After I died, the cold beauty fell from the altar

Su Wan didn't go forward again, and quietly watched the play.

Children only punch and kick when they fight, and they are as reckless as headless chickens, without any rules.

Ning Xuansheng and the others were young, and they were all skinny except for the little chubby, who was also a slob, and was beaten into a ball by those tall men, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.

"It's all your fault for procrastinating, no one cleaned the dining hall, and Elder Meng punished us!"

"Cleaning the canteen is originally the responsibility of the senior brother. I am still a latecomer and my cultivation level is low. It is okay to help the senior brother a few times in my free time, but since I came to Fuyu Mountain to remove the scorched earth, I am so tired every day that I really can't help the senior brother. "

"Well, Ning Xuansheng, if you dare to hit me, I don't think you have been beaten enough!"

What a curmudgeon.

Hearing the muffled sound of the boy holding back the pain when he was beaten, Su Wan yawned, feeling bored.

He probably understands the whole story. The disciples who started first took advantage of their age, but they bullied the disciples who started later and let them be his younger brothers. Recently, the younger brothers were arrested by him as laborers, and no one helped them. He was punished by Lord Meng Qi again, so he took his anger out on his younger brother.

This is quite a sense of Taoist bullying. Sure enough, as long as people gather together, darkness and evil will inevitably breed.

By the way, didn't those little Taoist priests say that Xu Qingyi was amazing?Why didn't Xu Qingyi come to rescue them?The "gods" they believe in don't know what they are suffering, so what's so bad about it?

Su Wan watched the fire from the other side, gloated, and there was an inconspicuous dimple on the corner of his mouth.

"Master Host, they are also quite pitiful."

The system says it can't see children suffering.

"Oh?"

Su Wan raised her voice, and the smile on her face became brighter, "It's okay, I'll help you."

System: I suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Come on, you rush out of my head now, use your ability to attract beasts, attract a flying gorilla, and trample them all to death!"

"Master Host, you should just pretend that the system doesn't exist."

He is not a chivalrous man who will draw his sword to help when he sees injustice, so he doesn't do such things that are not beneficial to him.

What's more, these little Taoist priests are full of thoughts about the sick young master, so why would they need someone who they said was beaten by the master to "fall into pieces, cry and cry" to rescue them?

Su Wan really held grudges very much, including that although he liked Mo Qiuzhe's swordsmanship, he still wanted this man's legs.

He had thought it all over, and if it really didn't work, he waited until the finale of the whole book, he cut off Mo Qiu's broken leg first, and then went to the protagonist to lead him to death.

This completes it!

Su Wan snapped his fingers, and his eyes were attracted by the flying paper in front of him. The black and white paper was covered with blood, and it was instantly dirty.

As soon as he frowned, Chad thought, isn't this the heart-purifying mantra he asked those little Taoist priests to copy?He was about to use it to perfuse Shen Sitang's Yun Xingyou!

What a group of idiots who have more than failed to achieve success!

_;

Four or five little Taoist priests were covered in bruises, their heads were bleeding, and they couldn't even stand up. The gray-clothed Taoist who took the lead in oppressing them felt that he had finally breathed out a bad breath, and the corners of his mouth were briskly raised. It has been two or three years, and I never thought I would still not be able to learn the rules of Nanhua Dao! Then today, my seniors will teach you how to be human!"

Someone picked up the paper on the ground, read the words on it, and hurriedly fanned the flames: "Brother, they did it on purpose, you see, since they have time to copy this Laoshizi Qingxin mantra, why don't they have time to help us clean the dining hall! "

The Taoist in gray grabbed the flying paper, took a closer look, and tore it into pieces angrily: "So you deliberately didn't clean the canteen, and I was punished by Elder Meng. I can't spare you!"

Seeing that the rain of fists was about to fall again, Xiao Pangdun's explanation was choked in his throat, and despair returned to his bruised cheeks. He closed his eyes in fear, and curled himself up tightly.

Ning Xuansheng couldn't protect himself, so he still gritted his teeth to protect Xiaopangdun. He knew that his junior was most afraid of pain.

Before the storm came, the blurred and hoarse voice came first: "You have stained my paper."

Everyone was startled, and just about to turn around, they found that they were frozen in place, their limbs were stiff, and they couldn't move.

The surrounding area suddenly became gloomy, and the young man appeared in front of them unexpectedly.

"Chang, Master Changzhao..." The outer disciples almost lost their wits, their faces were ashen. If they could move, they would have collapsed to the ground and kowtowed crazily.

The person in front of him frowns and smiles lightly. He wears a brocade embroidered shirt with folded branches in Xuanqing and Sichuan, showing off his free and easy air. His black hair is tied up as he pleases. He doesn't look like a high-ranking palace master at all, and he doesn't see what he has done. , only heard the "click" sound of bones breaking, and the screams of several disciples resounded through the sky.

Ning Xuansheng's heart trembled, like a frightened bird, and even the pain all over her body was forgotten.

"Please, I beg the Palace Master to be merciful, this disciple knows his mistake! It is the disciple who deserves to die for disturbing the Palace Master! The disciple will never dare again!"

Their left arm was forcibly torn off from the left shoulder by a gust of true energy. The pain of breaking the arm was ten thousand times more piercing than punching and kicking.

The faces of the Taoists in gray clothes were ashen, weeping bitterly, begging for mercy.

"Look at your prospects, it's just a dislocation."

Su Wan burned the shredded paper on the ground, and a cold light flashed in her slender phoenix eyes, "Do you know why I didn't unscrew your right hands at the same time?"

Although the gray-clothed disciple was in pain, his brain turned quickly, and he immediately understood for whom Ning Xuansheng and the others copied the Qingxin Mantra, and hurriedly replied: "It is the disciple who is stupid and soiled the paper of the palace master. The disciples immediately refilled it." Copy, I hope that the Hall Master will give the disciples a chance to correct their mistakes! The Hall Master is so kind and virtuous, the disciples will never forget it, I am grateful, and I am willing to be a cow and a horse to repay the Hall Master!"

As expected of an old fritter who has been in the field for a long time, he will go through the process by himself without him saying much, which just saves him a lot of trouble.

He undid their holding spell with great satisfaction, and watched them dragging their dangling left hands, crawling and running to the shade of the trees to pick up pens and paper.

Glancing at Ning Xuansheng, whose face was swollen like a steamed stuffed bun, and the others, these people were severely beaten, but Ning Xuansheng didn't look so embarrassed, with a corner of the jasper pendant hanging around his neck showing a faint streamer .

Su Wan saw at a glance that this jade pendant was not simple, he didn't want to delve into the matter, since it belonged to this child, it was his fate, whether it was a blessing or a curse, he had to bear it.

So his eyes darkened, and he said coldly: "Why are you standing there, dig the ground!"

The few little Taoist priests came back to their senses, nodded in a daze, walked through the transparent barrier, and limped to the edge of the black and scorched earth with their hoes.

System (hidden poking): Su Papi, Su Papi, even injured children.

Su Papiwan: I have caught a few more small workers, happy.

More small workers can get twice the result with half the effort.

When Yun Xingyou, the elder of Suishensitang, was sorting out the documents, he raised his eyes and saw Daoist Zhexuan, who was in a robe of folded branches in Xuanqing Shu brocade, holding a stack of thick rice paper in his arms, walking slowly on the wind, full of elegance.

He couldn't help being amazed that Zhexuan's temperament changed drastically after not seeing him for a few days.

Knowing that this person came here specially to send a copy of the [-] repetitions of the Pure Heart Mantra, Yun Xingyou was overjoyed, and called out "you can teach me".

When he took the paper, he found that some of the handwriting on the paper was flamboyant, some were painted with worms, and some had silkworm heads and swallow tails. His gratified smile froze on his face little by little: "Why are these handwritings so different?"

"It was written by several people, so the handwriting is naturally different."

Su Wan readily admitted.

"Hands of several people? Didn't you copy it alone?"

"Otherwise? In the previous trial, you didn't say that the five hundred repetitions of the Mantra must come from me. In short, I gave the five hundred repetitions. How about you, do you want to love it?"

He waved his hand, swaggered across the threshold, left Yunxing blushed with worry, and smashed the rice paper heavily on the desk, and the paper fell all over the room in an instant.

Meng Qijun, the elder of the outer door deacon, came in with a cane. Seeing his angry appearance, he couldn't help asking: "Which disciple who doesn't have long eyes annoyed you? Meng, go and teach him a lesson!"

"Who else but Zhe Xuan!"

Yun Xingyou was furious and furious, "Look at the mantra he copied, he found someone to write it for him. I don't know which disciple is so bold!"

Mr. Meng Qi's injury was not yet fully healed, he propped his neck and looked at the paper on the ground with difficulty, and muttered: "It seems that it was written by a disciple of Meng's sect..."

"you!"

Yun Xingyou's eyes widened with anger, and he was inconceivable, "How can you borrow your disciple to write for him? Aren't you working for a tiger? You have always accused old man He of protecting him all your life, but now what you are doing has nothing to do with old man He respectively!"

Mr. Meng Qi sighed helplessly: "He has borrowed all his disciples from Xiushan to my door. If Meng refuses outright, in case he goes crazy, he can still pay by demolishing my Jingqian Pavilion? Besides, there are only four or five disciples. , it's all right."

"Four or five? You asked four or five disciples to repair the Lingshan Mountain that a hundred people can't finish?! You don't want to exhaust them to death!"

"Oh, Meng forgot about it," Meng Qijun slapped his head and said tentatively, "Why don't you... lend him a few more?"

"Confused, confused!" Yun Xing was so worried that he raised his forehead, "No, I have to report this matter to the head."

"Impossible," Meng Qijun stopped him, "The chief's injury is still unhealed, and Zhexuan cannot be cured. In my opinion, we should wait for the gentleman to come out and tell him."

"Do you know when the gentleman will come out?"

"At most hundreds of years, Meng can afford to wait, when the time comes, new and old grudges will be counted together!"

"..."

_;

When Su Wan returned to Shuowei Peak, it was late at night, the lights of Fusheng Hall were still on, and the candles lit in the stone platform illuminated the yard, reflecting the crabapple flowers, which were extremely gorgeous.

Stepping into the main courtyard, a startling image first appears in the eyes, no matter how gorgeous the begonias are all around, it can't match the natural "white brocade without traces and fragrance, and Yushu Qiongpa piled up with snow".

He had no expression on his face and cold eyes, but when he saw this man, he consciously put on a smile, "Brother, you haven't stopped yet."

In his heart, he secretly speculated: Could it be that the old guy Yun Xingyou sued him in front of this person?Damn old man, next time he must turn Shen Sitang upside down!

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感谢在2022-03-2822:47:17-2022-03-2922:06:52期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: called Dad, 1 bottle of Ting Yan;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!