Chongjun's eyes were dim: "Okay, Master, you can argue."

Si Qingjiu: "…It's an explanation, not an excuse."

Chongjun said nothing and just looked at him.

Si Qingjiu was about to become autistic, as his eldest disciple obviously didn't believe it.

No, he had to struggle.

"It's really an explanation. Didn't I accept you as my junior brother first before you said that? So, it's not a breach of contract."

Si Qingjiu's voice became lower and lower, but gradually he became more confident.

He is indeed innocent.

Chongjun was silent. When did the master agree to this? It was more than two years ago. In other words, that bastard had been with the master for two years, but he had no idea about it. He was so angry.

"Are you angry?" Si Qingjiu asked tentatively. He always felt that his eldest disciple looked unhappy.

Chongjun nodded without disguising, "I am angry, very angry. Why did Master hide it from me? He didn't tell me for so many years. Does Master not want me anymore?"

"How is that possible? I wouldn't abandon you no matter who I am." Si Qingjiu retorted quickly, his tone decisive.

Then he felt a little guilty: "I didn't tell you because I was afraid you would be angry."

"But I'm very happy now." Chongjun held his master's hand and said coquettishly, "Master, I'm really sad. You already have me. Don't want anyone else, okay?"

Si Qingjiu subconsciously wanted to nod, and Di Chongjin, who had been silent beside him, immediately spoke, his tone also pitiful.

"Master, don't you want me anymore?"

Di Chongjin finally understood that his senior brother was not kind, generous and gentle at all, but a scheming, dark and cunning bastard.

Look at how skilled she is at acting like a spoiled brat in front of her master.

And teaching him something like independence, bullshit.

If you want to have the Master all to yourself, you’re dreaming.

The Master is his.

Si Qing was drunk, and the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat because of his second disciple's joining in.

Seeing that he seemed to be about to cry, he quickly comforted him: "How could the master not want you? You are my disciple, don't let your imagination run wild."

"Really?" Di Chongjin lowered his head, looking dejected, and his tone was very unconfident: "But Senior Brother doesn't like me very much, he hates me very much."

"No, your senior brother doesn't hate you." Si Qingjiu said quickly. He was very nervous. He hoped she wouldn't cry or he wouldn't be able to comfort her.

Chongjun is fierce

He stared at Di Chongjin, this bastard, actually pretending to be pitiful to him.

It turns out that he has bad intentions. If Master stays with him again, he will definitely be deceived again.

"Master, you are wrong. I just hate him and I don't like him." Chongjun said bluntly, without any intention of giving face.

Upon hearing this, Di Chongjin was about to pretend to be pitiful to win the sympathy of his master, and then take the opportunity to step on this annoying senior brother, but the other party said again.

"He is so good at pleasing you. With him, you won't be able to see me anymore. I'm scared. I only have my master. I don't want to lose him, my master."

The words that seemed to be tinged with sadness made Si Qingjiu instantly lean towards him, hold him in her backhand, and caress him gently.

"Why do you think so? You are my favorite. I will never give up on you. Don't think too much. No one can compare to you."

Di Chongjin's expression twisted for a moment. His good senior brother was really a difficult person to deal with.

No wonder he was able to coax the master into promising not to accept another disciple. He really has some skills.

He also hugged his master's hand and called out aggrievedly, "Master."

He didn't say much, just shouted, looking pitiful and helpless.

Si Qingjiu looked back.

Before he could comfort her, Chongjun started to cry out.

"Master."

Di Chongjin refused to be outdone, "Master."

"Master."

"Master."

The two of them were talking back and forth, but Si Qingjiu could only hear one sound in his left ear and one in his right ear, and it never stopped.

Every sound was filled with sadness and grief, which made his head buzz and he felt unwell.

Help, what is this scene? He is going crazy.

Among his two disciples, who should he comfort?

Si Qingjiu was so drunk that he wanted to cry but had no tears.

Everyone present was also stunned.

Originally they were waiting to see what the dean would do and what choice he would make.

In the end, before the answer came, I got to see two disciples fighting for their master. What a unique scene.

It's exactly the same as what those previous spiritual masters did when they competed for disciples.

Wonderful, really wonderful.

But this man is really lucky. His two disciples are so talented. They have both reached the great perfection of Spirit King at a young age and will soon become Spirit Lord.

They have never seen anyone more powerful than them.

Who is the master? It is such an honor, not to mention the two

Each disciple was afraid that he or she might not be the only one for the other, and they were jealous of each other.

It's unbelievable.

After all, their talents will attract people no matter where they are.

But speaking of it, the opponent's move just now seemed to be quite powerful. He was able to defeat several Spirit Lords. Could he really be a Spirit Saint?

But if it was a spiritual saint, news would have leaked out from the outside world.

They really had no impression of this person.

If not, what is his charm?

The qualifications of those two people are such that even when facing the Spiritual Saint, they feel that the Spiritual Saint would be moved and want to accept them as disciples.

After carefully questioning several Spirit Lord teachers, the dean was indeed filled with emotion. Such talent was nothing short of being fought over by several Spirit Lords, and he wanted it very much.

At the same time, he was able to understand more and more the situation created by Yang Zun and the others, and sighed softly.

Looking at the people on the opposite side who were still trying to squeeze each other out, his goatee shook his head and spoke carefully.

"I have understood what happened just now, and I want to discuss the solution with you."

We can't keep going like this, the situation is really too chaotic.

The dean's words sounded like heavenly music to Si Qingjiu's ears.

Thank God, someone finally showed up. He was about to cry.

He quickly held down the two disciples who were still ready to make a move and cleared his throat, "How does the dean want to solve this problem?"

"This is the fault of our Jiuling Academy, and it is also because I, as the dean, failed to discipline them strictly."

"Dean!" Yun Zun screamed and wanted to say something, but was stopped by the dean.

"No need to deny it." The dean's face was serious, and his gentle eyes were full of solemnity: "Our Jiuling Academy is not a place where right and wrong are not distinguished. If it is wrong, it is wrong. There is nothing to be afraid of admitting."

"Good!" Si Qingjiu praised.

The dean smiled immediately, "Thank you." He stroked his beard and changed the subject, "I wonder if you are interested in staying at our Jiuling Academy temporarily. Your two disciples are so outstanding, and you are also extraordinary. You came to the academy. I think you have taken a fancy to the academy's library. Do you want to go in and take a look?"

Chongjun and Di Chongjin, who were still secretly hostile to each other, looked at the old man opposite them, their eyes trembling slightly.

This old man is indeed a shrewd man, having lived for hundreds of years.

"Dean, that's the library, how can we let them in?" Niu Ziyang shouted angrily, forgetting the dean's previous warning to them.

.

Dezun and Xiaozun also had red in their eyes.

But they did not forget the dean's command to shut up and what those bastards said, as well as the dean's attitude.

To say bluntly that Jiuling Academy was wrong is just saying that they were wrong.

They should not argue with the dean now, nor ask the dean to deal with those people, but think about how to get themselves out of this.

Otherwise, they would definitely be expelled from Jiuling Academy.

There will definitely be many forces trying to win us over once we go out, but those forces don’t have as rich resources as Jiuling Academy.

Here, they still have the hope of being promoted to spiritual saints, but it is hard to say in other places.

The dean glanced at Niu Ziyang indifferently, and suddenly it was like a thousand-pound boulder pressing down on him.

Niu Ziyang, who had recovered somewhat, found it difficult to breathe and his face turned red.

The dean retracted his gaze and put on a kind look again: "Please don't misunderstand, this is not an apology from my college, this is just an invitation from me as the dean."

"In order to express the consequences of our mistakes, I would like to take two copies of the best earth-level skills and ten drops of thousand-year-old stalactites. My friend, what do you think?"

As soon as the dean's words came out, the onlookers were in an uproar.

Not to mention the earth-level skills, that is a precious item in itself.

Ten drops of thousand-year-old stalactite are extremely rare and a peerless treasure.

For those below the level of Spirit Venerable, one drop of thousand-year-old stalactite can advance one level. Although those above the level of Spirit Venerable cannot reach the next level, they can make the spirit vein stronger and facilitate the advancement.

In addition, it has many other functions, such as reshaping bones, changing physical constitution and so on.

This kind of treasure is truly hard to come by.

Si Qingjiu also felt the other party's sincerity and nodded: "Okay."

The corners of his lips curled slightly: "The dean is sensible."

"Thank you for the compliment, young friend. Would you like to stay?" The dean said with a smile.

Si Qingjiu looked at the eldest disciple on the left, then looked at the second disciple on the right, and both of them were looking at him.

With an awkward laugh, "I won't stay. My disciples are staying to study. I..."

"Master."

Chongjun and Di Chongjin shouted at the same time, interrupting him.

Si Qingjiu looked at the two of them silently, nervously: "What, what happened?"

Did you see his intention to run away?

"Master, don't you want us anymore?

“Chongjun didn’t say anything to me this time.

Di Chongjin also nodded repeatedly: "Yes, Master, are you going to abandon us?"

"How could it be? How is it possible?" Si Qingjiu quickly denied it, his voice even louder, as if this could prove that he really didn't do it.

Chongjun had a blank expression on his face and said in a gloomy tone: "Really? I don't believe it."

Di Chongjin also puffed up his cheeks: "I don't believe it either."

“…”

You really see through your Master’s heart.

Si Qingjiu was depressed and glared at the two of them sadly.

Really, eh, wait.

Si Qingjiu suddenly remembered something, and her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly: "Chongjun, you still blame me and don't believe me. Tell me, have you had a problem with me for a long time, so you dislike your teacher in disguise?"

Di Chongjin immediately pricked up his ears, like a concentrating Shiba Inu, his eyes full of excitement.

Is it over, brother?

Very good.

Chongjun was slightly stunned, not reacting to his master's words.

"Master, how could I possibly have such an idea?"

"Really? But you complained about me before, saying that I was not a good master and that I would lead my disciples astray."

The more Si Qingjiu spoke, the more aggrieved he felt, and the sadder he felt. Even through his gauze hat, one could feel his sadness.

Chongjun panicked, and hurriedly held his master's shoulders, eagerly explaining: "Master, I didn't, I'm not talking about you, really, I didn't know at the time."

Di Chongjin felt confused after hearing this.

Why does this scene feel so familiar?!