Sword Knocks The Gates of Heavens

Chapter 17 Embroidery Needles

“Little Sixth was beaten?!”

White Cloud Temple, Li Changgeng, who is rolling up his trousers and hunched over on the ground , suddenly pulled up his body and widened his eyes angrily.

“Where? Who was it?”

In a fairy field not far away, Eldest Senior Brother Zhang Antai also stood up, but his expression was not as excited as Li Changgeng .

“In the Yellow Crane Building, it was Zhu Haoxuan, the youngest son of the Profound Martial Pavilion Sect Master Zhu Baili.”

It was Li Lan who was speaking, and this news was just used. Zhang sound transmission talisman told him.

“It turned out to be the third son of Zhu Hundred Refinements!” Li Changgeng became more angry when he heard this, “I haven’t told him about the fact that he bullied the daughter of the farmer we went to deliver grains a few years ago. Forget it! Now that he is bullying Little Sixth, he can’t stop me this time when I come!”

“Don’t be impulsive, since the sixth is in the library, there will be no danger.”

Eldest Senior Brother Zhang Antai glared at Li Changgeng.

“Senior Brother!…” Li Changgeng frowned and complained: “You can bear this tone, but I can’t bear it!”

As he spoke, he saw him He picked up a bamboo pole by his side and waved to Li Lan: “Go! Go and pick up Little Sixth!”

“You are a stubborn and stupid donkey!” Zhang Antai also put down his work. , said with a very iron face: “Who said to be patient, so what if you crippled him, this is not a conflict with the Profound Martial Pavilion…”

“Eldest Senior Brother , Chu Chu who reported to me also said that Little Junior Brother vomited blood.”

Li Lan said with a cold and severe look.

“What?!”

Zhang Antai jumped out of the ground with bare feet, the whole figure seemed to have a different face, the calm look just now disappeared, Drink like a fierce appearance: “What are you still doing? I beat that little bastard and he doesn’t even know him!”

……

The second floor of the Yellow Crane Building by the window.

“How did Yang Wanli become the Master? This simple Chinese book must be read slowly, and the most basic things of this kind are not told to the recipe.”

Ji Zhen Looking downstairs, Li Yunsheng was walking unsteadily at the entrance of the library, supported by Jiang Lingxue.

“It’s not my teacher’s fault. In the past ten years, has Mr. Ji ever watched the Disciple of White Cloud Temple go to the second floor?”

Zhao Xuanjun said with a smile .

“I’m so sorry for that child, but there’s nothing I can do, who made him the Rootless Immortal Vein…”

Ji Zhen hearing this only smiled bitterly, even though he was pitiful heart, but helpless. Everyone in the Autumn Water Sect knows that the only Disciple in the Autumn Water Sect is the White Cloud Temple. They don’t read or cultivate, and they devote themselves to farming every day.

“Mr. Ji, do you think he has finished watching “Dragonpaint Art”?”

Zhao Xuanjun looked towards Li Yunsheng’s eyes outside the window sharpened.

“It’s impossible.” Ji Zhen denied: “You probably haven’t read Dragonpaint Art. After the fifth chapter of “Dragonpaint Art”, Yu Xuzi tampered with it, and the words are obscure and unfamiliar. , most of the text in it is not regular, even if he is in a state of silence, he can’t bear it if he reads too fast. The turbulent aura around him just now is the proof, and if it is serious, it is a precursor to cultivation deviation.”

Ji Zhen’s statement Zhao Xuanjun did not refute it, but the corner of his mouth on Qingjun’s face inadvertently raised it.

“This little Disciple of White Cloud Temple seems to be in trouble.”

After Li Yunsheng and Jiang Lingxue left, Zhu Haoxuan followed closely from behind to leave the library.

“Senior Brother Zhu, the youngest son, why does he have to stare at a small child? Alas…”

Ji Zhen didn’t know whether to cry or laugh’s expression.

“Would you like me to go down?”

Zhao Xuanjun asked casually.

“No need, let him be taught a lesson.”

“A lesson? Who is taught a lesson?”

Zhao Xuanjun couldn’t understand .

“Of course it’s Senior Brother Zhu’s Disappointing Seventh!”

Ji Zhen got angry just thinking about it.

This time Zhao Xuanjun is even more puzzled. In his opinion, Li Yunsheng’s strength is far from the level of teaching Zhu Haoxuan a lesson.

“The animals at White Cloud Temple have arrived at the door.” Ji Zhen no longer had a close relationship with Zhao Xuanjun, and only listened to his helpless explanation: “Did you grow up in Autumn Water Sect? I probably don’t know, the Zhu Family’s seventh-year-old is not too old, and the most difficult group of people in our Autumn Water Sect is in the White Cloud Temple!”

“It doesn’t mean that these people can only plant crops?”

This statement by Ji Zhen aroused the curiosity of Zhao Xuanjun.

“These people not only know how to farm, but also fight, and they also take great care of calves!” Ji Zhen smiled wryly and shook his head: “Let’s go, don’t worry about this, go make a pot of tea, I’ll talk to you. Tell me about the miracle of the White Cloud Temple nine years ago.”

……

Besides, Li Yunsheng and Jiang Lingxue had already walked outside the library.

The two left the library, Li Yunsheng looked towards Jiang Lingxue and thanked him: “Senior Sister Lingxue, just send it here, I can walk by myself.”

” You look like this, I don’t dare to let you go back alone, let’s go.”

Jiang Lingxue shook the head seriously, then lifted Li Yunsheng’s arm and walked straight forward.

“However, the White Cloud Temple is far away from here.”

Li Yunsheng said with some regret.

“It’s still early, you call me Senior Sister, I naturally have to take care of you.”

“Thank you Senior Sister, I don’t know Senior Sister is Autumn The Disciple in the Blessed Land in the Water Sect.”

“I am the Disciple in the Southern Mountain Hundred Herb Hall, and Junior Brother can come and play with me in the Hundred Herb Hall in the future.”

“Hundred Herb Hall… I must go and see it.” Li Yunsheng is no stranger to the name Hundred Herb Hall.

“I’ll just wait for Junior Brother…”

“Everyone told you to go, Jiang Lingxue, don’t mind your own business.”

Before Jiang Lingxue finished speaking, Zhu Haoxuan’s voice came from behind him. This time, he was not alone, and there were two burly Profound Martial Pavilion Disciple by his side.

“It’s really annoying.” Jiang Lingxue gave Zhu Haoxuan a blank look and said, “You see that I’m coming here to ask for trouble, so you’re not afraid that I’ll go to the Discipline Division to file a complaint?” She kept insisting on sending Li Yunsheng away. He went home because he knew that Zhu Haoxuan was following behind him.

“Sue? Haha, ban me for a month, or punish me for a month in the library? Go ahead and sue, who am I, Zhu Haoxuan, afraid of in the Autumn Water Sect?”

After speaking, he rushed to a Profound Martial Pavilion Disciple beside him to make a color.

“Little Junior Sister, you should leave this matter alone.”

The Profound Martial Pavilion Disciple said with a smile, pulling Jiang with his hands while talking. Lingxue.

But before his hand touched Jiang Lingxue, an invisible air blade “sou!” cut his sleeve.

“Take off your dirty hands.”

With a “Shua” sound, Jiang Lingxue pulled out a delicate slender blue-steel sword from his waist, pointing the long sword directly. The Profound Martial Pavilion Disciple.

“I heard for a long time that Hundred Herb Hall has an Eldest Young Lady who does not pill concocting and loves to practice swords.” The Profound Martial Pavilion Disciple also drew a heavy sword sneered from behind: “However, I Anyway, your sword looks like an embroidery needle.”

(End of this chapter)