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

Tongtian Peak, thatched cottage.

Mo Zhu stood outside the thatched house.

"he's gone?"

"yes."

"It's okay to leave." The voice of Wangqing Taoist reached the heart.

Mo Zhu clenched his fists and his eyes changed slightly.

"Senior brother left everything behind, gold tickets, silver tickets, spiritual stones..."

Mo Zhu placed items one by one outside the thatched cottage.

Wangqing asked other disciples to bring these to Li Xuanxiao.

Even if you are expelled from the school, becoming a rich man in the future is not a bad thing.

But I didn't expect that Li Xuanxiao didn't take away any of these things.

Taoist Wangqing slowly opened his eyes and said calmly: "Why is this necessary? He is trying to get angry with me."

Mo Zhu pondered for a moment, "Master, senior brother is not angry with anyone, he just..."

"Just what?"

"I just don't want to have anything to do with Qingyun Sect anymore. I will never see you again in this life, and we will never meet again in the mountains and rivers."

Mo Zhu wanted to see his senior brother off for the last time, but unexpectedly, Li Xuanxiao had already left Qingyun Sect in advance.

A letter was left for Mo Zhu in the house to say goodbye.

There was silence in the thatched house for a long time.

"I understand, please step back."

Mo Zhu took a deep breath and said, "Master, someone is obviously plotting this to frame my senior brother, why don't you pay any attention to it!

Senior brother became disabled because of the Qingyun Sect and the common people in the world.

Now the Qingyun Sect has kicked him out, such an unkind and unjust thing..."

"enough!!"

Mo Zhu was frightened by the powerful momentum and couldn't help but take a step back.

"The leeway he has today is his own fault.

In the future, there will be no more Li Xuanxiao in Qingyun Sect, and there will no longer be any senior brother in Tongtian Peak. You go, you are tired of being a master. "

Mo Zhu took a deep breath and stopped talking.

Finally, he turned around and left in despair.

............

On the cliffside path.

Li Xuanxiao was dressed in Tsing Yi, and he came to Qingyun Gate with nothing.

Now, I am leaving with nothing.

The two do not owe each other.

After a few ups and downs, Li Xuanxiao jumped down from a high place and landed lightly on a tree branch, his sleeves swinging.

A strange power surged in the body, as if the spiritual energy that had been dormant for a long time was awakening.

He closed his eyes and quietly felt the ups and downs of this power, as if he was integrated with the universe.

His thoughts were gradually immersed in this spiritual energy. He saw his body, his blood vessels and muscles, and every cell in his body greedily absorbing this spiritual energy...

Since the war, his cultivation and foundation have been destroyed.

Li Xuanxiao tried countless methods, but without exception, they had no effect at all.

Thirty years ago, in the final battle, he killed the Demonic Pope with one sword.

Demonic sects have suffered countless deaths and injuries in order to prevent the evil spirits from taking the opportunity to invade the human world.

Li Xuanxiao bore all the consequences, but unexpectedly, countless ghost souls merged into his body to form a demon soul.

Half a year ago, Li Xuanxiao tried to use the demon soul in his body to absorb spiritual energy to repair his losses.

At first, he was in a lot of pain.

The demon soul surged inside his body, seeming to want to break free from his control.

He felt that his body was about to be torn apart, but as time passed, he slowly adapted to the pain and felt that his body was gradually repairing.

This was the first time in thirty years that he saw hope.

However, he never thought that before he could fully recover, he would be kicked out of the Qingyun Sect.

He doesn't hate the Qingyun Sect, he doesn't hate the master who set things up, and he doesn't hate those who ridicule him.

But, he didn't want to forgive them either.

In the first half of his life, he devoted himself to cultivation, serving the Qingyun Sect and serving the people of the world.

In the second half of his life, he wanted to visit famous mountains and rivers and search for the source of rivers. His husband looked at the blue sea in the morning and the sky at dusk.

Spend the rest of your life in all kinds of life, that's all.

.......

Qingyun City.

This is the most prosperous city at the foot of Qingyunmen Mountain.

The city is bustling with people walking through the streets, laughing and cheering one after another.

This is the gathering place for Qingyun Sect disciples and people in the world, and it is also the source of all kinds of news and legends about the world.

The streets in the city are spacious and bustling, lined with various shops and teahouses. In the teahouse.

People tasted the fragrant tea and talked about interesting stories and rumors about the world.

In the streets and alleys, people from all walks of life were passing by. They were dressed in various costumes and holding different weapons, showing their identity and status.

In the center of the city is a square with a huge statue.

That is the statue of Qingyunzi, the founder of Qingyunmen.

The statue is dozens of feet tall and solemn.

Qingyunzi held a long sword and pointed it straight at the sky, as if he was guarding the city and the entire world.

"Waiter, a bowl of tea."

"Okay~"

Soon, the waiter filled the tea bowl.

"Use it slowly!"

Li Xuanxiao, dressed in green clothes, took a sip of tea and looked at the street outside the teahouse.

People on the street are walking in a hurry and have different expressions.

The stalls on both sides of the street are filled with a variety of products, including fresh vegetables and fruits, fragrant snacks, and a dazzling array of handicrafts.

The stall owners shouted enthusiastically, their voices echoing in the empty streets.

The last time I went out was twenty years ago...

Li Xuanxiao narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the fragrant snacks on the roadside.

I couldn't help but feel greedy.

He bought two meat pancakes, took a few bites of the steaming pancakes that had just come out of the pan, and took a sip of tea.

Not to mention how beautiful it is.

In the teahouse, the storyteller was talking non-stop, saliva flying everywhere.

It's all the same old stories.

"The last chapter mentioned that Li Xuanxiao was trying to rescue Junior Sister Mo Zhu.

One man and one sword alone entered the demon nest and swept away six demon kings..."

Li Xuanxiao was slightly startled and turned his head.

I didn't expect that what I was telling was my own story. It was an indescribably wonderful feeling to hear my own experiences from others.

It's just that these stories have added a lot of oil and jealousy.

There's a lot more drama, it sounds different

The story is full of dangers among storytellers.

In fact, that battle was not particularly dangerous for me.

“Buzz——!!”

At this moment, a sword sound suddenly sounded in the sky.

The sound of the sword resounded through the sky, containing an unparalleled power and majesty, as if a dragon that had been sleeping for a long time was awakening and was about to break out of the ground and shake the world.

The sound of the sword echoed in the air for a long time, as if it was announcing something to people.

Everyone in the city raised their heads and looked into the sky.

Although they were at the foot of Qingyun Sect and were accustomed to some strange and strange things, the sound of swords like this was rare.

"What's going on here!?"

"what sound?"

"..."

Some old people frowned and looked into the air, as if they were remembering something.

"This sound... this sound... is Qingyun Sword!?"