The whole comprehension world is fighting for vicious idiots

When the first follower yelled "Idiot", Chu Hongyue looked surprised when her chin hit the ground the next second.

Unlike the black-clothed boy who had his back to Duan Ling and his group, she could see them when she sat across from her.

He was just startled by the result of the servant's jaw suddenly hitting the ground, and he didn't realize what happened, so he was stunned.

But when Duan Ling looked arrogantly, when another follower blatantly attacked the little fool, Chu Hongyue didn't react slowly, and she immediately attacked the other party as soon as he raised his hand.

In the next second, he was blocked by Duan Ling who was also prepared.

As the gang qi confronted each other, Chu Hongyue found that she was completely invincible. She immediately turned her strength into her palms and used her other hand as a knife to attack.

Luoyue Villa encourages competition among disciples, but everything must be done under the premise of the rules. Two of the rules are extremely restrictive for Chu Hongyue. First, magic weapons are not allowed to be used indoors. use force.

With such a big competition and at least one challenge to each other every day, the disciples must exchange ideas. Therefore, in the actual implementation of the second rule, as long as the magic weapon is not used and the disturbance is not too big, it is not considered as the use of force.

Duan Lingxiu was higher than Chu Hongyue, and Chu Hongyue was the one who provoked him first, but Chu Hongyue couldn't draw his sword due to the rules. He immediately cursed at Yu Luoxiaotai's strict and rigid rules, but he was more cautious on the surface.

Chu Hongyue was blocked by Duan Ling, so she could only hope that Zhao Ye would find out in time, otherwise, a fool like Xiaopangdun might not be able to withstand the monk's palm.

"Ah—" there was a scream.

The shrillness of this scream belonged to a man who had just passed the voice change period.

Chu Hongyue thought that it was probably not that little fool, but she was also anxious.

Duan Ling's offensive did not decrease but increased, forcing Chu Hongyue to retreat, and immediately went to see the situation over there.

The next second was a more miserable howl, and a strange noise.

There was an indescribable feeling shrouded in this voice, not to mention Duan Ling, even Chu Hongyue looked over there immediately without any intention of fighting.

It was strange to see that the boy in black was still sitting there, eating cold food very slowly.

When he eats, he is different from anyone else, as if he is not eating, but practicing, he is serious and focused, with an indescribable sense of weirdness and disobedience.

"Ah—" There was another scream, which made goosebumps stand on end, as if it was so painful that he lost his voice halfway.

Chu Hongyue shuddered when she heard this, and blinked blankly before she could see the picture in front of her clearly.

Behind the black-clothed boy who was eating seriously, and on top of the servant whose chin was on the ground, there was another servant kneeling, who was the one who attacked the little fool just now.

His kneeling posture is very strange, straight, with the back of his neck and back, and his teeth are clinking too hard, like a live fish being scaled, his right hand and right arm are raised high, folded back into a A strange angle.

click!

"Ah—" The low-pitched scream seemed to have lost its voice due to the extreme pain, but it rang out again because of a higher level of pain, and then disappeared faster, but the pain continued.

But the strange thing is that no one is holding him behind him, and no external force is treating his twisted arm.

Even Duan Ling was caught by that indescribable scream, and couldn't help shivering. His expression was extremely cold, and he stared at the strange scene in front of him without blinking.

Everyone in the cafeteria was made to stand up by the painful cry, and they felt chills and stood up with their throats dry.

They compete with each other on weekdays, and they are almost used to broken arms and limbs of this degree. The pain is nothing. They are monks and not mortals. There are many medicines that can repair trauma in a short time.

However, no one would be so painful as that person, making that kind of sound, as if, it was not the limbs that were broken and twisted, but the sensitive and fragile soul.

who is it?who did it

Everyone's eyes wandered around, and they fell on the black-clothed boy who was still concentrating on eating while his back was turned to that person.

The young man's broken hair covered it slightly, and the expression on his side face was very calm, like Su Qiu's white cold night, his dark eyes like cold pools were bottomless, giving his expression an overly calm and focused indifference.

It seemed that he could only do one thing at a time, that there could only be one thought in the world, that sense of inhuman purity.

Chu Hongyue froze there with difficulty.

From the very first glance, this boy gave people a feeling that was different from everyone in this world. That kind of calmness and concentration that ignored the world made him feel like a passer-by, but he never had such an intuitive feeling at any moment. He seemed... not human.

As long as the hazy layer of anxiety is pierced, the truth will spread across the whole world like sea water, and a dark and unknown shadow of terror will envelop.

"Ah—" hoarse and horribly screamed, the pain that had almost reached its limit was still piling up, and this time it was the other arm that was broken backwards.

The man was speechless, looking at Duan Ling with his loose and desperate eyes, which opened silently.

——save...save...

The other followers swallowed, looked at the back of the boy in black in horror, and couldn't help but take two steps back.

"It's him! He did it!"

"What kind of Taoism is this?"

"What the hell did he do?"

Someone tried to muster up the courage to help the servant, but as soon as he touched the other person, the pain of the servant seemed to increase countless times, and he screamed and refused to run away.

The others looked anxiously at Duan Ling: "Master!"

Duan Ling's face was gloomy, and he looked at the boy in black coldly: "What did you do?"

The boy in black didn't speak, he ate very slowly, and finally finished his meal.

But that's not because of the slowness of enjoying the food, and the cold food is not delicious at all, it's more like he completed a ritual step by step, just like they finished meditation.

No matter whether he was eating, putting down his chopsticks, or rinsing, every step he took was orderly, calm and natural, reminiscent of the comprehension royal family that existed for a long time and disappeared for a long time.

But at this moment, no one is in the mood to care whether his etiquette and manner are expensive.

From the moment he put down the chopsticks, everyone's heart was lifted silently, and the air gradually became thinner.

The black-clothed boy didn't get up, he finally turned to look behind him, the movement wasn't very slow, but it was slower than calm.

There is a kind of heart-numbing rhythm that makes people not want to watch it anymore, as if they will see an extremely terrifying picture.

He turned around with his eyes downcast, expressionless, looking at the distorted person on the ground, his overly calm expression made the dignified dignity in that handsome face very clear, many people seemed to understand his appearance for the first time .

Then, those eyes raised slowly, and from the moment he started to look back, everyone seemed to be strangled by a kind of nightmare, forced to see the horror they didn't want to see.

That dignified and dignified face, so calm and even upright, the moment he raised his eyes, the whole person's temperament was slightly distorted, and the bottomless eyes seemed to crawl out of the magma of the abyss cursed by the ghost. up.

The existence that seems to be dead, and has always been dead is finally alive.

The boy's face was too quiet and dignified, even with this expression, he was still "calm" as always.

But those eyes, the sick air filled with countless twisted desires, the extremely cold and extremely cold dead air, looked at them calmly and pitifully.

Like, the boundless falling sky.

"It's noisy."

Duan Ling has seen the demon clan that is becoming a threat to the entire cultivation world, and even met a demon king head-on, but the danger of wanton arrogance exposed is not as cold as the calm look of this person in front of him.

It was as if, in the next moment, all of them would die, completely disappearing as if they had never existed.

Chu Hongyue broke out in cold sweat.

"Ah—" Finally, after the other arm of the man was twisted and broken, he fell down and passed out.

"Help! Zhao Ye is possessed!"

"He's enchanted!"

"Go and call the steward!"

call!All the lights flickered without wind at that moment, as if the soul lamp was about to go out.

The Nanming Lantern in Yuluoxiaotai in the cultivation world will never go out. Legend has it that the oil made from the bones of a shark monster in the deep sea will not go out for 1 years.

The little panda was also trembling: [Yetan Yetan!The master is not good!The master is sick!Owner……】

It can't say at all, can't describe the feeling of that moment, because it, like those people, feels that it is going to die soon.

Even, the moment Zisang Junyan got up, he closed his eyes in fear.

Snapped.

The moment the candle was extinguished, the whole world seemed to enter an eternal silence.

Cold, tired, meaningless, not even a long sleep, gradually sinking and suffocating.

But, pop!

Like a hallucination, the moment the light came back on, all feelings disappeared.

The black-clothed boy was still sitting there without moving, but his posture seemed to be about to get up.

It's just that the little fool who was sitting next to him in a daze seemed to finally feel impatient.

The crackling sound was the sound of cups and cups of porcelain on the table breaking.

The little fool lost his temper, swept away the cup, and lay on the boy in black, as round as pearl rice balls, with his arms wrapped around the boy's shoulders.

The moment the light came back on, Duan Ling realized the absurdity just now. He ran away in fright because of Zhao Ye's glance.

It must be that the other party used some heresy technique, just like Immortal Wu Tun's mind technique, which was specifically aimed at the monk's conscious state of mind.

Duan Ling had already fled ten paces away, and a burst of shame and shame suddenly surged in his heart. He was actually frightened and fled without fighting in front of his opponent.

While no one noticed, the unbelievable anger made him make a move without thinking.

He turned around and saw Zhao Ye who had suddenly stopped moving because the fool hugged his neck from behind, and immediately used all his cultivation to hit him.

boom!

Tables, chairs, and the ground were all shattered.

The crowd fleeing in panic stopped for a moment because of this.

"Zhao Ye has fallen into a demon! Blatantly violating the rules, he made a killing move on his fellow disciples without authorization during the sparring! What are you still doing? Go and call the steward!"

The young man sat quietly in the ruins, his bright and lonely face was stained with a little dust, and blood flowed from the corner of his lips, but his face was calm and peaceful.

He didn't hide.

On the back, there is a familiar temperature.

It vaguely seemed that a long time ago, someone had embraced him like this in Ten Thousand Swords.

Three thousand sword intents piercing his body were too cold, he never knew what kind of temperature it was.

Now I know, it's very warm.

……

"...Because of a little quarrel, in the informal challenge, Zhao Ye shattered six arms of the same door, and injured the opponent's soul, leaving irreparable damage. Not cooperating, and showing no sign of remorse. He was ordered to be locked up for three days. Everyone should take this as a warning.”

"...Why? They were the ones who started the provocation, and they actually attacked a mortal with no cultivation!"

Some people feel bad for Zhao Ye.

But Duan Ling was not convinced.

"...It's only been three days of confinement! My people are just playing a joke on his people. They are so ruthless that they hurt people's primordial spirit. I'm afraid that person will not be able to cultivate to a high level in the future."

"...Don't forget, you violated the rules and openly used martial arts indoors. Although you didn't use a magic weapon, you are much higher than Zhao Ye. If you hit that palm, if you change someone else, you may be smashed to pieces. If you talk about fairness , you should also be locked up together."

Duan Ling knew well that Feng Buyu asked him to target Zhao Ye, but the attitude of the higher-ups seemed to be to protect Zhao Ye. This person might not be as simple as he thought.

That person was weird and didn't know what kind of Taoism he came from, but he didn't die after receiving a palm with [-]% of his cultivation. Judging from the ruthless attitude of this person today, his hatred may have been forged.

Duan Ling didn't doubt that the other party was Moxiu, and he was not stupid. If the person who passed Elder Yuli's face was Moxiu, he would take Elder Yuli as someone, and Yu Luo Xiaotai as some place ?

In any case, the result of the processing is like this.

Everyone can at most say a few words of indignation, and forget it.

However, when the boy in black came out of the confinement room three days later, a vacuum zone was formed around him visible to the naked eye.

Some people were frightened by Duan Ling and did not dare to contact the young man who offended Duan Ling.

However, more people are because of fear.

There were many people in the cafeteria that day, and many people saw the miserable state of Duan Ling's servant.

Although the other party's attack on a fool was disgusting, they also felt that Zhao Ye's reaction was a little too big.

Too crazy.

YouQi later learned that the attendant had only broken his arms on the surface, but actually injured his soul.

It's just a little fool, and he wasn't really injured, so how could he destroy people's foundation?

Some people fueled the flames, and public opinion slowly changed.

"You don't know, I was so close that day, Zhao Ye's eyes... I can't describe it, but I still have nightmares when I think about it in the middle of the night, he seems...not just to that person, he seems to want to It's like killing us all."

"Have you ever observed his eyes? When he walked past us, it seemed that we were not in those eyes at all, as if we didn't exist, not like him, he looked at..."

Zhao Ye is not like a human being.

Whether it was those who were close to him or those who were afraid of him, almost everyone felt the same——Zhao Ye had a distinctly inhuman feeling.

In the past, it was just a vague feeling, but the madness in the cafeteria completely confirmed this feeling.

After the confinement ended, everyone avoided him intentionally or unintentionally.

Chu Hongyue still remembered the other party's help at that time. When Zhao Ye was in confinement, thinking that because he didn't let go, the little fool was imprisoned with him, so she specially sent a few bigu pills, cleaning charms and some wound medicine.

However, when Zhao Ye came out of the confinement room, even she didn't dare to talk to him like before.

Those people's words were not wrong, even Chu Hongyue dreamed of being killed by Zhao Ye when she had a nightmare at midnight.

She also felt that the other party's shot was a bit out of proportion.

It's not that Chu Hongyue has never seen a madman, but she has never seen a madman who is so calm and indifferent on the surface, with a calm face from beginning to end.

It's like another creature whose standard of existence is different from theirs.

Chu Hongyue just didn't get close to her, she didn't do it as badly as those people did, she treated that person as if she deliberately isolated her.

She was just, just scared.

In this guilty and fearful state of mind, Chu Hongyue turned to get closer to that little fool.

The specific manifestation is that when Zhao Ye goes out, let someone take care of him, and don't let other people bully the little fool.

However, with Zhao Ye going crazy that time, no one would bully that fool if he had nothing to do.

Just because you don't dare to bully, doesn't mean you really don't provoke.

Luoyue Mountain Villa will send away those who are at the bottom of the list every once in a while. No one knows where they went, but everyone knows that they don't want to be the ones sent away.

In this high-intensity life of fighting, constantly practicing, constantly challenging and eliminating others, and constantly accepting tasks to accumulate contribution points, everyone is under great pressure.

At the beginning, monks train their bodies, and then cultivate their mental states. Therefore, the faster they practice in the early stage, the more loopholes in their mental states. The rules of Luoyue Villa are many and detailed. Internal friction for no reason, especially when the ranking in the later stage matches the level of cultivation, the higher ranks cannot challenge the lower ranks, and the lower ranks can challenge the lower ranks, but there is a clear distinction between the high ranks and the low ranks during non-combat times, and everyone has a backlog of mental problems.

At this time, there is a great need for them to relieve stress.

Therefore, a mortal, a fool who doesn't need to do anything every day, someone will prepare the best things for him, and picks and chooses, is extremely conspicuous in the eyes of many people.

The ranking of the boy in black is rising steadily, especially the servant whose arm was broken by him can follow Duan Ling. His cultivation level and ranking are not low, but he is easily suppressed by him. With his strength, he is already sure to enter the inner sect. The jealous man who was blocked didn't dare to look at him, so he secretly went to talk to the fool he raised while he was away.

Vent a few bad words, and the mood can be much more carefree.

Anyway, fools don't understand, and they won't complain, and they didn't say anything, just tell the truth.

"...No matter how powerful it is, it's a pity that there is a drag bottle."

"...It's too wasteful for a fool to eat a top-grade spiritual plant, it's all fat into a ball."

If it was possible to provoke this idiot into friction with Zhao Ye, with an idiot behind his back, Zhao Ye would have to work a lot harder.

"...Your brother will not want you if he enters the inner gate."

"...We monks will live young for a long, long time. In a few years, you will become stupid and old."

"...Your brother doesn't treat you well at all. He is cold every day and never chats with you. It's not like we play with you every day."

Ye Tan sat on the edge of Lin Zhi's field basking in the sun, holding the flower pot with only one bud in his arms.

On the surface, he looked blank in a daze.

In fact, it does.

The little panda was lying in the flower pot, feeling a little worried: [The owner is very wrong, something is wrong when he comes out of the door of karma.This time he seems to kill everyone, is it because the soldier's solution is not complete, is he possessed? 】

But the usual Zisang Junyan is very normal, he looks the same as 800 years ago, he still remembers his name is Zisang Junyan, even the name Zhao Ye.

Yetan: Does he want to fight again?

The little panda is struggling: [I think, this time, he may want to conquer the whole world. 】

Zisang Junyan raised his eyes in the cafeteria, even Tianshu felt chills thinking about it.

But Ye Tan didn't see it.

Ye Tan said slowly: "Hasn't he done it yet?"Let's wait until he actually does it.

The little panda was even more worried, not only the owner, Ye Tan also had a problem.

For Ye Tan, the most important thing right now is how to get rid of the ten thousand years of cultivation accumulated on his body.

However, the reason for the Phantom Pole was that a bottle of Life Spring couldn't be filled in, and he couldn't get more cultivation, and he didn't have time to create a second Phantom Pole in a short time.

The bud in the flower pot is half-dead, and Ye Tan comes to bask in the sun every day to hope that it will have a better appetite, eat more cultivation, and grow into a big tree as soon as possible, but it has not eaten enough. Sang Junyan feeds it many.

"...Little fool, next time you see someone fighting with your brother, you hug him from behind like last time in the cafeteria..."

"...It's too surprising that Zhao Ye was not killed by Duan Ling's palm."

"...If you are held back a few more times, it will happen sooner or later."

Those people would come here to tease the little fool every time they had nothing to do, but seeing that he was always in a daze, this time his emerald eyes and eyebrows moved slightly.

Yetan asked Tianshu softly: Well, is Zisang Junyan injured?

With 1 years of cultivation accumulated on his body, even if a Mahayana master hit him with a palm, Ye Tan might not even feel it, let alone Duan Ling's palm.

[It was a slap, and the master vomited blood, these people are such bears. 】

In the eyes of Wannian Tianshu, these disciples whose maximum age is no more than [-] years old are a group of brats who were almost slaughtered by their masters, but because of their ignorance, they can still laugh and laugh. They don't know the dangers of the world at all.

Although those people were used to teasing the little fool when Zhao Ye was not around, they also knew that the little fool never spoke.

It was like secretly teasing someone else's pet. After talking to themselves, the broken glass heart was barely glued together, and they planned to leave and continue to move bricks.

but--

"Excuse me, who is Duan Ling?" Qing Ling's soft voice sounded softly behind him.

……

Duan Ling didn't want to provoke that person named Zhao Ye during this period of time.

The opponent's Taoism is so evil, invisible and invisible can hurt people's soul, the son of a thousand gold can't sit down, although he is proud, he is not stupid.

What's more, it was discovered that there was a faint intention to protect Zhao Ye from above.

Before he understood the reason, he did not plan to confront Zhao Yeqi head-on for the time being.

He thought about it, went to see Feng Buyu, and reported the matter.

Feng Buyu didn't care about the situation he said: "No one will protect him, you are too careful, but there are some things that really don't require you to come forward in person, I just need to make sure you do a little bit."

"Peak Master, please tell me that Duan Ling will do his best."

Feng Buyi raised his eyes from bottom to top, and raised the corners of his lips, showing a hair-raising smile: "It makes him want to kill you, but he can't kill you."

Duan Ling was stunned for a moment.

Feng Buyu smiled and looked at him without blinking, his dark eyes seemed to know everything: "You are afraid of him. It's okay, anyone who has fought against him will be afraid. Be an inner disciple earlier, He can't kill you. But you, don't you already know what his weakness is."

Duan Ling left Feng Buyu, and the chill on his skin didn't disappear all the way.

Only after dealing with Feng Buyu in person did he know that a lunatic is indeed a lunatic, and his actions and thoughts are hard for ordinary people to understand.

Of course he understood what Feng Buyu meant.

"What does he want you to do?"

"The thing that makes Zhao Ye want to kill me is actually very simple, kill his flowerpot, or kill that fool." Duan Ling smiled, "But, I don't intend to be a mad dog for Feng Buyu. I obey orders Yu Fengbuyi, working for him temporarily is just to gain momentum, but he doesn't intend to bet his life as a living target for others."

Luoyue Mountain Villa used to be a palace, so the area here is of course very large.

The promenade is located in the midst of the sea of ​​clouds, the moonlight is just rising, and it falls on the white ice bridge like a falling moon.

Duan Ling stood on the edge of the hanging bridge, his face that was always arrogant, now looked gentle and cautious, laughing and talking nonsense.

But the strange thing was that he was obviously the only one there.

In Duan Ling's eyes, the world is filled with crimson flowers, and the evening breeze is slightly drunk.

The sun sets and the moon rises, the sky and the earth are dark.

The beautiful red is more gorgeous in the dark.

The person holding the red umbrella sat on the edge of the covered bridge, as if he might fall down at any moment.

His heart was cautious, ready to fall together at any time.

"Feng Buyu, he was wrong."

That gentle and clear voice slowly read other people's names, and Duan Ling's heart was stabbed.

"Where is wrong?"

"No one will protect him." The red umbrella tilted slowly, his voice was very soft, "This sentence is wrong."

Duan Ling has already begun to feel that something is wrong, didn't he go to find Feng Buyu, when did he stand here chatting with someone?Moreover, tell a stranger without reservation what he told Feng Buyu?

Covered by a red umbrella, the looming side face looks like the most pure and holy white in the world, which is like the moon above the sky and the cloud below the ice.

He really wanted to see clearly, but he didn't dare to disturb the other party. He already knew something was wrong, but he still didn't struggle.

"Can you tell me, who are you? Why are you sitting here? Are you, Moxiu?"

"I need to borrow your identity, you may not be able to show up for the time being."

The voice was low and gentle, as if it was emotionless and innocent, no matter what he said, it was impossible to refuse, he said: "So, jump down by yourself."