Chapter 1: wedge

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The day when Yanhui was expelled from Chenxing Mountain, the scene was made a bit ugly by her.
In fact, she planned to go quietly and did not want to make trouble, but this world thing is not always so easy to make people wish.
When Yan Yan looked back at the tableware and chopsticks she had used in the past years, the quilt she had slept in, and the copied scripture books were wrapped in straw mats by her sister, Yue, and she kicked down three thousand steps. When she got away, she was actually not very angry.
She only sighed in her heart. Sister Yue had been fighting with her for so many years, how could her brain be so bad ... Since those things she had left behind, it must be some waste products.
Ziyue stood in front of the mountain gate, like a victorious baboon, proudly taking her nostrils to look at her.
Yan yawned back and waved his hand: "Just be happy." She turned and walked away.
Ziyue snorted: "Stop it, it's not over yet!" She said that she suddenly lost something, a hosta, crossed the geese back, and fell on the stone steps. Duan, and then Ding Ding Dong Dong disappeared.
Yan froze for a moment, then stopped, and she stooped to pick up a small shredded hosta that had jumped to her nearest.
How could she not remember this thing ...
"When I lost it, I saw you were so anxious. Others didn't know, but I knew who the hairpin was." The smile on Zi Yue's mouth was full of disgust and disgust: "Your thoughts are confusing. Do you think no one can see? Looking at you all these years makes you feel sick and dead. "
Yan Hui held the broken jade quietly for a while, and then smiled: "Sister, I have been sick of you for so many years, but I took it and broke it in front of me today. Why, you think Does it make me sad? "
Before waiting for the month to speak, Yan Hui's expression froze again: "Unfortunately, I am not sad anymore, but congratulations, I am angry at success."
Yan Hui walked back to the month while rolling his sleeves: "Come here, let's talk about it."
Ziyue swallowed: "Stop, don't allow me to be close to me." When Yan went back to care for her, Ziyue's expression began to look ugly. "If you get closer to me, I will call someone, and someone will see the broken hairpin Yes! "
"Do you think I'm still afraid of people knowing?" Yan Hui sneered, his fingers squeaked out, "I really can't figure it out, I'm going to leave, why do you provoke me."
Seeing subconsciously back, Ziyue touched the hilt: "Yan Hui, there are many disciples behind the gate, you don't want to do anything with me."
Yanhui did not have a sword. Her sword was taken away as soon as Master chased her out, but this did not prevent her from packing up the child month.
Originally in their generation, she should be regarded as the best disciple.
Yan Hui sneered and laughed indifferently: "Okay, you let them out."
Ziyue but seeing Yanhui still approaching step by step, she shook her hand and pulled her sword out of the sheath, shouting behind her: "Save ... Help! Yanhui, the traitor to be chased, is going to kill!"
Behind the mountain gate opened, several disciples were eager to come out from inside. Yan Hui raised it with one hand and handsomely, and only snapped a finger. The wall of the gate immediately burned up a wall of fire, which forced them back.
"Oh, sister! This is too hot!"
"Hair ... my hair is burning!"
"Fire!"
"She cultivates higher than us, I can't put out this fire!"
The mountain gate was closed again, and the sound of the chicken flying dog was blocked.
Yan went back to stand in front of Ziyue. Ziyue had already leaned on the mountain wall and had no retreat. She stared at her and stared at her: "Don't rely on your spells to be bullied by us a few points higher than us! The masters turned around and learned the movement of the mountain gate, and they must not be able to spare you! "
Yan Yan smiled, and the slightly raised little tiger teeth on the right came out, and it seemed a bit evil: "Today I will bully people, see how they can't spare me." Yan Hui reached out his hand, and she quickly raised her sword and cut her. The move was urgent and chaotic, but with two moves, Yanhui knocked off the sword in her hand, grabbed her collar, and lifted her up. Yan returned five fingers, and the sword on the ground was held by her in her hand.
Yanhui held a flower with a long sword in his hand. "Zheng" clung to Ziyue's shoulder and inserted it through her clothes. She entered the stone wall: "Knowing that I have a bad temper, I still make it every day."
Ziyue was so scared that her flowers were overshadowed.
Yanhui ’s attitude seemed to be a joke with Ziyue, but Ziyue felt a burst of murderous blows, making her frightened with hands and feet, and her ears were full of Yanhui ’s voice: "Sister, bully After so many years, should you apologize to me now? "
"Have you been bullied me for so many years!"
When Yan Hui pulled his sword back, it was "Zheng", the tip of the sword was inserted next to Ziyue's neck, and a trace of coolness infiltrated into the neck of Ziyue. The skill is not high, and I still complain that the bullied people do n’t cooperate. Sister Sister is really not good. "
Ziyue was so scared that she cried out, "Woo, Master, brother! Yanhui started beating people again!"
Yanhui drew his sword again, this time in Ziyue ’s ear, the sound of the blade rubbing against the stone wall was clearly heard in Ziyue. Without going back to Yanshui, Ziyue hissed: , I apologize! Sorry! Sorry! "
When Yan returned, he let go of his hand and allowed Ziyue to fall to the ground softly, crying in shock. Yan Hui threw his sword and sighed: "Let me go quietly and personally, can't you see what you did."
She rubbed her wrists and glanced back at the mountain gate that was still burning the wall of fire. She was about to remove the flame, but at this moment, the ice and snow circle on the side of the mountain suddenly flashed, and the flame was instantly suppressed.
The white light flashed in front of the mountain gate, but seeing the white fairy standing in front of the mountain gate, the wide robe was blown by the mountain breeze.
Ziyue cried aloud and climbed up, stumbled to the man's side, crying in grievance and complaining.
The fairy's eyes turned to Yanhui.
Touching his cold eyes, Yan Hui knew that he was silently reprimanding her willful behavior.
Yan Hui was most afraid of his appearance before, but now, what does it matter? Anyway, he is no longer her master.
Yan Yan rolled his lips back: "Ling Xiao Daochang, I am no longer Chen Xingshan people, I also hope that Daochang restrains his disciples, so I don't want to trouble me again." Yan Hui waved his hand: "Don't." She turned her head. , The clothing was light, step by step down the bluestone long steps, back to the huge mountain gate, against the breeze blowing from the sky, toward the downhill world.
Alone, no attachment.