With Yang Zhi's current cultivation level, Ling Fei could move, like a sunny flies shaking a stone pillar, unable to move at all. Three dong dong dong sounds, Yang Zhi knocked three times on the ground. When he raised his head, his forehead was already red.

"Junior brother, what are you doing?" Ling Fei said in surprise.

Yang Zhi looked at Ling Fei and said, "Senior Brother, this time I encountered a major change, my family was destroyed, but I also saw clearly the coldness of the world and the warmth of human relationships. After the accident, my so-called friends and brothers, either hid far away or were eager to draw a clear line with my Yang family. What's more, if you take the wrong steps, you are not really a pain-beating dog. But only you, Senior Brother, hold me with your hand, and don't be afraid of being implicated by me."

"Junior brother, you'll be disgusted. My mother was seriously ill at the beginning. If you hadn't half-invited and half-tied to get the imperial doctor to my house, my mother would have died long ago. For this matter alone, I would have recognized you as a brother for life. You are not as those brothers said, you are actually a good person." Ling Fei said.

Yang Zhi smiled bitterly: "Senior Brother, I am not as good as you said. At that time, I was just trying to show off in front of you. I remember that you always kept me in charge of me, scolded me and punished me at any time. I did this just to make you remember me as a favor and not be so fierce to me in the future. Besides, what is this kind of thing for my Yang family at that time?"

Ling Fei smiled, "No matter what you thought at that time, my mother came back to life. Junior brother, don't hold a grudge against those brothers. At that time, you were really a little free, and some people were really bullied by you."

"My junior brother understands that I will not hold a grudge against them. I will step on low and respect the high. Human nature has been like this since ancient times. How many people are there in this world who are noble like you, Senior brother? I still remember that after that incident, you have been more rigorous to me. I have never scolded you for being ungrateful behind my back!" Yang Zhi said.

"I know, I know." Ling Fei smiled and said, "But what's the matter? Junior brother, you have achieved great martial arts cultivation now. Those who bullied you before are extremely scared. When you were sleeping last night, many people sent gifts and asked me to say good things to you. I looked at it and there were really a lot of good things inside."

"I don't need anything now." Yang Zhi shook his head, "Senior Brother, since they have sent it, you will accept it. As a great disciple of the Wanjian Sect, if you were willing, you would have made a fortune long ago, but look at your family, you are so shabby. These things will be given to you by my junior brother."

"You need these things more external than me now. I have a home, but you have nothing left." Ling Fei patted Yang Zhi's shoulder, "After the family and start a career, you are afraid you really don't know anything. Don't worry, if you have a senior brother to help you with everything, just practice martial arts. Master said that in the Wanjian Sect, you are the most likely to achieve success in the future."

"My master praised me so much, I'm afraid I will let him down." Yang Zhi lowered his head slightly and thought for a moment, "Senior brother, let's go and meet the head uncle. I have something to say to him."

"Oh, I'm just talking to you, but I forgot that the leader is still waiting for you. Look at my memory, when I am happy, I forget everything. Let's go, go quickly." He pulled Yang Zhi and ran out.

It was the morning class time. Along the way, you could see disciples of Wanjian Sect practicing swords in the forest everywhere. When they saw Ling Fei and Yang Zhi coming, all of these disciples stood up with their hands, looking at the two with respect and envy, and fear in their envy, especially at Yang Zhi. As for those who had bullied Yang Zhi after falling down in the Yang family, their bodies were even trembling slightly.

Yang Zhi looked at him without squinting, as if he hadn't seen them. However, Ling Fei, although he was the senior brother, had no airs at all. He smiled and nodded to everyone.

On the top of the bamboo mountain, in front of the bamboo house, Bi Wanjian stood on the terrace with a cup of steaming tea. The steam steamed, making his face look a little hazy. He was staring at the winding path in the bamboo forest in a daze.

The footsteps sounded, and Ling Fei and Yang Zhi appeared in his sight.

"Uncle Master, I brought Junior Brother Yang." Ling Fei bowed and said respectfully.

Bi Wanjian held the teacup, his eyes still staring at the bamboo forest in front of him without answering. After Ling Fei said this, he stepped aside. He knew that this uncle of the sect often looked like this, was obsessed with martial arts, and didn't care about anything. Sometimes, as he spoke, he suddenly became enchanted.

Yang Zhi knelt down silently, lying on the ground with his body protrudingly on the ground. Ling Fei was surprised by the sight of him. Although the Wanjian Sect is a major sect in the world, it actually does not have so many rules, and there is no such etiquette. When he saw the head of the sect, he just bowed and politely.

On the terrace, Bi Wanjian slowly picked up the teacup, slowly dripped it, lowered his head, looked at Yang Zhi, and spoke: "No, not bad, for hundreds of years, you are the first disciple of the Wanjian Sect to enter the Wanjian Valley with level seven martial arts cultivation and climb out of it. In two years, you have jumped two levels in a row. Although you have just crossed the level nine threshold, it is also a gratifying congratulation."

"Yang Zhi will never repay the kindness of his master." Yang Zhi still lay on the ground.

"If the Master Sect protects you because of the Yang family, then you do need to be grateful. But you climbed out of Wanjian Valley, that is your own ability. You have set a good start for Wanjian Sect and let the disciples behind see the hope of success. Let the two offset each other. For me, Wanjian Sect, it is much more valuable to walk out of Wanjian Valley than the Master Sect protecting you. So, you don't need to do this." Bi Wanjian smiled.

"For disciples, without the protection of the master, there will be no chance for me to come."

"The world is like a cloud, martial arts lasts forever. Yang Zhi has stepped into the threshold of level 9, but he has just started on the road. I guess you have also had this insight now, right?" Bi Wanjian nodded slightly. "What are your plans in the future?"

Yang Zhi, who was lying on the ground, raised his head and looked at Bi Wanjian on the terrace: "Uncle Master, my disciple, please ask you to expel me from the master."

"Hmm?" Bi Wanjian was slightly surprised, his smile was lowered, and he put the teacup in his hand on the table aside, leaned his body slightly, staring at Yang Zhi below.

Ling Fei on the side was also shocked, "Junior brother, you are crazy about losing your heart. What are you talking nonsense? The head uncle, the junior brother came out of the valley yesterday, his whole body was covered in wounds, his brain must have been damaged. Don't listen to him talking nonsense. He will be able to return to normal after two days of rest."

"Senior brother, I don't talk nonsense, I'm very clear about it." Yang Zhi raised his head and looked at Bi Wanjian: "Uncle Master, if you don't drive me out of the sect, I will break out."

With a snap, Ling Fei, who was furious, slapped his hand and slapped him. Five bright red fingerprints suddenly appeared on Yang Zhi's cheek. Ling Fei took action with anger, and it was really not light. Yang Zhi did not dodge or dodge and was calmly slapped.

"Yang Zhi, what are you thinking? Your martial arts cultivation is now at level 9, which is amazing, right?" Ling Fei roared angrily.

"Senior brother, I have other difficulties." Yang Zhi shook his head slightly.

"What's the problem? Tell me, is there any other thing that the leader cannot solve?"

"I can't say it, nor can I say it, and the head uncle can't solve it." Yang Zhiran said in a hurry.

"Uncle Master, Uncle Master, Junior Brother, he is a little confused. Don't listen to his nonsense. He is just confused." Ling Fei looked up and begged Bi Wanjian, "Uncle Master, look at Junior Brother, is your brain damaged?"

Bi Wanjian shook his head slowly, "Ling Fei, you go back. I will say a few words to Yang Zhi alone."

Only Bi Wanjian and Yang Zhi were left in the forest. After a while of silence, Bi Wanjian suddenly said, "Yang Zhi, do you know how much hope I and Uncle Fu have for you? I told you before that things in the world are like clouds, martial arts last forever, and people will die. Your father's life is worth living. He chose this path himself. If he is wrong, he has to pay the price." He suddenly sneered: "Actually, your father has taken it seriously for decades, and he is afraid that there are many people he killed unjustly, right? Every drink and every heaven will be determined, and every reward will be rewarded."

"I understand that Uncle Master said that in the past two years, I have thought a lot and a lot in the Wanjian Valley, but I am the son of the Yang family after all." Yang Zhi raised his head. "Uncle Master Master, although I broke out, the Wanjian Sect will stay in my heart. If I can still live, I will definitely come back if I have the chance."

Bi Wanjian snorted coldly, "You forgot what I just said, level 9, but I just started on the road." As soon as he finished speaking, bamboo leaves all over the ground suddenly rose into the air, suspended in the air, and paused slightly, and the sound of whistling sounds continued, and they all rushed towards Yang Zhi.

Yang Zhiwei was stunned, but he was just so surprised. The bamboo leaves under his feet also rose up in the air to face the coming bamboo leaves.

The sound of sword roars sounded in the forest, and countless fallen leaves fell one after another.

Bi Wanjian sneered, and more bamboo leaves were attacking in the air. Yang Zhi could no longer resist it. He shouted loudly and jumped up. The big sword on his back was already in his hand. With an iron sword, the bamboo leaves that were attacking in the air were immediately forced out of the circle and trembled slightly. On the outside, one piece after another of the landed leaves flew up in the air again, constantly hitting the hovering bamboo leaves.

Bi Wanjian sighed slightly, his robe sleeves slightly brushed, and the fallen leaves in the sky instantly disappeared, and the iron sword in Yang Zhi's hand also landed on the ground.

"You can actually practice to this point and incorporate sword-controlling techniques into it. No wonder you want to try it. But Yang Zhi, if I tell you, in the capital, there are no less than five masters above level nine in the palace alone, not to mention that Min Ruoying himself is a great master. Do you still want to go?"

"The hatred of destroying the family is irreconcilable." Yang Zhiliran said.

Bi Wanjian sighed, "Go, from now on, you are no longer a disciple of Wanjian Sect."
Chapter completed!