long night walk

Chapter 864 The Senior Brother of Taixuanzong

And this boy actually called him stupid in front of Su Jing!
He was afraid that he didn't want this pretty little face anymore.

"Understood, let's go down the mountain."

Who knows!

A scene that took everyone's breath away happened.

Su Jing, who never knew how to beat others, actually only frowned slightly, and then agreed very obediently.

What a ghost!
This young man is obviously just a second-rank Taoist, a practitioner who cannot be weaker.

Even Taixuanzong's inward disciples, like him, don't know how many will be eliminated every year.

An unconcealable warmth and anger rose on Wen Yu's face. He felt that he was ignored and humiliated by this little man in front of him.

"stop!"

Wen Yu sternly reprimanded, the voice was so loud that many disciples on the altar were startled.

It was the first time for them to see their senior brother speak so loudly, obviously angry.

Even Su Jing looked back at him curiously, feeling inexplicably happy.

Because he suddenly found out that Bai Lian was so powerful that a simple sentence could make Wen Yu so angry that he didn't even care about his demeanor.

In the past, he was the one who yelled so angrily.

Now it's turned the cart before the horse.

"Is there something wrong?" Bai Lian stopped and looked at him.

Wen Yu's expression froze again, and then he said with a cold face: "I'm not sensible, I'll give you another chance, kneel down and kowtow to me, call me senior brother!"

After speaking, he suppressed the warm and angry look on his face, and flicked off the non-existent dust on his sleeves pretending not to care.

He said indifferently: "I am an inner disciple, and I am in charge of matters related to the entry of newcomer disciples into the sect. Since you are a newcomer disciple, you should come to me first to report on today's homework.

why are you so lazyI only know how to use opportunistic tricks to curry favor with the suzerain's son, it really embarrasses us Taixuan disciples! "

Su Jing's face was wrinkled with hostility, and he clenched his fists tightly, looking fierce and ready to beat someone.

Wen Yu had a panoramic view of the changes in Su Jing's expression. He was not afraid that he would not be angry, but that he would just leave if he was not angry.

He knew that Su Jingtian was not afraid of anything, but he was afraid that the suzerain would punish him for copying books.

He also knew that every time Su Jing beat someone violently, the suzerain would punish him for copying books.

So, today, he met Su Jing very rarely, and wanted to tease Su Jing very much.

Wen Yu chuckled, took a step forward and patted Su Jing on the shoulder, and said, "Do you want to hit someone again? As a senior brother, I don't know the same knowledge as you, and I will fight with you and get punched by you." It doesn't matter if you have two legs, but if it's like this, I'm afraid that the old suzerain will punish you for copying books again."

He thought that he could see Su Jing's unwilling expression, but he never thought that when he saw Su Jing's cold smile, the ferocity in his eyes increased instead of diminishing, with a hint of excitement of expectation instead.

Su Jing broke away from the annoying palm on his shoulder, raised his fist, and swung it out without fancy.

Wen Yu looked astonished, obviously unable to react, and Su Jing was born with supernatural power, and his strength was not inferior to him. This punch was extremely fast, and even before the wind of the fist sounded, his fist had already 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, a heavy muffled sound was clearly recalled in the mountains, and the muffled sound was mixed with the toothache sound of the bridge of the nose breaking.

Wen Yu felt a sharp pain in his face, his eyes darkened, and he flew back into the weeds full of morning dew in a panic.

"Ah! Brother, are you okay?"

"Su Jing! Why are you crazy!"

"Senior Brother Wen Yu, you dare to fight. When I go back, I will definitely report to the suzerain, let him condemn you and punish you for copying books!"

On the altar, dozens of young boys and girls came enthusiastically, jumped into the weeds, and helped Wen Yu up with a look of concern.

Especially some of the Taixuanzong girls among them, the motherly brilliance bloomed in their eyes, and they looked at Wen Yu's miserable and handsome face with pity.

Wen Yu turned over, covered his bleeding mouth and nose, and looked at the two on the forest path with resentment in his eyes.

The bridge of his nose was broken by that punch, and he didn't need to look in the mirror to know how ugly he was now. He covered his mouth and nose with one hand, and pointed at the two of them with the other!
"How dare you beat senior brother with your hands, you really are impatient!"

Bai Lian sighed helplessly, and he turned around to look at Wen Yu, who was lying in the haystack in a panic but was being protected by all the stars.

His tone was neither urgent nor slow, and he asked calmly: "A disciple of Taixuanzong's inner sect? But an inner disciple of one of the Taixuan Nine Classics?"

Mentioning the four words 'Taixuan Nine Classics', even Wen Yu and the others had to put away the anger in their eyes, and could not help showing a touch of lofty respect from the expressions in their hearts.

The Taixuan Nine Classics are not a collection of spiritual exercises, but represent nine people, the nine most outstanding disciples of Taixuanzong.

The reason why it is known as the 'Jing' is because in Taixuanzong, there are nine scripture cabinets, and each scripture cabinet contains the most mysterious and ancient scriptures.

Those who are not geniuses are not allowed to penetrate, and those who are not the best in understanding and the most calm in mind are not allowed to penetrate.

And the most crucial point to be able to comprehend that scripture is that the comprehension person's own cultivation base must at least reach the cultivation base of the Lingling period.

But anyone who can comprehend the scriptures is honored as the "master of scriptures" by the people of Taixuanzong.

Of course Wen Yu is not. Although he and the Taixuan Nine Classics are both Taixuanzong's inner disciples, there is a qualitative gap between them.

"What stupid things are you talking about? Naturally, I can't be one of the Nine Classics of Taixuan!"

Bai Lian smiled slightly, and continued to ask: "Then you are one of the thirteen swords of Tianxie?"

Wen Yu and the group of disciples behind him were stunned again, and his face gradually showed impatience, "Of course not! What do you want to ask?"

He had already introduced himself early in the morning, his name was Wen Yu, no matter whether it was Taixuan Nine Classics or Tianxi Thirteen Swords, there was no one named Wen Yu.

For this group of Taixuanzong disciples, Bai Lian obviously asked too many questions and talked nonsense.

Upon hearing the answer, Bai Lian nodded in satisfaction.

He stood up straight, his expression was still courteous, peaceful and kind, on the basis of all this, I don't know if it was an illusion of everyone.

They actually felt an inexplicable and even a sense of arrogance from this young man.

The moment this thought arose in their hearts, they all felt a little ridiculous.

They actually think that a mediocre person who is seeking the second rank is superior to them?
However, this was not their illusion, and even Bai Lian didn't show it on purpose.

It's just the noble blood in his body and the arrogance that penetrates deep into the bone marrow. Even though his face is modest at this moment, the arrogance is still faintly noticed by everyone inadvertently.

"Whether it's the Nine Classics of the Taixuan or the Thirteen Swords of the Tianxie, I'm not qualified to ask me to kneel down and call them a senior brother, and you are neither the Nine Classics of the Taixuan nor the Thirteenth Swords of the Tianxie, um... excuse me Just ask..."

Bai Li'an's face was always calm and indifferent, with Wen Yu's reflection inlaid in his pitch-black eyes, he said the next sentence without any hint of sarcasm.

He is indeed mediocre, but the blood of pride flowing in his bones has never allowed 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, there is no one whose status is more noble than his.

"What are you, you dare to let me call you brother?"

The calm and natural words stunned everyone.

It is because of peace that it hurts.

Only Su Jing, his hostility gradually receded, and his eyes were rare to be at peace.

Wen Yu, who had completely recalled Bai Lian's words, his handsome face immediately became ferocious and distorted. Regardless of the pain on his face, he stood up abruptly!

His blood-stained palm was pressed on the hilt of the sword, and the long sword with its sheath trembled unceasingly, indicating Wen Yu's strong killing intent that could not be suppressed!
He stared at Bai Li'an fiercely, and said with a sneer: "A mere person who seeks the Tao of the second rank dares to speak so nonsense!

Forget it, I will compete with you and speak with strength. If you beat me, not to mention that there is no need to call me senior brother, in the days to come, I will call you senior brother. "

Bai Lian said: "Why do I have to compete with you, I can't beat you."

Such a frank admission of his own weakness made Wen Yu startled again.

Then he came to his senses, and before he could show a mocking smile on his face, he heard Bai Lian'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 can't reach in your life. I stand higher than you. This is my advantage.

I don't need you to call me a senior, and I don't want to have a senior like you, and you... are not qualified to be my senior. "

"You!" Wen Yu's face was full of anger, his eyes were about to burst into flames, he laughed hard, and said, "What if I insist on competing with you?!"

Bai Lian took a step back, not because of jealousy and fear, but because of disgust.

He looked at the group of disciples behind Wen Yu with a very disgusted look, and said in a tone of disappointment and surprise: "A family of immortals?"

The children behind Wen Yu showed shame.

After all, it was their senior brother who was aggressive from the beginning.

Bullying the small with the big is not what a gentleman does.

And that young man, although there was a very hurtful sharp meaning in his calm words, but from the beginning to the end, he did not do anything out of demeanor.

Although Cai Cai's arrogant words were somewhat distasteful, they finally interpreted those words as a counterattack.

Bai Lian tilted his head, and continued: "Although he is not the senior brother of me and Su Jing, he has claimed the name of his own senior brother and forced me to compete with him under the guise of his senior brother's identity. what."

One of the women finally couldn't help but jumped out and said: "Brother, he treats others with gentleness and courtesy, and we are also his younger brothers and younger sisters, but he never treats us like this, why don't you find the reason in yourself."

Bai Li'an's expression turned cold all of a sudden, and his gaze was as cold as a knife's edge and shot at the girl.

Although his cultivation base is not good, after all, he has experienced life and death for many days. After several experiences, there is a bit of hostility and bloody intent in his eyes. Awed by the girl with the sword.

She took half a step back, and then said aggrievedly, "You...why are you staring at me like this?"

The coldness in Bai Li'an's eyes didn't diminish at all, he showed a sneer, and said, "I've always been gentle and never stare at others, why don't you reflect on yourself, why do you let me stare at you? "

"You!" The female disciple looked ashamed and indignant, how could she not understand that the young man was mocking herself, but she was speechless.

Bai Lian withdrew his gaze, and the intentionally cold gaze disappeared. He looked at Wen Yu, who was grinding his teeth, and said with a frown:

"Taixuanzong's inner disciples only look for soft persimmons? I can see that you actually want to trouble Su Jing. Well, you should fight him. Use the so-called... Well, strength speaks."

Bai Lian took another step back to make room.

Although Su Jing didn't quite understand how sharp Bai Lian's words were, but he understood what he was ignorant of.

Because of Bai Li'an's words, he could beat Wen Yupang upright and heartily.

Anyway, this guy never beat him.

It's just different this time, because he knows that because of what Bai Lian said, he can beat Wen Yu like a dead pig without any punishment from his father.

Very rare, Su Jing showed a happy smile, standing in front of Bai Lian.

Those dark eyes stared straight at Wen Yu, and said, "Yes, fight with me, if you win, I will call you senior brother."

Because Wen Yu was never his opponent, Su Jing was very confident.

Wen Yu's expression turned stiff immediately, and he knew that with the intervention of this unknown arrogant young man today, he might find it difficult to trouble Su Jing.

If the entanglement continued, it would be himself who would suffer and lose face in the end.

Wen Yu took a deep look at Bai Li'an, as if he wanted to keep him in his heart. His eyes all wanted to express that today's incident was already in his heart.

"The morning training is not over yet, return to your position and continue practicing sword!"

Wen Yu didn't take another look at Su Jing, and led everyone back to the altar.

"Hey! You haven't competed with me yet!"

Su Jing was so disappointed, he was very dissatisfied and wanted to chase him out, but Bai Lian grabbed his arm. He looked back at Bai Lian strangely, and asked, "Aren't you going to fight?"

Bai Lian shook his head with a smile, and said, "We still have to go down the mountain to plant small tomatoes to eat delicious food."

Su Jing's eyes lit up, and he immediately put Wen Yu's matter behind him. He nodded repeatedly, held Bai Lian's hand behind his back, and trotted down the mountain.

"Yeah, go down the mountain and go down the mountain."

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Wen Yu was furious in his heart, and the morning exercise soon ended under his unhappy mood.

The pain on the face has not dissipated, and the red and swollen bridge of the nose is really indecent.

He returned to the mountain gate angrily, and many disciples in the sect looked at him with surprise and suspicion.

This made him even angrier.

He thought, he must ask the suzerain to give Su Jing a good lecture, anyway, the suzerain never liked his daughter, so he was strict with him everywhere.

Jiangmei has withered, catkins are born...

For the first time in his life, Su Guanhai fell into deep guilt. He watched the little Yin girl cry, make trouble and hang herself, but her father forcibly set off a gust of wind and brought her back to Cangwu Palace, even with the boy. It was too late to say goodbye.

He sighed helplessly, and like an ordinary person, he opened his clothes and squatted at the entrance of the hall, watching the spring, stones, clouds and mist, and the spring rain.

At this moment, slight footsteps sounded from the corridor outside the hall.

(End of this chapter)