Chapter 017 - Embroidery Needle

　　"Xiao Liu was beaten?!" 　　Baiyun Guan, is rolling the pants leg bowed body in turning the ground Li Changgeng, suddenly pulled up on the body angrily opened his eyes and said. 　　"Where? Beaten by whom?" 　　Not far away in a piece of immortal land, the eldest senior brother Zhang Antai also stood up, but his complexion was not as agitated as Li Changgeng. 　　"At the Yellow Crane Tower, the one who beat him up was Xuanwu Pavilion Sect Sect Leader Zhu Baili's youngest son, Zhu Haoxuan." 　　The one who spoke was Li Ran, this news had just been told to him by Chu Chu using a sound transmission note. 　　"So it's that yakuza son of Zhu Baili!" As soon as Li Changgeng heard this, he became even more furious, "Some years ago, he bullied the daughters of our former grain delivery crofters, and I still haven't settled things with him! Now he's actually bullying Xiaoliu, this time his old man can't stop me even if he comes!" 　　"Don't be impulsive, since Lao Liu is in the book building, he won't be in any danger." 　　Eldest Senior Brother Zhang Antai glared at Li Changgeng. 　　"Senior brother! ...... "Li Changgeng frowned with a complaining face, "You can endure this breath, but I can't!" 　　With that, he picked up a bamboo stretcher beside him and waved his hand at Li Ran: "Let's go! Go pick up Xiaoliu!" 　　"You are a stubborn and stupid donkey!" Zhang Antai also put down the work in his hand, said with a very ironic face, "Who said to endure, even if you cripple him, so what, this is not an open conflict with Xuanwu Pavilion ......" 　　"Eldest senior brother, the Chu Chu who reported to me also said that the youngest senior brother vomited blood all over the body." 　　Li Ran said with a cold gaze. 　　"What?!" 　　Zhang Antai jumped out of the ground with his bare feet, the whole person seemed to have changed his face, just now that calm demeanor was gone, such as an angry vajra drinking, "What are you still waiting for? I hit that little beast his old man do not recognize!" 　　...... 　　By the window on the second floor of the Yellow Crane Tower. 　　"How did Yang Wanli become this master? This Jane Zhongshu must be read slowly, and the most basic things like this are not told to the disciple." 　　Ji Zhen looked downstairs at Li Yunsheng who was being assisted by Jiang Lingxue, walking with unsteady steps at the entrance of the book building. 　　"That's not to blame Master, within these ten years, has Mr. Ji ever seen a disciple of the White Cloud Temple go up to the second floor?" 　　Zhao Xuanjun laughed. 　　"Bitter that child, but it can't be helped, who made him a rootless Immortal Vein ......" 　　Ji Zhen only smiled bitterly at his words, although he had aroused pity for his talent, there was nothing he could do about it. The entire Qiushui Sect knows that the only one of the sixteen blessed disciples of the Qiushui Sect is Bai Yun Guan, who doesn't read or cultivate, and buries his head in the ground every day. 　　"Mr. Ji, do you think he finished reading the Painted Dragon Technique or not?" 　　Zhao Xuanjun's gaze turned sharp as he looked out the window at Li Yunsheng. 　　"That's impossible." Ji Zhen flatly denied, "You probably didn't finish reading the Painted Dragon Secrets, the Painted Dragon Secrets was tampered with by Jade Void Zi after the fifth chapter of the last chapter, the phrases are obscure and secluded not to mention that most of the words in it are also irregular, even if you are in the state of entering the silence, the spirit can't be overwhelmed by reading it too fast, the disordered breath around his body just now was proof of that, to put it more seriously that was the precursor of going out of his mind. " 　　Ji really this statement Zhao Xuanjun did not refute, just that the handsome face corners of the mouth inadvertently raised under. 　　"This Bai Yun Guan's young disciple, seems to be in trouble." 　　After Li Yunsheng and Jiang Lingxue both left, Zhu Haoxuan followed closely behind and exited the book building. 　　"This young son of Senior Brother Zhu, why does he have to stare at someone else, a small child? Alas ......" 　　Ji Zhen had a crying and laughing expression on his face. 　　"Do you want me to go down there?" 　　Zhao Xuanjun asked carelessly. 　　"No need, just think of it as a lesson for him." 　　"A lesson? Who gets a lesson?" 　　Zhao Xuanjun was a bit confused. 　　"Of course it's Senior Brother Zhu's indisputable old seventh!" 　　Ji Zhen was furious just thinking about it. 　　This time Zhao Xuanjun was even more puzzled, in his opinion, Li Yunsheng's strength was far from the level of teaching Zhu Haoxuan a lesson. 　　"That group of livestock from the White Cloud Temple has already arrived at the door." Ji Zhen also no longer sold out to Zhao Xuanjun, only to hear him explain somewhat helplessly, "You probably don't know if you grew up in not in the Qiu Shui Sect, that old seven of the Zhu Family isn't very old and probably isn't clear about it either, the group of people that are the hardest for our Qiu Shui Sect to mess with are right here in the Bai Yun Guan!" 　　"Isn't it said that these people only know how to grow crops?" 　　Ji Zhen's statement piqued Zhao Xuanjun's curiosity. 　　"These people don't just know how to plant crops, they also fight and are especially protective of their calves!" Ji Zhen smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Go, leave this matter alone, go make a pot of tea, and I'll tell you about that strange incident in Bai Yun Guan nine years ago." 　　...... 　　Besides, Li Yunsheng and Jiang Lingxue who had already walked outside the book building. 　　The two of them went out of the book building, Li Yunsheng then thanked Jiang Lingxue, "Senior Sister Lingxue, it's good to be sent here, I can walk by myself." 　　"With your appearance, I wouldn't dare to let you go back alone, go go go." 　　Jiang Lingxue shook her head very seriously, saying that she picked up Li Yunsheng's arm again and walked straight ahead. 　　"But, the White Cloud Temple is far from here." 　　Li Yunsheng said with some embarrassment. 　　"It's still early in the day ah, you've called me a senior sister, I naturally have to take care of you." 　　"Thank you senior sister, I still don't know which blessed land of the Autumn Water Sect senior sister is a disciple of." 　　"I am a disciple of the Southern Mountain Hundred Herb Hall, senior brother can also come to the Hundred Herb Hall to find me to play in the future." 　　"Hundred Herb Hall ah ...... I will definitely go and take a look." The name Hundred Herb Hall was really not unfamiliar to Li Yunsheng. 　　"I'll be waiting for senior brother ......" 　　"People have let you go, Jiang Lingxue you should not meddle." 　　Before Jiang Lingxue could finish speaking, Zhu Haoxuan's voice came from behind him, and this time he was more than just one person, with two lanky Xuanwu Pavilion disciples by his side. 　　"How annoying." Jiang Lingxue blankly glanced at Zhu Haoxuan and said, "You see me following and still want to come over to find trouble, aren't you afraid that I'll go to the Preceptor's Department and sue?" She had been compelled to send Li Yunsheng home just because she knew that Zhu Haoxuan was following behind her. 　　"Complaint? Haha, is it to ground me for a month, or to punish me for being a steward in the book building for a month? Go ahead and sue, who have I, Zhu Haoxuan, been afraid of in Qiushui Sect?" 　　After saying this, he rushed a Xuanwu Pavilion disciple beside him and made a color. 　　"Junior sister, it's better for you to stay out of this matter." 　　That Xuanwu Pavilion disciple said with a smile on his face, and as he said that, he used his hand to pull Jiang Lingxue. 　　But before his hand touched Jiang Lingxue, an invisible blade of qi cut through his sleeve with a "Whoosh!" cut through his sleeve. 　　"Take away your dirty hands." 　　With a "brush" sound, Jiang Lingxue backhandedly drew out a delicate slender green steel sword from her waist, pointing it straight at the Xuanwu Pavilion disciple. 　　"I've long heard that the Hundred Herb Hall has a great lady who doesn't refine pills and loves practicing swords." That Xuanwu Sect disciple also drew out a heavy sword from behind him and sneered, "However, how I look at it, that sword of yours looks like an embroidery needle."