Xiuxian Work Log

Chapter 143 Early Reform

Lin Qingyue and Yang Zishen looked at each other.

The disciples of the Discipline Hall were as cold as ice.

Disciple: "Yesterday, at the foot of the cliffs of Qinghe Peak, outer disciple Lin Qingyue used a spherical object to fly into the sky, but was knocked away by a passing disciple from Wuwang Peak, Yang Zishen. The teaching elder, Elder Song, was out looking for a friend when he was hit on the head by the spherical object."

Disciple: "We have detected the presence of Lin Qingyue and Yang Zishen on that spherical object. Elder Song said that there is no need to pursue the matter."

Disciple: "But the attack is a fact. The elders of the Discipline Hall believe that the death penalty is waived but the punishment is not. They ordered the two to pay for all expenses of Elder Song's medical treatment and shock. In addition, each of them will go to the sword forging room to forge 10,000 iron swords."

Actually, that wasn't the original words, the disciple thought silently. Elder Li of the Discipline Hall, enraged in the past, seemed to still be before his eyes.

Elder Li: "This is outrageous! This is outrageous! Scheming against our master in the Purple Sun Sword Sect! Disrespecting our elders! Acting so arrogantly!"

Disciple: "It wasn't a conspiracy, it was an accident."

Elder Li stepped forward and scolded him, "So what if it was an accident? Did Elder Song deserve to be hit by the flying sword?! What if it was a new disciple who got hit? Would he die? Who owes them?!"

Elder Li: "He must be severely punished! So what if his master is Wu Kun! So what if his parents are Taoist Wu Hua and Taoist Shan Yi! Does he have two heads or three? Does he have three hands or four? Is he incredibly ugly or incredibly handsome?"

The disciple knew what to do and didn't dare to say anything. Although he wanted to say that having parents like Taoist Wuhua and Taoist Shanyi allowed him to walk all over the world of immortal cultivation, he knew that Elder Li was angry and would not listen.

As expected, after Elder Li thought it over, he said, "Ten thousand iron swords, no less. Also, go to the school gate and post a notice asking them not to throw objects from high places. Those who violate this will be sent to the sword forging room to forge ten thousand iron swords."

The disciple nodded and was about to post the notice.

Suddenly he thought of something and stopped.

Disciple: "By the way, what if it wasn't thrown by someone from the Ziyang Sword Sect?"

Elder Li clenched his fists and said, "Activate the formation and make them fly around the Ziyang Sword Sect. If they still refuse to listen, then fight with swords for the rest of their lives!"

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Disciple: "If you have no objections, please go to the sword-forging room and receive your punishment now."

Lin Qingyue and Yang Zishen had no objections, but Lin Qingyue asked, "Do we have to keep hitting until we have reached 10,000 swords before we can release it? Or as long as we reach 10,000 swords, we can do other things the rest of the time?"

The disciple looked at Lin Qingyue and said, "Punishment, punishment. If you do it so casually, what kind of punishment is that? You will stay in the sword-forging room until you are punished."

Lin Qingyue: "Can someone deliver food?"

Disciple: "That's fine. The Sword Forging Room won't be responsible for your meals."

Disciple: "Any more questions?"

Lin Qingyue shook his hand: "No more, no more."

*

When we came out of the Discipline Hall, the night had darkened.

The disciple from the Discipline Hall walked in front, while Lin Qingyue and Yang Zishen walked behind. From a distance, there was no light, only three vague black shadows.

Lin Qingyue didn't know how long they had been walking. She only knew that even though that disciple was flying with his sword, and Yang Zishen was flying with her, the sky was still dark, and they still couldn't reach the sword forging room.

According to a disciple, the Zi Yang Sword Sect loses hundreds of iron swords every day. Because the iron swords are free, all disciples who are still using iron swords have to send the damaged iron swords to the sword forging room before they can receive new iron swords.

The people in the sword-forging room are responsible for melting the damaged iron swords and re-forging them. The people in the sword-forging room are disciples of Zi Yang Sword Sect who have committed various crimes.

The offending disciple Lin Qingyue looked at the bottom of the abyss and was forced back by the heat that hit him.

Lin Qingyue: "How do we go on like this?"

Disciple: "You can go down by yourself, or I can help you."

Lin Qingyue had a bad feeling, "How can you help me?"

The disciple smiled and said, "I'll kick you down."

A humming sound rang out, and Lin Qingyue turned his head. Yang Zishen was no longer there, only the wellhead, glowing red.

Turning back, the disciples of the Discipline Hall looked at her silently.

Lin Qingyue endured the heat and walked to the wellhead, then climbed down the ladder.

The figure gradually disappeared at the bottom of the well. The disciple watched Lin Qingyue go in and used the colorless mirror to tell Old Man Yu at the bottom of the well.

Disciple: "Outer sect disciple Lin Qingyue and inner sect disciple Yang Zishen of Hopeless Peak each receive 10,000 iron swords."

Not long after, an old and hoarse voice was heard.

"Yang Zishen? Isn't that Wu Kun's beloved disciple?"

"Even proud children like them can make mistakes? Hahahahahahahahaha, this is really making me die of laughter! Wu Kun will also have this day! Hahahaha~ cough cough cough——"

The disciple put away the colorless mirror and did not return to the old man.

I don’t know whether what awaits this favored child of heaven will be old man Yu’s deliberate revenge.

But what do these things have to do with him, a small disciple of the Discipline Hall?

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In the school, someone patted Wen Lingyun on the shoulder from behind, and Wen Lingyun turned around.

It’s Wang Bielin.

"Hey, Wen Lingyun." Wang Bielin came closer, his eyes a little nervous.

"Where's Lin Qingyue? Isn't she with you?"

Sister Qingyue...

Wen Lingyun thought of the empty room. Lin Qingyue didn't leave any message before leaving.

Wen Lingyun: "I don't know where Sister Qingyue went."

"Is she safe? We agreed to practice sword skills together this afternoon." Wang Bielin muttered to himself, but he noticed that Wen Lingyun was looking straight at him, and his tone became uncertain.

"It shouldn't be what I thought, right?"

*

"That's the thing. If Wen Lingyun wasn't so worried about his sister, we wouldn't have come looking for you."

In the outer cafeteria, Wang Bielin and Wen Lingyun sat in front of Meng Nianchun.

The cafeteria was noisy, but Meng Nianchun could still hear what Wang Bielin said.

He bit the greens and swallowed them, feeling a little lazy.

"why?"

Wang Bielin was confused: "Why?"

Meng Nianchun said again: "Why should I help you?"

The small wooden sword on the table flew up and hit Meng Nianchun's back of the hand wildly.

"Chunjiao, stop hitting me." Meng Nianchun said lightly, but Chunjiao didn't listen.

Wang Bielin was a little angry: "Isn't Lin Qingyue your friend?"

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