I conquer the cultivation world by drawing cards

Chapter 3 "Don't bully the young and poor"

"Cough cough."

Su Changqing skillfully and calmly took out a new handkerchief and wiped the corners of her lips, wiping away the blood that spurted from her mouth just because of being too emotional.

After putting away the handkerchief, Su Changqing couldn't help feeling thankful that he didn't have panda blood, otherwise he might have caught a giant panda for blood transfusion just like President Wen's heroine.

He shook his head slightly, then took out a handful of coagulation pills and stuffed them into his mouth, this is called reasonable blood recovery.

At this moment, the slanting sun and the bright clouds in the sky are spraying away in all directions, and the splashed clouds and mists reflect brilliant colors. The twilight is about to fall, and a gust of wind blows over the side face of the girl, which is as snowy as jade, and Su Changqing's eyebrows are like a crescent moon , slightly sad.

It was getting late, so she had better go to Chilian Peak as soon as possible, and she didn't know how her master was doing today.

Thinking of this, the melancholy between Su Changqing's brows grew deeper, she slightly gathered her clothes, and then hurriedly continued to rush towards the direction of Chilian Peak.

Soon, she came to the foot of Chilian Peak.

According to the regulations of Tiandaoyuan, Yuanying Zhenjun should live alone on a peak.

Chilian Peak was the peak chosen by Lu Feiran when he broke through to the Nascent Soul Stage; and as his first disciple, she naturally lived with him on this slightly desolate mountain.

The area where Chilian Peak is located is huge, even though it is an isolated peak, it is far away from other peaks, but if you look from afar, you will find that Chilian Peak is surrounded by other peaks, like seven stars.

The black peaks are shrouded in mist, and their momentum is magnificent, as if they are majestic between heaven and earth. Looking at the majesty of the seven mountains from a distance, overlooking the clear water of the abyss, and looking up at the distance of the sky, it is quite majestic and magnificent. Embrace the meaning of the arms.

It is said to be desolate and deserted only because there are very few people coming and going here. One is because Lu Feiran does not like to be disturbed by others. Even as his apprentice, she just stays at the foot of the mountain and cultivates by herself. Important things, otherwise there will be little time to come up;
The second is that there is a steep bluestone ladder on Chilian Peak. The side is a cliff, which is extremely rugged and dangerous. If you are not careful, you will fall off the cliff. It takes a little effort.

So generally not many disciples would come up, after all, who would come to climb the stairs to make a fuss after being full?
She naturally didn't want to climb this kind of hanging ladder, but these days were an exception. Previously, she was mainly worried that Lu Feiran would fall into a demon due to sudden changes.But now that he is the male lead, this worry has lessened a bit.

Su Changqing put on a mask of pain and climbed the bluestone ladder. Just as she was about to step on the last hanging ladder, she suddenly heard a loud noise from above. She frowned. Refining peaks?
"I used to always hear about the deeds of Zhenjun Wenxuan, what a born sword heart, a young genius, and thought it was so great? I didn't expect that now I have become a useless cripple."

"Zhenjun Wenxuan has always had no dust in his eyes. Disciples like us have never been seen by you in the past, but now I am afraid that even the handyman disciples in the courtyard can easily defeat you. This is really impressive. What a pity."

"The former swordsman genius, the youngest True Monarch, now seems to be nothing more than a flash in the pan."

"Zhenjun Wenxuan, why don't you speak? Do you think the disciples are wrong?"

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hard.

Su Changqing only felt her fist harden.

How dare they be so presumptuous? !

Su Changqing took a deep breath and stepped forward quickly, only to see a very tall figure standing upright, like a sword of a magic weapon, chilling awe-inspiringly, his whole body was filled with lonely indifference, like a snow-covered snowflake Island.

There were three disciples standing opposite him, all three of them were wearing blue clothes and white-bottomed inner sect costumes, the disciple in the lead had handsome features, but it was the deliberate mocking aloofness on his face at this moment that made people uncomfortable.

The other two disciples also raised their chins in the same style, trying their best to show their arrogance and disdain.

Su Changqing felt that they looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where she saw them. After all, apart from Zhuyue Peak, she rarely interacted with other sects.

When the leading disciple wanted to say something, Su Changqing's brows turned cold, and she stepped forward quickly:

"What are you guys doing?"

Seeing the slender girl who suddenly appeared, the three disciples couldn't help but look a little unnatural, but they still maintained their arrogant expressions.

"Junior Sister, what are you talking about? We are just worried about the situation of Zhenjun Wenxuan, so we came here to express our condolences."

After finishing the words, he still looked at Lu Feiran who was standing beside him without saying a word, "Do you think so, Zhenjun Wenxuan?"

Su Changqing: "."

Knock, have been shameless to!

At the same time, I still have some doubts in my heart.

Should not be ah.

This kind of cheating plot that started with unreasonable finding faults, and the cannon fodder tool people jumping up and down can still happen in their Tiandaoyuan?
Is it because the elders of the punishment hall can't lift a knife, or are these disciples too careless?

I can't figure it out, so let's put it aside for now.

Su Changqing looked at the three disciples who were looking for faults, tried his best to suppress the sudden surge of blood in his throat, and said coldly:
"The first rule of the Tiandao Academy is to respect the elders of the master and not to be rude to them; my master is a monk of the real king, even if his current cultivation base is damaged, he is also the elder of the senior brothers. Pay attention to the rules of the school?"

"If you brothers have any objections to the rules of the school, why not go to the punishment hall with your junior sisters and talk to the elders?"

Three disciples: "..."

That's... not necessary.

The atmosphere has come to this, and if you forcefully pretend to beep, you will go to the punishment hall to eat the whip. The faces of the three disciples are a little red, and they say:
"Junior Sister misunderstood, I didn't mean it."

Then he ran away directly.

After they left, Su Changqing turned around.

Looking at the person who stood upright and said nothing, perhaps because of the early foundation establishment, this person's face is still between that of a teenager and a young man, with a high nose bridge, thin and red lips, and a delicate but not feminine appearance. gas.

But at this moment, his brows and eyes were frosty and stern, his phoenix eyes were stained with scarlet, and his complexion was even more pale than Su Changqing, who often vomits blood.

He seemed to feel the gaze falling on him for a long time, looking in Su Changqing's direction.

Those eyes are dead and desolate, but the scarlet at the end of the eyes is like a swallowing abyss hidden under the calm lake, as if the next second will pull people into the dark abyss and drown them.

Su Changqing: "..."

It seems that the male protagonist doesn't care as much as he seems.

That's right, now even a few inner disciples dare to dance in front of him.

"Master, it's windy on the edge of the cliff, your health is not yet fully recovered, why don't you go back to the cave to rest first?"

Lu Feiran nodded without joy or sorrow, but he didn't really return to the cave, he still stayed where he was, looking into the distance as if without focus.

Su Changqing felt a little uncomfortable looking at it.

In this world, there are always people who like to watch beauties fall into trouble, heroes come to an end, their talents are exhausted, their integrity is infected by darkness, and their blades of fire are pulled into the quagmire.

But for those who have experienced it, the blow caused by this sudden drop is enough to destroy a person's will and pride.

Lu Feiran's path of cultivation in his youth has always been smooth and unimpeded. After he joined the Heavenly Dao Academy, he showed his peerless swordsmanship talent and comprehension, and was regarded by the Heavenly Dao Academy as one of the most valued disciples. In addition, I have not experienced too many sinister human nature.

He's just a cold little fairy boy.

——The sword is horizontal, the star is fighting the dragon, and the dragon is bright, and the sky is windy, and the back of the crane is cold.

These words are perfect to describe Lu Feiran.

But now, the genius of swordsmanship with excellent aptitude has been reduced to a beautiful, strong and miserable person once his cultivation base is completely useless.

It's really embarrassing.

Although the protagonist's momentary downfall is just a prelude to a face-slapping counterattack, he will awaken his summoner talent later and climb to the top again.

But for him now, he has become a waste that has lost all his cultivation, this sudden confusion of struggling in the quagmire of fishy defeat is a cage he can't break free from, and he has an excellent heart if he doesn't collapse .

Others can't understand his struggle, and they will only sigh a pity lightly if they are in the sky.

Like her.

Another example is the three disciples who just found fault.

None of them could empathize with him.

The man in white clothes stood quietly on the edge of the rocky cliff, his slightly pursed thin lips were bloodless, and his brows were broken and lore cold, the cold wind blew by, blowing his skirt, making him a little thinner He looked more like a thin and pale piece of paper.

Su Changqing just stayed by the side and didn't continue to persuade her. Not everyone is willing to accept other people's kindness when they are embarrassed.

Sometimes, respect is more important than kindness.

With Lu Feiran's character, he naturally doesn't need much persuasion from others.

Su Changqing sighed in her heart, and thought about it from another angle, compared to those who went from "Don't Bully the Young and Poor", "Don't Bully the Middle-aged and Poor", "Don't Bully the Old and Poor" to "The Dead Are Big", the male protagonist Still relatively lucky.

Lu Feiran stood silently on the spot, trying to use the power of the stars in his body to repair the damaged meridians and sea of ​​consciousness. As soon as he moved, a sharp pain came from the limbs and bones instantly, and the scars that had already been wounded were wiped away like a raging wave. The numerous meridians were smashed even more by the collision.

His face became paler, his eyes were blank for a moment, his long eyelashes drooped slightly, as if casting a layer of shadow on his pupils, and then he stood upright, but his face was so pale that even the color of his lips faded.

Su Changqing frowned slightly, and her eyes fell on Lu Feiran. She seemed to feel a faint star power just now, but it disappeared in an instant.

She didn't delve into it. After thinking about it, she suddenly remembered the task issued to her by the system, so she said:

"By the way, Master, this disciple plans to participate in the two-month sect competition."

Hearing Su Changqing's words, Lu Feiran turned his head slightly to look at her.

　The sword is horizontal, the star is fighting the dragon, and the light is seen, and the sky wind is ringing, and the crane's back is cold. ——Wang Fu, "Send to Master Shen of the Shanghai Taoist Association"

　　
　
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