Chapter 281: [Sisheng Peak] I Would Like to Be More Than Good

"Ah …"

Many older people couldn't stand this kind of ambiguous relationship between master and disciple. They immediately covered their mouths with their sleeves and furrowed their brows.

"What kind of scandal is this!"

The female cultivator held the teacup in her hand and lowered her head. "At that time, I thought it was strange and was stunned for a moment. However, the two of them are both famous Great Grandmasters. No matter what, I didn't dare to think of something that went against human ethics. However, looking back now, the two of them really don't seem to be right. "

She paused for a moment and continued, "There's also the words that all of you just mentioned. Before Shi Mingjing was taken away, he said those words. At that time, his words were vague. I only felt that it was awkward and didn't think about it carefully. Now that I think about it, he probably meant that Mo Ran was once fond of him, but later changed his mind and fell in love with Chu Wanning. "

Everyone just kept quiet.

Many details that were once insignificant have become clear at this time.

Suddenly someone whispered, "You were all there at the Tianyin Pavilion robbery, weren't you? I think I saw Chu Wanning kiss his forehead when he was comforting him."

"Ah," the details were more distasteful, but more intriguing, "who kissed who."

The man scratched his head and explained, " Chu Wanning kissed Mo Ran."

""

"Can't you all see?"

The crowd said they didn't see it clearly, so the man stretched his hands and said, "Well, I'll take that as a no. Maybe I was mistaken."

But very often, the phrase "just pretend I didn't say it" is actually a nonsense phrase, which is similar to "I don't know if I should say something".

The disgust is becoming more and more pronounced. If the master and the pupil are together, it is better if the pupil takes the initiative, but if the master takes the initiative, the taboo is tainted with a layer of foul smell, which makes it seem extraordinarily malicious and disrespectful to the master.

This private talk and speculation was certainly not confined to the temple. As the prime suspects, Mo Ran and Chu Wanning became the talk of the town.

As the saying goes, good deeds do not go unnoticed, but evil deeds do. A topic like "teacher and disciple" can make people drowsy, while "teacher and disciple cheating" can make the eyes of the whole dinner table focus on one gushing mouth. Even if there are doubts and discontent, it doesn't stop the rumours from spreading.

So there was speculation about Mo Ran climbing into bed, about Xue Meng having an affair with Chu Wanning, and about Shi Mei and Chu Wanning not being clean either. In this way, the originally clean Beidou became a perverted old man who liked to molest handsome boys.

It is never an empty phrase to say that "a multitude of mouths will destroy the bones".

"Look at his three pupils, all of them are good looking, can you believe that he doesn't have this in mind?"

"When Mo Ran first joined the school, Chu Wanning wouldn't take him in, but a friend of mine at the Top of the Dead told me that Mo Ran went to the red lotus for a night and then Chu Wanning took him in. "

These details tickle people's fancy and they talk about them with increasing gusto.

"Mo Ran was just a young adult at the time, and Chu Wanning was really up to it."

"Suddenly I understand why that female cultivator who went to peep at his bath back then was beaten half to death, I'm afraid she saw something she shouldn't have seen, yo."

A few moments of ambiguous silence, then a landlubber smiled wistfully and said, "Hey, I'm actually kind of curious, you guys, who's on top and who's on the bottom when they're both sleeping"

"It must be Mo Ran down there. You know how Chu Wanning is. He's so arrogant, he wouldn't find a pupil to sleep with him."

"When you think about it, it must be pretty disgusting for Mo Ran to be forced to sleep with an older man who is so many years older, has a strong and difficult temperament, and isn't the best looking."

"Ugh."

And these gossips were not the most violent of all; as the days passed, several Zhenlong pieces were identified, all disciples of the Top of the Dead.

If one or two are coincidences, then every time a clue is caught, it is inevitable that the most innocent sect will become a target and cause great panic.

In the past few days, people have been coming to the top of death and life to argue their case, but they have all been shut out.

"Master Xue is not here, let's talk about it in a few days."

" Where has Xue Zhengyong gone?"

Seeing the other party call the venerable master by his name, the young disciple guarding the door came to temper: "Since the mutation, my master has been running around day and night, busy setting up the chess pieces, doing everything himself, where there is suffering he is, you find it yourself"

Those who were looking for trouble then sneered, "Busy setting up the pawns I think they are busy manipulating them and colluding with the criminal Mo Ran Chu Wanning."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking nonsense," he said, "Mo Ran practicing forbidden arts, Chu Wanning escaping from a prisoner, Xue Zhengyong pleading for Mo Ran's life, and the fact that these days there are disciples at the top of death and life who have been made into Zhenlong pawns. Who would believe that there is nothing fishy going on behind the scenes in your sect?"

When Xue Zhengyong was confronted with these scattered troublemakers, he always sighed tiredly and said, "The clearer the clearer, in this day and age, if you can do your job, thank God.

On this day, another person came to the mountain gate, and brought several corpses, saying that they wanted the top of death and life to pay for their lives.

It was late at night when Xue Zhengyong returned, covered in blood and wounded in several places. As he listened to Madame Wang tell him these things, he washed the sludge from his face and took a breath, not saying anything immediately.

Mrs. Wang said, "We can't go on like this. You should go and ask Tianyin Pavilion for help."

"Ask for help with Tianyin Pavilion" Xue Zhengyong squinted, a scratch on his cheek from a zombie, "I don't think Tianyin Pavilion is the right place. That Mu Yanli is like a clay bodhisattva, all muddled up and just plain fucked up."

Mrs. Wang was busy covering his mouth, "Don't you talk nonsense."

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"I know you are uncomfortable in your heart." Lady Wang sighed and touched his face, "But what can be done. That is the descendants of the gods, a thousand-year-old great sect established by the heavenly gods, and they are known for their prestige. So even three hundred years ago, the time of the Ping King's plague, no one dared to question them, so what strength do you have to shake it"

Xue Zhengyong's eyes were indignant, as if he wanted to say something, but did not know how. Finally he threw away the towel he had been using to scrub his wounds and went to the window alone, where he stood with his hands folded, looking out at the curved moon.

"What did you say about Mo Ran at the moment." After a long moment, his voice was hoarse as he asked.

Lady Wang trailed her long, winding dress as she approached him, "Husband"

The moonlight spilled on the man's face, the usual cheerful face now averted from smiling, it looked so tired, even a little old.

"Granted he was not my brother's own and even had his hand in the murder of my own nephew. But for so many years do you understand that for so many years I have taken him I"

"I understand. You don't have to say any more, I know it all." Mrs. Wang's eyes also reddened a little, "So do I."

Xue Zhengyong buries his face in his palms, rubbing them together in agitation and pain, and suddenly arches his back and coughs violently.

It was hard to stop the coughing, and when I moved my hand away, it was a palmful of blood.

Mrs. Wang was stunned and immediately became anxious: "How did you get so badly hurt? Lie down quickly and let me have a look."

"There's nothing to see." Xue Zhengyong wiped the blood away with a towel, "It's just an internal injury, I'll be fine in a few days."

"You should stop running out tomorrow, look at other heads of families who do everything themselves like you do"

Xue Zhengyong seemed to be trying to smile, but he was so tired and exhausted that his smile fell off halfway through: "Mo Ran and Yu Heng are still missing, and these days the Xianxia sector is not so peaceful. The other day there was a murder in Wuchang Town at the foot of the mountain, and nine people were killed. I'm sitting here now."

""Madam Wang looked at him with her beautiful eyes open and silent.

Xue Zhengyong patted her on the head, "You know me, it's impossible."

Madam Wang bit her lip and said, "Then you should at least rest for a day. Your internal injuries have reached the point of vomiting blood, so you should not be negligent, have you forgotten how your elder brother went" Xue Zhengyong The last trace of a smile on her face was frozen.

He saw Madam Wang's eyelashes dropping and the soft curtains of her eyelashes were vaguely brimming with water, so he couldn't help but feel mournful and said, "You, don't cry, I'm blessed with a great life.

Mrs. Wang choked out, "I don't care about you, I can't control you, just go wherever you want."

"How can I." Xue Zhengyong laughed bitterly, "Well, don't worry about it. Look, I've been around for decades, I've never seen anything big or bad, I'll be fine. You trust me, it's all going to be fine."

The next day, Xue Zhengyong did not go out, but he did not stay idle either, combing the Cangshu Library for ideas.

"Your Holiness, young master has given you a stew of medicine to drink while it is hot."

Xue Zhengyong said, "Leave it there."

He was thinking about something important and didn't have the heart to get up and leave, so he was busy until the afternoon. It was only later that he remembered to drink the cold medicine slowly, as he was suffering from an internal wound in his abdominal ribs.

Walking out of the Cangshu Library, Xue Zhengyong asked the disciple standing by the door, "Where are Madam and Xue Meng?"

" young master has just returned from the foot of the mountain, the lady is at the ancestral shrine burning incense for blessings, should I go and call them?"

Xue Zhengyong had wanted to talk to them and rest for a while. But as he was about to open his mouth, he felt a dizziness in front of his eyes. He was, after all, older and no longer a young man in his twenties who could recover well from his injuries after a good night's sleep.

He had to give in to old age.

"Forget it, don't bother them." Xue Zhengyong endured the pain and forced a smile, "I'm going to meditate in the meditation room for a while, if something comes up, just come and find me there."

"Yes, Your Holiness."

Xue Zhengyong raised his hand and patted the disciple's shoulder. It was because of the sudden changes that had taken place in the past few days that his whole state of mind was somewhat bleak, and when he looked at the young disciple in front of him, he could not help but sigh in his heart.

As for him, it would be nice if he could do a little more for the sake of these young people in their great years.

"Come on, those books I've been tossing around, please."

No sooner had he finished speaking than someone came rushing in, and when he saw Xue Zhengyong, he knelt down with a look of great misfortune on his face and reported, "Your Holiness is in trouble."

This shouting made Xue Zhengyong's abdomen and ribs hurt even more. I should have let Covetous Wolf have a look first.

He blushed slightly, but held back the pain and asked, "What's the rush?"

The disciple was distraught, "The Loyalty Palace has come before all the sects of Upper Fairy World, even Lonely Moonlit, the greatest sect in the world."

Xue Zhengyong's heart thudded, and he vaguely guessed the reason, but still said, "What are they doing here?"

"It says that there have been too many complaints and doubts about the top of death and life in these days. They said that they could no longer sit back and do nothing, and that they wanted to come and press Your Holiness for an explanation." The more that disciple said, the more frightened he became, almost shedding tears, "Your Holiness, looking at their stance, I'm afraid they want to force us to disperse the sect."

"" Xue Zhengyong's face was blue and he gritted his teeth as he raised his hand and nudged several acupuncture points in his abdomen and ribs, holding back his discomfort.

He turned his head and said to the guards of the Cangshu Library, "Don't tell the lady about this yet, lest she worry too much."

"Yes."

After giving the order, Xue Zhengyong picked up the young disciple, who was kneeling on the ground, and said with a sober face, "Come with me to the front hall.