Xianzun is Collapsing Every Day

The voice of the sentence was very small, but the sword cultivator had already entered the spirit-inducing realm, and he could hear clearly.

Mu Chuihan cried and cried on the spot, wiping away his tears, as if he didn't care about the changes in the people around him.

In fact, through the tears, he was very proud to see that the face of the lecturer Jianxiu changed directly, and Mo Jiao was even more embarrassed, holding that dress was like holding a hot potato.

Lin Xu's heart was blunt, and she immediately asked, "Fuyan, what did you say? Have you seen Jun Tingyun?"

Everyone, especially the one who taught the sword cultivator, waited anxiously for Mu Chuhuihan's answer.

"Ah, no, I've never seen it before..." Mu Chuihan stretched out his hands to cover his mouth like a frightened deer, his wet eyes drooping, "I'm talking nonsense, I don't know Tingyun-Jun."

Lin Xu and Fuyan have been together for the longest time. Although the boy's tearful appearance is very pitiful, he can actually see a bit of deliberateness in it.

It was clear that Fuyan was not so weak in front of him yesterday, so why did he cry in a blink of an eye?

Also, what is the relationship between Fuyan and Tingyun-jun?

Although the sword cultivator teaches swordsmanship to outer disciples, he is only an ordinary inner disciple. He was very in awe of Ye Tingjiang, and instantly changed his attitude of hanging up high. He approached and said, "Don't cry for now. You said this dress was worn by Jun Tingyun when you first saw him?"

"No." Mu Chuihan sobbed, "Brother Zhao said, mortals like us in the lower realms don't even deserve to be called a brother when we see Young Master Mo, how could I know Jun Tingyun and look up to the mountains? Woolen cloth?"

After he finished speaking, he looked at Zhao Jia cautiously.

Mu Chuihan's eyes were very innocent, but Zhao Jia trembled all over. Although his brain was not very good, he was able to hear it. Every word in these words flew towards him with a gun and a stick.

The cultivator was having a headache. Mo Jiao was originally from some family background, and the few human cultivators were insignificant. He only helped Mo Jiao before and didn't care about it. Who knew that this time he had kicked the iron plate!

In this situation, the more Mu Chuihan denied it, the less he dared to act rashly.

Zhao Jia is not well-informed, so he insisted: "Who knows if you really know Tingyun-jun, can you fool everyone by just using the elder as a guise?"

Mu Chuihan whispered: "Brother Zhao is right, I really don't know Tingyun-Jun, and I didn't use him as a cover."

When the cultivator heard it, he was even more tired of Zhao Jia's lack of wink. How could someone from the world have such a red dress?

Mo Jiao is finally much more clever than Zhao Jia. The damage to the sword sui was originally due to his own sword practice. Today, he just wanted to vent his anger and asked Lin Xu to trouble him. But he also knew when to be soft, and immediately said: "I think that Junior Brother Lin did not deliberately destroy the sword spikes. I also made mistakes when I practiced swordsmanship. "

As he spoke, he shoved the red shirt into Mu Chuihan's hand, wishing he could quickly throw the hot potato back.

However, Mu Chuihan pulled Lin Xu back a step, and continued to pursed his lips: "Mr. Mo, the sword spike was indeed thrown by Lin Xu, and I am willing to compensate."

Although Lin Xu didn't know why Mu Chuihan didn't take back his clothes, at present, it seemed that as long as he talked to his roommate, there would be nothing wrong. So he echoed: "I didn't know that Young Master Mo was rare even with tattered sword spikes, so I threw it away. It was indeed my lack of thought."

The two sides were still at a stalemate, but because there was too much movement in the Sword Academy, the elders in charge of the outer sect were directly attracted.

The cultivator who taught the lesson knew that this matter had become a big deal, and he didn't ask others but wanted to get away, and reported the situation to the elders in a low voice.

Who knew that the steward elder glanced at Hongyi and said, "Isn't this the clothes Fuyan wore yesterday when Tingyun-jun brought Fuyan over?"

Lin Xu clenched Mu Chuihan's hand tightly.

Mo Jiao wanted to cry but had no tears, and caught a glimpse of Zhao Jia beside him, and he did not hesitate to lead the way: "Junior Brother Zhao, I said early this morning not to care about Junior Brother Lin. A junior brother."

Zhao Jia wanted to say something, but after looking at Mo Jiao, he endured it, and lowered his head reluctantly: "It's me being reckless, the two junior brothers don't blame me."

The elder in charge calmly said: "Okay, Mo Jiao returns the clothes to Fuyan. Our Linxian sect pays attention to the single-mindedness of the disciples. You should not have any quarrels."

Mo Jiao nodded and tried to return the sinful red clothes again.

But Mu Chuihan was determined to let him accept it and never returned, and said weakly, "It's not something precious, I also want to get along well with Young Master Mo."

In the end, the steward elder obeyed his wishes and let Mo Jiao take the clothes, and the farce finally ended.

Lin Xu took Mu Chuihan to the dormitory, walking faster and faster all the way, and finally reached a place where no one was there, he couldn't help but ask: "Fuyan, obviously don't arrogantly frame me, why do you have to pay for your clothes? give him?"

The timid expression on Mu Chuihan's face had long since disappeared, and when he looked up, he was greeted with a brilliant smile that had succeeded in mischief, which made Lin Xu a little stunned.

"Don't you think the expression on Mo Jiao's clothes at the end is very good-looking?" Mu Chui said coldly, "I've been worried for several months to exchange clothes for him, don't you think it's worth it?"

It's fun to think about!

Lin Xu didn't expect to get this answer, so she froze and smiled: "Relieve your anger. You don't think it is the same as I imagined, but that clothes are worth a lot of spiritual stones, right?"

Mu Chuihan casually picked a leaf and waved it: "I don't know either, it's the price I paid for my body anyway."

600,000 Lingyu, and in the end, he only got this piece of clothing. However, although Mu Chuihan was obsessed with wealth, the ultimate purpose of accumulating wealth was to be happy. He felt that the clothes were worth the money today.

"Selling, body?" As a good young man, Lin Xu said in a panic when he heard such a word at first: "I'm sorry, did I mention something I shouldn't have mentioned...you before?"

I don't know how to continue.

Mu Chuihan seemed to have regained the joy of teasing his own little sword spirit before, and now he said with a smile, "No, I'm teasing you, do you really believe it?"

Lin Xu let out a "hu" and relieved: "Don't be joking." He paused, and finally asked what he wanted to know most: "Fuyan, tell me the truth, are you and Jun Tingyun true? acquaintance?"

"One-sided relationship." Mu Chuihan said honestly, "I just saw it yesterday."

Lin Xu was surprised: "Then how dare you..."

Mu Chuihan walked forward with a smile: "Before today, it was a one-sided relationship. But after today, it won't be so."

Lin Xu hurriedly chased after a few steps: "What do you mean?"

"After today, all of the Immortal Sect should know that I have so much secret with Lord Tingyun." Mu Chuihan blinked and said with satisfaction: "If you say too much falsehood, won't it come true? "