Taoist

Zhu Xiuheng pushed him aside in disgust, and stepped on his fleshy face, "What kind of thing are you?! I never thought of humiliating him like this..."

Ada finally knew why Zhu Xiuheng suddenly went crazy, and couldn't help but regret that he had been quick-mouthed for a while, and begged for mercy: "I was deceived by lard, young master, please forgive me!"

Zhu Xiuheng stomped hard on his face a few more times, "I'm afraid you'll dirty the soles of my shoes for a person like you!"

He kicked the disciple away.

"What! Is that the person you can imagine?! I haven't touched a finger of him yet!"

Zhu Xiuheng glanced viciously at Ah Da who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, snorted coldly, and said to another disciple, "Did you see that?"

The disciple was already in a cold sweat from being frightened, and when he heard Zhu Xiuheng's question, he hurriedly said: "Disciple knows that this big crime deserves, and it's entirely your own fault!"

Zhu Xiuheng nodded in satisfaction, "Go back and tell me, this shit will be punished as hard labor in the outer sect, carrying firewood and moving stones, so that he can wake up properly!"

"Yes, the disciple wrote it down."

"Young master!" When Ada heard that he was going to be punished as a hard labor in the outer sect, he couldn't care about anything at the moment.

Enduring the pain, he crawled to Zhu Xiuheng's feet, "Young master, this disciple knows his mistake! Your lord has a lot, so please forgive me this time!"

However, before Zhu Xiuheng could speak, another disciple dragged him aside, "The young master has an order, so you should think about your mistakes and make amends at the outer door!"

Regardless of these people,

As for Lingyuan, after Zhu Xiuheng and the others left, Lingyuan was still a little confused.

Did this person come here on purpose to see how miserable his life was?

But to be honest, Lingyuan was ready for Zhu Xiuheng to put himself on the lower floors, but he didn't expect him to do so.

Ling Yuan stood up, and the chains on his body shook with his movements.

Fortunately, the chain is relatively long.

Lingyuan walked to the edge of the rock where he was imprisoned.

The dark red flame rushed to his feet violently, and the piercing pain surged up.

Lingyuan resisted, and he stretched out his hand towards the flowing magma below, his fingers as white as jade shimmered in the valley.

Lingyuan seemed to be calling for something, and said softly, "Come."

A cluster of nearly black flames rushed towards Ling Yuan, with a fierce posture, as if to swallow him whole.

Looking at the flaming flames, Lingyuan felt that his soul seemed to be burned, but his previous guess became more firm in his heart.

He took the initiative to stretch out his hand towards the cluster of flames, and when he was about to get close, the fierce flames shrank back suddenly as if they were frightened.

Ling Yuan flinched, couldn't help being taken aback for a moment, and then couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.

The valley seemed to be quiet all of a sudden, and the original sound of the flames was all of a sudden much quieter.

Only a string of bubbles popped out of the river formed by the magma.

In a large hall in Chiyan Palace, dozens of men and women lined up in a row.

These people are all in their teens, and they are all monks who have absorbed their energy into their bodies, not ordinary mortal servants.

In front of them stood a middle-aged man who seemed to be in charge.

"You will be assigned to the senior brothers of the various inner sects next, and the rules I warned you before must not be forgotten! Do you know?!"

All these men and women lowered their heads and replied respectfully: "I understand."

The steward nodded in satisfaction, "It's also your blessing to be able to serve Brother Neimen, so be smart."

He glanced around at the men and women in the palace, "I've said everything I need to say, and what happens in the future depends on each of you."

The steward closed the booklet in his hand, "Okay, let's all go."

"Thank you steward!"

The men and women in the main hall came out one after another, and reported to each peak according to the signs they had assigned.

Xie Fei returned to his residence after finishing what Zhu Xiuheng told him.

He can be regarded as the best among the inner disciples of this generation, but in front of Zhu Xiuheng, he can only do a little bit of low work.

Thinking of that Ah Da whose cultivation was banned by himself and sent to the outer door, even though Xie Fei didn't sympathize with him, at this moment he couldn't help but feel a bit of sadness in his heart.

What about inner disciples?

One word from Zhu Xiuheng can make him unable to stand up forever.

Xie Fei sighed, feeling sorry for him, who would let him be the young master of the Scarlet Flame Palace?

He looked at the new face in front of his courtyard, and remembered that he said that he would send a disciple over today.

Seeing the little disciple bowed his head and said nothing, he wondered, "Who chose this? It's too ignorant."

You must know that these disciples sent to them are mainly serving them in daily life and handling some chores, similar to attendants.

But because he is working beside the disciples of the inner sect, his status is higher than that of the disciples of the outer sect, so many people are staring at him.

Those who can be selected are generally very clever.

Although Xie Fei was a little puzzled, he didn't take it too seriously. After all, these were just trivial matters in his eyes.

He asked, "New here today? What's your name?"

The little disciple still lowered his head, as if a little afraid of people: "Brother, just call me Ah Xuan."

Xie Fei sized up the little disciple, "Raise your head."

This little disciple named Ah Xuan raised his head according to his words, revealing a face that he couldn't find in the crowd at a second glance.

Xie Fei: "..." This looks a little too ordinary, he remembers that when choosing this kind of attendant in the past, there seems to be a requirement for appearance, right?

Xie Fei suddenly felt that he understood why this little disciple kept his head down.

What is he talking about, forget it, he is not ugly, but he is a little ordinary, so he should not pick it.

Thinking of this, he waved to the little disciple, "Ah Xuan, right? Come in with me."

Entering the room, Xie Fei said: "Before coming here, the steward should have explained everything to you, so I won't say more."

He picked up his teacup and took a sip, then glanced at the little disciple.

This time, Ah Xuan seems to have finally become a little smarter, and he refilled his teacup.

"Not too stupid."

After all, since the meeting, Xie Fei's psychological threshold has been pulled down extremely low.

He thought to himself, just put it on his side, if it was with other disciples, he would have to send this Ah Xuan back first.

"There are not many things around me. Anyway, you follow me on weekdays, and I will tell you if there is something to do."

"Yes."

Xie Fei walked towards his study, and Ah Xuan followed him step by step.

Xie Fei casually asked: "How many years have you been to the sect?"

"Brother, it's been two years."

"It's not too long." Xie Fei spread out a piece of drawing paper while talking.

Ah Xuan hurriedly stood over, "I'll grind ink for senior brother."

He peeked over and complimented: "Brother is really a refined person."

Xie Fei glanced at him with a smile, "Cultivation is boring, and I have to find something to pass the time on weekdays."

He was holding a pen, but he was really bookish, "You are still young, after you stay in this mountain for decades, you will naturally learn a lot of things."

While talking, Xie Fei remembered the scene he saw in the fire prison.

The blue silk is like ink, and the blue shirt is like frost.

Chains, fire, black rocks.

Especially when that person looked up so coldly...

Xie Fei used his pen like flying, and soon a silhouette of a character appeared in his pen.

While he was still immersed in his own world, Xie Fei didn't notice that the new attendant named Ah Xuan beside him, looked at the gradually formed beauty picture in his pen, and his eyes suddenly became extremely deep.

The author has something to say:

I must save the manuscript for the next one! (っ╥╯﹏╰╥c)

Hug those little angels who are still watching!