"I hate!"
A disciple of Xuan Li Peak was crying after the morning sword practice, sat down on the ground, sighed, and looked like he was about to shed a few male tears at any time.
"I only know that there are unpredictable things in the sky, but I didn't expect that even the daily life will change."
"One hates poverty, the second hates the impermanence of the world, and the third hates dealers who don't have eyes."
On the other side, a disciple with the same gloomy expression was holding his own saber, and without raising his eyelids, he opened his mouth to answer the following words for him.
"Hate—"
In the end, the several people around dragged their voices together, speaking with tears in their voices.
On the martial arts arena for morning training, a young man in a robe slightly different from theirs frowned a little farther away from these disciples. This young man is actually good-looking, but he always has a bit of hostility on his body. He seems to be upset by everyone and wants to beat everyone up. This person's name is Hezhou, and he is the son of the master of Xuanli Peak.
He Zhou is the chief disciple of Xuanli Peak. He just came back from performing the mission of the sect these few days, so he, together with other inner disciples, supervised Xuanli Peak's disciples to practice swords in the morning.
This can be regarded as the tradition of Jiuxuanmen.
In Jiuxuanmen, before becoming an inner disciple or even a core disciple, except for the cultivation of the heart method, which is taught by the elders, other swordsmanship and swordsmanship are taught by senior brothers and sisters. And every morning, the official disciples would gather in the training grounds of each peak and vein to conduct morning exercises together.
And at this time, the senior brothers and sisters of the inner sect, with their swords on their backs and knives in their hands, patrolled the crowd, and when they saw any sword skills that were wrong, they would sneak out and give advice.
However, under normal circumstances, core disciples and chief disciples spent most of their time either in seclusion or going out to perform sect missions, and only went to the Martial Arts Field when they were free.
Although the disciples of Xianmen are cultivators, they are still young people. It is normal for them to jump a little after morning exercises. But like today, everyone is sighing and frowning, and this is the first time Hezhou has seen it. He listened to the conversation of several people, and the doubts in his heart became deeper and deeper.
"you."
He Zhou pointed to the disciple who just talked about bitterness and hatred.
The disciple he pointed to was startled, and stood up suddenly: "Senior Brother He! The morning exercise is over, I'm not being lazy!"
The disciple said loudly almost reflexively, and he was very proficient at first glance.
Hezhou: …
The people around suddenly burst into laughter. The disciple who was picked up by Hezhou was called Li Shu, who was notoriously slippery. He must be one of the people who sneaked down the mountain by stepping on the iron chain every day. The daily training given by Xuan Lifeng's senior brothers and sisters has almost become Xuan Lifeng's daily routine after the "daily village".
"Li Shu, I haven't said anything yet."
He Zhou almost gritted his teeth and squeezed out words from the cracks.
— This is why He Zhou always runs outside the sect, preferring to carry out missions throughout the year.
He Zhou, the chief disciple of Xuan Li Peak.
The leader of the law enforcement team of the Zongmen takes the laws of the Zongmen as his principle of conduct, and is strict and meticulous.
However, his younger brothers and sisters... are all a bunch of incomprehensible psychopaths. Whenever He Zhou sees his brothers and sisters, his first reaction is to draw his sword and make these guys behave. Over the years, Hezhou has a face that makes everyone unhappy and wants to beat everyone up.
"... Er... brother, tell me."
Li Shu realized that he had made an ugly face again, coughed in embarrassment, and stood up obediently.
"What's going on with you today?"
He Zhou's eyes swept over the mournful disciples.
The other disciples immediately restrained their expressions, so as not to follow in Li Shu's footsteps and be called out by Hezhou for questioning. Li Shu looked at He Zhou's expression, and told the story from the beginning to the end of the daily bets made by everyone in the morning, and the fact that the big brother actually came out of retreat today.
Li Shu took a look at He Zhou's expression, but didn't notice that other disciples were winking at him frantically.
By the time he finished speaking, the others looked desperate.
Xuan Lifeng... Gambling is prohibited, idiot...
This is the rule, but under normal circumstances, the elders and senior brothers turn a blind eye and don't take it seriously. but! In front of them is Senior Brother He who is famous for meticulously implementing the laws of the sect! Isn't this, the mouse is rushing to find the cat and die
Unexpectedly, Hezhou ignored this point.
He sneered: "Eldest brother? That guy finally came out? Do you still remember that you are the elder brother of the sect?"
The tone was annoyed and disdainful.
Li Shu realized that he seemed to have said something that shouldn't be said, and turned to look at the other brothers. The others looked away one after another, pretending to be nonchalant and ignorant. Jiang Chen, who was carrying the sword, gave him a look of "I will sing the call of the soul for you, so I won't let you go".
A bunch of cowards.
When He Zhou spoke, everyone finally remembered one thing. Back then, Bailishu was suddenly brought back to Jiuxuanmen and became a big brother, making it a joke that the ten years of Hezhou's chief disciples fighting each other. For this reason, all the chief disciples are very displeased with Senior Brother Baili...
It's just that Senior Brother Baili has been in seclusion all year round, which made them vent their anger. As a result, whenever anyone mentioned Senior Brother Baili, these chief executives exploded in an instant.
It's become a routine.
Everyone watched their noses with their eyes, their mouths with their noses, and their hearts with their mouths, and it was quiet.
"Brother..." Li Shu squeezed out a smile.
He Zhou snorted coldly.
"Junior Brother He, I heard that Senior Brother Baili reacted so strongly? It's a pity, even if Senior Brother Baili hadn't left the level, you wouldn't be the Senior Senior Brother."
Just when Li Shu thought he was going to die, a smiling voice sounded. Hearing this voice, He Zhou's face became even more ugly. With a gloomy face, he looked in the direction of the sound.
A young man in a light-colored blue shirt was shaking a folding fan with Yin and Yang pictures drawn on the fan. He had a faint smile on his face, and he looked like a romantic man.
"Shen Changge, what a rare visitor." He Zhou twitched the corner of his mouth, and smiled, "You are not in your trunk, what are you doing here at Xuanli Peak?"
"This is also filthy. I want to go to the mission hall to pick up a mission when I have nothing to do. Who knows that I didn't choose a good day, but I bumped into it." Shen Changge said with a smile on his face, but the words he said were completely opposite to his expression. You're welcome, "I have to get rid of the filth when I go back this time."
While speaking, there was a clang of a knife.
A cold light flashed, and He Zhou's long knife was out of its sheath.
Shen Changge's expression remained unchanged, he closed the folding fan in his hand, and raised his hand, the folding fan collided with the light of the knife coming towards him. There was only a crisp sound, and the seemingly flimsy folding fan held Hezhou's long knife. Shen Changge is nicknamed "Yin-Yang Fan"—the most poisonous thing is the Yin-Yang Fan, with a romantic and hidden killing aspect.