Chu Yiliu frowned, looked at Zhao Jun coldly, and said in a deep voice: "This is my thing, why should I give it to you?"
"Your things?" Zhao Jun said with a sarcastic look on his face, "From next month, all your things will belong to me, and by then you will be a homeless dog!"
, you are not even qualified to talk to me!"
Mo Ji's expression changed.
A look of shock appeared on his face, and he shouted softly: "Zhao Jun, what do you two, father and son, want to do? Canghai Academy will not let you mess around. The first-class brother is the Queen of Honor Disciples!"
There are rules in Canghai Academy. Anyone who obtains the title of Glory Disciple will be able to exempt one of the descendants of the clan from taking the exam and enter the academy to practice.
Canghai City has a population of hundreds of thousands, but only a few hundred people can enter Canghai Academy to practice. This is a great honor.
Only by entering the academy to practice will you be able to become a master in the future, which is the only way for many commoners to get promoted.
"Disciple of Glory?" Zhao Jun sneered and said coldly: "In the final analysis, it is just a dead person. Now that the Chu family has declined, what qualifications does this loser have left to show off in front of this young master?"
His aura was so heavy that Mo Ji turned pale.
Chu Yiyi's expression changed subtly. The Chu family was once a famous family in Canghai City. However, it has been passed down from generation to generation since the generation of his ancestor, so the incense is getting weaker and weaker.
When it came to Chu Yiliu's generation, his father died fighting for the sect before he was thirty and became a glorious disciple. At that time, he was the only child left in the Chu family who was only two years old.
Before his father died, he dismissed his servants, leaving only an old servant to look after Chu Yiyi. However, who would have thought that this old man, who had been a slave in the Chu family for generations, would bully his young master and force him to take away all the elixirs allocated monthly by Canghai Academy.
Gave it to his son.
That is Zhao Jun. No, it should have been called Chu Jun. After the Chu family became weak, the old servant resolutely abandoned the Chu surname and restored his original surname.
Zhao Jun and his son bullied Chu Yiyi at every turn. If he hadn't been alive and still had some value, the father and son would have done something evil to Chu Yiyi long ago.
"Zhao Jun, you two, father and son, don't bully others too much. If I die, you will not get any benefit from Canghai Academy!" Chu Yiliu said sternly.
If he dies, the Chu family will be removed from the glorious family of Canghai Academy. At that time, Canghai Academy will not give them any subsidies, including the rare exemption from the exam.
"Do you want to die?" Zhao Jun had a sneer on his face, staring at Chu Yiliu with a stern look, and suddenly smiled: "Don't worry, I won't kill you so early, but your good days will come soon."
It's over."
There was a sneer on his face. Their ancestors had been slaves of the Chu family for generations. The Chu family had been very kind to them, but servants were servants after all. When they finally got the chance, they would naturally trample Chu Yiyili under their feet.
The main reason is that the Chu family is weak, and Chu Yiliu is still young, so even if they bully Chu Yiliu, he has no way to complain.
Although Canghai Academy has the responsibility to protect the disciples of Glory, Zhao Jun's father is after all the person whom Chu's father took care of when he was dying. It is not easy for outsiders to interfere. More importantly, there is no benefit to be gained from intervening.
Zhao Jun sneered. Next month will be the day for Canghai Academy to accept disciples. If Chu Yiliu has another accident and is unable to participate in the apprenticeship, then the honorary place of the Chu family will naturally fall to him.
After all, they have been slaves of the Chu family for generations, so they can be considered a part of the Chu family. More importantly, his father has prepared a generous gift. When the time comes, he will pay homage to the elder in charge of the trial, and nothing will go wrong.
They have been preparing for this plan for ten years.
Chu Yiliu's heart suddenly became cold. No wonder his body's strength was so poor. It turned out that all the treasures of the academy were taken away by these evil servants and his son. He secretly hated it in his heart.
If this were not the case, the previous owner of the body would not have taken such a big risk to go into the mountains to collect herbs and almost never come back.
"Huh, don't think so well, there are still many things that may not be that simple." Chu Yiliu said coldly.
He turned around to avoid Zhao Jun and walked towards the side bed. At this time, the main room of the Chu family had been occupied by the evil servant father and son, leaving him with a side bed the size of a doghouse.
"Stop!" Zhao Jun still refused to give up and sneered: "What are you doing in such a hurry to leave? Didn't you hear what I said? Leave your things behind!"
As a servant, this guy dared to call himself a prince, and his attitude was extremely arrogant.
Mo Ji's face darkened and he shouted sternly: "Be brave, Zhao Jun, don't go too far. Otherwise, I don't mind letting you taste the power of my fist."
He stood up and glared at Zhao Jun.
Moji was also an orphan and was adopted and raised since he was a child. However, Moji's adoptive father valued Chu Yiliu very much, so he let him play with Chu Yiliu since he was a child.
Although Chu Yiliu suffered many setbacks when he was young, he had Mo Ji by his side and regarded him as a brother. Mo Ji naturally stood up for him.
Zhao Jun sneered. Growing up, their father and son had bullied Chu Yiliu, and Mo Ji had always protected Chu Yiliu. In the past, Mo Ji had some brute strength, and he was still a little afraid.
However, today, he, Zhao Jun, is already a monk at the fourth level of Qi Condensation. How can these two guys escape his grasp?
"Hmph, that's such a loud tone, I want to see how hard your fist is." Zhao Jun snorted coldly, and four rays of spiritual power flowed through his body.
In the Qi Condensation Realm, open up the Dantian and refine spiritual energy into the body. Every time a piece of spiritual power is condensed in the Dantian, it is a level of heaven.
A burst of spiritual power can reach a hundred kilograms.
The fourth level of Qi Condensation has a strength of up to 400 kilograms. Even three or five adults can easily defeat them all in front of Zhao Jun.
Mo Ji looked ferocious, his muscles all over his body were trembling, and he shot out with a punch and punched Zhao Jun. Although he had not refined his Qi, he had great brute strength and was not weak as an adult, so Chu Yiyi took him with him.
Find the magic grass.
There was a sneer on Zhao Jun's face, four rays of spiritual power flowed on his arm, and he punched out, and there was a faint sound of thundering in the air.
boom...
With one punch, there was a cracking sound on Mo Ji's arm. Cold sweat fell down his face, and he sat down in the mud puddle.
Chu Yiliu's face darkened, and he hurriedly stepped forward to help Mo Ji up.
"Haha." Zhao Jun looked up to the sky and laughed, with a sneer on his face, and said in a cold voice: "You two are useless, and you are destined to be like ants in the future. I am not something you can compare to!"
"Okay." A stern laugh sounded.
A thin old man walked out of the master bedroom tremblingly. It was Father Zhao. In fact, he had been watching from the side.
He was highly respected by his old master and was left alone on his deathbed, but who would have expected that he turned out to be a ruthless man. Even when he saw an evil servant bullying his master, he not only did not punish him, but praised him greatly.
"First class, don't resist. In the future, when Jun'er becomes famous, maybe I will give you a hand for the sake of our past friendship. If you persist in your stubbornness and listen to the slanders of outsiders, you will be responsible for the consequences!" Zhao's father snorted coldly.
The implication is that I am doing this for your own good. If I bully you, don't resist, but be grateful.
"Fart!" Mo Ji shouted angrily, even if he was hurt, he had no scruples.
Snapped!
Zhao Jun turned his hand and slapped him in the face, and said sternly: "You little beast, don't think that you have some brute strength to dare to shout in front of me. This will make me unhappy, and I will tear all the muscles and bones in your body!"
"
Father Zhao chuckled, as if he was extremely satisfied with his son's expression, and his years of painstaking cultivation were not in vain.
Chu Yiyi looked at the father and son. One was a white-faced person, and the other was a red-faced person, bullying him at a young age. The one who was a white-faced person had vicious thoughts, and the one who was a red-faced person was cruel in his methods.
"Okay, okay." He said "ok" three times in a row, broke off the spiritual grass, and threw it on the ground.
"Take what you want."
After that, he supported Mo Ji, and the two of them left tremblingly.
"Spirit-tempering grass?" Zhao Jun's face immediately lit up and he quickly picked up the spirit grass, excited. It was like an evil dog seeing a bone.
Chu Yiliu sneered secretly in his heart, these two evil servants will definitely avenge themselves for deceiving their master in the future!
"Okay." Father Zhao came over and looked at his son who was picking up spiritual grass from the ground. He looked like a complete slave and felt a little dissatisfied. Is it possible that this servility can be passed down from generation to generation?
He looked at Chu Yiyi's back with a stern look, and couldn't help but feel a little moved in his heart: This little beast actually behaved so calmly today, and was able to obtain a third-grade Spirit Tempering Grass. It seemed that he had changed a lot.
"However, your good days are coming to an end soon. Next month's academy trial will be your death anniversary!" He looked cold and took out a bag of things and handed it to his son.
"Remember to put this in the little beast's meal to make him feel more stable this month!" Father Zhao's eyes showed a cold light.