Xianzun is collapsing every day

The voice of the words was very low, but the sword cultivator who was teaching the lecture had already entered the spiritual realm, with sharp ears and eyes, he could hear clearly.

Mu Chuihan was crying on the spot, wiping away his tears, as if he didn't care about the changes in the people around him.

In fact, through tears, he was very proud to see that the face of the swordsman who was teaching the lecture changed directly, and Mo Jiao was even more embarrassed, holding that dress was like holding a hot potato.

Lin Xu was straightforward, and immediately asked, "Fuyan, what are you talking about? Have you met Mr. Tingyun?"

Everyone, especially the swordsman who taught the class, anxiously waited for Mu Chuihan's answer.

"Ah, no, I haven't seen it before..." Like a frightened deer, Mu Chuihan stretched out his hands to cover his mouth, his wet eyes drooped, "I'm talking nonsense, I don't know Mr. Tingyun."

Lin Xu had spent the longest time with Fuyan. Although the tearful look of the young man was full of pity, he actually saw a bit of deliberation in it.

Obviously Fuyan didn't look so weak in front of him yesterday, why did she start crying in the blink of an eye?

And this self-deprecating statement, what is the relationship between Fuyan and Mr. Tingyun?

Although the teaching swordsman teaches kendo to outer disciples, he is just an ordinary inner disciple.He was in awe of Ye Tingjiang, and instantly changed his high-hanging attitude, and approached: "Don't cry, you said that this dress was worn by Mr. Tingyun when I first met him?"

"No." Mu Chuihan sobbed a bit: "Senior brother Zhao said, mortals like us in the lower realms are not worthy of calling Mr. Mo even when we see Mr. Mo. How could I know Mr. Yun? Woolen cloth?"

After speaking, he took a cautious look at Zhao Jia.

Mu Chuihan's eyes were innocent, but Zhao Jia's whole body trembled. Although his mind was not very good, he could still hear it. Every word in these words was flying towards him with a gun and a stick.

The monk teaching the lecture had a terrible headache. Mo Jiao had some family background, and the few human monks were insignificant. He just helped Mo Jiao speak and ignored this matter. Who knew that this time he kicked the iron plate!

In the current situation, the more Mu Chuihan denied it, the less he dared to act rashly.

Zhao Jia didn't have a lot of knowledge, so he kept his mouth stubborn: "Who knows if you really know Mr. Tingyun, can you fool everyone by just using the elder as a cover?"

Mu Chuihan whispered: "Brother Zhao is right, I really don't know Mr. Tingyun, and I didn't use him as a cover."

When the teaching monk heard this, he was even more annoyed by Zhao Jia's lack of winks. How could a person from the world have such a red dress?

After all, Mo Jiao was much smarter than Zhao Jia. The damage to the sword spike was originally due to his own careless sword practice, but today he just asked Lin Xu to trouble him because he wanted to vent his anger.But he also knew when to give in, and immediately said: "Junior Brother Lin didn't mean to destroy Jiansui on purpose, I also made mistakes when I was practicing swordsmanship, so it's not good to ask Junior Brother Fuyan to pay for it. So return this clothes to Junior Brother! "

As he said that, he stuffed the red clothes into Mu Chuihan's hands, wishing he could throw this hot potato back quickly.

However, Mu Chuihan pulled Lin Xu back a step, continued to purse his lips and said, "Mr. Mo, it was indeed Lin Xu who threw the sword spike, and I am willing to pay for it."

Although Lin Xu didn't know why Mu Chuihan didn't take back his clothes, it seemed that as long as he talked with his roommate, there would be nothing wrong.So he echoed, "I didn't know that Mr. Mo was rare even for tattered sword tassels, so I threw it away. It's really because I didn't think carefully."

The two sides were still in a stalemate, but because there was too much movement in the Sword Academy, the elders in charge of the outer sect were directly attracted.

The lecturer monk knew that this matter had become a big deal, he wanted nothing else but to escape, so he reported the situation to the elder in a low voice, and spent all his time, just hoping to clean himself up.

Who knew that the elder in charge glanced at the red clothes, and said, "Isn't this the same clothes that Fuyan wore when Tingyun Lord sent Fuyan over yesterday?"

Lin Xu held Mu Chuihan's hand tightly.

Mo Jiao wanted to cry, but when he caught a glimpse of Zhao Jia, he did not hesitate to turn the tide of trouble: "Junior Brother Zhao, I said early this morning not to argue with Junior Brother Lin. It was a good intention of you to stand up for me, but it also caused everyone to misunderstand Junior brother."

Zhao Jia wanted to say something, but he took a look at Mo Jiao and reluctantly bowed his head: "I was reckless, the two juniors don't blame me."

The elder in charge calmed down the matter: "Okay, Mo Jiao returns the clothes to Fuyan. Our Linxian Sect values ​​the unity of the disciples, so you don't want to have any quarrels."

Mo Jiao nodded, and tried to return the sinful red dress again.

But Mu Chuihan made up his mind to let him accept it and never returned it. He said softly, "It's not something precious, and I also want to get along with Mr. Mo."

In the end, the elder in charge obeyed his wishes and asked Mo Jiao to accept the clothes, and the farce finally came to an end.

Lin Xu dragged Mu Chuihan to the dormitory, walked faster and faster, and finally reached a place where no one was around. He couldn't help asking: "Fu Yan, Mo Jiao framed me, why did you have to pay for your clothes?" give him?"

The timid expression on Mu Chuihan's face was long gone, and when he raised his head, there was a bright smile that succeeded in a prank, which made Lin Xu a little dumbfounded.

"Don't you think Mo Jiao's expression on the clothes at the end is pretty?" Mu Chuihan said narrowly, "Don't you think it's worth it to exchange a suit of clothes for him to worry about for months?"

It's fun to think about it!

Lin Xu didn't expect to get this answer, so he was stunned and then laughed: "Relieve your anger. You are not what I imagined, but the clothes are worth a lot of spirit stones, right?"

Mu Chuihan picked a leaf casually and waved it: "I don't know, anyway, it's the price of selling myself."

60 Lingyu, in the end he only got this suit of clothes.However, although Mu Chuihan is quite obsessed with being rich, the ultimate goal of making money is to be happy. He feels that this outfit is worth the money today.

"Selling yourself?" As a good boy, Lin Xu panicked when he heard such a word, "I'm sorry, did I mention something I shouldn't have mentioned... before?"

I don't know how to continue.

Mu Chuihan seemed to have regained the joy of teasing his little sword spirit before, and now he smiled and said, "No, I'm kidding you, do you really believe it?"

Lin Xu let out a sigh of relief: "Don't be joking." He paused, and finally asked what he wanted to know most: "Fuyan, tell me the truth, are you and Tingyun-jun really serious? understanding?"

"We met once." Mu Chuihan said honestly, "I just met yesterday."

Lin Xu was surprised and said, "Then how dare you..."

Mu Chuihan walked forward with a smile: "Before today, it was a one-sided relationship. But after today, it may not be so."

Lin Xu hurriedly chased after a few steps: "What do you mean?"

"After today, the entire Immortal Sect should know that Tingyun-jun and I have such a secret story." Mu Chuihan blinked and said with satisfaction: "If you tell a lot of lies, won't it become true? "