The Prodigal Son of the Mystical Sect

Literary clubs are like gathering places for trolls.

They criticize everything, dislike everything, and always like to criticize others from a high position. There are many members like Mo Jun among them. Although they have never done anything good for the country or the people, they always think highly of themselves for some reason. Gao...even in Kyoto, these people are not very likable. When people talk behind their backs, they mostly call them 'a group of dudes in school uniforms', purely seeing them as a fun organization. Although they don't think highly of them, they are Hide if you can...

It's just... I heard that the literary club does not seek realm, does not engage in government affairs, but only seeks to talk, study so-called academics, and generally have very low cultivation levels. How could they appear in this wild mountain range?

Even Mr. Yi was slightly surprised: "Your literary club also participated in the pre-examination practice this year?"

"Haha, let Mr. Yi laugh. Our literary society has worked hard in recent years, but some people can still see it..." As he said that, he showed off his own cultivation, which was clearly at the lower level of Ming Yuan!

"Eighteen years old... The lower realm of Ming Yuan... Well, it seems that your literary club finally understands that you can't just study, you should also practice more and improve your realm..."

"Yes, Mr. Riyi came here that day, and he taught us a lesson, but scholars should not be too showy. We came here to practice, so we did not inform Mr., please..."

Mr. Yi waved his hand and said: "As long as you can figure it out, okay, if you want to calculate the core of the ferocious beast, you can do it now."

"Haha... Mr. Yi, please wait a moment. I still have some private matters that need to be settled with this brother... Please, sir, for my father's sake, please don't blame me." As he spoke, Qin Shou turned to Chu Tianxiao , a sneer slowly formed at the corner of his mouth, but it flashed away again.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Yi was a little annoyed that these people were making trouble during the settlement, but these things have always happened over the years. As long as the person who made the trouble didn't make a big fuss and had a good background, the best thing to do at this time was Generally just leave it alone...

"But the son of Ziyi Hou, Mr. Chu Tianxiao, is in front of you?" Qin Shou stepped forward and said with cupped fists.

Chu Tianxiao nodded: "You must be the son of Qin Hou?"

"That's right. Qin Yun, who you met, is my cousin!" Qin Shou's voice gradually became louder and he said, "I heard that he also came to the Fierce Desolate Mountains, but why hasn't he come back yet? Brother Chu, you might as well say Tell me, what's going on?"

Chu Tianxiao said leisurely: "Your cousin hasn't come back. Ask me?"

Qin Shou sneered and said: "Is this... In the past few days, the grievances between you and my cousin Qin Yun have been spreading. This wild mountain range is so vast, who knows if some people are waiting for an opportunity to take revenge... …hey-hey……"

Chu Tianxiao said: "Let me correct you. If you talk about revenge, it should be that he wants to retaliate against me, but I will not retaliate against him - I win every fight. You have to understand this."

Qin Shou was choked when he heard the words, and then hummed: "Young master Chu is really sharp-tongued, but my cousin has not come back yet, and the family's natal lamp is also very weak. This is obviously an accident, but at this time... Chu The young master has taken out so many ferocious beast cores, and there is also a half-step fifth level... Haha, what is the fishiness in this, I also want to know..."

After saying these words, Chu Tianxiao knew that the people in the literary club had probably been paying attention to what was going on here. His mind moved, but his face was as calm as water: "I want to ask you a few questions."

Qin Shou was stunned for a moment and then said, "Please tell me."

"First, where is the Fierce Desolate Mountain Range?" Chu Tianxiao's tone became higher and higher, "Is it a place for children to play house? Here, there are opportunities but also great risks. Look around, all the people who have returned are Is it okay for someone else to die or have something happen to him? Shouldn’t something like this happen to my cousin be blamed on me?”

Qin Shou didn't answer when he heard the words, his eyes narrowed and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Second, I want to ask, why is your cousin starting to care about Qin Yun now?"

"...Of course it's because we are connected by flesh and blood. Being filial and filial is what we should do..." Qin Shou started to drop his book bag and said solemnly. Unconsciously, he had a superior look on his face, which made everyone in the room confused. All the geniuses frowned slightly.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

But before Qin Shou finished speaking, Chu Tianxiao interrupted unceremoniously: "Three years ago, Qin Yun was reduced to a useless piece of wood, and I didn't see you caring about him. During these days, he was hit by me one after another and suffered heavy losses. , I didn’t see you caring, but now, when you see that you can slander me in order to share the ‘family property’, you stand up and talk about filial piety and close relatives... Is this your ‘brother’? The virtues of society people?”

"Don't hide your little thoughts!"

Qin Shou's expression changed drastically when he heard this, and Chu Tianxiao continued: "Want to question? Yes! But don't forget what I said at the Autumn Night Banquet..."

He looked behind Qin Shou at the group of scholars who had been against him, and saw that they were all trembling, and one of them was shaking all over, as if recalling some bad memory...

"It's clear, only those who have unfounded doubts about the facts need to produce evidence!"

"Otherwise, reject!"

"Ah! - ah ah ah!" As soon as Chu Tianxiao finished speaking, a loud shout suddenly rang out in the literary club, and then a person was seen rolling around on the ground, shaking like chaff...

Chu Tianxiao was stunned for a moment when he saw this scene, and then he came to his senses and couldn't help but feel a little funny: "Is this... the courage of your literary club?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the room who knew about it laughed, and those who didn't know about it also laughed loudly after learning about the Wenbi event at the Autumn Night Banquet.

Seeing this, Qin Shou's face turned ugly. He snorted heavily, and the man rolling on the ground immediately stopped. Then he touched his limbs and found that he was fine at all. He thought that this was not the time for the Autumn Night Banquet. Er... was immediately embarrassed, lowered his head in shame and resentment, and scolded Chu Tianxiao several times in his heart.

As soon as Qin Shou waved his hand, the man was immediately surrounded by the crowd again. Then, he took a step forward and said: "Haha... Looking at Brother Chu's vow, I knew that I was wrong. This matter should be discussed with Chu. It doesn’t matter, brother, hey, it’s all my fault for listening to others’ beliefs... In this way, I will make amends to Brother Chu.”

As he spoke, he bent down and saluted. Chu Tianxiao narrowed his eyes. Before he could speak, Qin Shou suddenly looked behind him.

As far as he could see, several scholars immediately moved out of the way, and then he saw several stretchers being carried up, and a howl followed...

Chu Tianxiao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he vaguely guessed the other party's evil intention, because, just on the stretcher, he saw three familiar people - Mo Jun, Han Qiu, and Ouyang Di!

"That's it..."

Qin Shou did not show off, pointed to the people on the stretchers, and said straight to the point: "These injured brothers are all talents in our literary society..."

As he spoke, he pointed at the "wounded" one by one and briefly introduced them, and a few of them also "effortfully" cupped their fists in return. With Qin Shou's introduction, everyone in the venue became more and more surprised - Except for Mo Jun and the other three people, these people lying on the stretchers were all from Kyoto. Feng Nongyue was a "scholar" who was very proficient in poetry. Some of them had written policy essays with good titles. But at this moment, they either lost an arm or lost a leg... They were in such a miserable state that it made them sad. Some people feel a surge of compassion, others feel something is amiss...

Qin Shou continued: "This happened three days ago..."