Chapter 2 Chapter 2 Red Eyes Monster
The hypocritical Ye Nanque led the not-so-innocent Mu Jiulin to Siyin Pavilion and received the hanging bell that belonged to him.
Mu Jiulin's face flushed, and he stared at the hanging bell in his hand for a long time, treating it like a treasure.
"Thank you, Brother Ye."
Ye Nanque nodded slightly to indicate that it was not necessary.
Mu Jiulin's eyes turned and he saw that Ye Nanque seemed to treat him differently from others. His other fellow disciples had an irreversible dislike for him, but Ye Nanque's attitude towards him seemed to have room for improvement.
He immediately put on a smile and moved closer to Ye Nanque: "Brother, how do I tie this?"
The implication seems to be that he hopes Ye Nanque will help him.
Mu Jiulin was born with red lips and white teeth, and he looked handsome. Although he looked like he was only sixteen or seventeen years old and hadn't fully grown yet, he could already see the shadow of his future handsomeness. It was usually hard to refuse the flattery of good-looking people, especially since Mu Jiulin was offering tea.
If the book didn't set up a setting where the protagonist always needs some unreasonable supporting characters to serve as a foil, I'm afraid the entire sect would have been conquered by this green tea girl.
Ye Nanque silently looked away: "Tie it with your hands."
Mu Jiulin blinked, lowered his head, and when he raised it again, his eyes were red again.
No way, are you crying over this?
Ye Nanque was most afraid of others crying. When he saw others crying, he would break out in a sweat, as if he had done something wrong. He couldn't stand Mu Jiulin crying like this every day.
Ye Nanque shuddered, and decided to turn a blind eye and slip away: "I have something else to do, so I'll go back first."
As soon as Ye Nanque left, Mu Jiulin stopped smiling, stared at his receding figure, pondered for a while, lowered his head, and neatly fastened the hanging bell around his waist.
The so-called exciting novels cannot escape the routine of counterattack. There is a counterattack only when there is a counterattack, and there is a low point only when there is a sense of satisfaction in watching the protagonist making rapid progress and then getting slapped in the face.
Jiang Caiyu's disciples are now unhappy with Mu Jiulin and are definitely going to make things difficult for him.
The first day of September every year is the day when the head master You Bihuai gives lectures. The Yu Jian Sect does not have many collective activities, and the lectures on the first day of the month are one of them. All the immortals must be present, and the younger generations must listen to the head master's teachings.
Before starting, Ye Nanque saw Miao Jue and Qin Qi whispering and exchanging glances. Knowing what they were going to do, Ye Nanque nodded with great satisfaction.
Very good, finally there is an NPC with lower intelligence than him.
More than a hundred disciples of the Sword Controlling Sect each found their own seat on the Jade Terrace. An elder with white hair and a youthful face sat on the throne in front. It must be You Bihuai.
Mu Jiulin had just arrived and didn't know where his seat was. Just as Ye Nanque was about to take him to sit down, Qin Qi took the initiative to walk over and lead Mu Jiulin to the back. Mu Jiulin looked grateful, and Qin Qi pretended to be generous and patted his shoulder.
A puppet talisman stuck to Mu Jiulin's shoulder, flashed twice, and hid on his body.
Puppet Talisman, the person under the spell will act according to the requirements of the caster, usually with a time limit. The more capable the person is, the longer the puppet talisman will be effective.
Ye Nanque took in all these little movements.
As the leader of the Yu Jian Sect, You Bihuai has been leading the Yu Jian Sect for a hundred years. As soon as he spoke, Ye Nanque felt a sense of majesty coming towards him, shocking everyone. This was probably the power of a powerful cultivator.
Having said that, it would be quite interesting if I could cultivate to this level, and it would be nice to treat it as a cultivation game.
Ye Nanque sat upright, waiting to watch the show.
Before long, there was a sudden commotion behind me.
Ye Nanque turned his head and saw Mu Jiulin standing up from his seat with stiff limbs and striding towards the podium.
The disciples around had never seen such a scene before. Some of them were stunned, while some who came to their senses whispered, wondering what he was going to do.
Looking at Qin Qi and the other two, they had smiles on their faces as if their evil plan had succeeded.
Ye Nanque understood this expression. When he was young and ignorant, he would also show this kind of indecent smile when he was doing naughty things in class with his friends.
Mu Jiulin strode forward, his face showing panic. He didn't know why, but a force within him took control of his body, and he was unable to move, and could only be controlled by this force and move forward.
But no one in the entire Jade Terrace stopped him.
It wasn't until Mu Jiulin walked up to You Bihuai and overturned the incense burner that an immortal stood up and said, "What are you doing? You overturned the incense burner dedicated to the original ancestor. Do you know that this is blasphemy?"
Ye Nanque complained about this plot when he watched it. There were so many high-level cultivators in the whole scene, but no one noticed that Mu Jiulin had been cast under a puppet talisman.
This is unscientific.
Well, this world is not scientific.
Mu Jiulin wanted to explain, but he found that what he said was: "So what?"
He was so scared that he covered his mouth.
The two NPCs behind Ye Nanque smiled even more cunningly.
At this moment, he wanted to transform himself into the class teacher and shout, "If you have anything funny, tell us and let everyone laugh together."
The immortal was not angered by him, and continued to speak in a calm tone: "You little boy, whose disciple are you?"
Even though he covered his mouth, Mu Jiulin could still hear himself saying, "Whose disciple are you? Tell me your name."
It's crazy how he could say such a thing.
You Bihuai listened to this back and forth without changing his expression. He just said in a deep voice, "Nonsense."
As he spoke, Ye Nanque vaguely saw You Bihuai's sleeves vibrate, and suddenly a gust of wind arose, rushing straight towards Mu Jiulin's face, instantly knocking him a hundred steps away.
Mu Jiulin fell to the ground, and the puppet talisman on his shoulder fell off and disappeared.
You Bihuai showed a strange look: "You don't have spiritual roots?"
Just now he had just used his palm to strike, but he had not expected that the young man in front of him had no spiritual energy at all, and his body was empty. It was clear that he was just an ordinary person without any talent.
Originally, only a few people around Jiang Caiyu knew that Mu Jiulin had no spiritual roots. When everyone on the Jade Terrace heard it, they were in an uproar, with different expressions on their faces and whispering to each other.
The focus of the discussion was - "How can one enter the Yu Jian Sect without spiritual roots?"
Mu Jiulin listened to all these words and slowly clenched his hands hanging on the stone slab.
He had been wandering for many years. Jiang Caiyu had finally brought him back and given him a place to stay. Could it be... that he was going to be kicked out today?
When he was feeling uneasy, Jiang Caiyu finally made a grand appearance. He stood up and said calmly, "Senior Brother, Mu Jiulin is my disciple."
You Bihuai: "Why doesn't he have spiritual roots?"
Jiang Caiyu: "I have my own intentions."
You Bihuai said, "I think Junior Brother Jiang has his own considerations, so I won't say much."
…………The way these Sword Controlling Sect immortals speak is even more emotionless than the NPCs, as if everything can be resolved within ten sentences.
To put it nicely, they remain calm even when facing a crisis. To put it bluntly, they are a group of emotionless and expressionless tools.
You Bihuai said: "But he knocked over the incense burner and spoke rudely and disrespectfully to the teacher. He must be punished."
Jiang Caiyu: "I will punish him by sending him to Xuanyun Temple to reflect on his mistakes for a month."
You Bihui: "Okay."
Three sentences! One sentence was even just one word! And yet another issue was resolved. Such incredible efficiency.
Jiang Caiyu walked slowly to Mu Jiulin's side and looked at him with lowered eyebrows: "You heard everything."
Mu Jiulin tried to get up from the ground and knelt at Jiang Caiyu's feet: "Brother... I heard everything."
Jiang Caiyu: "From now on, you will go to Xuanyun Temple and kneel in front of the ancestral stele forest to reflect on your mistakes for a month."
Mu Jiulin prostrated himself on the ground and bowed deeply to Jiang Caiyu: "Disciple will follow Master's instructions."
Behind Ye Nanque.
Qin Qi: "Hehehe."
Wonderful decision: "Hehehehe."
They are very outspoken villains with a kind of small-brained beauty. From then on, these two were the evil duo in Ye Nanque's mind.
Mu Jiulin's life was naturally not a good one when he went to Xuanyun Temple.
Jiang Caiyu was kindhearted, but her emotional intelligence was extremely low. She had no idea how much her disciples disliked Mu Jiulin, and even specifically instructed Qin Qi to bring him food.
How could the meal Qin Qi sent be a good one? He sent Mu Jiulin slop for seven days, but Mu Jiulin didn't eat a single bite. He relied on his perseverance to get to the eighth day.
On the eighth day, Jiang Caiyu asked Ye Nanque to go to Xuanyun Temple to see how Mu Jiulin was doing.
In the book, Ye Nanque saw Mu Jiulin collapsed to the ground exhausted, and mocked him with great satisfaction. They could exclude Mu Jiulin, but it was impossible for them to really starve him to death in Xuanyun Temple. So Ye Nanque smashed a steamed bun in Mu Jiulin's face, humiliating him in many ways. After returning, he lied to Jiang Caiyu that Mu Jiulin was in good condition. This is indeed what a flat villain can do.
According to the "hypocritical" approach that Ye Nanque wants to take now, he definitely cannot act like this.
Although Xuanyun Temple is an important place in the sect, it is also a very deserted place. Except for a few young disciples guarding the door, no one wants to come here.
He met a few young disciples, who called out, "Hello, Senior Brother Ye."
Ye Nanque said casually: "Be good."
Ye Nanque's strength was somewhat renowned within the sect. Despite his youth, he had joined the Yu Jian Sect at the age of three, earning him considerable seniority. He had reached the Golden Core realm before the age of twenty, surpassing his peers in strength. He was known as "the child of other families" by the immortal elders of the various sects, and was arguably the pinnacle of his generation.
Generally speaking, he gets a lot of starry eyes when he goes out.
Hearing Ye Nanque talking to them, the gatekeeper was very excited and his words became stammering: "I don't know, I don't know why Senior Brother came here?"
Ye Nanque smiled slightly, rubbed his solar plexus with his hand, and posed with a wry smile: "Master asked me to come and see my unworthy junior brother."
The gatekeeper disciple said: "Senior Brother Ye really cares about his fellow disciples."
It's not just caring about his fellow disciples, he will also have a devastating fight with him in the future.
Under the admiring gazes of everyone, Ye Nanque opened the door and walked into the Xuanyun Temple. He passed through the main hall and entered the inner hall, just in time to see Mu Jiulin lying on the ground.
His face flushed, his teeth were gritted, and his body curled up into a ball.
Ye Nanque felt a little complicated for a moment.
It is one thing to read the words in a book, and another to see such a situation with your own eyes.
Logically speaking, this is just a plot, he already knew it, there is nothing surprising about it.
But for some reason, Ye Nanque just wanted to frown.
Perhaps sensing the presence of another person, Mu Jiulin moved his fingers. He used all his strength to open his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Ye Nanque staring at him with a frown.
Mu Jiulin struggled to get up from the ground, but failed after a few attempts, and was left in a mess.
Ye Nanque stood and watched for a while, then slowly squatted down, took out a steamed bun from the food box, and handed it to Mu Jiulin: "Eat it."
Mu Jiulin's voice choked: "Senior Brother Ye, Brother Ye."
Oh no! It's here again! The red-eyed monster!
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