Chapter 14 The Burden of a Master
She remained expressionless and did not move an inch.
He casually drew Su Qingliu's sword, and with it just two inches from the sheath, he pushed the teacup back into the water.
The three boys: "..." You dare to fight back against Hua Buxiu? We respect you as a girl!
Su Qingliu crossed his arms, pondered for a moment, and then slowly uttered a few words, "Junior Sister, you're dead."
Second Senior Brother Bai Ziye gathered his sleeves, his eyebrows curving into a smile, "Heh! Junior Sister, you're really doomed."
Lin Yujin had already instinctively clasped her hands together in silent mourning for her, "Same here, junior sister, may you rest in peace."
Jiang Xianwan: "..." At this moment, she felt that she was really going to die.
Hua Buxiu is quite ruthless when it comes to beating people up.
He's especially good at using fire.
really.
"Ha, you treacherous disciple who defies the Heavenly Gang! You actually dare to fight back! Get your ass in here!"
Full of energy.
He has a very strong temper.
Jiang Xianwan felt a little regretful.
They obediently rolled inside.
Lin Yujin swiftly stuck herself back to the door.
Bai Ziye moved slowly and deliberately, turning slightly to the side.
Su Qingliu thought for a moment, then looked at Lin Yujin and Bai Ziye, tilted her head, and lazily leaned over to them.
"I asked you to do a task, what kind of task are you doing?"
Hua Buxiu pointed a trembling finger at Jiang Xianwan, almost poking his forehead.
Who could have imagined it?
Such a beautiful name, yet her temper is faster than she flips through a book.
Jiang Xianwan gave him a strange look.
The ordinary-looking young man paced back and forth in anger, running quite fast.
"What are you looking at! You think your eyes are the biggest!"
What business is it of yours how many concubines he takes?
"You got rid of the evil spirit and left, but what did you mean by beating it up before you left?"
Now look what's happened, they're not paying the final installment!
They were already poor, and now they are even poorer!
Jiang Xianwan breathed a sigh of relief.
It startled her.
She thought it was because the incident a few days ago, in which she beat up a disciple of the Taixu Sect, had been exposed.
Helplessly, he pointed to his face.
"He even tries to seduce his disciple, so the disciple can't hit him?"
"Um?"
Hua Buxiu paused, standing frozen in place.
He took a closer look at Jiang Xianwan's magnificent birthmark, which resembled a rosy cloud covering her face.
His expression instantly became indescribable.
He pondered for a moment, then frowned deeply.
"His taste is certainly unique. This guy is a bit of a pervert. He really deserves to be beaten."
Besides, he was Hua Buxiu's disciple after all, so it was fine to hit him.
If you're so capable, then fight back!
Jiang Xianwan: "..." Am I some kind of ugly thing?
Although.
but.
Could you please not be so obvious about your dislike?
Hua Buxiu was still chattering on and on.
"You're so stubborn! You didn't even try to hide your attack. If word gets out, what a huge negative impact it will have on us! Who will dare to come to our mountain again?"
Why not change its appearance first, or put it in a sack before hitting it?
Jiang Xianwan's lips twitched almost imperceptibly.
What impact will it have?
Does it mean they're poor?
Aside from a few dilapidated thatched huts, how poor could they be?
Jiang Xianwan was speechless.
If she hadn't been tricked into coming here by her cunning, always-smiling second senior brother, she wouldn't have come to this wretched place!
However, to avoid being beaten, he obediently nodded.
"It was my oversight."
He changed the subject abruptly, feigning innocence.
“Master, I can’t find the talisman I drew a couple of days ago. It seems I accidentally left it at that house.”
Hua Buxiu's eyes immediately lit up, "Really?"
Then she felt that her happy expression was too obvious.
He coughed lightly and waved his hand.
"A talisman for warding off evil spirits, once lost, is simply lost; a new one can be drawn."
Good riddance!
If you dare to withhold his final payment, within three days he'll be begging for even more spirit stones!
At that time...
The price must be raised!
It's not that he's confident.
Who around here offers a lower price and provides after-sales service?
Where can you find a sect with such a conscience?
How dare they deduct half!
Hua Buxiu noticed a rare hint of satisfaction in Jiang Xianwan's expression.
"Although you arrived late, your ability to handle situations and respond to situations is in no way inferior to your three senior brothers. I am very pleased with you."
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
She really didn't want to speak.
Hua Buxiu's eyes are filled with nothing but money.
He spends his days lounging in his tattered bamboo chair, drinking tea, sleeping, and reading storybooks.
What drove Jiang Xianwan to despair was...
His master was only at the peak of the Golden Core stage!
Golden Core!!!
The eldest brother has already reached the Nascent Soul stage!
Strangely enough, all four of them combined couldn't beat Hua Buxiu!
That said.
Is it absolutely necessary to have a master?
Can one unilaterally expel someone from their school?
Hua Buxiu kept babbling on and on, like he was having a conference with ten thousand flies.
"Also, the disciple exchange conference on the next mountain is about to begin. The rewards are quite generous. You should prepare yourselves well these next two days and try to sneak in."
"Remember to hand over your rewards when you come back. I will keep them for you and give them back to you when you grow up."
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
Hua Buxiu is truly shameless.
Also, what are the disciples of the Taixu Sect preparing for their exchange conference?
Ready to rob someone?
Please!
That's the number one sect in the Southern Territory, holding their own grand gathering!
My own!
How did they manage to sneak in?
Jiang Xianwan really wanted to roll her eyes.
Ignoring the still-rambling young man, he took a long stride and left the thatched hut.
I made eye contact with my three senior brothers.
Jiang Xianwan narrowed her eyes: You agreed?
Su Qingliu narrowed her eyes: Do you think we can refuse?
Bai Ziye narrowed his eyes: Junior Sister, I'm leaving the matter of joining the Taixu Sect as a bandit to you.
Lin Yujin narrowed her eyes, mimicking their expression: "You guys find it quite amusing to steal things from the Taixu Sect?"
Su Qingliu casually flicked his eyes, his thin lips moving slightly, "Get lost."
Bai Ziye twirled the pen between his fingers, a gentle smile on his face, "Get lost~"
Jiang Xianwan remained polite, "Junior Brother, could you please leave?"
Lin Yujin: "Waaaaah~~~"
The next second, the four of them sat down under the rickety, thatched pavilion, around a square table with one of its legs broken off.
Jiang Xianwan rested her chin on her hand, remained silent for a moment, and couldn't help but ask, "Can we expel Hua Hua from the sect?"
Bai Ziye paused, the spirit brush that had been twirling between her fingers, and turned her head in surprise. "Junior Sister, you've finally figured it out?"
He thought his junior sister would have to endure it for at least a year.
"Now then," Su Qingliu said succinctly.
He'd wanted to do it for a long time.
If it weren't for a sliver of conscience that hadn't been extinguished...
After all, their master was someone who was trying every means to take advantage of their burden.
It's the large size!
Forging magic tools is already quite expensive.
Not to mention Lin Yujin.
Since he came here, he hasn't been able to afford a new piece of clothing.
The underwear was always sewn and patched up.
Upon hearing this, he couldn't wait and pounded the table.
How to expel them?
Jiang Xianwan silently took out a packet of medicine.
This was specially prepared for Hua Buxiu.
"Where should I throw it?!"
The three senior brothers looked excited and spoke in unison.
Even Su Qingliu, who usually had a calm expression, straightened his back.
What if you throw it too close and Hua Buxiu runs back?
Hua Buxiu runs incredibly fast and is quite good at dressing up.
They all went to see their junior sister, who was full of black liquid.
Jiang Xianwan stroked his chin, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he snapped his fingers.
He waved his hand.
The three boys leaned out, their heads touching, and huddled together.
"Give it to the Taixu Sect!"
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