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

Li Xuanxiao just sat or lay down. Neither Ah Qi nor Lin Daoling knew what he was thinking about all day long.

"Brother, the swordsmanship you taught me is useless." Lin Daoling said depressedly.

He had tried several moves before, but the results were not as effective as waving them randomly.

"That's because you two don't know how to use it. Practice hard and don't slack off."

Li Xuanxiao turned over lazily.

Lin Daoling and Ah Qi had not seen Li Xuanxiao leave the shabby house for a month, and they had also been beaten for a month.

However, the person on the opposite side didn't end well.

Even if Lin Daoling and Ah Qi were beaten with bruises and swollen faces, they still had to hold on to each other and punch each other several times.

Finally, this month has passed, and the day of the Disciple Initiation Conference has arrived.

Real trouble is coming.

Lin Daoling and Ah Qi had just changed their clothes early in the morning and were preparing to go out to attend the disciple induction meeting.

But they saw crowds of people outside. Not only did the outer disciples of Longhu Mountain who had been taken care of by Ah Qi and Lin Daoling come this time, they also brought their elders.

Li Xuanxiao yawned and walked in from the room.

"What's going on? You guys are so arrogant."

"It's the two of them!"

One of them, a child with bruises on his face, pointed at Ah Qi and Lin Daoling, his eyes flashing with anger.

The oldest one among the people cast his eyes on Ah Qi, and raised his long and narrow eyebrows slightly.

Whether it's the appearance or the look in his eyes...

picture! alike! !

Really like that Zhao Lingchuan.

Everyone present and the various families in Longhu Mountain represented behind the scenes were involved in the murder of Zhao Lingchuan.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be here today.

Cutting the grass and eradicating the roots, but now the descendants of Zhao Lingchuan can never be allowed to climb Longhu Mountain again.

"You have no proper discipline! You allowed a young child to hit someone. I'm here today to demand an explanation."

As soon as the old man named Qian finished speaking, Lin Daoling shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Fart! It was clearly your children who started the trouble and called us sons of bitches.

This large group of children in your family beat two of us, and we beat them like this.

You have the nerve to come to your door to ask for an explanation, you are so shameless..."

The old man named Qian looked gloomy.

There were young men around him who were furious, "You little brat, how dare you talk to my uncle like that."

Immediately, he pointed the finger at Li Xuanxiao.

"You must have failed to discipline me well, and you still haven't apologized to my uncle!"

"..."

At this moment, Ping Yangzi, one of the five masters of Longhu Mountain.

Although they were in the palace, they could always sense the situation of Li Xuanxiao and others.

First, the incident of children making a big fuss was used as a trigger, and everyone was arranged to go to ask for an explanation. It was inevitable that the two sides would argue.

During the dispute, a young disciple became furious and took action angrily.

He mistakenly killed Zhao Lingchuan's daughter Ah Qi who came to Longhu Mountain to become a disciple.

To outsiders, this looks like an accident.

But if the young disciple accidentally killed someone, his crime would not lead to death.

When the limelight passes, blessings will be waiting for him.

Take ten thousand steps back, even if the Heavenly Master wants to investigate this matter.

Let the young disciple who took action commit suicide and give an explanation.

For the sake of reputation, Longhu Mountain will definitely put this matter to rest.

Zhao Lingchuan's family has no offspring, so naturally no one will bother about this matter anymore.

In the end, the matter was settled.

Ping Yangzi recited the "Qing Jing Sutra", which was not a big deal to him.

Just like clearing the weeds from the ground.

After all, Zhao Lingchuan was already dead. If he killed his daughter again, it would be just in case.

Even if today's plan fails, there will be countless ways for him to die in Longhu Mountain or outside Longhu Mountain in the future.

But why, he felt vaguely uneasy.

As one of the five masters of Longhu Mountain, Ping Yangzi definitely did not believe that this feeling was groundless.

But he didn't know exactly what could make him feel so uneasy.

So I had to recite the "Qing Jing Sutra"

.........

"Apologise? I don't know how to apologize?" Li Xuanxiao asked.

"Kowtow twice to my uncle."

"I'm not good at kowtow." Li Xuanxiao shook his head.

As he spoke, he raised his head and looked into the air, as if he didn't care at all about the young man talking to him.

It never snows at Qingyun Gate despite the flying snow like goose feathers.

It feels like spring all year round, but it lacks a lot of charm.

There was a wind blowing in my face, causing my clothes to tremble and my hair to flutter.

Li Xuanxiao narrowed his eyes, only finding it interesting.

"Kowtow, kowtow!" Lin Daoling said angrily.

A beautiful woman protected her child and sneered, "Two bastards who have a father and no mother! They came to Longhu Mountain to run wild."

"You have a father and not a mother!"

The beautiful woman stared with almond-shaped eyes, "Say that again, little bastard!"

Lin Daoling suddenly stopped talking, tugged on Li Xuanxiao's clothes and whispered.

"Brother, brother, why do I feel like something is wrong?"

"You are quite alert."

Lin Daoling had seen horse thieves kill people, and the eyes of these people at this moment were exactly the same as those of the horse thieves.

"They...they want to kill us?" Lin Daoling couldn't believe it.

"I guess so."

Lin Daoling's lips turned a little white, "This is Longhu Mountain. Brother, you deal with them first, and I'll call someone."

"it's useless."

"Why?"

Li Xuanxiao looked at the snow that fell on the palm of his hand and quickly melted, and said calmly: "If it was useful, they would have been here long ago."

Today, the disciples of the Longhu Mountain Deacon Hall deliberately avoided this direction and took other detours.

Deacon Hall.

The elder deacon sat in the upper seat and said, "This matter has nothing to do with us. If it really makes a big fuss, Pingyangzi will take the responsibility."

Another older man, who looked slightly younger, looked a bit troubled.

"If it were just that, I wouldn't have to worry so much, but Li Xuanxiao appeared in Longhu Mountain at this moment."

"He is already a cripple, what is there to worry about?"

"Although he is a useless person, Li Xuanxiao has a great reputation and is a disciple of the Qingyun Sect. If something happens in Longhu Mountain..."

"Don't worry, Ping Yangzi is measured in his actions. His target is the daughter of Zhao Lingchuan and he will not attack Li Xuanxiao."

The elder deacon took a sip of tea and continued.

"Besides, Li Xuanxiao has been hated by the Qingyun Sect for a long time. Even if he died in Longhu Mountain, he might still thank us from the Qingyun Sect.

By the way, this tea is the white horse hair tip in the Xiaohan realm? "

"Exactly, that's all for this year. I'll try to get more filial elders in the next ten years."

While the two were chatting, their minds suddenly condensed.

.......

"Let's set off and teach them a lesson." The beautiful woman said calmly.

The servant named Qi Cheng nodded slightly, looked at the young man opposite, and made up his mind.

It would be nice if this man and the boy were taught a lesson, but the girl would die.

Although it is a bit disdainful to attack a child...

In front of the broken house, Li Xuanxiao stood up slowly in the wind and snow.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on him. They seemed to sense something, as if they saw some kind of danger signal in the other person, and they subconsciously protected the child behind them.

Secretly running his magic power, ready to take action at any time.

But the young man opposite suddenly smiled.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you, and I don't have to do anything to you.

Fighting against you would be detrimental to the style of a swordsman. "

He raised his head and held out his hand.

"Hey, let me borrow the sword!"