Xianzun is collapsing every day

The shadow of the sword was still there, and the long sword trembled slightly as it was nailed to the wooden post, making a buzzing sound.

Lin Xu froze in place, and Mu Chuihan finally woke up from the dream, but there was still a trace of confusion in his voice: "Which senior brother's sword fell here?"

"Hmph, is your name senior brother?" A man in the uniform of an outer disciple snorted, looked eagerly at the younger man beside him, and said flauntingly: "If you want to get in touch with Mr. Mo, do you still want to have a relationship with him?" Not enough!"

The man called Mr. Mo had a smile on his face, and he didn't have a sword on his body. He was obviously the sword thrower just now.He didn't stop the servants around him from speaking embarrassingly, he made it clear that he was going to make trouble for them.

Lin Xu has a noble status in the world, and has never been so arrogantly ridden on the head. He couldn't help but choked back: "Mr. Mo, what kind of rare person is he? Who wants to make connections."

Mu Chuihan thought it was a bit interesting, he used to be carefully held by people wherever he went, but suddenly he was troubled by someone, so he was a little excited.

He said with great interest: "So you can't be called Senior Brother, passers-by, your swords are here."

He pointed to the wooden pillar, and pulled Lin Xu as if to leave.

"Wait." Mo Jiao finally stopped the two of them, and said slowly, "You don't think that if you break my sword tassel, you can still recognize yourself as a passer-by?"

Lin Xu frowned and said, "We don't know you at all. When did you destroy Jiansui?"

Zhao Jia, who was the first to taunt, carefully pulled the spirit sword from the wooden post and handed it back to Mo Jiao.

Mo Jiao caressed the spirit sword lightly: "Lin Xu, right? You were the one who cleaned the sword academy yesterday, and I left the sword tassel here. If I look for it again today, it's already broken, and it's still in the pile of trash. If it wasn't you, Why, who else could it be?"

Lin Xu remembered that he had indeed seen something that looked like Jiansui yesterday, but at that time Jiansui was already in tatters, so he cleaned it up in the trash pile.

"That sword ear is rotten!" Lin Xu said angrily, "Besides, why should I move a broken sword ear?"

Zhao Jia said: "This is not an ordinary sword spike, but a middle-grade spiritual weapon, which can strengthen the spirit sword. Who knows if you are jealous and have evil intentions?"

Lin Xu laughed angrily: "Don't say I don't know at all, I won't take it away if I'm really jealous? Do you want to break it and stay here to be questioned by you?"

Mo Jiao said calmly: "A middle-grade spiritual weapon is nothing in my family. But you have no repentance, so it's not good?"

The disciples next to him were all beginners, and they couldn't even touch the low-grade spiritual weapons. When they heard the middle-grade spirit weapons, they all gasped and looked at Mo Jiao one after another.

A few of them began to chime in: "This Jiansui is so precious, Junior Brother Lin Xu, you acted against the law when you just started, why don't you hurry up and apologize to Senior Brother Mo!"

Lin Xu saw that everyone turned to the side indiscriminately, his eyes were red with anger, and he was speechless.

But Mu Chuihan patted his hand, signaling him to take it easy.He came out and said, "Mr. Mo, a middle-grade spiritual weapon is really nothing, so you don't have to hold on to it."

When Mo Jiao said this, he intended to show off.Hearing that Mu Chuihan really didn't take it seriously, his face immediately changed: "Even if I'm nothing, it's not something you poor people from the world can touch casually. I didn't want to claim compensation, but Lin Xu refused to admit it. Of course I have to investigate to the end."

They were arguing, and the monks teaching at the Sword Academy finally arrived late.

Zhao Jia went up and filed a complaint, but Mo Jiao stood unhurriedly, as if he was sure that the attitude of the monks would favor them.

Lin Xu stepped forward to protest, but the other disciples in the Sword Academy were all talking to Mo Jiao, and the monk who taught the class really frowned, and said to Lin Xu: "You are so bold when you just started, how can you get it later?"

Lin Xu anxiously defended that he didn't do it, but was interrupted impatiently by the monk: "My Immortal Sect can't tolerate such a disciple. Today you compensated for the loss and apologized to Mo Jiao, and let this matter go. Otherwise, Hugh Blame me for telling the elder in charge to expel you from the outer gate."

Lin Xu's breath became short of breath. He had been well protected since he was a child, and he couldn't believe that there were such upside-down things in this world.

Seeing this, Mu Chuihan said leisurely: "How can you tell that Jiansui was destroyed by Lin Xu?"

Zhao Jia hurriedly said: "This kid didn't do it, could it be that Mr. Mo destroyed it himself? What's more, this kid even admitted that he threw Jiansui into the trash dump, who else could it be?"

The sword master also said, "Don't delay the lecture for such trivial matters. Lin Xu, you are limited to repay the sword spike spirit stone within one month, did you hear me?"

He seemed eager to end this matter as soon as possible. After finishing speaking, he led the surrounding outer disciples into the inner room, clearly not intending to meddle anymore.

There were only four people left in the outer courtyard for a while, Lin Xu was thrown into such a dark cauldron, and said angrily, "You actually colluded with them to frame me!"

Mo Jiao said indifferently: "Then Junior Brother Lin Xu, the middle-grade spirit weapon is not worth much, you only need to pay me five thousand spirit stones, and it will be over."

Lin Xu also only earned a little spirit stones by doing tasks last night, and now he can't even get fifty spirit stones, let alone five thousand.But the inner sect cultivator was obviously helping Mo Jiao, and he looked at Mu Chuihan in despair for a moment.

"Mr. Mo," Mu Chuihan smiled, "After all, Lin Xu did throw the sword spike. If you really value the five thousand spirit stones, we will have to pay for it."

Lin Xu hurriedly pulled the hem of his clothes, and said in a low voice, "You're crazy! Don't you believe that I didn't destroy Jiansui? Where can we get five thousand spirit stones?"

Mu Chuihan also whispered back: "It's okay, I can afford it."

"What are you going to pay for? Could it be—" Mo Jiao looked playfully at the handsome young man's face, and said in a strange tone, "Could it be you paying for it yourself?"

"You are shameless!" Lin Xu scolded immediately.

Mu Chuihan's tone was light: "Mr. Mo thinks highly of himself too much. It's just five thousand spirit stones. Are you starting to dream of Spring and Autumn?"

Mo Jiao was choked, and was about to continue talking when Mu Chuihan said, "Wait a minute, I'll go back to get the spirit stone right away."

Seeing that he didn't look like a liar, Lin Xu also showed a shocked expression.He originally thought that Fuyan also came from the human world, so he should be in a similar situation to him, but why did he seem to have a lot of spiritual stones?

Mu Chuihan tried his best to speed up his pace, went back to the dormitory, and when he stepped into the Sword Academy again, he could still hear Lin Xu arguing with Mo Jiao and Zhao Jia, but it seemed that he was obviously at a disadvantage.

He couldn't help but be thankful that he came back in time and pulled Lin Xu back on the eve of his collapse.

"Here." Mu Chuihan handed over a set of red clothes.

"Any kind of clothes..." Zhao Jia's first reaction was to belittle the clothes, but he didn't expect Mo Jiao to look at the clothes with a flash of surprise in his eyes.

Mo Jiao was born in a family, so he naturally knew that this dress was worth more than five thousand spirit stones.He just couldn't figure out why the mortals in the lower realm could take out clothes made of spirit cloth.

Could it be that the background of Fuyan is much deeper than he imagined?

He was still hesitating, but Mu Chuihan said with a light smile, "Is this enough compensation?"

The sound of the guqin, which is like flowing water, came, and a swordsmanship class ended temporarily.The disciples who were in class came out one after another, and the sword master who was teaching couldn't help frowning when he saw that they were still in place.

Before Mo Jiao could answer, Mu Chuihan changed into a cute and pitiful face in an instant: "This clothes will be paid to Mr. Mo, it's a pity, it's a pity..."

As he spoke, mist filled his eyes, which condensed into teardrops, hanging in the corners of his eyes, not yet falling.

Mo Jiao panicked for no reason, and rebuked, "What are you doing?"

Mu Chuihan closed his eyes slightly, as if enduring the pain of thousands of arrows in his heart, he said in a low voice: "It's a pity, Mr. Tingyun will never see me wearing the clothes I met when I first met."