it is, she can grit her teeth and survive; but, when she is insulted and wronged, no matter how comfortable and worry-free her life is at the moment, Her heart couldn't take it anymore.

Thinking of this, Yang Jin couldn't help clenching the fist hanging on the side of his leg.

However, as soon as the left hand was exerted force, it involved the injury on the shoulder, and it started to hurt.

Yang Jin let go of his palms dejectedly, took a big breath, and let out a long breath.In the nasal cavity, there is a faint scent of sandalwood.It was the usual smell in ancestral halls, the smell of freshly burnt joss sticks.

At this moment, she thought of looking at the surrounding environment——

In front of her eyes, half a foot away, was a row of wide and long confessions. At the front was the incense burner and the candlestick with white butter candles; After that, there are more than a dozen feet high jade tablets, each with a row of ink-colored writing carved on it.

Yang Jin took a closer look and found that these were actually the tablets of the elders of the Xuanyuan Sect, his expression could not help but shudder.

Here, it seems to be two worlds compared to those ignorant teenagers outside.

Yang Jin stared at the dozen or so jade tablets, feeling an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

She lost her relatives in her infancy, suffered all kinds of torture from strange poisons, and studied medicine for many years, seeing birth, old age, sickness and death a lot.She thought that her heart, which had been beating for more than ten years, had already seen through the matters of life and death.However, standing in this ancestral hall, looking at the names on these tablets, I think that when they were alive, they also had outstanding martial arts, smashed the rivers and lakes, and had love, hate, ignorance, and anger, but now they have already turned into A handful of loess, I don't know where the soul has drifted away...

Yang Jin, a small person, let out a long sigh, and suddenly felt that he had lived in the world for decades, why?What's missing?And why come?

She recalled what Granny Yao said to her many times after treating patients: "Jin'er, look at these people more, and experience more of them, so that you can understand more... life and death, It’s the one that makes people feel the most.”

Yang Jinfu sighed again, raised his head slightly and looked up again.

On the top, which is also the most honorable place in the entire ancestral hall, there are three portraits enshrined——

The one in the middle is a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing Gesi Taoist robe and fat jade Taoist crown. He has a clear face and extraordinary appearance, like a fairy.

Yang Jin guessed that he was the founder of Xuanyuan Sect.

On the left side of the portrait is a young woman with a gentle demeanor and a sense of obsession. She is wearing a jade white Taoist robe, and she is shaking the dust with her hands. There is still a gentle smile on the corner of her mouth, which makes people feel close to her when she looks at it. .

Yang Jin heard about the origin of the Xuanyuan Sect, and guessed that this is the second generation head of the Xuanyuan Sect.It is said that she was the young master of a certain martial arts master in the previous dynasty. She was once a close friend of Emperor Gaozu of this dynasty and rescued Emperor Gaozu in distress several times.Because of this, the Xuanyuan faction is rumored to have a lot of connections with the Tian family.

And nothing attracts Yang Jin's attention more than the person in the painting on the right.

Qingfeng's three-foot sword is awe-inspiring and inviolable.She was dressed plainly, with a tall and tall body, and a waterfall of black hair was simply tied up with a wooden hairpin and tied on the top of her head.And her facial features...

Yang Jin was stunned.

No matter how she looked at the face of the person in the painting, she felt familiar.