"Xiao Liu was beaten?!"

Baiyunguan, Li Changgeng, who was rolling his trouser legs and arching his body on the ground, suddenly pulled up and said with anger.

"Where? Who beat me?"

In a fairy land not far away, senior brother Zhang Antai also stood up, but his expression was not as excited as Li Changgeng.

"In Huanghe Tower, the one who hits people was Zhu Haoxuan, the youngest son of Zhu Baili, the head of Xuanwu Pavilion."

The person who spoke was Li Lan, and Chuchu just told him the news with a music transmission note.

"It turned out to be Zhu Bailian's slutty son!" Li Changgeng became even more angry when he heard this. "I haven't calculated the matter of bullying our daughter who went to the grain delivery farm a few years ago! Now he is bullying Xiao Liu, and this time he can't stop me!"

"Don't be impulsive. Since Lao Liu is in the library, there will be no danger."

Senior brother Zhang Antai glared at Li Changgeng.

"Senior brother!..." Li Changgeng frowned and complained: "I can't stand this tone if you can tolerate it!"

As he said that, he saw him pick up a bamboo pole beside him and waved at Li Lan: "Go! Go and pick up Xiao Liu!"

"You are just a stubborn and stupid donkey!" Zhang Antai also put down his work and said with a very unscrupulous look on his face: "Who said you should bear it? So what if you beat him up? This is not an open conflict with Xuanwu Pavilion..."

"Senior Brother, Chuchu, who reported the message to me, said that the younger brother vomited blood."

Li Lan said with a cold look.

"What?!"

Zhang Antai jumped out of the ground with barefoot barefoot, and his whole body seemed to have changed his face. His calm appearance just now disappeared, and he drank like a glaring Vajra: "What are you still doing when you are standing there? I beat him so hard that he didn't even recognize that little beast!"

...

Beside the window on the second floor of the Yellow Crane Tower.

"How did Yang Wanli become the master? Jian Zhongshu must read slowly. He doesn't tell his disciples the most basic things about such things."

Ji Zhen looked at Li Yunsheng who was supported by Jiang Lingxue downstairs and walked unsteadily at the entrance of the bookstore.

"It's not my fault for Master. In the past ten years, has Mr. Ji seen his disciples from Baiyun Temple go up to the second floor?"

Zhao Xuanjun smiled.

"That child has suffered, but there is nothing he can do. Who makes him a rootless immortal vein..."

Ji Zhen smiled bitterly when he heard this. Although he felt pity for talent, he was helpless. The entire Qiushuimen knew that the only disciples of the Sixteen Blessings of Qiushuimen were Baiyun Temple. They did not study or practice, and they buried their heads in farming every day.

"Mr. Ji, do you think he has finished reading "The Art of Painting Dragon"?"

Zhao Xuanjun's eyes looked at Li Yunsheng's gaze outside the window became sharp.

"This is impossible." Ji Zhen denied it: "You probably haven't finished reading the Dragon Painting Art. After the fifth chapter of the first chapter of "The Dragon Painting Art", Yu Xuzi tampered with it. The sentences are obscure and unpredictable, and most of the words in it are not regular. Even if you are in a state of silence, you can't bear it if you read it too quickly. The disordered aura around him just now proves that it is a sign of being possessed by being possessed by being possessed by the seriousness."

Zhao Xuanjun did not refute Ji Zhen's statement, but the corner of Zhang Qingjun's mouth was inadvertently raised.

"This little disciple of Baiyun Temple seems to be in trouble."

After Li Yunsheng and Jiang Lingxue left, Zhu Haoxuan followed him out of the bookstore.

"Why did Senior Brother Zhu, this youngest son, stare at a child? Alas..."

Ji Zhen had a laughing and crying expression on his face.

"Do you want me to go down?"

Zhao Xuanjun asked casually.

"No need, just treat it as a lesson for him."

"Lessons? Who is taught?"

Zhao Xuanjun didn't understand.

"Of course it's Senior Brother Zhu's unsatisfactory seventh brother!"

Ji Zhen was angry when he thought about it.

Zhao Xuanjun was even more confused at this moment. In his opinion, Li Yunsheng's strength was far from the level of teaching Zhu Haoxuan a lesson.

"The group of animals in Baiyun Temple has reached the door." Ji Zhen no longer kept him in hiding Zhao Xuanjun, but he explained helplessly: "You probably don't know if you grew up in Qiushuimen. The seventh-year-old Zhu family is not very old. The group of people in our Qiushuimen are in Baiyun Temple!"

"Didn't these people just grow crops?"

Ji Zhen's statement aroused Zhao Xuanjun's curiosity.

"This group of people not only know how to farm, they also fight, and they also care for their children!" Ji Zhen shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Let's go, don't worry about this matter, go make a pot of tea, I'll tell you the strange thing from Baiyun Temple nine years ago."

...

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

When the two left the bookstore, Li Yunsheng thanked Jiang Lingxue and said, "Sister Lingxue, it's good to send it here, I can walk by myself."

"I don't dare let you go back alone in this way. Let's go."

Jiang Lingxue shook her head seriously, and then helped Li Yunsheng's arm up and walked straight forward.

"But Baiyun Temple is very far away from here."

Li Yunsheng said embarrassedly.

"It's still early, you call me Senior Sister, so I will naturally take good care of you."

"Thank you, senior sister. I don't know if my senior sister is a disciple from the blessed land of Qiushuimen."

"I am a disciple of Baicaotang in Nanshan. My junior brother can also come to Baicaotang to play with me in the future."

"Baicaotang...I must go and have a look." Li Yunsheng is really familiar with the name Baicaotang.

"I'm just waiting for junior brother..."

"So many people have asked you to leave, Jiang Lingxue, don't meddle in other people's business."

Before Jiang Lingxue could finish speaking, Zhu Haoxuan's voice came from behind him. This time he was more than one person, and there were two burly Xuanwu Pavilion disciples around him.

"It's really annoying." Jiang Lingxue said to Zhu Haoxuan with a white look: "When you see me following you and you have to come over to make trouble, aren't you afraid that I will go to the precepts department to complain?" She kept insisting on sending Li Yunsheng home because she knew that Zhu Haoxuan was following behind her.

"Cai? Haha, should I be suspended from my house for one month, or should I be punished to be in charge of the bookstore for one month? Just go and sue me, Zhu Haoxuan, who have I ever been afraid of in Qiushuimen?"

After saying that, he used a color to a disciple of Xuanwu Pavilion beside him.

"Young sister, don't worry about this."

The disciple of Xuanwu Pavilion said with a smile on his face, and while speaking, he used his hands to pull Jiang Lingxue.

But before his hand touched Jiang Lingxue, an invisible air blade cut his sleeve with a "swoosh!"

"Take your dirty hands away."

Jiang Lingxue let out a "brush" sound, and pulled out an exquisite slender green steel sword from her waist with her backhand, pointing directly at the disciple of Xuanwu Pavilion.
Chapter completed!