The group stayed until late at night before returning to the sect. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info Fang Shu was also soaked from sweat all over his body, and he was blown by the cold wind, which was biting cold, but he didn't realize it. Wang Yuan is wooden by nature, and there are only a few friends who can talk.

"Alas, I really am, a few days ago, I should have found out that he was wrong today, and I didn't enlighten him properly......" Fang Shu walked exhausted to his bedroom. When passing by Wang Yuan's room, he suddenly found that the light in Wang Yuan's room was actually on!

No wonder I couldn't find him! It turns out that he has already come back before himself!

Fang Shu rushed to his room: "Wang Yuan, Wang Yuan, why are you back-" He pushed the door slammed, only to find that the person inside was not Wang Yuan.

"Senior Brother Zhang Cheng, why are you here?" Fang Shu frowned, and looked underground, only to see all kinds of miscellaneous items scattered all over the ground. Zhang Cheng, who won the third place in the inner courtyard, and several others were rummaging through the cabinets, not knowing what they were looking for.

Zhang Cheng panicked at first, and then calmed down again: "Senior Brother Wang Yuan passed away unexpectedly, and a few of us came to sort out the relics for him......"

Fang Shu was furious, pointing to the mess all over the ground and shouting, "That's how you guys 'tidy up'?"

Relying on Zhang Chengzai, who was the third in the inner courtyard, one of the companions slammed the book in his hand to Fang Shu's feet: "It was the fifth senior brother of the deacon who allowed us to come!

"stop Lao Tzu!" Fang Shu was about to color, when he saw the cover of the book he had lost, he quickly picked it up and patted the plaster on it, and said angrily: "This is Wang Yuan's experience note, he thinks it is more important than life!

Wang Yuan is not very literate, and every time he listens to his master and brother explain the method of cultivation, he uses charcoal to draw relevant graphics, and often takes them out to read and review.

"Oh, it turned out to be Wang Yuan's 'Peerless Secret Book'! I think it's all drawn by villains, and they should be regarded as children's ghost drawings!" The man grinned, and then said with a straight face: "What level of cultivation Wang Yuan is, which of us doesn't know? His 'experience notes', I don't think he has learned anything, if this is seen by outsiders, I still think that our Cloud Suppression Sect is teaching children to draw pictures!"

Another person shouted: "Senior brother, why should you talk nonsense with him too much -- Fang Shu, let me tell you, Wang Yuan doesn't say that he has fallen off the cliff and died now, even if he is not dead, he is now defeated in the inner courtyard competition, ranking at the bottom - he is still embarrassed to live in the residence of the disciples in the inner courtyard? Let's clear out the messy miscellaneous things in his house, so that those disciples who are truly cultivated can live, lest some people occupy the pit and not shit!"

Fang Shu trembled with anger: "Okay, you are a reversal of black and white! Let me tell you, Wang Yuan has not been found for a day, this is still his room! I don't need your 'tidying', I thank you for your kindness! His things, where you took them, put them back! If you don't clean up Wang Yuan's room today, none of you are allowed to leave!"

"Hey, you're ridiculous? We want to leave, can you stay?"

"That's it! I advise you to be nosy! Otherwise, Senior Brother Zhang Cheng is also here, but he wants to uphold justice for us!"

The cultivation of these people is not much stronger than Wang Yuan, and now they are so confident, it turns out that they rely on Zhang Cheng, who has recently been in the limelight in the big competition.

It's just that Zhang Cheng is now indispensable in the inner courtyard, and they all say that he has the hope of being accepted as a disciple by the master, even if the deacon senior brother asks him to clean Wang Yuan's room - do you still have to work for the third master in the inner courtyard?

"Senior Brother Zhang Cheng, I didn't expect you to have the 'leisure' to help Wang Yuan tidy up the room. Fang Shu looked at him meaningfully, and when he just entered the door, Zhang Cheng was also very energetic. Wang Yuan's family is poor, and there are not many things in the bedroom, so it can be seen that they have turned inside out more than once.

Zhang Cheng snorted: "Zhang Cheng is not any different in identity, since it is the deacon's senior brother's orders, he naturally obeys the order......

Fang Shu shook his head: "I don't think it's ......" looked at them, and his mind moved: "I understand!

Zhang Chengse was inward-looking: "What do you understand?"

Fang Shu said coldly: "Back then, Senior Brother Wang Quan was famous in the Sect, and Senior Brother was a moment of brightness, his cultivation was unfathomable, and he made great progress every day, and it was said that Senior Brother Wang Quan had an unknown cultivation method. It's just that he's dead--you must be thinking, Wang Yuan is Senior Brother Wang Quan's own brother, could Senior Brother Wang Quan leave something for Wang Yuan--what kind of secret recipe, or is it a divine weapon? That's all you want?"

"Nonsense!" Zhang Cheng shouted, but instead exposed his weakness: "What kind of identity do I have, go back and covet something like Wang Yuan! Fang Shu, don't mess around with us just because Senior Brother Wang Yuan is dead, and I didn't kill him!"

"Ming people don't talk in secret! Zhang Cheng! You are so ruthless! Wang Yuan's life and death are unknown, you don't care about your fellow disciples and brothers at all! You still want to loot his relics! We are so shameless! We are ashamed to be called 'the same door' with you!"

"Nonsense! Nonsense! -- Fellow disciples testify that this Fang Shu has repeatedly made remarks that have seriously hurt us, and I have repeatedly avoided them to avoid hurting the harmony of my fellow students!

Fang Shu shouted, "What, you still want to draw your sword against me?"

Zhang Cheng didn't answer, but his hand had already rubbed and pulled out his long sword.

"A man has a soul, and a soldier has a soul!" A sharp "sword spirit" on the long sword slashed towards Fang Shu like lightning, Fang Shu was taken aback, he didn't expect Zhang Cheng to really attack him -- but there was no blade in his hand, so he hurriedly dodged. Zhang Cheng didn't give him a chance to breathe, and a sword spirit slashed at Fang Shu out of thin air—a deep sword mark was cut on the wall behind Fang Shu, and then, there was a dull sound—it struck Fang Shu's left arm.

Zhang Cheng smiled when he saw this, and walked forward quickly to pierce Fang Shu's chest with a sword.

At this moment, a voice came from outside: "The time has come!

Zhang Cheng's sword froze, and others reminded: "Senior Brother Zhang Cheng, it's the seventh senior brother who is making rounds-"

Zhang Cheng motioned for him to be silent, everyone held their breath, and after a while, they heard the footsteps of the seventh senior brother in the distance.

"Fang Shu, let you go today, if I listen to you chewing the root of your tongue in the inner courtyard tomorrow, don't blame me for not talking about the friendship of the same family!-let's go!" Zhang Cheng ignored Fang Shu's slashing and fell to the ground by his sword, and beckoned a few people to hurriedly go out from the gate.

Fang Shu held down his bleeding left arm, in pain, and remembered that a few days ago, it was clear that Wang Yuan had already conceded defeat to Zhang Cheng in the school field, but Zhang Cheng still refused to give up, and slapped him to the ground -- almost deaf to his ears!

If the cultivation is low, there is no dignity?

If the cultivation is low, should they be bullied?

The cultivation is low, why is it that in the eyes of some people, a life is so cheap?

He couldn't help but think of the days when he first entered the sect two years ago.

Originally, his family was quite wealthy, although he had no father since he was a child, his mother regarded him as a heart. As a result, there was a serious illness, and his mother saw his back, so he had to be sent by his father to the Cloud Suppression Sect to practice forging. Everyone saw that he was an orphan, alone, and his foundation for smelting his soul and forging his soul was thin, so naturally they would not give him any preferential treatment, beat him and humiliate him, and threw his food to feed the dogs. When he was hungry, it was Wang Yuan who called him into the house, smiling, it turned out that he had saved half a bowl of bean rice and mixed lard for him to eat.

Wang Yuan originally had good intentions, but Fang Shu had no worries about food and clothing since he was a child, when had he ever eaten such a rough thing? The bean rice was shriveled and piercing his throat, and the lard was fishy and greasy, and he vomited it all after he didn't eat a few bites.

"It's so unpalatable, it's just something for pigs to eat!" Fang Shu threw a nameless fire nowhere, and his chopsticks were thrown aside.

Unexpectedly, Wang Yuan just silently put away the bowl and cleaned the lard and bean rice he spit on the ground.

Fang Shu saw him teardrops falling on the table again:

"You say it's something to feed pigs, but to me, it's the most delicious thing. - I'm only willing to eat a spoonful for half a month!"

Fang Shu naturally didn't know that this bit of lard was saved by Wang Yuan's parents who had rarely seen meat for half a year. He was the son of a rich and noble family, and he endured the pain of flesh and gave him all the lard, but the other party didn't appreciate it at all.

Fang Shu was stunned, and it was only through this that he knew that people in this world were not fair to each other.

The senior brothers excluded the newcomers, and Wang Yuan was the only one who was kind to him.

Although Fang Shu later practiced hard and became the best among the disciples of the inner court, those people did not dare to bully him anymore at that time, but he still couldn't forget that half bowl of bean rice.

Now, thinking of the old things again, Wang Yuan's honest and honest appearance seemed to be still in front of him, Fang Shu couldn't help but feel sad and cried loudly.