"Ahem......"

Su Changqing took out a novice handkerchief very skillfully and calmly and wiped the corners of his lips, wiping away the blood that had just gushed out of his mouth because he was too emotional.

After putting away the handkerchief, Su Changqing couldn't help but sigh that he was fortunate that he was not a panda blood, otherwise he would have to catch a giant panda for blood transfusion like the male protagonist of President Wen.

He shook his head slightly, and then took out a handful of blood coagulation pills and stuffed them into his mouth, which is called reasonable blood return.

At this moment, the clouds of the oblique sun through the sky sprayed away in all directions, the splashed clouds and mist refracted brilliant colored light, the twilight will not fall, a bend of the breeze blows through the girl's side face like snow and jade, Su Changqing's eyebrows are like a crescent moon, slightly melancholy.

It was getting late, so she had better go to Chilian Peak as soon as possible, and she didn't know what her master's situation was today.

Thinking of this, the sorrow between Su Changqing's eyebrows deepened, and he slightly tugged at the placket of his clothes, and then hurriedly continued to rush towards the direction of Chilian Peak.

Soon, she came to the foot of the Red Refining Peak.

According to the regulations of the Heavenly Dao Academy, Yuanying Zhenjun should live alone in a peak.

The Red Refining Peak is the peak that Lu Feiran chose when he broke through to the Yuan Infant Stage; And she, as his first disciple, naturally inhabited this slightly desolate and deserted mountain with him.

The range where the Red Refining Peak is located is very large, although it is a lone peak, it is also far away from the other peaks, but if you look at it from a distance, you will find that the Red Refining Peak is surrounded by other peaks, showing the trend of seven stars.

The dark peaks and peaks are shrouded in mist, its momentum is outstanding, as if it is majestic between heaven and earth, looking at the vastness of the seven mountains, overlooking the blue and clear of the abyss, looking up at the distance of the clouds and the sky, but it is quite majestic and magnificent, and its rhyme is full of meaning.

It is said that it is desolate and deserted only because there are very few people coming and going here, one is because Lu Feiran does not like to be disturbed, even she, as his apprentice, only stays at the foot of the mountain to cultivate by herself, if it is not really important, otherwise there is rarely time to come up;

The second is that there is a steep bluestone ladder in Chilian Peak, and one side of it is a cliff, which is extremely rugged and dangerous, and if you are not careful, you will fall off the cliff, even if the monk is likely to fall to death, but if you want to climb out, you have to work hard.

So usually not many disciples will come up, after all, who will come to climb the stairs to find guilt when they are full?

Naturally, she didn't want to climb this kind of hanging ladder, but these days were exceptions, and she was mainly worried that Lu Feiran would fall into a magic obstacle due to a sudden drastic change. But now that I know that he is the male lead, this worry has been reduced a little.

Su Changqing put on a mask of pain and climbed the bluestone ladder, and just as she was about to step on the last hanging ladder, she suddenly heard a noise from above, she frowned, how could anyone else come to Chilian Peak at this time?

"The disciple always heard about Wen Xuan Zhenjun's deeds before, what kind of natural sword heart, young genius, how great do you think? Unexpectedly, now he has become a useless waste. ”

"Wen Xuan Zhenjun has always been dustless, and disciples like me have never been looked down upon by you in the past, but now I am afraid that even the miscellaneous disciples in the courtyard can easily defeat you, which is really a pity."

"The former kendo genius, the youngest true monarch, now seems to be just a flash in the pan."

"Wen Xuan Zhenjun, why don't you speak? Don't you think the disciples are wrong? ”

“......”

It's hard.

Su Changqing only felt that his fists were hard.

How dare they be so presumptuous?!

Su Changqing took a deep breath and stepped forward quickly, only to see a very tall figure standing straight, like a divine sword, awe-inspiring and cold, surrounded by lonely indifference, like a continent full of frost and snow.

There were three disciples standing opposite him, all three of them were wearing blue clothes and white background inner door clothes, and the disciple at the head was handsome, but the slight mockery on his face at this moment made people uncomfortable.

The other two disciples also made the same chin raising action, trying their best to highlight their arrogance and disdain.

Su Changqing felt that they were a little familiar, but she couldn't remember where they had seen them, after all, except for the Moon Peak, she rarely interacted with other fellow students.

When the disciple headed by him was about to say something, Su Changqing's eyebrows were cold, and he stepped forward quickly:

"What are you doing, senior brothers?"

Seeing the slender girl who suddenly appeared, the three disciples couldn't help but look a little unnatural, but they still held on to their arrogant looks.

"Senior sister, what are you talking about? We are just worried about Wen Xuanzhenjun's situation, so we came over to offer condolences. ”

When the words fell, he looked at Lu Feiran, who was standing next to him without saying a word, "You said yes, Wen Xuan Zhenjun?" ”

Su Changqing: "......"

I knock it, and there is shamelessness!

At the same time, there are still some doubts in my heart.

It shouldn't be.

This kind of plot that starts with an unreasonable finding fault, and the cannon fodder tool man jumping up and down can still happen in their Heavenly Dao Academy?

Is it that the elders of the Punishment Hall can't lift the knife, or are these disciples in front of them too floating?

I can't figure it out, so I'll put it aside for now.

Su Changqing looked at the three disciples who were looking for faults, tried his best to suppress the blood that suddenly surged up in his throat, and said coldly:

"The first rule of the Heavenly Dao Academy, respect the teacher and respect the elders, and must not be rude to them; My master is a true monarch monk, even if his cultivation is damaged now, he is also the elder of your senior brothers, can you take the rules of the academy in your eyes like this? ”

"If you senior brothers have any objections to the rules of the academy, why don't you go to the Punishment Hall with your senior sister and talk to the elders?"

Three disciples: "......"

That's ...... You don't have to.

The atmosphere has come to this, and if you forcibly pretend to beep, you will enter the punishment hall to eat the whip, and the three disciples are all a little red, and they drop a sentence:

"Senior sister misunderstood, I didn't mean that."

I just slipped away.

After waiting for the others to leave, Su Changqing turned around this time.

Looking at the person who stood straight aside and didn't say a word, perhaps because of the early foundation building, this person's face was still between a teenager and a young man, with a high nose bridge, thin and red lips, and a delicate but not feminine appearance.

But at this moment, his eyebrows were frosted with coldness, his phoenix eyes were dyed scarlet, and his face was even more pale than that of Su Changqing, a person who often vomited blood.

He seemed to feel the gaze that had fallen on him for a long time, looking in the direction of Su Changqing.

Those eyes were silent and barren, but the scarlet at the end of the eyes was like a devouring abyss hidden under the surface of a calm lake, as if the next second would pull people into the dark abyss and drown.

Su Changqing: "......"

It seems that this male protagonist doesn't care as much as he seems.

Also, now even a few inner disciples dare to dance in front of him.

"Master, the wind is strong on the cliffside, and your body is not fully well, why don't you go back to the cave to rest first?"

Lu Feiran nodded without joy or sorrow, but he didn't really go back to the cave, he still stayed where he was, his eyes seemed to be looking into the distance without focus.

Su Changqing looked at it and felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

In this world, there are always people who like to watch beauties in distress, the end of heroes, the end of Jiang Lang's talents, the high wind and bright festival being infected by darkness, and watching the fire blade pull into the quagmire.

But for those who experience it, the blow of this sudden gap is enough to destroy a person's will and pride.

Lu Feiran's cultivation path in his youth has always been smooth and unimpeded, and after he showed his superb kendo talent and understanding after entering the Heavenly Dao Academy, he was regarded as one of the most valued disciples by the Heavenly Dao Academy.

It's completely a cold and lustless little fairy.。

——The sword crosses the stars and fights the dragon, and the wind and the crane are cold.

This is the most appropriate way to describe Lu Feiran.

But now, the originally well-qualified kendo genius has been completely cultivated and reduced to a beautiful and powerful miserable nature.

It's really suffocating.

Although the protagonist's momentary downfall is just a prelude to a counterattack by a slap in the face, he will awaken the summoner talent later and climb to the top again.

But for him now, he has become a waste of cultivation, and this sudden struggle to breathe in the quagmire of defeat and the slimness that he can't save himself is the cage he can't break free, and he has an excellent heart without collapse.

Others can't understand his struggle, and they will only sigh lightly and regret when they reach the sky.

For example, her.

Another example is the three disciples who just found fault.

None of them can empathize with him.

The man in white standing quietly stood on the edge of the rocky cliff, his thin lips pursed slightly without blood, his eyebrows with a cold feeling of shattering and killing, the cold wind blew, blowing his clothes, making him look more like a thin and pale piece of paper.

Su Changqing only stayed by the side, and did not continue to persuade anything, not everyone is willing to accept the kindness of others when they are embarrassed.

Sometimes, respect is more important than kindness.

With Lu Feiran's character, he naturally doesn't need to be persuaded by others.

Su Changqing sighed in his heart, and thought about it from another angle, compared with those who have gone from "Don't Bully the Young Poor", "Don't Bully the Middle-aged Poor", "Don't Bully the Poor Elderly" to "The Dead Are Great", the male protagonist is still relatively lucky.

Lu Feiran stood silently in place, trying to use the power of the stars in his body to repair the damaged meridians and sea of consciousness, and as soon as he moved, a sharp pain instantly came from the hundreds of bones in his limbs, like a surging wave, which shattered the already scarred meridians even more.

His face became more and more pale, his eyes were empty for a moment, his long eyelashes drooped slightly, as if a layer of shadow had fallen in his pupils, and then he stood more straight and straight, but his face was so pale that even his lips faded.

Su Changqing frowned slightly, and her eyes fell on Lu Feiran's body, she just seemed to feel a faint power of stars, but it disappeared in an instant.

She didn't delve into it, thought about it, and suddenly remembered the task issued to her by the system, so she said:

"By the way, Master, the disciple plans to participate in the two-month sect competition."

Lu Feiran heard Su Changqing's words and looked at her slightly.