Xiuxian Work Log

Chapter 175 Out-of-state

"I won't kill you."

The small wooden sword moved away.

For the first time, Meng Nianchun looked seriously at the girl who had just been bullied by Yu Yourong.

A round face, single eyelids, elongated eye ends, and the remaining white of the eyes show a bit of hostility, like a blade of grass standing in the cold wind.

He vaguely heard someone call her name, but he couldn't remember what it was.

"Let me ask you again, how did you know that?"

The female disciple climbed up from the snow, swaying like a broken house about to fall apart. But strangely, she maintained a wonderful balance and stood up.

too weak.

Even in Shangnan Sect, a place that does not emphasize martial arts, many people's physical fitness far exceeds that of ordinary people.

Unlike her, she actually seems weaker than a mortal.

The girl's voice was cautious after being torn.

"It's easy to know, isn't it? When your brother plotted against the eldest young master of the Ye family that day, I even removed the loophole he left behind."

"But judging by the time, he might find out about him soon."

Meng Nianchun: "Is that so? What do you want?"

In order to help Wenren Shuyu without fear of being bullied by Yu Yourong, it must be that he does not like Wenren Shuyu, but has other intentions.

But the girl said, "I don't want anything. If you really want to help me, then... forget it."

……

Meng Nianchun watched the girl slowly leave, but his heart began to beat faster.

He crushed the ice butterfly on his body with his spiritual power, and then turned into a ray of spiritual light and came to the weapon refining room where Wenren Shuyu was.

Before I even got close, I could hear the noise.

There was a voice that he had heard countless times in Class C, which was heard loudly.

"Why don't you help me repair the spirit pen? I heard from Shui Xiuyang that your repair skills are excellent, and I want to see them for myself."

"Who would dare to take orders from you, the young master of the He family? Who knows if you'll slip a mouse in there in the middle of the night?"

"Brother, He Junyou didn't do it on purpose, and he's already apologized. Why are you still making such a fuss about it?"

"I never thought there are still people who are afraid of rats. It's really a disgrace to the status of a cultivator."

"Okay, okay, stop arguing."

……

In the weapon refining hall, a group of people surrounded Wenren Shuyu. Wenren Shuyu seemed like a speck of dust buried in it. He Junyou and a group of people were laughing and making noises, as if they wanted to treat this as the second Class C.

He Junyou sat next to Wenren Shuyu and insisted on repairing the spiritual weapon.

Wenren Shuyu was reluctant to get angry and gave him the spiritual weapon to repair. Unexpectedly, he immediately grasped the method and started to repair it in a decent manner.

Someone said, "Young Master has fallen so low that he has to cultivate spiritual weapons."

He Junyou immediately threw the spiritual weapon back and said, "Oh, I'm so sorry, Shuyu, you should practice well."

Wenren Shuyu looked at the spiritual weapon, which was becoming even more severely damaged:

He Junyou turned to his brother who was hiding behind Shui Xiuyang and said with a tut-tut sound, "Xiusi and Xiuyang really have a deep brother-sister relationship. They should be married off together. Otherwise, they'd be very lonely without one of them, right?"

Shui Xiuyang's beautiful expression changed for a moment, and she laughed: "Brother is brother, and I am me, how can we be together?"

He Junyou just smiled and said nothing.

He turned his gaze to the young master outside the door, as eager as if he had seen his own brother.

"Nian Nian is back?"

Meng Nianchun gave He Junyou a cold look.

……

For several days, He Junyou had been rushing to the weapon refining hall with a group of people. Wenren Shuyu was being closely watched by him, so he missed the Ye family's eldest young master leading his men to investigate.

Later, seeing that the young master had no more moves, He Junyou went to play somewhere else. Instead, he heard the disciple next to him say:

"Where else would he go? Of course he'd go and spend time with his fiancée."

"They are not like us, who are born with a good marriage."

Shi Xuanyu supported himself with his hands. "The last time I went to the teacher's place, I saw his homework. The handwriting was thick and powerful. It couldn't have been done by him at all! Maybe Fu Weisheng did it for him."

At this time, Meng Nianchun was teasing a bird with colorful wings that was hanging from the eaves.

Shi Xuanyu stared at the beautiful feathers on the bird. "Have you seen Shui Xiuyi's spiritual brush? The feathers on it are from this kind of bird. I heard that it was a reward from the teacher last time. When can the teacher reward me as well?"

The bird felt uncomfortable with Shi Xuanyu's greedy gaze, so it spread its wide and large feathers, which were as colorful as a landscape painting, and flew across the sky for a moment.

Meng Nianchun said calmly, "You scared it."

"Birds can also be scared?" Shi Xuanyu muttered: "Then I'm fine even if I get scared every day."

……

Wenren Shuyu was still looking for other people in the Southern Sect who might have snatched other people's immortal bones, but the search of the eldest young master of the Ye family made the mice smell uneasiness, and they all hid in their holes.

The teacher who had kicked him out of Class B found him.

"Do you know you're wrong?"

Wenren Shuyu had an instant talent for talismans, but the teacher in Class Yi loved money. If the disciples did not hand over enough money, he would find fault with them.

Wenren Shuyu's repeated lack of appreciation irritated the Master, so he found a fault and kicked him out. Now, I just want to see if this guy has come to his senses.

"Disciple is right."

"Hmph! Stubborn!"

The master walked away angrily, "You'll just stay in the weapon refining hall and never become a weapon!"

Wenren Shuyu didn't take it seriously. He turned around and his eyes met the visitor's.

Unexpectedly, it was Fu Jiheng.

The boy looked at him with a slightly pale face, and the firm lines on his face revealed indifference.

Wenren Shuyu did not expect that the first person to come to him was Fu Jiheng.

Perhaps this young man from the Fu family had a backup plan, or perhaps the eldest young master of the Ye family was not as powerful as the Class A he was in.

Fu Jiheng took a look at Wenren Shuyu, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and said, "If you're doing something sneaky, you shouldn't be so conspicuous."

Wenren Shuyu: "It seems that Master Fu is more experienced than me."

Fu Jiheng straightened his lips, "You really don't know how to speak."

"Although I don't understand what's wrong with you, the Ziyang Sword Sect, but at least you still have one advantage."

Wenren Shuyu looked at Fu Jiheng. He stood there without fear or irritation, like a blank space or thick black ink.

"Innocent and cute."

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It took Lin Qingyue a full twenty days to reach from a country of snow-white water to another country of solid ice.

Shenzhou Kingdom.

As soon as Lin Qingyue got off the hearse, a hailstone hit her head.

……

The hailstones broke apart and rolled down to the hard ground.

The broken ice slapped her face, but her body had long been trained. Because the broken ice was so fragile, she used her spiritual power to support the barrier to isolate the broken ice.

There were shops selling talismans, elixirs, and formations everywhere around. Lin Qingyue found a restaurant among the available shops and took a short rest.

The restaurant sells pots, the boiling water surging, the soul and flesh stirring and changing color in a moment. The extreme cold and the warmth are like being in two different worlds.

"Out-of-stater?"