The scoundrel became the pet of the master's group

The provocative inner disciple narrowed his pupils and looked at Xue Songyu haughtily.

Xue Songyu is also an inner sect of Qiantian Sect like him, but her clothes do not have the silver embroidery of high-ranking disciples, and her status and cultivation level are very ordinary, far lower than his.

He sneered: "This junior sister who asked Yuanfeng, what benefits did you gain by currying favor with Junior Brother Lu? It is said that Junior Brother Lu has countless treasures of spirit stones in his pocket, what did he reward you for? Didn't he treat you badly?"

Powerful people like Taoist Juechen sit high on the top of the clouds, and ordinary monks can't even touch their toes.

Young monks are more fond of flattering and flattering their peers they can come into contact with—those outstanding peers who are highly cultivated or come from famous families.

Although there has been a lot of gossip since the beginning, most of them are just private discussions.

Even though his senior brother Qin Shi, who had a direct interest in him, never gave him a good face and often sneered in front of him, his words were not so sharp and blatant.

These few words are no longer sarcasm, but similar to unrestrained insults.

If you scold him face to face, he can turn a deaf ear and bark like a dog.

But the other party scolded his friend because Xue Songyu spoke for him.

The corners of his mouth raised one after another, he stood up from his seat, and sat on the edge of the other party's table resolutely: "I don't know who this senior is."

This posture is full of arrogance, the world-shaking face is against the light, the cold light in the eyes is more sharp in the shadows, and the aggressive aura makes people feel as if they are in the vast snow field, and there is nowhere to escape in the freezing weather.

"Li, Li Yi." Being looked at so condescendingly by a pair of eyes as cold as frost, Li Yi was a little panicked for no reason. fluent.

"Brother Li," one after another picked up a book on the table, rolled it into a cylinder in his hand, pressed it against Li Yi's chin, and forced the other party to raise his neck and look at him.

"I don't know which peak or vein you are from, and I don't need to know, because you are only an inner sect. But you know me, you know that I am the apprentice of Taoist Lord Juechen, and you also know that there are countless treasures in my pocket."

"Even if my aptitude is not as good as yours now, and my cultivation level is not as good as yours, but what about a few years later? I can break through the realm by relying on elixir. I have a heaven-level magic weapon bestowed by my master, and I can run amok in the Yantian Realm. And you Woolen cloth?"

He lowered his head slightly, and sneered in the other's ear: "Do you think, when I was promoted to Nascent Soul, would you still be the same as now, just an inner sect Golden Core cultivator?"

One after another, his qualifications are mediocre, but he has a backer.

He was not born in a wealthy family since he was a child, and he didn't have the habit of bullying others.

But in the realm of comprehension where the hierarchy is strict and the strong are respected, facing monks whose cultivation base is one level higher than his, using the name of master to oppress others is his only means at the moment.

And I sighed in my heart: It feels so good to be a second-generation ancestor who is domineering and bullying.

Li Yi's chin was supported by someone, and his neck hurt a little.

But the other party's aura was too strong, and he was shocked by the cold eyes, and his back was so cold that he couldn't move.

What's more, what the other party said was the fact that he was most jealous and unwilling: Even though the talent was not as good as him, the road was open.

Spiritual stones, pills, magic weapons, things that he could hardly obtain with all his efforts, but one after another he can easily obtain them.

Li Yi's eyes were wide open, he was dumbfounded and couldn't make a sound, partly because of anger and partly because of fear.

The same goes for others, as if they saw the lonely moon, the wasteland, the frost, the lifeless cold and dead silence in an instant.

The brightly-lit hall suddenly turned into a frozen netherworld for thousands of miles. The gloomy cold air spread to the limbs and bones in an instant, and it seemed that even the heartbeat and blood were frozen in an instant.

Even the sound of slight breathing stopped suddenly.

Seeing that the other party stopped talking, one after another, they also accepted as soon as they saw each other.

He had just moved the scroll away from the opponent's jaw, and was about to put it back in place, when he caught a glimpse of several figures standing at the door out of the corner of his eye, their movements paused for a moment, and their arms stopped in mid-air.

Oops.

Just now, he bullied Li Yi too much and didn't notice that the master came.

The fox pretends to be a tiger and swaggers across the market. When the tiger finds out, what will happen to the fox?

Daoist Juechen is as modest as a valley, with great virtue and brilliance, and he never relies on the depth of his Taoism to overwhelm others with his power.

And one after another, these useless apprentices, relying on the master's love for him, boasted without shame.

He bullied others and discredited his master's reputation.

Putting down the books one after another, smoothing them out in embarrassment, while sneaking a guilty glance at the master's face.

Daoist Juechen stood facing the wind in a jade tree, standing tall and tall at the door, his phoenix eyes curved into perfect arcs, and his smile diluted the sharp and cold lines.

It seems that there is no displeasure, but there are some emotions that cannot be clearly understood.

It seems to be looking forward to a good show with great interest, but the content of the singing is not very satisfactory.

Qin Shi stood shoulder to shoulder with him beside the master, with his arms around him, his handsome face still had a slight frown of disdain and sneer.

It seems that because of using the title of master to bully others one after another, it has ruined the ethos of the master's school, and the contempt in his eyes is stronger than before, and even tempered with a bit of sharp murderous aura.

On the other side of the master stood a handsome and dignified monk.It should be a good friend of Master, the peak master of another peak.The corners of his mouth were slightly hooked to look at Succession, and he smiled indifferently as if he was watching a play.

After being the domineering and bullying second-generation ancestor one after another, he has passed the addiction of a rich family.

In the future, when his colleagues from Qiantianzong talked about him, apart from "low cultivation and mediocre aptitude", I'm afraid there will be another crime: being a bully.

***

The mountain wind blows the fallen flowers, and also blows the copper bell on the cornice of the Chenfeng Temple.

The rapid rhythm is like the continuous heartbeat at the moment, uneasy and pounding.

The clear sun reflects the sky, the light and shadows are faint, and the slender figure stands in front of the slightly open main hall door, in a dilemma.

The farce in the morning ended when Taoist Juechen arrived.

Because the time has come, Taoist Lord and several venerables did not say a word.

The opening sermon was carried on normally until the end of the class.

They returned to Lingyuan Peak one after another, and not long after they sat down, they were summoned to Chenfeng Palace by a sound transmission talisman from Taoist Juechen.

He hesitated for a while at the entrance of the hall, thinking about how to explain it when he saw the master.

He violated the house rules again and was caught on the spot.

"What are you doing standing outside?" Daojun Juechen's voice rang directly in his mind.

Within the range of the Chenfeng Palace's defense circle, every movement of plants and trees is under his control.He has already seen the successive actions.

Qing Ya's voice was still smiling as usual, she said "oh" one after another, and walked into the hall.

Daoist Juechen sat on the chair of the Eight Immortals, with a romantic attitude, and there was a gentle and dignified gentleman's air in his gestures.

One after another, they filled the half-drunk glass with winking eyes.

He quickly walked behind the master, kneaded and massaged his shoulders and necks.

This attitude of apologizing and admitting mistakes is very sincere at first glance.

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Misunderstanding Little Theater

1.

One after another: I am a dog, and I have ruined the reputation of the teacher.

Master: I just like that you use my name.

2.

One after another: Qin Shi was so angry that I ruined the reputation of Master, he could kill me with a single eye knife.

Qin Shi: I'm watching the person who troubles you...

3.

One after another: I made a mistake, Master is very angry, how should I apologize, I am waiting online very urgently.

Master: Answer one slowly?