"Ahem..."

Su Changqing very skillfully and calmly took out a new handkerchief and wiped the corners of her lips, wiping away the blood that had spurted out of her mouth due to excessive emotion.

After putting away the handkerchief, Su Changqing couldn't help but sigh that it was lucky that she didn't have panda blood, otherwise she would have had to catch a giant panda for blood transfusion like the hero of the president's novel.

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

At this moment, the setting sun penetrates the sky, and the clouds in the sky are spraying out in all directions. The splashing clouds and mist reflect the brilliant light. The dusk is about to fall, and a breeze blows over the girl's snow-like jade side face, and Su's long eyebrows are like a crescent moon.

, slightly melancholy.

It was getting late, so she decided to go to Chilian Peak as soon as possible. She didn't know what her master's condition was today.

Thinking of this, the sadness between Su Changqing's brows deepened, she slightly folded her clothes, and then hurriedly continued to rush towards the direction of Chilian Peak.

Soon, she arrived at the foot of the Red Lian Peak.

According to the regulations of the Tiandao Academy, the True Lord Yuanying should live alone on a peak.

Chi Lian Peak was the peak that Lu Feiran chose when he broke through to the Nascent Soul stage; and as his first disciple, she naturally lived with him on this slightly desolate and deserted peak.

The area where Chilian Peak is located is very large. Although it is an isolated peak, it is also far away from other peaks. However, if you look at it from a distance, you will find that Chilian Peak is surrounded by other peaks, forming the shape of seven stars.

The black peaks are shrouded in mist, and they are majestic, as if they are majestic between heaven and earth. Looking at the vastness of the seven mountains, overlooking the clear blue of the Yuanjing, and looking up at the distance of the sky, it is quite majestic and magnificent.

Take it all in your arms.

It is said to be desolate and deserted because there are very few people coming and going here. One is because Lu Feiran doesn't like to be disturbed by others. Even as his disciple, she just stays at the foot of the mountain to practice.

It’s important, otherwise there will be little time to come up;

The second is that there is a steep bluestone staircase in Chilian Peak. The side it leans against is a cliff. It is extremely rugged and dangerous. If you are not careful, you will fall down the cliff. Even if the monks will most likely not fall to death, they will still have to climb out.

It takes some effort.

So usually few disciples would come up. After all, who would climb the stairs after being full to suffer?

Naturally, she didn't want to climb such a hanging ladder, but these days were exceptions. Previously, she was mainly worried that Lu Feiran would fall into a demonic barrier due to a sudden change. But now that she knew that he was the male protagonist, this worry was reduced a bit.

Su Changqing put on a mask of pain and climbed the bluestone staircase. Just when she was about to step onto the last step of the hanging staircase, she suddenly heard a noise coming from above. She frowned. How could anyone else come at this time?

Lianfeng?

"Disciples have always heard about Mr. Xuan's deeds before. What a natural swordsman and young genius. How great do you think he is? Unexpectedly, he has now become a useless useless person."

"Zhenjun Wenxuan has always been clean-minded. Disciples like us have never been looked down upon 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 shocking.

What a pity."

"The former swordsman genius and the youngest true king seems to be nothing more than a flash in the pan now."

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

"..."

Hard.

Su Changqing only felt that her fist became hard.

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 magic sword, awe-inspiring and cold, and his whole body was filled with lonely indifference, like a man covered with frost and snow.

Island.

Opposite him stood three disciples, all of whom were wearing blue robes and white-bottomed inner sect attire. The leading disciple had handsome features, but the slightly mocking and condescending expression on his face at the moment made people uncomfortable.

The other two disciples also made the same chin-raising movement, trying their best to highlight their arrogance and disdain.

Su Changqing felt that they looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen them before. After all, except for Zhuyue Peak, she rarely interacted with other classmates.

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

"Brothers, what are you doing?"

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

"What are you saying, junior sister? We are just worried about Zhenjun Wenxuan's condition and came here to express our condolences."

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

Su Changqing: "..."

Knock, I was shamelessly attacked!

At the same time, I still had some doubts in my mind.

It shouldn't be.

This kind of deceptive plot that starts with unreasonable trouble-making and cannon fodder and tool men jumping up and down can actually happen in their Tiandaoyuan?

Is it that the elders of the Punishment Hall can't lift the sword, or are these disciples in front of them too arrogant?

I can’t figure it out, so I’ll put it aside for now.

Su Changqing looked at the three disciples who were looking for trouble, tried her best to suppress the blood that suddenly rose in her throat, and said coldly:

"The first rule of the Tiandao Academy is to respect your master and elders and not be rude to them. My master is a Zhenjun monk. Even if his cultivation is impaired now, he is still the elder of all the senior brothers. How can you be like this?

Do you take the hospital rules seriously?"

"If you senior fellow apprentices have any objections to the academy's rules, why don't you and your junior fellow apprentices go to the Punishment Hall and talk to the elders?"

Three disciples: "..."

This is... unnecessary.

The atmosphere has reached this point. If you continue to pretend to be beeping, you will be sent to the punishment hall to be whipped. The faces of the three disciples were all a little red, and they said:

"Junior sister has misunderstood, I didn't mean that."

Then he ran away directly.

After everyone left, Su Changqing turned around.

Looking at the person who was standing straight and silent, perhaps because of his early foundation, this person's face was still between a boy and a young man, with a high nose bridge, thin and red lips, and a delicate but not feminine appearance.

gas.

However, at this moment, his eyebrows were frosty and stern, his phoenix eyes were stained with scarlet, and his complexion was even more pale than Su Changqing, a person who often vomited blood.

He seemed to feel the gaze falling on him for a long time and looked in the direction of Su Changqing.

Those eyes were desolate and desolate, but the scarlet red at the end of the eyes was like a devouring abyss hidden under the calm lake, as if the next second would pull people into the dark abyss and drown them.

Su Changqing: "..."

It seems that the male protagonist does not care as much as he appears.

Also, now even a few inner disciples dare to dance in front of him.

"Master, the wind is strong on the cliff. You are not fully recovered yet. Why don't you go back to the cave to rest first?"

Lu Feiran nodded without joy or sadness, but did not really return to the cave. He still stayed where he was, looking into the distance as if his eyes were unfocused.

Su Changqing felt a little uncomfortable looking at it.

In this world, there are always people who like to watch beauties in trouble, heroes meet their end, talents exhausted, noble men and bright men being infected by darkness, and flaming blades being dragged into the quagmire.

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

Lu Feiran's path of cultivation in his youth has always been smooth. After he entered the Tiandao Academy and showed his unparalleled swordsmanship talent and understanding, he was regarded as one of the most valued disciples by the Tiandao Academy. In addition to his somewhat withdrawn and indifferent personality

Besides, I haven’t experienced too many dangers of human nature.

He is completely an aloof and stoic little fairy man.

——The sword is horizontal, the stars are fighting against the dragon, the light is shining, the sky wind is ringing and the crane's back is cold.

These words are perfect to describe Lu Feiran.

But now, the originally talented swordsman genius has completely lost his cultivation and has become a beautiful, powerful and miserable person.

It's really frustrating.

Although the protagonist's temporary downfall is just a prelude to a counterattack, he will later awaken his summoner talent and reach the top again.

But for him now, he has become a waste with no cultivation. This sudden struggle, struggling to survive in the mire of corruption, and the uncertainty of not being able to save himself, is a prison that he cannot break free from. If he does not collapse, he can be regarded as having an excellent xinxing.

.

Others can't understand his struggle, and they can only sigh lightly and say "it's a pity".

Such as her.

Another example is the three disciples who just found trouble.

No one can empathize with him.

The man in white stood quietly on the edge of the rugged cliff, his slightly pursed thin lips were bloodless, and his brows were broken and cold. The cold wind blew by, blowing up his clothes, making him slightly thinner.

He looks more like a thin and pale piece of paper.

Su Changqing just stayed by the side and did not continue to persuade him. Not everyone is willing to accept the kindness of others when they are in a difficult situation.
To be continued...