Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty-Three: Senior Sister, is Sword Lady worthless?
But I saw white clouds, dogs floating slowly, and geese coming from the north.
The airship slid rapidly through the air, blowing away the thick clouds and leaving a trace in the sky.
Mo Li stood silently on a fence at the front of the airship. The thick ship pillar did not match her figure. The long sword paired with Xiao Ruoqing was hung on her waist, and she was wearing a
He was wearing a dark cloak and his silver hair was flying back.
His eyes were staring straight at somewhere in the crowd, and his fingers seemed to be tapping the scabbard with a certain rhythm.
"Ka... Ka..."
The wild geese roared and passed by, leaving only a startling look like a swan.
Along the direction of her gaze, a young man with a resolute face was a little embarrassed by her look, and his heart was a little twitching, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.
However, a disciple next to him still looked at him with envy, and then the voices of some fellow disciples came from beside him:
"Look, Senior Sister Mo is looking at Senior Brother Mo Fan again..."
"I remember that from the moment we entered the mountain gate, Mo Fan was noticed by both Senior Sister Xiao and Senior Sister Mo."
"I'm so envious!"
"What is there to envy? Senior Brother Mo Fan's cultivation is probably second only to Senior Sisters Xiao Ruoqing and Mo Li."
"..."
A slightly fat disciple curled his lips, then quietly looked towards a corner and said sourly:
"No matter how strong you are, so what? Isn't it still that you can't become a direct successor?"
"I don't know what kind of luck that sword lady had. She had the worst cultivation and became Elder Su's personal disciple."
"I still occupied a spot in the Duanxian Sect in vain..."
After the fat man finished speaking, all the disciples looked at each other, some shrank their heads, and others had the same expression, with a look of indignation:
"That's right!"
"Why did Elder Su accept Sword Girl as his successor?"
"..."
Sword Girl sat obediently in the corner of the airship and waited, her lips turned white, her body shrank slightly, but her eyes looked straight at the crowd.
Although it was already summer, the weather in the sky was still a bit cold. She was sitting motionless in the corner, so she naturally felt cold.
——I don’t know if it’s because of the gossip or just the coldness.
She opened her lips slightly, and she had all kinds of words in her heart, but she couldn't say them out.
"Humph, you don't know something."
The fat man snorted coldly, crossed his arms and said calmly:
"She is just a handyman disciple who smokes from the ancestral grave."
"That was what Elder Su had to do. At that time, on the Immortal Platform, Elder Su accepted the sword girl as his disciple in front of everyone in the world. This was a great opportunity. If I could be accepted by Elder Su as his disciple,
Personal disciple."
"I, Fatty Zhang, will definitely practice hard without eating or drinking, unlike some people who waste such a good opportunity."
"I still practice qi to this day..."
The disciple's unconcealed words made Sword Lady feel grievances in her heart. She lowered her head and bit her lips, tears gradually welling up in her eyes.
What the disciple said was true. She also felt that she had failed the Master's expectations in vain and was not worthy to be called the Master's direct disciple...
"Even I, a half-way monk, have already reached the advanced stage of foundation building. Human beings just depend on their fate..."
Sword Girl buried her head very low, her face became increasingly pale, and she stayed in the corner anxiously. Tears were already hanging on her cheeks, and they fell along the snowy neck and onto her bent knees.
Suddenly she felt her little hand being gently held, a warm spiritual energy entered her body, and her face gradually turned rosy.
She quickly raised her head and saw Xiao Ruoqing looking at her with concern:
"It's so cold outside the airship. Senior sister asked you to come out for a walk, but you're not letting people freeze outside."
Her reproachful words made Sword Lady feel more and more uneasy, and she gestured tremblingly:
"I know...I know..."
"I won't do this next time..."
Xiao Ruoqing was slightly startled by her pitiful look, as if she had done something sorry for her.
She had just come back from the other side, so naturally she didn't hear the gossip of the disciples here, so she stretched out her little hand and touched her little head comfortingly.
Sword Girl lowered her head obediently, as if her heart gradually warmed under her touch.
Xiao Ruoqing smiled, clapped her hands, and blinked:
"If Master were here, he would definitely touch Sword Girl's head like this."
"Master is so gentle."
"..."
As if she heard the word "master", Sword Lady was completely stunned, then her face immediately turned pale, and a stab of pain rose in her heart.
The person I feel most sorry for is probably my Master.
Master's tenderness was given to such a worthless self.
The sword girl lowered her head and could not clearly see the expression on her face.
Although Xiao Ruoqing has a high emotional intelligence, it is difficult for her to understand a person's entire heart. Just when she was about to turn around and leave, she heard a burst of extremely suppressed sobs coming from behind her. It seemed that she was deliberately trying to make the sound as loud as possible.
Very small.
Turning around suddenly, he saw Sword Girl covering her mouth tightly, tears constantly pouring out of her eyes, and her thin shoulders constantly shaking.
"Sword Girl, what's wrong with you?"
Facing Xiao Ruoqing's concerned greetings, Sword Lady choked with sobs and gestured:
"No...it's okay, Sword Girl is fine..."
As if to prove it, he tried hard to wipe the tears from his face, but there were more and more tears.
Xiao Ruoqing was a little at a loss. She kept thinking about what the master would do if she were here at this moment. She touched her head as gently as possible:
"Is there anything you're unhappy about?"
Sword Lady's weak patience suddenly collapsed, and she started to cry while gently holding Xiao Ruoqing's red cloak with her little hands.
Xiao Ruoqing slowly squatted down, took her in his arms, and patted her back to gradually calm down her mood.
"Senior sister, is Sword Girl good for nothing?"
"Isn't it annoying?"
Sword Lady's mood gradually recovered and she looked at Xiao Ruoqing with dull eyes.
Xiao Ruoqing was a little surprised and didn't know why she suddenly asked this question:
"Why would Sword Girl hate it?"
Sword Lady raised her head and looked at Xiao Ruoqing, her face full of guilt:
"Sword Girl's cultivation level is very low. She was accepted as a disciple by Master, but she can't even compare with ordinary disciples. She also took up one of everyone's places in vain..."
"And everyone says that Sword Lady only cries to gain sympathy and pretends to be pitiful."
"But the sword lady has worked really hard to practice her sword, but her cultivation has not improved..."
The eye sockets were slightly red and swollen, and her beautiful little face was covered with tears, which was particularly pitiful.
Xiao Ruoqing's eyes narrowed slightly and she said softly:
"Everyone?"
Before he could finish his words, he heard a crisp sword cry not far away.
Sonorous——
Xiao Ruoqing and Sword Lady subconsciously looked in that direction.
...
The fat man was talking, and for some reason, the noisy surroundings gradually became quieter and quieter.
For a moment, only the whistling wind could be heard. Fatty Zhang blinked his eyes, as if he had realized something, and subconsciously looked behind him.
Her silver hair was blowing in the air, and there was no expression of joy or anger on her beautiful face. Her black cloak was blowing in the wind, and she held the long sword on her waist with one hand, pointing straight in her direction.
come over.
Fatty Zhang swallowed hard, subconsciously took a step back, and looked around. Everyone lowered their heads and said nothing.
"Why don't you continue talking?"
Mo Li stepped forward, the long sword in his hand had been unsheathed, and his eyes were looking at him condescendingly.
Fatty Zhang took a deep breath and looked at that dreamy face. Although he was a little scared instinctively, when he thought about whether what he said was false, he bravely stepped forward and said:
"I speak from my heart!"
"Everyone has complaints in their hearts, but it's just me, Fatty Zhang, who said it. So what if I say it again?"
"That Sword Girl is not worthy to be Elder Su's personal disciple!!"
He seemed to be emboldened and puffed out his chest.
Mo Li lowered his eyes, with a hint of amusement at the corner of his mouth:
"Not worthy? What? Are you worthy?"
These words instantly choked the fat man and made him speechless, and his face turned red.
"Senior Sister Mo Li, don't think that just because of your high level of cultivation and background, you can be so presumptuous."
"Elder Su once said that you should never use the sword against your fellow disciples."
"And...I, Fatty Zhang, am fighting for the injustice of Senior Brother Mo Fan today!"
"..."
After the words fell, Mo Fan, who was hiding in the crowd, looked confused and looked at the fat man with disbelief.
Are you lying on your back for no apparent reason?
Mo Li glanced at Mo Fan with a half-smile, then turned to look at the disciples of the Sword Sect, and thrust the long sword in his hand onto the ship's plank.
The smile suddenly disappeared and he said coldly:
"You are not allowed to use the sword against your fellow disciples?"
"You remember this sentence clearly, so let me ask you and everyone else, one by one, what was the sentence before Elder Su's sentence?"
"What is the purpose of my Sword Sect?!"
A disciple bit his lip and then whispered:
"Everyone who enters our Sword Sect's sect, regardless of their origin, will be treated equally by the Sword Sect..."
Mo Li's silver pupils flashed with inexplicable meaning, and he reprimanded loudly:
"Where are the others? Don't you remember?"
Everyone shuddered, then looked at each other, and repeated in unison:
"Everyone who enters our Sword Sect's sect will be treated equally by the Sword Sect regardless of their origin!!"
The sound echoed on the airship, and there was silence.
Mo Li turned his head and looked at the fat man, his eyes narrowed and he said:
"Go and apologize to Sword Girl."
Fatty Zhang clenched his big hands tightly, his eyes full of unwillingness. At this moment, Mo Fan, who had been hiding behind him, walked out with a peacemaker's smile on his face:
"Senior Sister Mo Li, let's forget about this and give our junior brother a piece of noodles..."
Since Fatty Zhang mentioned in his words that he was standing up for himself, he naturally couldn't stand back and ignore it.
You should stand up regardless of circumstances or reasons.
Moreover, Senior Sister Zhu Moli often looks in her direction. Although her eyes are a bit scary, maybe this is just her regular behavior?
Deep down, I still admire myself.
Mo Li's silver hair was blown by the wind, and his eyes were looking down at Mo Fan. The shadow under the silver hair covered his eyes, and he could only vaguely see two silver lights:
"Give you a thin noodle?"
"Are you worthy?"
As soon as Mo Li finished speaking, all the disciples lost their composure and looked at Mo Fan with doubtful eyes.
what happened?
Doesn’t Senior Sister Mo Li admire Senior Brother Mo Fan? How could she say such a thing?
Could it be that everyone guessed wrong?
Mo Fan's smile froze on his face, a hint of darkness flashed in his eyes, and then he gradually stopped smiling and said lightly:
"Whether you are worthy or not is not up to Senior Sister Mo Li."
"In Mo Fan's opinion, Senior Sister Mo Li is a bit aggressive."
"I would like to advise senior sister, don't be too arrogant, don't bully..."
"..."
Before the words could be finished, another voice came from not far away:
"Don't bully young people into poverty?"
Xiao Ruoqing helped wipe the tears from the corners of Sword Niang's eyes and said:
"Master has said this..."
Then he stood up, holding Sword Girl with one hand, and walked towards the crowd. Without looking at Mo Li, he looked at Mo Fan calmly and said:
"It seems that this junior brother has great ambitions."
Although the two had many disagreements, Xiao Ruoqing's relationship had completely collapsed not long ago because of Mo Li's words, "I did it with him."
But this did not prevent the two from hesitating about the sword girl.
One code leads to the other, maybe in the hearts of the two of them, this weak and mute girl is the bridge that eases the relationship between them?
Everyone's eyes were instantly focused on the two of them. In the eyes of everyone, Sword Girl panicked like a frightened bird and hid behind Xiao Ruoqing.
Mo Fan's eyes changed. He didn't want to be at odds with these two people. After all, Elder Su was a transcendent being in the Sword Sect. As his disciple, his power was naturally terrifying. Even an ordinary deacon could see it.
Be polite to them.
But the disciples of the Sword Sect are all here, and now they have a vague intention of putting themselves first. If I surrender at this time, I am afraid that I will not leave a good image in their hearts.
Although this matter has nothing to do with him, he is lying on the gun, but he really can't retreat like this.
"Mo Fan doesn't dare. It seems that Elder Su's disciples are really united..."
"I have a doubt, what? In the Sword Sect, you are weak in cultivation and poor in talent, but you have occupied everyone's quota. Can't you say?"
"All the brothers and sisters are here. Today, I, Mo Fan, really want to ask for clarification."
"Why, in the Sword Sect, Elder Su can cover the sky with one hand? Even his disciples have such privileges?"
"..."
Mo Li looked at him indifferently. Sure enough, this man named Mo Fan was the same as in his previous life.
By cleverly inciting him, he tied himself to the right side, and his words unknowingly attracted a group of enemies of the Sword Sect disciples at the same time.
Behind Xiao Ruoqing, Sword Lady's small hands pulled her clothes hard. Seeing that this farce was about to escalate, and the cause was herself, she became more and more panicked and frightened.
As Mo Fan finished speaking, all the Sword Sect disciples looked at each other as if they had been beaten to death. Finally, one disciple stood up, took a step forward, and followed Mo Fan.
"I, Yang Deyu, am not convinced! I also want to ask for clarification today!"