The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

   Chapter 1727 The humble furnace of the noble fairy (75)

   These disciples are all cultivators from the outer sect, and they don't even have a master who teaches the eight classics.

   They may not have much respect and admiration for Su Qinghuan, but they are usually at the bottom of the Xuanqing Sect, but now there is a cauldron with a lower status than them, so why not take the opportunity to vent their dissatisfaction?

  “…”

   And when Ling Ruoxu heard the words shame-shame, the dense long eyelashes of the young man couldn't help but fluttered slightly.

   - He hadn't seen Su Qinghuan for several months, but at the last meeting, the cold and bone-clad Immortal Venerable in white left him the last four words, shameless-shame.

  Thinking of Su Qinghuan's contemptuous eyes, Ling Ruoxu's phoenix eyes couldn't help but flash a shadow of darkness.

   He could not care how others looked down on him, but Su Qinghuan, he couldn't care less.

   Now that his parents have passed away, Ling Ruoxu is just alone in this world. His only thought is to take off the cold moon in the sky and keep her private.

   But she hated him and didn't even want to see him.

  …

  Ling Ruoxu's heart was sad and painful, his heart was full of anger, and his expression became slightly hideous, but because his face was lowered, others could not see what Ling Ruoxu looked like at the moment.

   And those outer disciples who suppressed Ling Ruoxu couldn't help laughing even more when they saw that Ling Ruoxu didn't speak and lowered his head like a quail.

   "Why don't you speak? Oh, Ling Ruoxu, as a furnace, do you also have the so-called shame-shame?"

   The thin young man in white clenched his hands secretly. He pretended not to hear the words of these outer disciples, but lowered his head to himself and said to them warmly.

"Ling Mou doesn't know what the brothers are talking about, but Ling Mou is a person who serves Immortal Venerable Qing Huan. If the time to hold the lamp is over, Immortal Venerable Qing Huan will not be able to see Ling Mou, I am afraid that he will also misunderstand Ling Mou deliberately. Slackening and unwilling to return to Canglan Peak, or thinking that something happened to Ling..."

   "Yo, you are a cauldron, have you learned to threaten people? Lord tell you, we don't want to do this!"

"That's right! Who do you think you are? What else do you have to say to serve Immortal Venerable Qing Huan? The Dao Boys of Canglan Peak have said that Immortal Venerable Qing Huan has been in seclusion for several months, and you can't even see her shadow. Don't go!"

   "Hahahaha, isn't it? I heard that this mortal shamelessly goes to climb the mountain every morning when the morning sun is slightly dew. He has been climbing for several months, but it's still nothing? I really think that Immortal Venerable Qinghuan wants to see him!"

  “…”

  Ling Ruoxu raised his head, he clenched his hands tightly, and silently swept over the few outer disciples who were pointing at his nose and mocking, with a faint blood red in his eyes.

   That was actually a sign of being into a demon, just because Ling Ruoxu was a mortal, so several brothers and sisters didn't take it seriously, instead they laughed more and more wildly.

   "Ouch, won't you still be angry?!"

   "You are so anxious to climb onto the bed of Immortal Venerable Qing Huan! It's a pity that people don't look down on you!"

"I heard that when you were in the Qin family in Jiangbei, didn't you hook up with Qin Yifan, the young son of the Qin family? You can kill Qin Yifan with your heart, no wonder Xianzun Qinghuan doesn't want to see you, you are so cruel, And it’s still not clear with men, which female cultivator dares to ask for it!”

"Ha ha ha ha!"

  …

   A series of sarcastic voices rang through his ears, not only Ling Ruoxu's eyes, but even the center of his eyebrows, there was a faint blackness emerging.

   Several outer disciples were shocked by Ling Ruoxu's ruthless gaze, and even felt an inexplicable sense of fear.

   "What are you staring at us for?! Do you still want to fight!"

   "Oh, just fight, who would be afraid of a mortal?"

   Before the words of the outer sect disciples could finish, they suddenly felt the mountain shake for a while.

  The little fox who retreated far away in Canglan Peak, her soul is the most sensitive, she opened her eyes almost instantly, she exclaimed suddenly.

   "Mist grass, what happened? This illusion has signs of collapse?!"

"Host! Hurry up and go to the cloud bridge where Canglan Peak is connected to the sect management office! Ling Ruoxu was blown away by those outside disciples, if you don't stop it, I'm afraid Ling Ruoxu will wake up. It's gone!"

   "...When did his psychological capacity become so poor? He was mad when he escaped from the marriage in the first life?!"

   The little fox secretly complained a few words in his heart, but he still summoned the spirit sword of his life resolutely, and instantly flashed over the cloud bridge.

  …

   The little fox came at a good time. Ling Ruoxu had already been beaten down by the outer disciples. Facing those with talent for immortality, Ling Ruoxu could only be beaten passively.

   In fact, those outer disciples hadn't used all their strength, otherwise Ling Ruoxu would not lie down, but would simply die.

   Ling Ruoxu, who was wearing a white Taoist robe, looked very embarrassed, his clothes were stained with mud, and there were two bloodstains on his face.

   But what shocked the little fox the most was Ling Ruoxu's eyes, those phoenix eyes full of resentment and unwillingness, and there were signs of enchantment at any time.

  The little fox landed gracefully, and almost instantly waved his robe sleeves and swept Ling Ruoxu to the other end of the cloud bridge.

   She glanced at Ling Ruoxu coldly.

   "You are very good, but after a few months, you even learned to fight with your classmates."

  The little fox kept his mouth shut and didn't talk about the faults of the outer disciples who provoked Ling Ruoxu. Although his expression was ethereal and his tone was light, he had an obvious disgust for Ling Ruoxu.

  Ling Ruoxu stared blankly at Su Qinghuan, his heart was both joy and pain.

  —she saved him again.

  It was like this last time, outside the gate of Xuanqingzong, she fell from the sky.

   That was a gorgeous dream bestowed on him by God.

   But in this dream, he was unwilling to give him more tenderness.

  …

  Ling Ruoxu staggered to his feet, he lowered his eyes and dared not look at Su Qinghuan.

   "Xianzun, Ruo Ruo is reckless and should not offend the fellow brothers, but they blocked the way to Canglan Peak, and if they had to, they had a dispute with the brothers."

  Ling Ruoxu was also humble to defend himself, he was afraid that she would dislike him.

   She is always the cloud in the sky, and he is nothing but mud.

   The little fox was not surprised that Ling Ruoxu would know this attitude. Seeing that the illusion was no longer shaking, the little fox breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that Ling Ruoxu's spirit was imprisoned again.

  Su Qinghuan didn't even glance at Ling Ruoxu, and turned to the outer disciples.

   "Is it true? Tell me."

   Those outside disciples were shocked when they saw Su Qinghuan's appearance, and when they saw Su Qinghuan's eyes swept over, their hearts swayed even more.

   "I, we..."

  Ling Ruoxu saw that the eyes of the outer disciples were glued to the little fox, and there was obvious admiration in their eyes, and the man's heart became more and more hostile.

   This is his light.

  Why, let these scum covet.

   (end of this chapter)