On a dreary summer night, the rainstorm came suddenly.

The entire Cangjian Sect was shrouded in a heavy rain curtain, and the disciples were meditating in their own cave residences, and few went out at this time.

On the stone path of the mountain gate, rainwater poured down the stone steps, making a loud 'bang'.

On the side of the mountain path, there are a few obsidian stones embedded in them, emitting a soft shimmer, and for thousands of years, they have guided the disciples of the sect on their way home.

At this moment, a figure that had been dragged for a long time swayed on the stone steps.

Like a walking corpse, Zhan Bugui walked down the mountain step by step.

Since he was abolished, he was unwilling to be resentful and begged for help everywhere, but now he is depressed and completely desperate. It's only been a month, but for him, it feels like a lifetime.

The icy rain soaked into the robes, but he was unconscious.

These days, what he thinks about the most is Mu Shengxun.

Mu Shengxun was deposed and reduced to a mortal back then, how did he ridicule and make fun of him at that time? Zhan Bugui can't remember clearly, but he knows that at that time, he looked down on Mu Shengxun who had become a wasted person in his heart.

Maybe it's because Mu Sheng is lonely and cold, and refuses to accept him as an apprentice.

Maybe it's because Mu Shengxun is talented and has a brilliant record.

What he had to admit was that his initial envy and jealousy for Mu Shengxun blinded him. What he overlooked was that Mu Shengxun had always been the hardest working disciple in the Divine Sword Pavilion.

As long as he is in the sect, the Divine Sword Pavilion is indispensable for him to practice swords.

As for him, he also worked hard, but his efforts were only a little bit more than that of ordinary disciples.

Suddenly, Zhan Bugui accidentally stepped on a piece of gravel, and his whole body tilted and rolled down the mountain road.

The pain was so intense that Zhanbu came back to his senses, and he couldn't tell whether it was blood or rain, and it was running down his forehead.

"Useless stuff. He let out a cold snort.

The next moment, he said, "Shut up for me!"

"Heh, annoyed and angry? I really looked away at the beginning, thinking that the apprentice of the old man of Tianchen had some ability, but he didn't think about it, and picked the worst one. ”

"I've fallen to this point because of you!" Zhanbugui raised his hand and punched himself in the cheek.

"Heh, all of this is thanks to your master!" he received another punch in the left cheek.

"The enmity between you and my master, why do you want to implicate me!" Zhan Bugui was furious, how innocent he was, he had just started the Immortal Path, and there was still a bright future waiting for him.

Why, why should you destroy him!

"Haha, the so-called father's debt repayment to the son, you are his apprentice, and of course you will pay for his sins. Jin Tong sneered: "You don't want to think about it, your senior brothers and sisters, which one didn't end up like this? Even if you don't have this seat, you will be like this sooner or later." ”

Zhan Bugui remembered that when he was not yet apprenticed, he had heard about the deeds of the disciples of the Heavenly Dust Spirit Monarch.

His eldest apprentice, Gu Nanfeng, has now become an evil cultivator Xuanyu. The second apprentice did not say anything about the sword king, abandoned the sword slave, and became a heavenly sword forger. Most of the other disciples fell, only Jun Xin Jianjun came back from the dead, and Mu Sheng sought nirvana and was reborn, but they also experienced inhuman torture and misery.

Now it's his turn!

"Haha!" Zhan Bugui laughed wildly, he hadn't heard of it at the beginning, but at that time, he was full of eyes and only saw the glory of the Heavenly Dust Spirit Monarch, and only saw the scenery of becoming a disciple of the Heavenly Dust Spirit Monarch.

"Who's there!"

The disciples of the two sects who were guarding the mountain gate found Zhan Bugui.

"Ah, isn't this Uncle Zhan, why did you fall here?"

One of the disciples said, "Heh, what Uncle Zhan, his cultivation was abolished by the Heavenly Dust Spirit Monarch himself, and now he has become a mortal. ”

"Tsk, it's a little miserable. The little disciple helped him up: "Mortals are no better than monks, you still ran out of such a heavy rainstorm, aren't you looking for death?"

"Let go!" Zhan Bugui shook off the hand that his disciple was holding him and continued to stumble down the mountain.

"Hey, your temper is not small, do you still think that you are the most promising disciple of the Divine Sword Pavilion......?

"Senior brother, don't talk about it. I think he's pathetic. ”

"What is the pitiful thing, we salute him on weekdays, but he doesn't even lift his eyes. Now, it's just his own fault, who is to show this pitiful look?"

The little disciple couldn't bear it, and shouted, "Uncle Zhan, where are you going?

"Where else can he go, isn't he just unable to stay in the sect anymore and wants to leave? ”

The little disciple was dragged away by his senior brother.

……

The next day, the territory of the Cangjian Sect;

Two monks scurried up and quickly hid in a dense bush.

There was also a monk hiding in the grass, with a fat head and big ears, and eyes as small as beans, and when he saw the two of them coming, he asked, "What is the matter?"

It was a man and a woman who came, and one of the female cultivators said, "It's all arranged, the patrol disciples of the Cangjian Sect rotate once every hour, and we only have time for a cup of tea." ”

Another handsome male monk said, "Don't worry, everything is going according to plan." ”

The fat monk was overjoyed: "Okay, when they act, let's pick up a leak in the back, haha, I'm afraid the Cangjian Sect is in a catastrophe this time." ”

The three of them were excited, as if they had already gotten the victory they wanted.

At this moment, there was a small hum in the grass.

"Who!" the fat monk's eyes sank, and he swept towards it, followed by the other two monks.

They found a young man in the bushes, half-dead.

The nun looked at it: "It's just a mortal, and I'm dying." ”

"How could a mortal be here? And the robes on his body are many times better than the ones on you and me. Qingxiu kicked over, but the young man on the ground did not react.

"I look at this man with a little familiarity. The nun said as she washed the mud off the young man's face, revealing a red and swollen face.

"Just this pig's head face, you are still familiar. ”

The nun suddenly said, "I remember, he is returning from the exhibition." The twelve disciples of the Heavenly Dust Spirit Monarch. ”

"He?" The fat monk laughed, "He doesn't look as good as me, if so, wouldn't I be able to become an apprentice of the Heavenly Dust Spirit Monarch?"

"I'm not kidding. You see. The nun took out a piece of jade slip from her bosom, and there was a portrait of Zhan Bu returning to it.

"It looks like it. The beautiful male cultivator twisted open a pill and wiped it on his face, and soon the young man's face returned to its original state: "It's true!"

The fat monk said: "The apprentice of the Heavenly Dust Spirit Monarch, shouldn't he be a baby pimple? ”

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