Chapter 863 Senior Brother of Taixuan Sect
And this young man actually called Su Jing stupid in front of him!
He's afraid that he doesn't want this pretty little face anymore.
“I know, let’s go down the mountain.”
Who knows!
A scene that made everyone take a breath of cold air happened.
Su Jing, who never knew how to hit someone, actually just frowned slightly, and then agreed very submissively.
It was like seeing a ghost!
This young man is clearly just a second-grade seeker of Taoism, a practitioner who is extremely weak.
Even if the Taixuan Sect recruits disciples like him, no one knows how many are eliminated every year.
Wen Yu's face showed a hint of warmth and anger that could not be concealed. He felt that he had been ignored and humiliated by the little person in front of him.
“Stop!”
Wen Yu scolded, the sound was so loud that many disciples on the spiritual platform were startled.
This was the first time they had seen their senior brother speak so loudly and he was obviously angry.
Even Su Jing looked back at him curiously, feeling inexplicably happy.
Because he suddenly discovered that Bailian was so powerful, and a simple word could actually make Wen Yu so angry that he even lost his grace.
In the past, he was the only one who was so angry and yelled.
Now it’s a matter of putting the cart before the horse.
"Is something wrong?" Balian stopped and looked at him.
Wen Yu's expression stagnated again, and then he said with a cold face: "You are ignorant, I will give you another chance, kneel down, kowtow to me, and call me senior brother!"
After saying that, he put away the warm and angry look on his face, pretending not to care and flicked off the non-existent dust on his sleeves.
He said calmly: "I am an inner disciple, specializing in matters related to new disciples joining the sect. Since you are a new disciple, you should come to me first to report and receive today's homework assignments.
< br>Why are you so lazy? You only seek to please the son of the sect leader, which really brings shame to us and other Taixuan disciples!” Want to beat someone up.
Wen Yu could see all the changes in Su Jing's expression. He was not afraid that he would not be angry, but that he would just leave without being angry.
He knew in his heart that Su Jingtian was not afraid of anything but that the sect leader would punish him by copying books. That would make him more uncomfortable and aggrieved than just beating Su Jing with a stick.
He also knew that every time Su Jing got angry and hit someone, the sect leader would punish him by copying books.
So, today, he rarely met Su Jing, and he really wanted to tease Su Jing.
Wen Yu laughed, stepped forward, patted Su Jing on the shoulder, and said, "Are you planning to hit someone again? As a senior brother, I won't be the same as you. It doesn't matter if I get punched or kicked by you, it's just that, I'm afraid that the old man, the sect leader, will have to punish you to copy books again."
I thought I could see the unwilling expression on Su Jing's face, but I never thought that when he saw Su Jing's cold smile, his eyes were fierce. The strong intention did not decrease but increased, with a hint of excitement of anticipation.
Su Jing broke away the annoying palm on his shoulder, raised his fist, and punched out with no fancy.
Wen Yu looked stunned, obviously unable to react, but Su Jing was born with supernatural powers, and his strength was not inferior to him. The punch was extremely fast, and even before the wind of the fist sounded, his fist had already It touched the tip of his nose.
Even if he had prepared in advance, he might not be able to avoid this punch.
In the quiet morning, I could clearly recall a heavy muffled sound in the mountains, and the muffled sound was mixed with the sour sound of broken nose bones.
Wen Yu felt a sharp pain on her face, her vision went dark, and she flew backwards into the weeds full of morning dew in a state of complete embarrassment.
"Ah! Senior brother, are you okay?"
"Su Jing! Why are you so crazy!"
"Senior brother Wen Yu, you dare to fight me. I will definitely report it to the sect master when I get back. Sir, let him punish you and punish you by copying books!”
On the mourning platform, dozens of young girls rushed over one after another, jumped into the place full of weeds, and looked at them with concern. Wen Yu helped him up.
Especially some of the girls from Taixuan Sect, with their motherly glory blooming in their eyes, looking at Wen Yu's miserable and handsome face with pity.
Wen Yu turned over, covering her mouth and nose that was bleeding continuously, and looked at the two people on the forest path with malicious eyes.
The bridge of his nose had been broken by that punch. He didn't need to look in the mirror to know how ugly he looked now. He covered his mouth and nose with one hand and pointed at the two of them with one hand!
“How dare you hit my senior brother? You are really impatient!”
Bailian sighed helplessly. He turned around and looked at the man lying in the haystack in embarrassment. Wen Yu is protected by everyone like stars holding the moon in their arms.
His tone was neither urgent nor slow, and he asked calmly: "An inner disciple of Taixuan Sect? But an inner disciple of one of the Nine Classics of Taixuan?"
When the words 'Tai Xuan Nine Classics' were mentioned, even Wen Yu and everyone else had to put away the anger in their eyes, and couldn't help but feel a touch of high respect from the bottom of their hearts.
The Nine Classics of Taixuan are not a collection of spiritual skills, but represent nine people, the nine most outstanding disciples of Taixuan Sect.
The reason why it is known as the 'Sutra' is because in the Taixuan Sect, there are nine scripture collection pavilions, and each of the scripture collection pavilions contains one of the most mysterious and ancient scriptures.
Those who are not geniuses cannot understand it, and those who do not have the best understanding and the calmest mind cannot understand it.
The most crucial point for being able to comprehend that scripture is that the person who comprehends it must have at least reached the spiritual cultivation level.
Anyone who can understand the scriptures is respected as the 'Sutra Master' by the people of Taixuan Sect.
Of course Wen Yu is not. Although he and the Taixuan Nine Classics are both disciples of the Taixuan Sect, there is a qualitative gap between them.
"What stupid words are you talking about? Of course I can't be one of the Nine Taixuan Classics!"
Bailian smiled slightly and continued to ask: "Then you are the Tenth of Tianxi One of the three swords?"
Wen Yu and the disciples behind him were stunned again, and a look of impatience gradually appeared on his face, "Of course not! What do you want to ask?"
He had already introduced himself early in the morning. His name was Wen Yu. No one in the Nine Taixuan Classics or the Thirteen Swords of Tianxi was named Wen Yu.
For this group of Taixuan Sect disciples, Bailian obviously asked too many questions and talked nonsense.
After hearing the answer, Balian nodded with satisfaction.
He stood up straight, and his expression was still courteous, courteous, and peaceful. Based on all this, I wonder if it was everyone's illusion.
They actually sensed an inexplicable and even a hint of superiority from this young man.
The moment this idea arose in their minds, they themselves felt a little ridiculous.
How could they feel that a mediocre person who seeks the second level of Taoism is superior to them?
However, this was not their illusion, and even Balian did not reveal it deliberately.
It’s just the noble blood flowing out of his body and the arrogance deep in his bones. Even though he looks modest at this moment, everyone is still faintly aware of that arrogance.
“Whether it is the Nine Taixuan Classics or the Thirteen Swords of Tianxi, they are not qualified to ask me to kneel down in exchange for their senior brother, and you are neither the Nine Taixuan Classics nor the Thirteen Swords of Tianxi. Well...I'm sorry to ask..."
The expression on Bailian's face was always calm and indifferent, his dark eyes were inlaid with the reflection of Wen Yu, and he said the next sentence without any sarcasm.
He is indeed mediocre in qualifications, but the pride flowing in his bones never allows him to lower his head. Because he is the young master of one of the three sects in the world and the crown prince of the Zhongyou Dynasty.
Among the younger generation in this world, no one has a more noble status than him.
“Who are you, and you dare to let me call you senior brother?”
The calm and natural words stunned everyone.
Because it is calm, it hurts people.
Only Su Jing, his expression of anger gradually faded away, and his eyes became rarely peaceful.
After Wen Yu completely recalled what Balian said, his handsome face immediately became ferocious and twisted. He stood up regardless of the pain on his face!
His blood-stained palm pressed against the hilt of the sword, and the unsheathed long sword couldn't help but tremble, indicating Wen Yu's suppressed strong murderous intention!
He stared at Bai Lian fiercely, and said with a ferocious smile: "A mere second-level Tao seeker dares to make such nonsense!
Forget it, I will compete with you and speak with my strength. If you can defeat me, there is no need to call me Senior brother, I will call you senior brother in the future."
Bailian said: "Why should I compete with you? I can't beat you."
So honest. Admitting his own weakness made Wen Yu startled again.
Then he reacted, and before a mocking smile appeared on his face, he heard Balian's voice again.
"I can't beat you. Your talent and cultivation are higher than mine. This is your advantage. But the position I stand in is something you will never be able to reach in your life. I stand higher than you. This is my advantage.
I don’t need you to call me senior brother, and I don’t want to have a junior brother like you, and you... ...You are not qualified to be my senior brother."
"You!" Wen Yu's face was full of anger, and he almost wanted to spit out fire. He smiled cruelly and said, "If I insist on competing with you. What? ”
Bailian took a step back, not because of fear or fear, but because of disgust.
He looked at the disciples behind Wen Yu with a very disgusted look, and said in a tone of disappointment and surprise: "Xianmen family?"
The disciples behind Wen Yu looked ashamed.
After all, it was their senior brother who was aggressive from the beginning.
It is not the behavior of a gentleman to use a big man to bully a small man.
Although the young man's calm words contained a very hurtful and sharp meaning, from beginning to end, he never did anything that was disgraceful.
Although the arrogant words just now were a bit unpleasant, they finally understood those words as a brave counterattack.
Balian tilted his head and continued: "Although he is not the senior brother of Su Jing and I, he has named himself his senior brother and forced me to compete with him as a senior brother. He is really promising. Ah.”
One of the women finally couldn’t help but jumped out and said. : "Senior brother, he is gentle and polite to others. We are also his junior brothers and sisters, but he will never treat us like this. Why don't you find the reason in yourself."
Bailian's face suddenly turned cold. Standing down, his eyes were as cold as a blade and he shot at the girl.
Although his cultivation level is not good, after all, he has experienced life and death for many days. After several experiences, there is a bit of violence and bloodshed in his eyes. Naturally, this highly cultivated person will be I only knew that I was shocked by the girl practicing swordsmanship in the back mountain.
She took a small step back, and then said a little aggrievedly: "You...why are you staring at me like this?"
The coldness in Bailian's eyes did not diminish at all, a sneer appeared on his face, and he said: "I have always been gentle and never glared at people, why don't you reflect on yourself, why did you let me glare at you? "
"You!" The female disciple looked ashamed and angry. She couldn't tell that the young man was sarcastic about herself, but she was speechless.
Bailian looked away, and the cold gaze he deliberately made disappeared. His eyes returned to calm and looked at Wen Yu who was grinding his teeth. He frowned and said:
"Tai Xuanzong The inner disciples will only look for soft Persimmon? I can see that you actually want to cause trouble for Su Jing. Well, just fight with him and let your so-called... well, strength speak for itself."
Bailian took a step back and gave up some space.
Although Su Jing didn't quite understand how sharp Balian's words were, he still understood.
Because of Bai Lian's words, he could beat up this Wen Yupang openly and happily with his light energy.
Anyway, this guy has never defeated him.
Only this time was different, because he knew that because of Balian's words, he could beat Wen Yu like a dead pig without suffering any punishment from his father.
It was very rare that Su Jing stood in front of Balian with a happy smile.
Those dark eyes stared straight at Wen Yu and said, "Yes, fight me. If you win, I will call you senior brother."
Because Wen Yu had never been his opponent, Su Jing Very confident.
Wen Yu's face immediately stiffened. He knew in his heart that with the intervention of this unknown and arrogant young man today, he might not be able to cause trouble for Su Jing.
If he continues to entangle himself, he will ultimately be the one who suffers the loss and is embarrassed.
Wen Yu glanced deeply at Bai Lian, as if she wanted to remember him in her heart. The look in her eyes showed that he had already remembered this matter in his heart.
"The morning training is not over yet, return to your position and continue practicing swordsmanship!"
Wen Yu led everyone back to the spiritual platform without looking at Su Jing.
"Hey! You haven't competed with me yet!"
Su Jing was disappointed and wanted to chase him out, but was grabbed by Bai Lian's arm. He looked back and was surprised. He looked at Balian and asked: "Aren't you going to fight?"
Bailian smiled and shook his head and said: "We still have to go down the mountain to plant small tomatoes and eat delicious ones."< br>
Su Jing's eyes lit up and he immediately forgot about Wen Yu's matter. He nodded repeatedly, held Bai Lian's hand with his backhand, and trotted down the mountain.
"Yeah, let's go down the mountain."
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Wen Yu felt angry, and the morning exercise soon ended in his unhappy mood .
The pain on the face is still there, and the bridge of the nose is red and swollen, which is really indecent.
He returned to the mountain gate angrily, and many disciples in the sect looked at him with surprised and suspicious eyes.
This made him feel even more angry.
He thought that he must find the sect master to give Su Jing a good lecture. Anyway, the sect master never liked his daughter, so he was strict with him everywhere.
The river plums have withered, but the catkins are new...
For the first time in his life, Su Guanhai fell into deep guilt. He watched the little girl Yin crying, making trouble, and hanging herself. Her father forcibly set off a gust of wind and took her back to Cangwu Palace alive, without even having time to say goodbye to the young man.
He sighed helplessly, like an ordinary person, lifted up his clothes and squatted at the door of the hall, looking at the spring rocks, clouds and mist, and the continuous spring rain.
At this moment, slight footsteps sounded from the corridor outside the hall.
(End of this chapter)