Xiao thinks everyone in this seat must die

The green plant is lying quietly in the flower pot, the leaves are tender green at the tip, shyly closed together, and the leaves are still stained with fresh and shiny water drops.

Lin Xingye resisted these flowers and plants, thinking that they were fragile and useless, and they were useless except for the purpose of viewing.

But thinking about the person who cultivated this flower and plant, Lin Xingye's lips curled up coldly, with complacent eyes, he leaned down a little, and frivolously stretched out his fingers, wanting to pluck this mimosa, just like the owner of plucking the grass.

Unexpectedly, the wilting grass seemed to regain energy in an instant, and a small leaf shamelessly hugged Lin Xingye's slender fingers.

The disciple standing with his head bowed in the room flattered him: "This grass is so spiritual."

Lin Xingye's eyes turned cold, he withdrew his hand mercilessly, and wiped his fingers with a handkerchief in disgust: "What kind of spirituality? A mimosa plant doesn't hide when people come, but walks backwards to meet people..."

"What does Senior Brother Lin mean?" the disciple worried.

"Let the outer door continue to grow the mimosa and send it to me until I am satisfied." Lin Xingye knocked on the table with his hand, and the flower stand beside him placed many mimosa in random order, at least dozens of pots.

The disciple didn't dare to argue with the inner sect senior brother, and only vaguely felt that this fairy-like senior brother was targeting Junior Brother Ning...

Impossible, the difference between inner and outer disciples is like clouds and mud, and it is difficult to even meet each other, let alone argue with each other.Brother Lin must be too demanding, rather than aiming at it deliberately.

The disciple reluctantly convinced himself, and took the order to find Junior Brother Ning from the outer sect.

Lin Xingye watched him go away, his eyes lowered: "Ning Sui, I remember every word of the humiliation you gave me, and I will...repay you one by one."

Looking back at his previous life, Lin Xingye found that he was the most majestic swordsman in the world, with every inch of soul left under his sword moves, and at the same time, he came from a wealthy family, and he was the young master of the city that never sleeps.Nightless City wanders in both good and evil ways, so even if Lin Xingye is the leader of the righteous way and a disciple of Gui Yuanzong, others don't know whether he is right or evil, and no one dares to thwart his edge wherever he goes.

However, Ning Suigan not only regards him as an opponent, but also confronts him at every turn.If Lin Xingye was only defeated by Ning Sui, he would only feel that he was not good at swordsmanship and practiced swordsmanship more diligently, but Ning Sui not only wanted to defeat him, but also wanted to save his face by pressing him in front of everyone: "Young Master, what are you doing?" You lost to me, can you admit it?"

"Young Master, you are indeed the proud son of heaven, and others are not made of clay. Why do you always treat people like nothing? Don't you even give basic respect to your opponent?"

"Young Master, you don't understand formations, and even stepped on my formation..."

Lin Xingye was naturally arrogant, and he felt embarrassed when he lost to Ning Sui in full view. Why did Ning Sui ask him if he denied the defeat, and why did he bother to scold him many times?

Even if Lin Xingye stubbornly refuses to admit defeat, Ning Sui will never let him go, and after a few battles, Da Luo Jinxian will not be able to escape.

Lin Xingye was so annoyed that he was not gentle. He was bullied and wanted to regain his position, but the array completely suppressed him, and even the blue sky sword almost turned into an ordinary sword...

That was the most humiliating night Lin Xingye spent. After all, for the long-term plan, he said hoarsely to Ning Sui: "I...lost."

Lin Xingye considers himself to be the best in cultivation and best in swordsmanship. This is the first time he has conceded defeat, and he can only admit defeat. Xiao: "Now you can let me go."

Lin Xingye admitted defeat on the surface, but deep ties were formed in his heart. He even thought that Ning Sui had better not let him go, otherwise he would avenge today's humiliation in the future.

But Ning Sui, that idiot array cultivator who only knew how to practice, really didn't say anything, and directly accepted the array.It's like a stubborn array cultivator wants the opponent to admit his victory.

Without the constraints of the formation, Lin Xingye didn't want to stay for a moment, so he turned into a cloud dragon and went straight to the city that never sleeps.

Afterwards, he embarked on the path of opposing Ning Sui everywhere until he died and was reborn.

Therefore, Lin Xingye didn't like the so-called mimosa at all, that kind of soft and shy grass, he would feel tired of it even after looking at it, but he just wanted to take the opportunity to humiliate Ning Sui who was in charge of cultivating the plants.

Now Ning Sui is just an outsider disciple, Lin Xingye doesn't even need to use a sword, he can be pinched to death with just one finger.

But he chose not to pinch it, just because he got a chance - a chance that is useless on the road of practice, but it is definitely a chance of God's help in torturing Ning Sui.

Thinking of this, Lin Xingye felt at ease, even when he practiced sword, he felt that man and nature were one, extremely smooth.

In the next few days, pots of mimosa carefully cultivated by Ning Sui were brought into Lin Xingye's yard, and another pot was brought out.

The reason is either: "It's too green, it hurts the eyes."

Or, "It's such a sallow color, I thought it was the dog's tail weed outside to fool me."

Furthermore, "If you don't even bloom, how can you be called careful cultivation?"

The disciple in charge of handing flowers complained endlessly. He was worried about this matter every day, and he lost several hairs. He didn't know what evil he had done. He met a strange sword repairer who loved flowers and plants: "Senior Brother Lin, after a while Days will bloom."

Lin Xingye was not convinced at all, and said coldly: "Then give it to me later, but—"

He turned his head, and the dazzling features fell into the disciple's eyes clearly, forcing the little disciple to take a step back immediately, and couldn't help but silently recite the Qingxin formula in his heart.

This is a stunning swordsman brother from the inner sect. His sword can cut off the lives of your descendants with one move. If you want to live, stay away from him. The color is all bones, and life is the most precious. Empty is color. Form is emptiness, ugliness is beauty, and beauty is ugliness.

That disciple wasted his strength, and his clothes were soaked in sweat before he successfully brainwashed himself: the senior in front of him is the ugliest person in the world.

As a result, when he raised his head, he saw Lin Xingye's eyes were ice-like, and his peach blossom eyes were staring at him without blinking.

This disciple's feet softened, he felt that the psychological construction just now was in vain.

Lin Xingye didn't know why, he didn't like this disciple at that moment just now, but he didn't think much about it, he just thought it was his own temper, and said something coldly: "Tong Ning... contacted that person Are people who have lived in the past behaved so sneakily?"

The flower handing disciple couldn't understand what he meant, and hung his head stubbornly.Lin Xingye continued to talk about the business: "After the mimosa blooms, you must send it to me immediately. The flowers can't be too light or too thick. If the color is a bit too much..."

Such a senior brother who looks like a fairy, why is he so smart?The flower handing disciple kept complaining: "Senior Brother Lin, is it possible for me to ask Brother Ning, who cultivates the mimosa, to come to you to listen to the detailed rules? He is a flower grower, so he can understand what you mean better."

Disciple Handing Flowers thought, luckily Junior Brother Ning, who raised flowers, mentioned it to him before, and wanted to talk to this Senior Brother who likes mimosa in person, otherwise this tortured job would have to go through his hands again.

But Lin Xingye refused, he never wanted to see that lowly person until the moment when he could suppress Ning Sui the most, "I practice swords every day, not so free that every moment is free, nor can any cat or dog see me He grows flowers, which is his specialty, if someone asks for some advice, wouldn't it be a waste of work?"

After Lin Xingye finished speaking, he left. The flower delivery disciples who had stopped at the same place tasted these few words, and felt that they were maliciously targeted.

But thinking about the noble temperament of that senior brother just now, like the Nine Heavens Binglian, disciple Dihua still feels that his thoughts are dirty and he has misinterpreted people so badly.

Apologizing to Senior Brother Lin, he came to the flower shed, turned around a few times but didn't see Ning Sui, and couldn't help muttering: "This Junior Brother looks sincere and honest, so he is also a person who is used to cheating and cheating." .”

The flower handing disciple simply let go of his voice: "Junior brother Ning! Junior brother Ning!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Sui happened to come in from outside the shed, wearing a gray shirt that made his ordinary appearance even more ordinary, if he didn't speak, no one would be able to spot him from the crowd.

The flower-handing disciple stepped forward with his arms akimbo: "Where have you been? The flower shed is always inseparable from people. The senior brother said that he wants a mimosa that can bloom. Whether the flowers are thick or light, you have to think about it yourself."

Ning Sui listened calmly, not surprised at all, as expected, he was targeted...

An inner sect senior brother who had never met before, why did he want to make things difficult for him?Ning Sui asked Dihua disciple politely: "Senior Brother Li, can I see that Senior Brother Lin?"

The flower handing disciple was not polite at all, and left without saying a word: "The senior brother said he didn't have time to see you, so you can just finish the errands yourself, and don't bother me."

Ning Sui was helpless, he was afraid that this job would not be easy for him.He is single and weak, even if he is targeted, he has no way to reason. He can only do his job well so that others can't find anything to make things difficult for him.

Flowers should not be too thick or too light, who knows what is the limit of shade in his heart?Now is the critical moment for an outer disciple to be promoted to an inner disciple. Ning Sui has to prepare for the competition and also take care of the flowers and plants.

Ning Sui had a very good temper, silently put the returned mimosa back to its original position in the flower shed carefully, poked his fingers into the bottom of the flower shed, and when he pushed aside the brown soil, he could see several square spirit mines. The aura of these spirit mines is so weak that it is almost non-existent, and they belong to the inferior quality that the disciples of the fairy sect would not bother to pick up. Now they are arranged in an orderly manner, continuously delivering aura to this flower shed.

Ning Sui relied on the aura of the little four-element ring formation to manage the flower shed, so that he could spare time to practice the formation.

Now that the sun is setting, the disciples of the outer sect are in charge of their own properties, and they all collected their work and went back to their houses. Only Ning Sui's flower shed was slightly lit.

Ning Sui likes to be quiet, and he doesn't want to go back to the house where the outsiders live together to study formations. He doesn't have much spare money, so he doesn't dare to light the flower shed too brightly at night.

Throughout the night, he sat and studied the new formation, with his back slightly bent, like a most steadfast rainbow.

Stars are falling all over the sky, the shadow of the moon disappears, and the blue sky sword cuts through the stars, one sword after another, the sword is getting faster and faster, and at the last sword——

The sword was like water, and the stars in the water didn't even move.The sword came out of the water without even a wave.

Only now did Lin Xingye feel a little satisfied. Although he had a new life, the sword skills he had worked so hard in his previous life did not follow. He is now practicing swinging a sword, so he must ensure that his hands are steady.

Most of Gui Yuanzong's people have already fallen asleep, Lin Xingye's forehead is covered with thin sweat, his eyes are like peony dew, his cheeks are slightly red, only his light-colored thin lips are unaffected, and he is abnormally cold.

He put away his sword, took out a square scarf from the lush green vine shelf, put a cold compress on his face, wiped away the sweat, and gently parted his thin lips: "What is he doing?"

The long-awaited secret guard showed up: "I've been in the flower shed, I don't know what he's doing, he's unexpectedly alert, and my subordinates dare not look too closely."

"He's cultivating the array." Lin Xingye closed his eyes, feeling the cold breath relieve the hotness on his face.

The dark guard covered his face and said hesitantly: "The inheritance of formation cultivation is rare, and those who can enter the sect of formation cultivation are all people with top talents, young master, why don't we take advantage of his weakness and recruit him to work for us?"

The surrounding air suddenly turned cold, Lin Xingye suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were full of stars, full of coolness.

"No." There was no room for change in his tone, and he did not even give a reason domineeringly, "It is absolutely impossible for this person to join me."

Knowing that he had made a slip of the tongue, the dark guard buried his head and stopped talking. It was not until Lin Xingye waved his hand that he disappeared and entered the dark Guiyuanzong.