If Mu Yu was allowed to bully the gray disciples by himself, he would naturally not do it, and he felt very sorry. If it's too fake, the wrong party won't be fooled. So he planned to secretly keep an eye on those cultivators who specialized in bullying gray disciples, that would be more practical.
Although most cultivators look down on gray disciples, not everyone will deliberately make things difficult for them, and some cultivators are also quite friendly towards gray disciples.
There are only a few people who are friendly to the gray disciples, and the majority do not embarrass the gray disciples. The rest are those who are looking for trouble to bully the gray disciples. This is also Mu Yu's purpose.
Mu Yu has been observing at the entrance of the gray disciples' courtyard all day long to see if any cultivators would deliberately cause trouble for the gray disciples. The daily work of gray disciples in the school is probably to clean up, serve tea and water, and meet the various needs of past cultivators.
From time to time, cultivators would come to the gray disciples' annex and ask them to come and do things. Most of them had indifferent expressions. They told the gray disciples what to do and then left. They looked arrogant and didn't seem to want to say anything more, but they didn't try to embarrass them. Gray disciple.
Mu Yu waited for a long time and finally found someone who was looking for trouble.
He was a domineering middle-aged man with low cultivation, but he had an arrogant tone, a sallow complexion, and looked malnourished. He didn't know what sect he came from. At this moment, he was teaching a gray disciple in his twenties. The gray disciple's face turned red, and he was obviously aggrieved by being scolded.
"Master Fang, the bone grass you told him to buy is no longer available. He has searched all over the city and can't find it!" The gray disciple said in a low voice. He was so aggrieved that he felt like he was about to cry.
Mr. Fang said angrily: "There is no market in Qingshou City. I won't go to the market in Yicheng to have a look? He really doesn't understand what the various sects do when they ask for spiritual stones every year to support us school disciples. You can’t even do that little thing well, you loser!”
"The Fangshi of Yicheng is in the mountains, and it's so far away from there. He can't practice Qi to the level of the first level of heaven. He hasn't learned to fly yet. He has to pray to heaven for five or six days to go back and forth!" The gray disciple said with a voice. Crying tone.
"Stop talking nonsense to him. He will wait in the academy for three days. If I don't buy the bone grass he asked for in three days, he will break my legs! There are so many gray disciples in the academy, and I am the only one missing!" Fang The aura of the young master in the foundation building stage was all suppressed by the gray disciple. The gray disciple retreated to the wall with a pale face, looking at Young Master Fang in horror, and was so frightened that he could not speak.
Mu Yu frowned and looked at Mr. Fang. He had the cultivation level of the Foundation Establishment Stage. If he didn't go to Yicheng in person, it wouldn't be a quick thing. Could he please use such a gray disciple? There is no way that the gray disciple of the first level of qi training could complete that thing three days away, and he would definitely be punished by then.
Does he know anything about bone grass? That plant has excellent healing effects and is relatively rare. It usually grows on the bones of monsters at level three or above. The living area of the third-level monsters in the monster forest is generally difficult for cultivators to set foot in, which also leads to the scarcity of bone grass. Even if the gray disciple runs to Yicheng, he may not be able to buy it.
Young Master Fang left, but the gray disciple did not look relaxed. He stared blankly at Young Master Fang's back, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes. The cultivators who serve those cultivators have to be on tenterhooks all month long, and will be beaten and scolded if they make the slightest mistake.
He also envied being the kind of advanced cultivator who could fly with a sword and cast spells. When he was sixteen years old, he stayed in Dong Lai with hope, hoping that he would be lucky enough to join a certain master. However, it backfired as no one took a fancy to his incredible talent in cultivation. It's too late to regret now. Deacon Xun said that if I choose to stay in the East, there are two ways to leave the school. One is to be favored by a certain sect and become a disciple of the sect, and the other is to die.
The gray disciple shook his head and turned around helplessly into the other courtyard. He asked to pack something and see if he could finish it in three days.
"That Mr. Fang really deserves to die."
Mu Yu was thinking in his mind, but then he thought about it, there are many people like Mr. Fang in the world of cultivation. Those with high cultivation level look down on those with low cultivation level. Should everyone with high cultivation level deserve to die
Mu Yu didn't know how to judge someone who had a damning reason, so he didn't think too much and followed Mr. Fang.
That Young Master Fang is called Fang Chang, and he is a disciple of the Xuan Bing Sect. The Xuan Bing Sect is relatively strong, so the talents of their disciples are also relatively good. Mu Yu followed Fang Chang to the annex of the Xuan Bing Sect, and told him that he could not enter the annex. There were no trees in the annex to get in, which made Mu Yu a little helpless, so he could stay in the trees outside.
As night fell, Mu Yu had been waiting outside the Xuanbing sect's courtyard for a whole day, wondering if the black shadow would come to trouble Fang Chang in the morning. In fact, he was not sure, because there might be other cultivators in Donglai that day bullying the gray disciples, and it was not just Fang Chang. Who knows if the black shadow would have wronged Fang Changdong's legs
Mu Yu found a tall tree where he could see clearly what was going on inside the Xuan Bing Sect. The light in Fang Chang's room was bright at the moment, and Mu Yu kept staring at his room. Just when Mu Yu was about to give up, the lights in Fang Chang's room suddenly went out.
Mu Yu's heart tightened, he didn't know what it meant if the lights went out, maybe he just wanted to go to bed. But at that moment, the door to Fang Chang's room was opened quietly, and Yong Xuan flashed out. He seemed to be holding another person in his legs, and quickly rushed into the darkness of the other courtyard, and then disappeared.
Mu Yu's eyes widened, he wanted to see what happened. Each sect's courtyard has its own protective formation. If he breaks through forcefully, he will definitely touch that formation. If something happens to Fang Chang and he is seen on the spot, he will not be able to clean himself.
He had no choice but to wait until the next day and go to the Xuan Bing Sect's branch to inquire about Fang Chang. Sure enough, someone from the Xuan Bing Sect said that Fang Chang seemed to have left the school last night.
But that's not possible. Mu Yu stayed outside all morning and didn't see anyone coming out of the Xuan Bing Sect's courtyard.
"Is it true that someone is venting his anger on behalf of the gray disciple?"