Wen Yi was extremely disappointed with the disciples of Piaomiao Huanfu.
Seeing Wen Yi's rebuke, the leader of the Miao Miao Huan Palace disciples suppressed the displeasure in his heart: "This female fairy, I am doing this for your own good."
"It's good for me. Shouldn't you uphold justice and figure out the ins and outs of this matter before judging what is right and what is wrong?"
Wen Yi crossed her arms and looked at her coldly, "You represent Miao Miao Huan Mansion, not yourself.
Let me ask again, who is your master?"
She wanted to know which senior brother and sister taught such a disciple who was so popular.
"Since you want to ask, I will tell you. I am the seventh elder of Piao Miao Huan Mansion who is sitting down to congratulate me on the New Year." The disciple gave Wen Yi a cold look: "If you feel that I am not doing well, you can go to Piaomiao Peak and my house.
The elder said."
Wen Yi looked at the young man in front of him intently but could not find any information about this young man in his mind.
She guarantees 100% that the disciple named He Nian is definitely not from Piaomiao Peak.
"I know the Seventh Elder very well, but she doesn't have a disciple like you." Wen Yi sneered, "Why are you afraid that saying your master's name will damage her reputation?"
No wonder the original owner has such a bad reputation.
Emotions still have this layer of relationship.
If every bad thing is blamed on the original owner, and every good thing is blamed on the elders of other peaks, can the reputation of the original owner be good?
Wen Yi only felt that the people in Piaomiao Huanfu were too bullying.
Just because I originally majored in Sentient Taoism and had more Taoist friends, so I was more carefree.
She has no cultivation and has never done anything harmful to the world, so to throw dirty water on her like this is simply not a sign of friendship.
"This female fairy, I don't want to get too entangled with you. If you believe it, then I am. If you don't believe it, I am not."
I just want to celebrate the New Year and turn the big things into nothing.
"Yes, it's no, it's just that I don't even have the courage to admit it." Wen Yi looked down at the group of Miao Miao Huan disciples:
"Today is their fault, why should I apologize?
If you don’t obey, I’ll fight you together and I’ll beat you until you obey.”
Her tone was too arrogant, which made He Nian feel a little unreasonable.
The purpose of celebrating the New Year is to resolve this matter, not to intensify the conflict.
"Just fight." He Nian didn't want to come forward, but Gongshu Pan was happy for them to bite each other, "If you don't take action in He Nian, I will look down on you."
He was so angry at He Nian that the veins on his forehead popped out and his temples bulged.
There was a blazing fire in his heart, and the blazing anger almost burst out of his eyes.
"This fairy, I kindly advise you. I hope you won't be stubborn."
He Nian is an outer disciple of Piao Miao Huan Mansion. If he were an inner disciple, it would be impossible for him to come out for inspection.
He is actually a disciple of Fourth Elder Liu Xinyue.
"Are you admonishing or warning?"
Wen Yi drew out his sword and slapped He Nian twice on the face.
She is extremely fast and her attacks are extremely ruthless.
After a few New Year greetings, his face became swollen.
When Gongshu Pan saw this, he held his stomach and laughed:
"Hahahaha, you deserve today too! Well done! Fairy, my hatred has been wiped out."
Public losses and New Year greetings are not dealt with.
He naturally laughed happily when he saw someone he hated being beaten.
He Nian's face turned red, he drew his sword and was about to fight Wen Yi.
Suddenly Wen Yi opened the curtain and revealed his true face.
Under the curtain, Wen Yi, with delicate and picturesque features, slowly raised his head.
Those peach blossom eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling were hazy, and the eyes seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist. Whether they were smiling or not, they took away the tenderness and seemed affectionate to everyone.
Being looked at by such a pair of eyes, no matter how angry a person is, the resentment in his heart will be dispelled by the beauty in front of him.
Gongshu Pan's heart seemed to be going crazy, beating violently.
He opened his mouth exaggeratedly and stared straight at this face that could amaze the entire world of immortality, breathing rapidly.
Too beautiful.
He has never seen a more beautiful fairy than Wen Yi.
Gongshu Pan's heart arose with the thought of taking advantage of others.
On the other side, He Nian's eyes widened when he looked at this face.
The next moment, He Nian suddenly knelt on the ground and fearfully did not dare to raise his head:
"Congratulations to my disciples for the New Year. I have met the Seventh Elder."
He never thought that the Seventh Elder, who had been missing for several months, would actually return to Piaomiao Fantasy Mansion.
She also let Wen Yi see her embarrassing appearance pretending to be her disciple.
He Nian's face was burning and hurting like a fire.
"Disciple pays homage to the Seventh Elder!"
All the disciples of Piaomiao Huanfu knelt down in unison.
"Hello, are you my disciple?" Wen Yi asked coldly.
The whole body was shaking like chaff during the New Year greetings.
It was clear that the seventh elder was in the Qi Refining Realm, but after not seeing him for just a few months, she gave herself a sense of fear and mystery that was as profound as if she were facing an abyss.
"No...it's not."
The voice of New Year greetings was urgent and tight.
"Then do you think I should apologize to you?" Wen Yi asked coldly.
He Nian lowered his head and said, "I made a mistake and I am willing to accept the punishment."
"Then I have one last question for you." Wen Yi's murderous gaze fell on Gongshu Pan, whose eyes were straight:
"You already know the ins and outs of this matter. Is it my fault, or is this dandy who doesn't know the heights of the world wrong?"
During the New Year greetings, I felt as if there were two heavy mountains pressing on my shoulders, and my heart was pounding so nervously that it kept beating.
Layers of cold sweat broke out on his palms, and he said tremblingly: "It's the Jishuyuan's fault."
"The people in the Cardinal Council are wrong, what crime should they be punished for?"
"According to the regulations governing the disciples of Piao Miao Huan Palace, the disciples of Ji Shu Yuan will be whipped for thirty years and made public to the public to serve as a warning to others."
When Gongshu Pan heard this verdict, his expression changed drastically:
"Jishuyuan is a distinguished guest of your Misty Fantasy Mansion.
Your punishments have nothing to do with the people in my Imperial Council. I don’t accept this punishment and I want to report it to my uncle."
"Report to your uncle? How old are you? When you make a mistake, you only go to an adult to complain."
Wen Yi kicked over the arrogant public loser: "I am the seventh elder of Miao Miao Huan Mansion.
You are within the jurisdiction of my Piao Miao Huan Mansion, and if you violate the management regulations of Piao Miao Huan Mansion, you should naturally be punished by our sect."
Wen Yi stretched out her hand to greet the New Year:
"Since the disciples of the Human-Ji Shuyuan do not want to return to Misty Fantasy Mansion to be punished, I will discipline and discipline you on behalf of Gong Shuyuan, so that you will know what it means to be a host, what it means to be a guest, and what it means to be in someone else's place.
It’s convenient to follow other people’s rules.”
She would never wrong herself.
After hesitating for a while, he silently took out a snakeskin whip from his storage bag and handed it to Wen Yi respectfully, "Elder."
"When I return to the sect, I will discuss your matter with Fourth Senior Sister. How does she teach her disciples? Naturally, you will receive the punishment you deserve."
The relationship between the Fourth Elder and Wen Yi is extremely bad.
Even worse than Liu Xinci, most of her disciples were also prejudiced against Wen Yi.
Wen Yi held the whip and walked to the public loser, raising the whip high.