The Blackened Male Lead Needs to Be Pampered

The injuries on his body...

The disciples in the audience wanted to refute something, but Mu Lan scolded them coldly, That's enough! Take them out first.

With an order, other disciples dragged the troublemaking disciples out one after another.

Mu Lan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If they were allowed to continue talking, Sang Jian would have to deal with it himself soon, which would be difficult to handle.

Master, I will take care of this matter, please don't worry. He turned to Sang Jian and assured him.

You have to ask your junior brother if he is happy about this. Sang Jian winked and asked Mu Lan to look at Yunxian.

Mu Lan: ...

He didn't approve of this junior brother, so if he was asked to speak, he really didn't have anything to say.

Similarly, Yun Xian didn't want to communicate with Mu Lan.

The two looked at each other and quickly averted their eyes, not looking at each other.

Finally, Yun Xian spoke up and said, I believe the master can handle it well. There are many outer disciples like me who have been injured before. I hope the master can handle it.

They are here to learn and practice, not to be targets and prey.

Mu Lan responded expressionlessly: I understand.

…

Even if this matter is dealt with.

Mu Lan also arranged a new place for Sang Jian to live.

She needed a clean place, so Mu Lan asked people to sort out the forbidden area in the back mountain.

The so-called back mountain forbidden area is the place where Sang Jian was suppressed before.

The mausoleum was converted into a courtyard.

Kuwami: It came out, but not completely.

I don't know what Mu Lan's purpose is, whether there is really no other place, or he has other ideas.

The entire back hill became Sang Jian's own territory.

Plus a reluctant Yun Xian.

Ancestor, do you want to cut this pile of grass?

Although Mu Lan asked people to help build a separate courtyard, many weeds outside the courtyard were still not dealt with.

It's up to Yun Xian to do it himself.

Maybe Yun Xian didn't know why she had to take him with her before, but he understood it after knowing that he was a scapegoat.

But doing chores in the back hill every day, I still feel unhappy.

Sang Jian was sitting on the Taishi chair nearby, basking in the sun. Hearing this, he raised his eyes and said, It depends on how big your training place is. If you think it's enough, you don't have to continue weeding.

Yun Xian: ...

His hand holding the sickle paused, he was silent for a moment, and asked uncertainly, Do you really want to teach me how to practice?

He thought she was just joking.

After all, he is just a scapegoat.

Otherwise why would I accept you as my disciple? Sang Jian felt a little confused, Young man, don't think about things all day long, work hard!

Yun Xian: ...

It wasn't that he was thinking about something, it was just that her purpose was too obvious.

Sangjian looked at his thoughtful look and sighed softly, You don't even want to call me master.

...

It doesn't matter, I will still teach you what I have learned throughout my life.

She said it lightly, and Yun Xian felt something else in his heart.

Maybe she was afraid that he would be killed by the Demon King at once? So teach him some self-defense things?

The more Yun Xian thought about it, the more he realized it was true.

Then the weeding continued in silence.

Anyway, that's it. Learning more things is indeed better than having no one to teach you.

Instead of remaining an outer disciple, following Sang Jian is the best choice.

…

In three days, Yunxian got rid of all the weeds around him, and the scenery of the back mountain changed again.

It seems to be the only fireworks in a fairyland where there are no otherworldly fireworks.