"Jun Lingyu, the young master has something to discuss with you, regarding the prince's ascension." Qingyao's personal maid led hundreds of disciples in a hurry, and finally arrived at midnight.
Lord Lingyu came here to see the fairy traces left behind by the prince's ascension.
Different from the ordinary ascension, it is said that when the prince ascended at night, Ling Yujun and his maid came to Weeping Begonia and saw a man of similar stature to himself doing casual things under the flower tree.
In an instant, Ling Yujun's face turned extremely ugly.
"Hiss—who dares to do such obscene things at Tongshan Gate! The world is getting worse, the world is getting worse!"
"From a distance, that person looks a lot like Mr. Ling Yu. He is shameless and wanton!"
"Look at the stature of the woman and the Seventh Elder." The maid saw the man and woman entangled inseparably under the weeping begonia, and a mocking smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, "Could it be that the Seventh Elder wants to eat swan meat and can't get it?"
Immortal Lord, he found a substitute to have an affair without a matchmaker, and the Seventh Elder is a promiscuous person, so it is not impossible for him to do such a thing."
"Seventh Elder? It's actually the Seventh Elder?" The disciples were shocked. They all looked at Ling Yujun, whose face was as cold as ice. They suddenly realized that only the Seventh Elder could do this kind of thing.
Young Master, I have already done what you asked me to do. The maid is already thinking about what kind of reward she can get, whether it is a spiritual stone or a magic weapon.
Ling Yujun knew that Wen Yi was a slut, but when he saw her cuckolding him with his own eyes, his face felt as if someone had stepped on the ground, and it suddenly turned blue and white, making it extremely ugly.
Seeing this, the maid continued to fan the flames, "Ling Yujun, the Seventh Elder misses you so much. She has an affair with this male cultivator again. Feng Ming must have thought of him as you. It's really hateful..."
The words were not spoken yet.
Lord Lingyu suddenly hit the maid on the chest with his palm. How could he allow a maid below to make irresponsible remarks about his affairs?
The maid spat out a mouthful of blood, hit her head heavily on the vermilion pillar, and rolled on the ground in pain.
"Hey, I, a Qi practitioner, can't see who that person is from three feet away. You, a person who has just gained Qi sense, can see it clearly. It seems like there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers at Tongshan Gate. Ah, what else is going on?
Is this something I don’t know about?" Wen Yi lowered his eyes and looked at the maid, "You are quite capable."
For a moment, the maid felt like she was falling into ice, her eyes widened with disbelief on her face.
The Seventh Elder is here. Who is under the weeping crabapple?
Could it be...
The maid's face turned pale, her delicate body was trembling, and she was almost going crazy with fear.
Everyone stared blankly at Wen Yi who appeared in a grand manner, with shocked expressions on their faces.
"Why are you here?" Ling Yujun blurted out while hiding his anger, looking at Wen Yi in shock.
"Why can't I appear here?" Wen Yi threw Qingyao's forged invitation to the ground and cleverly revealed the handwriting, "Didn't you meet here when you asked my son?"
Lord Lingyu saw the writing on the ground out of the corner of his eye, and his sharp eyes fell on the maid. The maid was so frightened that she did not dare to look directly into his eyes.
"It's not you?" Wen Yi pretended not to know, "That would be strange."
She looked at Qingyao who was swaying under the weeping begonias, and suddenly realized, "That is your favorite little junior sister, where is she? Looking from a distance, the person under the flower tree is somewhat similar to her."
"No! That's not the young master!" The maid has already guessed who that person is. The young master admires Lord Lingyu. If Lord Lingyu sees this, there will be no chance for them, "It must be that bitch! Not yet.
Use the quilt to cover those two shameless people so as not to dirty the eyes of the Immortal Lord."
It was the first time that the disciples saw this kind of thing, and everyone wanted to be the first to know who the bad guy and the girl were, and they eagerly rushed to be the first.
Wen Yi was faster than them. In a blink of an eye, he came under the tree and looked at Qingyao who had been stripped down to only her bellyband. She crushed the puppet charm and said with a smile: "Is fishing fun?"
Qingyao saw her cold-faced senior brother through the gaps in the flowers and leaves, and tears flowed down her face. She summoned the fairy sword and was about to kill the male cultivator who bullied her with one strike, but Wen Yi grabbed her hand and took the medicine from Xiaoyao.
The effects hadn't worn off yet, and she was all limp and unable to keep up any energy.
"It's you who plotted against me, it's you!" Qingyao burst into tears, her red eyes filled with hatred, she wanted to cut Wen Yi into pieces, "I'm going to kill you!"
"You actually have the nerve to say that I'm plotting against you." Wen Yi pinched her chin, "You can be forgiven for doing evil by God, but you can't live for doing it yourself. You have repeatedly plotted to provoke me because you think that I have a good temper and low cultivation level, so you can do whatever you want.
Shall I be flattened and rounded by you? With Qingyun Sword Sect as my backer, I will flatter you and suppress others? I’m warning you for the last time, don’t mess with me, otherwise, I will make your life worse than death.”
Since she failed to overcome the calamity, Wen Yi felt sulky and depressed.
Qingyao's repeated schemes have pushed her patience to the limit.
Wen Yi grabbed Qing Yao's hand and tried to drag her out.
"No! No!!!" Qingyao panicked, her beautiful little face was pale, and she shook her head with tears in her eyes. She cried so hard that she knelt on the ground and said pitifully: "Seventh Elder, I know my mistake, please, please,
No, don’t pull me out, wuwuwu, don’t.”
Senior brother hates people who are carefree. If he goes out, there will be no chance for him and senior brother.
"I originally thought that Tongshan Gate was an elegant place to relax. I didn't expect that the dignified young master hides dirt, is so young that he is not picky about food, and hangs out under the tree with such an ugly disciple. He doesn't know what the world is." Wen Yi
He brought up Qingyao and said, "Elder of the body master sect, I am despised by the sloppy things you have done."
She paused and said, "Ling Yujun, it's me who failed to take care of my disciples and made you laugh."
"Let me go, let me go!" Qingyao yelled like crazy, "Frame up, it's all frame up!"
Ling Yujun's cold eyes fell on the disheveled Qingyao, and he felt a sense of nausea. He was really an idiot, stealing chicken but losing rice, and he was the one to suffer.
From the nervous expression of the maid, he could tell that this good show was done by Qing Yao, but Wen Yi saw through it and went with the flow, only to be slapped in the face.
"dirty."
Ling Yujun only said one word and turned to leave.
The fluttering words turned into a heavy stone and hit Qingyao's chest hard. Just one word made her defeated. Her legs became weak and she collapsed on the ground.
It's over, it's all over.
"Why is it the young master? Could it be that the young master fell ill like the seventh elder and found a substitute?"
"Ugh - too ugly, too ugly, how could the young master find such an ugly person."
"Pinch me, am I dazzled?"
"Shut up! How could the young master and Ling Yujun's childhood sweethearts fall in love with such an ugly person? It must be a frame-up, yes, it is a frame-up!"
Everyone in Tongshan Gate defended Qingyao and spoke unanimously to the outside world.
Wen Yi didn't give them a chance to throw dirt on them. The fairy sword was placed across the neck of the male cultivator who had a deformed face and was disgustingly ugly. "You know Qingyao's temper. She will definitely not let you go. It's better to tell the truth about the matter."
Come out, Piao Miao Huan Mansion can save your life."
The male cultivator looked at Wen Yi, and then at Qing Yao, who looked like a Rakshasa, and was frightened to death, so he told everything he knew.