Xianzun is Collapsing Every Day

The shadow of the sword was still there, and the long sword was pinned to the wooden post and vibrated gently, making a humming sound.

Lin Xu froze in place, and Mu Chuihan finally woke up from the dream, but there was still a hint of confusion in his voice: "Which brother's sword fell here?"

"Hmph, senior brother is also called by you?" A man dressed in the uniform of an outer disciple snorted, looked eagerly at the younger man beside him, and said arrogantly: "If you want to have a relationship with Young Master Mo, you still Not enough!"

The man known as Young Master Mo had a smile on his face and no sword on his body. He was obviously the sword thrower just now. He didn't stop the servants beside him when he made a difficult statement, and made it clear that he would trouble them.

Lin Xu has a noble status in the world, and he has never been so arrogantly ridden on his head. He couldn't help but choked back: "Is Mr. Mo a rare person? Who wants to get involved."

Mu Chuihan thought it was a bit interesting, he used to be carefully held by people wherever he went, but he was a little excited when he was suddenly in trouble.

He said with interest: "It turns out that you can't be called Senior Brother, then passers-by, your swords are here."

He pointed to the wooden post and pulled Lin Xu to go.

"Wait." Mo Jiao finally stopped the two of them, and said slowly: "You don't think that if you break my sword spike, you can still identify yourself as a passerby, right?"

Lin Xu frowned and said, "We don't know you at all, when did you destroy Jiansui?"

Zhao Jia, who was the first to sneer at this moment, carefully pulled out the spirit sword from the wooden post and handed it back to Mo Jiao.

Mo Jiao stroked the spirit sword lightly: "Lin Xu, right? Yesterday, you cleaned the sword courtyard, and I left the sword spikes here. If I look for them again today, they are already broken and still in the pile of discarded objects. So, who else could it be?"

Lin Xu remembered that he did see something that looked like Jiansui yesterday, but at that time Jiansui was already in tatters, so he cleaned it up into the trash pile.

"That sword spike is rotten!" Lin Xu said angrily: "Besides, a broken sword spike, why should I move?"

Zhao Jia said: "This is not an ordinary sword spike, but a mid-grade spiritual weapon, which can be blessed with a spiritual sword. Who knows if you are jealous and have evil intentions?"

Lin Xu laughed angrily: "Don't say I don't know at all. I'm really jealous that I won't take it away? Do you want to break it and stay here to be questioned by you?"

Mo Jiao said slowly and deliberately: "A mid-grade spiritual weapon is nothing in my family. But you don't have the heart of repentance, so it's not good, right?"

The disciples on the side were all just getting started, and they couldn't even touch the low-grade spiritual tools. When they heard the middle-grade, they all took a breath and looked at Mo Jiao.

A few of them started to help: "This sword spike is so precious, Junior Brother Lin Xu, you are actually doing the wrong thing when you first started, so don't hurry up and apologize to Senior Brother Mo!"

Lin Xu saw that everyone was in a random manner, her eyes were red with anger, and she was speechless.

However, Mu Chuihan patted his hand and motioned him not to rush. He came out and said, "Young Master Mo, a mid-grade spirit tool is really nothing, so you don't need to hold on to it."

When Mo Jiao said this, he meant to show off. Hearing that Mu Chuihan really didn't take it seriously, his face changed suddenly: "Even if I'm nothing, I'm not someone you poor people from this world can touch casually. I didn't want to make a claim, but Lin Xu refused to admit it. Of course I have to investigate it to the end."

They were arguing, and the monk who taught at the Sword Academy finally arrived late.

Zhao Jia went up to add fuel to the complaint, and Mo Jiao didn't hesitate to stand, as if he was certain that the cultivator's attitude would be biased towards them.

Lin Xu stepped forward to defend, but the other disciples in the Sword Academy spoke to Mo Jiao, and the cultivator frowned and said to Lin Xu, "You are so daring when you first started, how can you get it later?"

Lin Xu anxiously defended that she didn't do it, but was interrupted impatiently by the cultivator: "My Linxian Sect can't tolerate such a disciple. Today you compensate for the loss and apologize to Mo Jiao, and this matter is over. Otherwise, stop. Blame me for telling the steward elders to expel you from the outer door."

Lin Xu's breathing became fast. He had been well protected since he was a child.

Seeing this, Mu Chuihan said leisurely, "How dare you decide that the sword spike was destroyed by Lin Xu?"

Zhao Jia hurriedly said: "It wasn't made by this kid. Could it be that Young Master Mo destroyed it himself? What's more, this kid has admitted to throwing Jian Sui into the trash heap. Who else could he be?"

The teaching Jianxiu also said: "Don't delay the teaching of such trivial matters. Lin Xu, you are limited to repay the sword spike spirit stone within one month, did you hear that?"

He seemed to want to end this matter earlier, and after he finished speaking, he brought the onlookers into the inner room, clearly not intending to care anymore.

There were only four people left in the outer courtyard for a while. Lin Xu was detained in such a dark cauldron and hated: "You actually colluded with them to frame me!"

Mo Jiao said indifferently: "Then Junior Brother Lin Xu, the mid-grade spirit tool is not worth much. You only need to compensate me for five thousand spirit stones, and it will be over."

Lin Xu only earned a little spirit stone by doing the task last night, and now he can't even get fifty spirit stones, let alone five thousand. But the inner sect cultivator was obviously helping Mo Jiao to speak, and he looked at Mu Chuihan in despair for a while.

"Young Master Mo," Mu Chuihan smiled, "After all, the sword spike was indeed thrown by Lin Xu. If you really value these five thousand spirit stones, we will have to pay for it."

Lin Xu hurriedly pulled the corner of his clothes and said in a low voice, "You are crazy! Don't you believe that Jiansui was really not destroyed by me? Where can we get five thousand spirit stones?"

Mu Chuihan also whispered back: "It's okay, I can afford it."

"What do you want to pay? Could it be—" Mo Jiao looked at the young man Zhang Li's face playfully, and said yin and yang, "Could it be that you pay for it yourself?"

"You are shameless!" Lin Xu scolded suddenly.

Mu Chuihan said in a light tone, "Young Master Mo looks down on himself too much, with only five thousand spirit stones, has he started to dream of spring and autumn?"

Mo Jiao was choked, and just as he was about to continue speaking, he heard Mu Chuihan say, "Wait a moment, I'll go back to get the spirit stone right away."

Seeing that he didn't look like a liar, Lin Xu also showed a shocked look. He thought that Fuyan also came from the human world and should be in a similar situation to him, but why does it look like Lingshi is very rich?

Mu Chuihan tried his best to speed up his steps and went back to the dormitory. When he stepped into the Sword Academy again, he could hear Lin Xu arguing with Mo Jiao and Zhao Jia, but it seemed that he was obviously down.

He couldn't help but be glad that he came back in time, pulling him back on the eve of Lin Xu's collapse.

"Here." Mu Chuihan handed over a set of red clothes.

"Dare to wear any clothes..." Zhao Jia's first reaction was to belittle the clothes, but he didn't expect Mo Jiao to look at the clothes, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Mo Jiao came from a wealthy family, so he naturally knew that the value of this dress was more than five thousand spirit stones. He just couldn't figure out why the mortals in the lower realms could take out clothes woven from spiritual cloth.

Could it be that the origin of Fuyan is much deeper than he imagined?

He was still hesitating, but he heard Mu Chuihan chuckle: "Is this enough compensation?"

The sound of the guqin, like flowing water, came, and a swordsmanship lesson was temporarily over. The disciples in the class came out one after another, and the swordsman who taught the class frowned when he saw that they were still there.

Before Mo Jiao could answer, he saw that Mu Chuihan changed his face, and instantly put on a pitiful face: "This clothes will be paid to Young Master Mo, it's a pity, it's a pity..."

As he spoke, the water mist in his eyes, condensed into tears, hung in the corners of his eyes, and would not fall.

Mo Jiao panicked for no reason and scolded: "What are you doing?"

Mu Chuihan closed his eyes slightly, as if enduring the pain of a thousand arrows in his heart, and said in a low voice, "It's a pity that Tingyun-Jun will never see me again in the clothes I first met."