Being Expelled From My School, I Just Want To Be Free From The World

Chen Shisi lowered his head, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to explain his behavior just now.

But he had no idea that Senior Sister Mo Zhu on the opposite side had not thought about what had just happened.

Mo Zhu only knew that the person who was once most familiar to her was gradually turning into a stranger.

When I think of this, I feel a little uncomfortable.

For a long time, Mo Zhu looked away from the painting.

"Now that you have obtained this painting, it is your blessing. Please put it away."

Chen Shisi hesitated for a moment, and just now senior sister asked him clearly if he was painting.

He also said that it was just a "whim", which obviously meant that the painting was done by himself.

However, if you want to explain, you can also forcefully defend, but that would seem too guilty.

"....Senior sister, who made this painting?"

"Your senior brother." Mo Zhu said calmly.

Senior brother?

Chen Shisi had many senior brothers, but seeing his senior sister's expression, he immediately understood who this senior brother was.

Who else but Li Xuanxiao could make Senior Sister miss her so much.

Looking at the painting, Chen Shishi had mixed feelings in his heart.

How could such a coincidence happen...

"rest early."

After saying that, Mo Zhu left the room.

Not a word was mentioned about his counterfeit paintings, as if it never happened.

Chen Shishi took a deep breath and clenched his fists involuntarily.

His eyes fell on the painting again.

When he worshiped at the mountain gate, Li Xuanxiao's cultivation had been abolished.

Therefore, he had only heard the legend of Senior Brother Li from others.

Not to mention having seen each other’s paintings and calligraphy.

Judging from the shopkeeper's tone, Li Xuanxiao was able to create such a masterpiece with just a random painting.

He suddenly had the urge to tear the painting into pieces.

As if in this way, he could surpass the insurmountable mountain for him.

...........

The narrow and winding path is lined with dense woods and green grassy fields.

On weekdays, farmers in the village travel along this path between fields and villages, carrying crops on carts or shoulders, walking along this rugged path, and taking home the abundant fruits.

Li Xuanxiao led the little donkey, walked briskly, and hummed a little off-key tune.

The girl walking at the front, Ah Qi, was absent-minded and seemed to miss her hometown.

Lin Daoling, on the other hand, catches a bug and squeezes a snowball.

The temperament of a young man makes it impossible for him to take any time off.

The further north you go, the colder the weather gets.

Half a month later, the sky was covered with heavy snow.

The cold wind howled, the temperature dropped sharply, and the traces of birds disappeared without a trace in the vast white sky and earth.

The firewood door was pushed open by the wind, and the stove at Li Xuanxiao's feet was burning brightly as he sat on the stool.

The rabbit meat was sizzling on the fork.

The two little guys were warming themselves by the stove.

Li Xuanxiao held a small jar of rice wine with a satisfied look on his face.

As dusk falls, there are vast mountains in the distance.

Fortunately, I found the wooden house, otherwise I wouldn't know where to sleep tonight.

After passing this mountain, you will reach Xiling.

Li Xuanxiao took a big gulp of wine and took another bite of meat.

Lin Daoling looked at it with greedy eyes, "Brother, give me a drink too."

"Go, what are you going to drink, kid?"

"Brother, you look down on people!" Lin Daoling stood up angrily, "I have been in a wine vat since I was five years old, and I have never drank any wine."

"Hey~ I'm a brat, I can brag a lot."

Lin Daoling felt that he had lost face in front of Ah Qi, so he rushed to drink.

Li Xuanxiao stopped him with one hand and held a branch in the other hand to write and draw in the snow, teaching Ah Qi to write.

Ah Qi sat next to him and watched quietly, with desire and curiosity shining in his eyes.

The little hands hold the branches tightly, as if feeling the power of knowledge.

Every stroke, every stroke, she was studying seriously, as if she wanted to keep Li Xuanxiao's teachings in her heart

In the distance, an old man wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat walked over a vast expanse of white.

Ah Qi raised her head and glanced at the other person. For some reason, she felt uncomfortable looking at this person.

"I wonder if I could use the house to warm up by the fire."

The old man's hoarse voice sounded.

"No problem." Li Xuanxiao said lightly,

"Thank you."

"Are you going to Xiling?" the old man asked.

"yes."

The old man glanced at Ah Qi, who was sitting next to Li Xuanxiao, "You can recognize Zhao Lingchuan, the most famous servant in Longhu Mountain, with just one step."

Ah Qi raised his eyebrows and silently stopped what he was doing.

"I don't know him, why don't you tell me and listen." Li Xuanxiao seemed to be interested.

"Zhao Lingchuan is a mortal who has not yet embarked on the path of spiritual practice in his thirties. If it weren't for his father's relationship, he would never have become a slave laborer in Longhu Mountain.

He spent all day eating, drinking, having fun, and waiting to die, but no one took him seriously.

No one would have thought that he would be a late bloomer.

As a servant of Longhu Mountain, he holds twelve dragon and tiger flags, sweeping away all the monsters outside the northern pass.

Recruit a wide range of customers and build a mansion.

He even accomplished what the previous Longhu Mountain Celestial Masters had failed to accomplish.

But everything is too much, and his existence not only threatens the monsters outside the northern pass, but even Longhu Mountain is dissatisfied with him and has the idea of ​​​​getting rid of him.

Longhu Mountain soap service was originally established by Longhu Mountain to deal with the shortage of manpower.

But the newcomers took over and surpassed the limelight of Longhu Mountain.

I only know Zhao Lingchuan, but I don’t know Longhu Mountain.

The monsters outside the pass cannot tolerate him, and neither can Longhu Mountain. How can such a person survive?

Finally, under the secret instruction of Longhu Shan.

The demons outside the pass joined forces to kill Zhao Lingchuan, and all the demons made an oath together.

If a descendant of the Zhao family appears again, the monsters outside the pass will kill them at all costs. "

The old man wearing a bamboo hat paused and continued.

"In fact, the entire Zhao family had been massacred at that time. Only his young daughter survived by chance and was taken in by a retired spiritual practitioner, so the monsters did not dare to act rashly."

"..."

Lin Daoling looked left and right, keenly noticing that something was not right in the atmosphere, and tightened his grip on the bamboo sword.

Li Xuanxiao took another sip of wine.

"It's a pity that he was so heroic, but ended up like this."

The old man chuckled, "Then Zhao Lingchuan always talks about not suppressing evil, but what will happen in the end?

Since I have nothing to do with Zhao Lingchuan, I am just entrusted by others, and I don't know the whole story, why not just turn around? "

Li Xuanxiao scratched his head and said, "Oh my god, what can I do? The monsters outside the pass are really disturbing."

The old man's brows gradually furrowed. How could he detect a hint of ridicule in the other person's tone?