[The memory of the 06th plane and the mission target has been sealed, and other learned skills are not sealed.]
"Hahaha, Zhao Yuyue is a waste, a stain on the Xianle Sect. Why did the Second Elder let him be a disciple, and a junior brother of Senior Brother Zihe? He doesn't deserve it! Beat him." The sarcastic tone suddenly became louder as he spoke.
In a small garden in a bamboo forest, there was a group of teenagers wearing dark purple and light purple embroidered Taoist robes, who looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old. They had expressions of resentment and jealousy on their faces, and they kicked at people lying on the ground wearing the same Taoist robes as them.
They looked at the man on the ground, who was curled up, not daring to fight back, with a look of pleasure after revenge on his face.
"What are you doing?" When Chu Yanyan rushed over, he saw that the group of people had already started fighting. He clenched the sword in his hand, and a layer of coldness passed through his originally gentle face.
angry.
When they came to their senses and saw who it was, their faces changed drastically and they panicked. They surrounded the people who were beating them and looked at the newcomers. The young man in the lead replied, "Brother Zihe, we are just bullying a thief."
"Yes, there's no need to trouble Brother Zi and Senior Brother to do it." The people around agreed.
"Get out of the way." Chu Yanyan walked up and saw that they were still surrounding them. He frowned, unsheathed his sword, and immediately a sharp sword energy appeared.
The sword energy made them look terrified and they quickly moved away.
Chu Yanyan walked over and squatted down. Seeing the man on the ground holding his elbows and refusing to put them down, he raised his head and glanced at the people coldly: "What did he steal from you?"
"The piece of jade that was stolen was the one that Gu Fangli often wore. He was the only one passing by at the time, and Gu Fangli's jade happened to be missing. If he didn't steal it, who else would have stolen it?" Seeing the obvious anger on Chu Yanyan's face, they said in fear and trepidation.
"That's right, right, Zhao Yuyue? It was you who stole the jade. Why don't you admit it?"
The man lying on the ground said nothing.
"Have you found the jade?" Chu Yanyan asked him.
"Of course I found it." The man replied, pointing to the jade he was wearing around his waist.
Oh.
Chu Yanyan's face was gloomy and his tone was cold: "Is this the reason why you beat up your fellow disciples?"
After Chu Yanyan said this, those who had originally had reasonable expressions on their faces suddenly became timid.
One of the young men stared at Chu Yanyan's white jade-carved face. He had a kind of affinity on him that made people fall in love with him. "Brother Zihe, Zhao Yuyue is a waste. How can he be your close junior brother? We don't accept it!"
"What does it have to do with him if you're dissatisfied? This is Master's request. If you feel it's unfair, you can go and question him instead of bothering Junior Brother Zhao Yuyue. He's a waste. How can you, a bunch of you who haven't even reached the foundation-building stage, be considered waste?"
If Chu Yanyan hadn't taken his own identity into consideration, he would have wanted to slap them with his sword. He couldn't bear to say that the target of the mission was a waste, but these little brats were speaking without restraint.
When Chu Yanyan said this, they were stunned. They seemed to have never expected that their usually gentle senior brother would be so angry.
Seeing that they were silent, Chu Yanyan said, "Each of you will be punished by copying the Disciple Rules fifty times and handing them in to Senior Sister Fang Yuan before tomorrow morning. If you can't finish them, you will be punished yourself, otherwise your monthly salary will be deducted."
"Yes!" They gritted their teeth, glared resentfully at the culprit lying on the ground, and left.
After those people left, Chu Yanyan looked at the young man who was still lying on the ground and didn't want to show his face. He thought the mission target was trying to save face, so he squatted and waited for a while, then gently touched his shoulder: "Junior brother, can you get up?"
No response.
Chu Yanyan pulled his arm away and saw the young man with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth and knife wounds all over his face, pursing his lips, closing his eyes, and not moving.
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