No one knows transmigration better than me!

Chapter 110 Things are left behind
The tone of the disciples shouted like a lazy morning reading.

If there is a teacher or instructor standing next to him, he might yell, "Are you not full?"
Ning Luo didn't care.

But Shushan disciples care!
Suddenly an inexplicable guy came to be the head, who can swallow this resentment?

Ning Luo has no cultivation, suffers from a serious illness, and is still a newcomer, but he can become the head of Shushan.

Then why can't they, the meritorious disciples of Shu Mountain?

Why should the head of Shushan be handed over to others?
Even if it was the senior brother's decision, they are all very angry now.

Because anyone could see that the elder brother was obviously drunk and made such a nonsense decision.

But, are they worth messing around with the big brother?
Shushan is not a play house.

"I'm sorry, I quit Shushan!"

"me too."

"Shu Mountain has long existed in name only, so don't deceive yourself!"

"This kind of guy can become the master, so can Shushan still be called Shushan? What else do we have to insist on!"

"I quit too!"

"quit!"

The stagnation accumulated by the disciples for several years exploded at this moment!
There was the first person to start, and in a blink of an eye the crowd was excited, and everyone threatened to quit.

Those disciples who quit the sect also tried to persuade others to quit Shushan together.

Because in this way they are no longer alone, they are recognized, which is the nature of human beings.

Or it is the nature of Wuhe.

Ning Luo put her hands behind her back, her expression calm: "If you want to leave, you can leave, if you want to stay, then you can stay. Talking too much is useless."

"Hey, there's only one idiot, I really think of myself as the master!"

"Take a pee and look in the mirror, you look like a dog, I don't know who gave you face!"

"Smelly beggar, an expert pretending to be your mother!"

"spit!"

Those disciples who had just quit the sect changed their attitude and attacked Ning Luoqun.

Since they are no longer from Shu Mountain, there is no need for them to suppress their nature.

That is the negative emotion they have accumulated over the years, and it is also a dark corner in their personality.

It's normal, and it's not extreme.

After all, they have been seeking the Tao for many years, but what they got in return is such a cold ending, no one can remain indifferent.

It's just that they called the wrong person.

Even if Ning Luo never provoked them, even if Shushan's downfall had nothing to do with his arrival, even if the source of their resentment should have been the alcoholic brother
But this group of withdrawn disciples still took Ning Luo as a target to vent their anger, and transferred their frustrations to this young man whom they had just met.

The reason is nothing more than that Ning Luo is easy to bully.

A seventh level, a sick number, a fool knows who he should scold.

Ning Luo laughed lightly in his heart, not caring.

If shutting up makes the gang roll downhill faster, then there's no need to respond.

In a blink of an eye, the disciples left in sevens and eighties. Counting the senior brothers, there were only exactly 20 of them.

With such a large sect, it is embarrassing that even the number of people in a class cannot be filled in the end.

Most of the remaining people are abandoned babies or orphans brought back from Shushan.

Although Shushan is not an orphanage, when it sees abandoned babies and orphans who are kind and talented, they will be brought back to the mountain gate for training.

These people are not still disappointed with Shushan.

It's just that they have nowhere else to go except Shushan.

No matter how poor they are, this is their only home.

"call"

Ning Luo heard the elder brother next to him sigh in relief.

He was not drunk, Ning Luo knew it.

It was impossible for a drunk to examine him with such sharp eyes and try to probe his cultivation.

So what the big brother wants to do is to create an opportunity.

He wanted to give those people a chance to have an excuse to leave Shushan according to their heart.

Now he did it.

The eldest brother shook the jug, and there was almost no water left in it.

He raised his head desolately, and threw the jug to a familiar disciple: "Sixteen, it's your turn."

This is also his usual method.

He asked his disciple Yujian to go down the mountain to drink wine, so that they could see the prosperity of the world, so he gave up this old dilapidated palace.

Ning Luo sees through but doesn't say anything.

Immediately afterwards, the elder brother turned to ask: "How about it, do you still want to be the leader now?"

Ning Luo didn't change his expression: "I've said it before, I worship mountains, not people."

The elder brother curled his lips noncommittally, he didn't like Ning Luo, this was also true.

How can a young patient who has never met him have a more sincere feeling for Shushan than he who has been worshiping the mountain gate for decades?
Big brother can't accept it.

That's why he let Ning Luo be the head, and then drew him a big pie to revive Shushan.

This kind of unrealistic dream is enough to wear away Ning Luo's weak will, thus revealing his weak nature.

But at least for now, Ning Luo has not shown signs of decline.

What the elder brother didn't know was that although the young man in front of him with weak breath had never been to Mount Shu, he had already guarded Mount Shu from the invasion of the Demon Sect more than ten times.

But he, who seems to be foolish and ignorant, knows every detail of Shushan's past and even the old secrets of Dust Abyss.

Shushan, I really know you better than you.

Ning Luo didn't change his face, and calmly accepted the post of head.

However, there was chaos in the ruins on the side.

Those disciples who threatened to withdraw were rummaging through the ruins one by one, trying to find something useful to sell.

Just like the remnants of the plaque in the Hall of Purity, the fragments of cups and cups in the Hall of Asking Swords, and the beams and pillars made of black gold wood.
Although Shushan has been reduced to ruins, it was once the most immortal sect of Lingshan in this world.When these things are put on the market, no matter their quality or collection value, they are enough to sell for sky-high prices.

The remaining disciples frowned slightly, and felt inexplicably disgusted seeing those people dividing up the palace.

But the elder brother's eyes were slightly cold, and some disgust was faintly born in his heart.

Shushan taught them martial arts and swordsmanship, but failed to teach them how to be human.

But he didn't say much.

Although Shushan never forced them to stay, and it was their own choice whether to stay or not, it is also true that they wasted a few more years on the mountain.

So the useless garbage is given away.

Just treat it as a good get-together and a good break-up, and it's over.

But Ning Luo didn't think so.

Under the astonished gazes of his disciples and senior brothers, Ning Luo walked slowly towards the collapsed palace.

He looked at the group of abandoned disciples, with a gloomy face, and said in a cold voice: "The Hall of Pure Heart is not your property, but those huts are. People can leave, but things, leave them to me,"

The most recent abandoned disciple raised his head and twisted his mouth, and said with a sneer, "Heh, take a chicken feather as an arrow, do you really think you are the master?"

Ning Luo stared at him indifferently, and whispered: "Why, I am the head of Shushan, what's the matter?"

As soon as the words came out, the anger of the abandoned disciple was instantly ignited!

He glanced at the elder brother and a group of disciples in the distance, seeing that none of them had reacted, and no one seemed to be planning to step forward to help, so he suddenly had a bold idea in his heart.

The abandoned disciple narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Ning Luo like he was looking at prey.

He lowered his voice and said viciously: "A stinky and shameless disabled, mere waste dares to teach the master of the four realms to do things? You are still in charge, and the master will let you sober up!"

Before the words fell, the abandoned disciple suddenly became violent!

His lower body is steady, his waist exerts strength, and his strength surges upwards!
A fist slammed towards Ning Luo's head!

This is a killer move!
The elder brother's pupils shrank suddenly, his cultivation level suddenly raised, and he immediately stepped forward to rescue him.

It's a pity that he hasn't shot with all his strength for two years, so his movements are much slower, and he can't catch up with the rescue.

however.

Snapped!
The fist did not land on Ning Luo's face, but was blocked by a thin palm instead.

The abandoned disciple didn't even see exactly when Ning Luo made his move, and the offensive collapsed.

Ning Luo looked indifferent as ever.

You think I can't fight because my spirit vein is broken, don't you?
I'm not your glass cannon.

I can kill Brother Gu in the four realms, let alone you who can't even be considered a Tianjiao and evildoer?

The abandoned disciples were shocked.

He tried to retract his fist, but found that he couldn't.

Before he could react, Ning Luo's other hand suddenly landed on his elbow.

Immediately afterwards, Ning Luo exerted a little force with both hands.

click!
"Uhhhhh!!!"

The entire arm of the abandoned disciple was broken in reverse, and even the flesh was poked out from the broken bone, which was clearly visible, making it look particularly ferocious and terrifying.

The abandoned disciple howled in pain, and his pupils were instantly covered with bloodshot eyes.

But Ning Luo still downplayed it, as if he only did a trivial thing.

He threw away the severed arm casually, and said indifferently: "Sorry, it's a little hard to strike, after all."

"I am the head of Mount Shu, and my disciples are all watching. I can't embarrass them."

　Successfully recovered 8k.

　　But in fact, I didn't sleep well last night.

　　I'm used to going to bed after six o'clock, but I can't fall asleep at three o'clock. This biological clock is too hellish.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)