"Why?" Xihe looked at Xiangyi with a smile and asked, "Why not?" Xiangyi couldn't answer why, so he could only look at Xihe suspiciously.

"If you want to eat it, you will have it! You can buy it with money, and Tianmen Mountain is not so poor that you can't even afford meat, so why not?" Xihe said with a smile, a look of course.

It seems that what the senior brother said makes sense, but why does she feel weird.

"The rules of Tianmen Mountain are all for the disciples to keep, you are their uncle, so naturally you don't have to abide by the bullshit rules. All rules and regulations that are used to bind people will be broken. You don't have to feel strange, I won't hurt you!" Xihe said lightly. Xiangyi nodded, as if he understood what Xihe meant.

With the experience of the past, Xiangyi specially asked Ji Hezi to call her earlier, she was afraid that she would get up late for a nap. Being late once can be forgiven, but being late twice should be said to be fearless.

"Uncle Shi should go to Tianzi Palace to take classes this afternoon, the teacher of Tianzi Palace is Senior Sister Yueqing, she is kind, much better than Senior Brother Leming of Dizi Palace, I used to be taught by Senior Brother Leming when I studied in Sizi Palace, he is a serious little old man. Ji Hezi babbled.

"Are they of the same generation as you?" asked Xiangyi.

"It's not like that, although I call them senior brothers and sisters, but they started earlier than me, but after all, their talent is limited, but they didn't become my senior uncle! They were not accepted as disciples by real people, and their years of practice made them live much longer than ordinary people, but their relatives did not live as long as they did. When they should go down the mountain, their relatives at home died, and they had nowhere to go down the mountain, so they all stayed in Tianmen Mountain. Anything like me. When I get old, I should be like Senior Brother Leming. Speaking of this, Ji Hezi was a little sentimental.

Five years ago, he was not outstanding enough to be selected. But he didn't think about going down the mountain, he felt that he should still have a chance, so he stayed, but five years have passed, and his cultivation has not improved at all, and it is impossible to say that he is not worried.

"Is that so?" Xiangyi glanced at Ji Hezi, she didn't plan to say more, but when she saw Ji Hezi with a lonely face, she comforted her: "You are still young, there is still hope, you will not be like Le Ming's nephew." Ji Hezi smiled gratefully at Xiangyi, no matter what purpose Xiangyi said such a thing, it made his heart warm.

After saying goodbye to Ji Hezi, Xiangyi walked into the Tianzi Palace. Unexpectedly, there were already a lot of people in the hall, and she was definitely not too late, but why did people come like this. Even Wuyang came, but Feng Xiaoxiao's seat was empty. Seeing the confusion in Xiangyi's eyes, Wuyang said: "Don't look at it, her ten-best ** won't come." ”

"Is something wrong?" "Even if Feng Xiaoxiao doesn't have to work, she is the kind of person who doesn't even want to come to class, at least she will nest in the corner and secretly eat snacks to pass the time, it is reasonable for Xiangyi to think like this.

Wuyang smiled and said, "What can happen to her in Tianmen Mountain, you will know the reason why she didn't come later." "Wuyang deliberately sold Guanzi and waited for Xiangyi to ask. It's a pity that Xiangyi just glanced at him and sat down quietly, which made Wuyang couldn't help but ask, "Why didn't you ask me why didn't you say it?"

"Didn't you say that I would know in the future, and since I will know in the future, is there still any need to ask you?" Xiangyi said slowly. She really thinks like this, first of all, she doesn't like gossip, and secondly, if Feng Xiaoxiao doesn't happen, nothing will happen, she is not very interested in why Feng Xiaoxiao doesn't come.

"Alas, don't you really want to know?" Wuyang asked unrelentingly, Xiangyi nodded and said, "I don't want to!" Wuyang laughed dryly twice and was about to speak, but saw Wen Zhao come over with an unkind face. He didn't want to provoke Wen Zhao, so he turned his head and pretended not to see her.

Xiangyi just glanced at Wen Zhao and lowered his head, but he didn't want Wen Zhao to provoke and snorted coldly at Xiangyi. The grievances and grievances between the two are also unclear, and Xiangyi doesn't take Wen Zhao as the same thing, so he ignores her provocation. Wuyang couldn't see Wen Zhao's arrogant appearance, and quietly stretched out one foot.

Wen Zhao's eyes only looked at Xiangyi, and when he saw that Xiangyi ignored her, his face was a little ugly, but he didn't stop and continued to walk forward.

"Senior sister, be careful!" a male disciple behind Wen Zhao shouted eagerly when he saw Wuyang's outstretched feet. But he didn't want to be too late, Wen Zhao was tripped and fell out. Xiangyi didn't know the movement behind him, only heard the male disciple behind Wen Zhao shout, "Senior sister, be careful!" and turned his head, even so, he only saw Wen Zhao flying out.

There was a crackling sound, Wen Zhao lay on the ground in pain for a long time and couldn't get up, obviously she just fell, why did she feel so painful, she is a person who cultivates immortals, her body is much better than ordinary people, and her reaction speed is also fast, it is impossible for her to be so wolf in normal times, so the only explanation is that someone has moved her hands and feet.

The male disciple saw that Wen Zhao was lying on the ground for a long time and couldn't get up, so he hurriedly walked over and helped Wen Zhao up. Xiangyi didn't like to join in the fun and turned his head away, Wen Zhao slowly stood up with difficulty, but felt a heart-like pain in the joints of his legs, one didn't stand well, and almost fell back again, but fortunately, the male disciple half supported and half hugged Wen Zhao, so she didn't fall back again.

Wen Zhao's skilled male disciple didn't know, now looking at Wen Zhao's face full of ink, as well as the crumbling bun, and Wen Zhao's unsteady legs, the male disciple knew that someone had done it, of course, he had seen it happen with his own eyes, and he naturally knew the culprit.

"Wuyang! Senior Sister Wen Zhao didn't offend you, why did you hurt her!" The male disciple glared at Wuyang angrily, his fists clenched, and it seemed that as soon as Wuyang opened his mouth, he would pounce on Wuyang and fight to the death. Wuyang smiled, looking Wen Zhao up and down, looking at her peach-colored tunic dress dotted with ink, and there was still undried ink dripping down her sleeves from time to time.

Tick, tick.

When such a thing happened, the disciples in the hall didn't look like they were watching a good show, and they were holding their breath one by one, for fear that they would be involved.