Gu Xingyun and Chang Sui, who were closest to Yan Huailiu, also suffered the same misfortune.
The two poor little guys were lying on the ground, spitting out blood.
Although Baili Changhuan was confused, it was not the first time, and he quickly helped Yan Huailiu calm down.
He thought he had gone astray in his cultivation, and his tone was full of complaints: "What on earth have you been cultivating? Why do you riot every now and then? If I weren't here today, you would have destroyed this Canghai Pavilion."
Yan Huailiu calmed his breathing and said in an unnaturally soft voice: "He disturbed me."
Baili Changhuan paused, and the next second he put on a stern face and stood in front of Yan Huailiu.
Sect Leader Chen was still shouting something when he threw a burst of energy in front of him. The raised gravel instantly made Sect Leader Chen shut up.
"The extra few hours are already a generous treat. Since ancient times, there has never been a borrowing day like today for the Immortal Sect Conference. Do you think my Yuxu Sect is easy to bully? It's getting late, please go back and rest early, and prepare well for tomorrow's competition. Lu Jiu, go and take your junior brother back to register."
No one present had ever seen Baili Changhuan so strong. Looking at Yan Huailiu behind him who clearly didn't want to pay attention to anyone, the group finally calmed down.
He returned the collection of books with great reluctance and cursed Master Chen countless times in his heart.
If he hadn't caused trouble, they could have stayed a little longer.
The few people who came out later wanted to say a few polite words to Yan Huailiu and express their apologies.
But Baili Changhuan stood there like a door god, looking at them with a dark face, and everyone had to leave in disappointment.
Even City Lord Yu blushed, apologized, and quickly left.
After almost everyone had left, Baili Changhuan turned around and asked the people behind him, "Are you feeling better?"
Yan Huailiu took off his mask, breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a pale face, "Thank you."
She looked so frail that she couldn't take care of herself.
Baili Changhuan looked away and then remembered his two unlucky nephews.
Fortunately, I always carry a lot of medicine with me, so I can use it all.
"Go back and rest first. We can talk about it tomorrow. If anything..."
Baili Changhuan looked at him hesitantly, gritted his teeth and said, "If you can't hold on any longer, you can send me to compete with them tomorrow."
Yan Huailiu shook his head: "You can't."
?
Baili Changhuan stared at him for a long time, then walked away.
You deserve it!
What's wrong with him that he feels sorry for Yan Huailiu?
It's simply sick!
Not knowing why he had angered his junior brother and left, Yan Huailiu covered his chest and coughed. Without saying a word, he turned and walked towards his residence.
Chang Sui leaned weakly on Gu Xingyun, looking at Yan Huailiu's back, not knowing what he was thinking.
When half of the lights in Canghai Pavilion went out, Gu Xingyun helped Chang Sui back, his tone full of sarcasm: "Did you see? To him, we are just toys that can be discarded at will. He teases us for a while when he is in a good mood. Jingming, don't let these little favors get to your head."
Chang Sui tightly grasped the bag around his waist, pursed his lips and said nothing, tears streaming down his face.
Yan Huailiu slept very comfortably and no one dared to come and wake him up.
Little Lightning jumped on the bed for a long time but no one woke up. Finally, he chose to lie on Yan Huailiu's neck and stretched out his claws to cover his nose.
Sure enough, Yan Huailiu quickly woke up, threw away Little Lightning immediately, and took a deep breath of fresh air.
"Next time, sleep here obediently, okay? Don't lie on me!"
Facing such a cute little creature, Yan Huailiu would not get angry at all.
Prepare goat milk for Little Lightning and open the door with a little doubt.
There was no familiar figure in sight, and the whole yard was unusually quiet.
Yan Huailiu was puzzled: "I didn't sleep for a few months, did I? Why is there no one here?"
Just as he finished speaking, Ling Xinghua came in with a basin of hot water: "Master, are you awake?"
"Where is your senior brother?" Yan Huailiu asked subconsciously.
Ling Xinghua handed him the handkerchief: "Brother, they are seriously injured. Jingming is making medicine now. He will probably... probably be able to come and serve Master soon."
Yan Huailiu frowned: "What do you mean by seriously injured? Who hurt them?"
Ling Xinghua timidly looked up at him, and after confirming that the expression on Yan Huailiu's face was genuine confusion, he dared to answer: "Yes, it was last night. I was accidentally injured by my master."
Memory is slightly online.
It seems that this is the case. Those two little guys seemed to be vomiting blood?
Yan Huailiu felt guilty for a moment: "Take me to see it."
"Master, Master, the competition is about to begin, and the sect leaders are already waiting."
Ling Xinghua reminded him anxiously, and fearing that Yan Huailiu didn't understand, he added, "We've been waiting for more than an hour."
"Why didn't you call me earlier?"
Yan Huailiu quickly put on the mask, sat down and asked Ling Xinghua to help him tidy up his hair.
Ling Xinghua explained in a low voice: "Junior Uncle said that Master caught a cold last night and was not feeling well. He asked them to wait a little longer, and those people had no objection."
Yan Huailiu was a little uneasy.
No objection to this?
Isn't this obviously a show of force?
Or without him knowing.
Very good, junior brother, you are really good at attracting hatred.
"But Junior Master Uncle told us privately that those people deliberately bullied Master last night, so even making them wait for a whole day is what they deserve."
Ling Xinghua tied the hair crown for him and carefully conveyed the words of his uncle master.
Yan Huailiu: ...
I'm sorry, Junior Brother. I wronged you.
Or you will feel sorry for people!
"Well, it's not that serious. Are you sure Jingming can make the medicine by himself? Are they seriously injured?"
Yan Huailiu looked in the mirror, stood up and asked.
Ling Xinghua nodded: "Okay, it's not very heavy."
Compared to the previous broken arms and legs, whipping and kneeling on stones, the internal injuries of just spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood were considered not bad.
Hearing this, Yan Huailiu felt relieved: "Let's go to the competition venue."
On the huge stands, a group of people were braving the scorching sun, exchanging information in low voices without any unhappiness.
Many of them went back angry, but who would have thought that they would hear from the disciples the news that the Thousand Scriptures Pavilion would be permanently open.
If it weren't for the farce between Sect Leader Chen and City Lord Yu last night, maybe they would have heard the news of the opening of Canghai Pavilion!
If I had known earlier, I would have stopped it. What a show!
The group of people regretted their decision and didn't care even if Baili Changhuan deliberately made things difficult for them.
Palace Master Murong quietly reminded his son, "We have the upper hand. Fortunately, we weren't at the scene of the conflict last night. It seems that Sect Master Yan is interested in building good relations with the immortal world. After the competition is over, go and ask Nephew Gu if you can get a borrowing token from Canghai Pavilion."
Murong Xuanlang was immersed in his own thoughts and did not respond.
Someone shouted, "Master Yan is here!"
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