Pulling Together a Villain Reformation Strategy Chapter 82: Fanwai one year, bright lights return (1)

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Jiang Xunyi looked at the rice bowl in front of him, couldn't help but sighed silently, slowly moved away the chopsticks on the bowl, moved cautiously, and rolled his eyes at the tabletop, saying, "Master As soon as I left the house, this old lady started doing it again, crazy."

August 15th coincides with the Mid-Autumn Festival, which is also the day when the legendary Master Ti Ming took him back 16 years ago, so it is also counted as Jiang Xunyi’s birthday. The immortal Master Ti Ming only said that he would go down the mountain for a tour, and he hurried away without explaining the specific whereabouts. Now he has not come back. The two elders have always been cultivating and not dealing with the younger generation of disciples. With everyone sitting and dining together, the celebration of the festive season fell on the self-conscious and scattered people.

Everyone knows that Zihui Sanren doesn't like Jiang Xunyi. Although there is no way to investigate the reason, as long as Jiang Xunyi is not in front of Master Timing, his uncle can always follow the principle of "no mistakes, make mistakes, but also punish", find faults and teach Jiang Xunyi. But the thunder cannot move. Pian Sheng Jiang Xunyi has a stubborn personality. After being punished, he would neither admit his mistakes nor file a complaint. In addition, the self-hui Sanren was originally his elder, and even if he was punished, other people could not challenge him.

Master is not on the mountain, even the wooden knotted Jiangmo Building knows that this period is a high-risk period for self-dissipating people and rabies, and he is also mentally nervous. At this time, the meeting has not officially opened. He is sitting next to Jiang Xunyi. Seeing the brother's movements, he immediately touched him with his elbow, and said in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Xunyi pointed to the bowl in front of him with his chin: "I'm here again, if it wasn't for someone to put this bowl on me, I would eat the table today."

He didn't say that Jiang Mo Tower hadn't noticed yet. He was surprised when he heard the words and looked carefully, and said angrily: "Sacrificial bowl?"

The sacrificial bowl was originally a magical instrument used to condense incense before the memorial tablets of the heads of the past dynasties. Each person is one. The bottom of the bowl is engraved with all the achievements of the head of the life, polished with red stone from the extreme south. , Very precious, I don't know who came up with the loss, and stole it for Jiang Xunyi as a job. And he dared to rely on his years of experience to affirm that either something was added to the meal or something was done on the bowl.

It's all **** routine.

Jiang Xunyi said: "Yes, you are not mistaken, don't stare so wide. Molou, I advise you to sit away from me, lest you get hurt for a while."

Jiang Molou frowned, ignoring Jiang Xunyi's words, but whispered with a little anger: "Master will leave the customs and I don't know when, it's not always like this..."

He hadn't finished speaking, since Hui Sanren had already come in, all the disciples quickly got up to greet each other, Jiang Xunyi also stood up, his expression was not respectful, and he looked at the ground boredly.

He's not a big fan, but Zihui's uncle is his uncle. It is natural for the elders to educate the younger. Jiang Xunyi wants to resist thoroughly. The only way is to betray the sect. However, not to mention that Master Ti Ming has nurtured him for more than ten years. Jiang Xunyi has a deep affection for the Lingyin faction and cannot do this. Even if he is positioned according to the role of the plot, he is indeed a childhood experience. The dark mentality is distorted, and when he grows up, he hates the villain of the protagonist. These things have to be experienced at all.

Other books are all the protagonists selling miserably. "Clouds from the Sky" just took a different approach, splitting the sadness and the cool points, and using him as a villain to abuse him, Yun Xie Naiyou is only responsible for the coolness. , Is also wonderful.

After saluting, they all sat down. When Jiang Xunyi saw the bowl, he knew that Zihui was definitely going to do something. He couldn't hide, and he was not low-key. He put his cheek on the table with one hand, carelessly. I dipped the head of my chopsticks in vegetable soup and painted beautiful women on the table to play with, which is especially eye-catching among the disciples who bow their heads and eat.

The emperor is not in a hurry, and the **** is in a hurry. Jiang Molou was only fifteen at the time. Seeing him look like a broken jar, he first got worried. Where can I eat? Randomly poke the rice in the bowl with chopsticks a few times, took another peek at Zihui, and carefully touched Peng Jiang Xunyi's knee with his leg underneath.

Jiang Xunyi kicked his leg back.

Jiang Mo Tower: "..."

Forget it, his life state often switches between the two modes of "being irritated by Jiang Xunyi" and "being angry and unwilling to get angry at him", and he is used to it.

Zhihui said: "Jiang Xunyi, others are bowing their heads to eat, what are you doing?"

Jiang Xunyi said: "If you return to Master, I am not hungry today."

Since Hui Hui’s eyebrows were slightly picked, Huang Yan already pretended to be surprised: "Huh? Brother, what bowl are you using, why is it different from ours?"

Jiang Xunyi hugged his chest and leaned on the back of the chair, and said lazily: "Junior Brother Huang, I think you are in the wrong line. If your swordsmanship is half as good as your rudder skills, it won't be here. I haven't even learned the Yujian. Brother recommends that you don't practice in Lingyin anymore. It's better to be a promising person in a teahouse."

Zhuhui slapped the table sharply, and the cups and plates in front of the circle of people around the shaking shook, and said angrily: "Presumptuous! Jiang Xunyi, you are a dignified cultivator, and as the chief disciple, how dare you Openly uttering such kind of public language in front of the juniors, what style is it?"

It was a good Mid-Autumn Festival, but it was so ugly that no one can eat it anymore. The disciples did not dare to publicly watch them, so they had to bury their heads and count the rice grains in the bowl. They did not dare to get out of the air. Among them, there were many disciples who had good friends with Jiang Xun, but this matter was not once or twice. Everyone knew that Zihui was getting angry, and the more he interrupted the other party, the more he became worse. I was afraid that Jiang Xunyi would be punished more severely, so no one said much.

So in the silence, the faint cracking sound became clear, and the bowl in front of Jiang Xunyi broke into several pieces.

Jiang Xunyi glanced at the bowl boringly, unable to even pretend to be surprised.

Huang Yan's acting skills are very exaggerated: "This, isn't this bowl for the ancestor Ling?! Big brother, you actually broke it!"

Jiang Molou suddenly got up and said angrily: "Huang Yan, you don't want to spit people! That bowl is obviously..."

This stupid kid with a streak can still maintain a mysterious temperament with a cold and handsome face. He has to be anxious every time he encounters Jiang Xunyi, and he suddenly reveals the true nature of the bear. Seeing that he was about to utter the sentence "The bowl was clearly broken by Uncle Hui Hui" from the offender. Fortunately, Jiang Xunyi's eyesight was quick, and Shengsheng pressed him back to the seat, interrupting the second half of the conversation.

Jiang Xunyi held Jiang Molou's shoulder with one hand and firmly suppressed him, but instead of looking at him, he looked at Huang Yan and smiled lazily and said: "Zhi Hui Shishu is just a'lightly' pat. I got off the table, and everyone else’s bowl was all right. Why did the one who was born with me broke? Obviously, I broke it before but didn’t dare to say anything. I was only discovered at this time, right?"

Huang Yan: "..." lines were robbed.

Jiang Xunyi glanced at him disdainfully, and secretly squeezed Jiang Molou's shoulder as a comfort under the cover of his sleeve, got up from the seat, turned his head and left.

Zihui scattered people shouted: "Come back! Do you have any rules? What do you want to do?"

Jiang Xunyi said: "I played a bowl, I am guilty, I'm sorry for the school, I'm sorry for the ancestors, I will kneel in the ancestral hall."

Zhihui said: "You are back."

Jiang Xunyi was extremely impatient with her, but he couldn't help but walked back slowly.

Zhihui said: "Come to me."

Jiang Xunyi walked over and stood in front of her. He was already tall and tall, and since he was sitting again, he became shorter and shorter. Jiang Xunyi looked at her thoughtfully, and suddenly a kind of junior high school basketball broke the office glass and faced him. The sense of sight of the old lady in the teaching office was suddenly lost, and she wanted to laugh a little, so she quickly pursed her mouth.

In fact, Jiang Xunyi is rude to look straight at the elders like this, but under his gaze with a three-point smile, Zihui Sanren unexpectedly looked away, and after subconsciously dodging, he became steady again. Mind, when I spoke again, my voice was no longer as severe as it was at the beginning: "I didn't give an order, what ancestral hall did you kneel in? Nothing, read your first offense, now let me admit a mistake."

Jiang Xunyi raised his eyebrows and said: "The broken piece is the sacrificial bowl of Grand Master Ling, why should I admit my mistake to the uncle? Forgive my disciple for being dull, a little puzzled."

Zhihui said: "You look at me."

Jiang Xunyi had just looked away, but when she said that, she looked back in a daze, but she felt that her self-wise complexion was a little red, probably because she was angry, but the others were still a nose and two eyes. , It's nothing special, I really don't know what I want to see.

Zhihui scattered people reprimanded: "You are optimistic, now that Brother Ti Ming is not here, I am the person in charge of this Lingyin. Jiang Xunyi, I know that you are very famous since you were young, but you don’t want anyone. No matter who is right or wrong, you just need to know that the person in charge of your life is me, and of course you have to kneel down and confess your mistakes. I’ve long been unaccustomed to your arrogant look, and it’s the same on weekdays. I’m spoiled by my seniors—now you kneel before me, admit your mistakes and reflect on your mistakes. As long as I hear your sincerity, you don’t need to go to this ancestral hall today."

Zhihui Sanren has been the only female disciple of this generation since she was a child. She has grown up like a star holding the moon. Because she is from a famous family, she is indeed outstanding, and she is also the target of monks. However, she is the only teacher and nephew, let her No matter how hard I tried, I didn't even look at her, but it aroused the thought of embarrassing him even more. It can be said that so far, achieving "let Jiang Xunyi yield" is her greatest pursuit.

However, the fierce work can't be frustrated. For Jiang Xunyi, these peculiar brain circuits are nothing short of a fantasy. The only thought is that this old lady is sick, sick, and really sick!

It’s nothing more than kneeling the ancestor. It’s absolutely impossible for her to kneel. What's more, under all the eyes of all the people, Zihui is like this. Jiang Xun listened to Ge Ying and sneered: "Uncle Zihui must Who is older than who is older, then I am willing to bow down to the wind, but other than that, in terms of morality, demeanor, and Xunyi, I really don’t see that the uncle can be a role model in any aspect. Kneel you?"

Hehe.

He didn't say anything afterwards, just snorted in disdain.

Jiang Xunyi always opened which pot and didn't lift which pot, and spoke very viciously. Zihui was confused by his taunting skills, trembling with anger, glanced at the broken bowl on the table and raised his hand. He grabbed it, and smashed it over according to Jiang Xunyi's mindlessly.

Jiang Xunyi tilted his head, the broken bowl piece did not scratch his face, but hit his forehead heavily, and suddenly blood gushed out, flowing down his cheeks, condensing a blood red on his face.

When he was in the modern home, he was a young master held by his parents and brothers in his palms. Although he was in poor health, he had never suffered such a grievance. It’s just unlucky to become such a character. I have been used to wearing books for 16 years. I just wiped the corners of my eyes with a sleeve lightly after being beaten, so as not to lose sight of the blood. As for the wound, I didn’t care at all. .

Zihui angrily said: "It's your turn! You rolled me to the ancestral hall and knelt for three days and three nights. You are not allowed to get up, let alone eat or drink, if I don't lift the restriction. Think about where you are wrong. ! If you come out after three days and still don’t think of repentance, then roll me in again and starve to death!"

Jiang Xunyi muttered: "I know that I will kneel down at the ancestral hall in the end.

Zihui threw a piece of broken bowl over again, his face turned blue with anger: "Hurry up!"

Jiang Xunyi slipped and dodged, and walked away without looking back.

A group of disciples who were sitting still not daring to move took a peek at the terrifying uncle, then turned their heads and glanced at his back, with all their faces in admiration.

Lingyin Mountain is located in the north, with high terrain, snow all year round, and cold weather. Yunxie always loves the scenery with flowers and flowers. When he was young, he complained that this is only a place where monks are willing to live. But as he grows older, he feels that the mountain seems cold and lonely, but it is hard to tell. Cute, I don’t know where it’s cute, but it just makes people feel good when they come.

He carried a jar in his hand and swayed it with a brisk pace—it was the famous pine mash from Changsha. It not only has a mellow taste, but also has the miraculous effect of removing dampness and cold, but so far Many skills have been lost, it is difficult to find authentic ones. Yunxie spent seven days and seven nights in Changsha for Jiang Xunyi's birthday, only to find an altar for twenty years at a high price in a family of wine making. The person who made wine at the time is no longer in the world. It can be said that there is only this altar in this world. In his excitement, even Yang Xianshan can't look back, and directly rushes over to offer Jiang Xunyi's treasure.

Yun Xie was delayed back and forth, the time was a little late, and she was about to miss Jiang Xunyi's birthday. Although she knew that the other party would not care about such small things, Yun Xie was a little bit worried in her heart. Yang Xianzong and Lingyin faction had always made good friends. In order to show respect, he didn't want to use the sword at other people's mountain gates at will, but his footsteps got worse.

Finally arrived at the gate of Lingyin Mountain. Yun Xie saw a group of female disciples looking forward to it from a distance, and was not surprised at all—there were not many female disciples of Lingyin School, but like other schools, every time After learning the news that he was coming, they would all rush to the mountain gate to wait, trying to see his demeanor, Yun Xie has long been used to it.

With a smile on his lips, he looked very handsome, but he didn't say hello to any of the women. While allowing them to watch them calmly, he nodded to the two Lingyin disciples who rushed out.

The two disciples were originally in charge of reception, and they were not unfamiliar with Yun Xie. Just after leaving the meeting, they received the news of his coming, and rushed out in a hurry.

A disciple smiled and said: "Why did Brother Yun come here in person and didn't send anyone to tell me in advance? I'll have to come out early to meet you. Oh, it's really rude and rude."

How smart Yun Xie is. When I heard what he meant, I realized something was wrong—this Lingyin sent him to run eight times a day without saying that he came a lot. Everyone knew that he came. There was only one purpose, and that was to find Jiang Xunyi, and to welcome others. The more polite this disciple said, the more proof that something happened.

Yun paused for a while and asked bluntly: "It coincides with the Mid-Autumn Festival. It is a very unpleasant day. I think Master Shu Zhihui must be crazy again?"

Even if he knows that he is so arrogant, and has always been dissatisfied with self-dissociation because of Jiang Xunyi’s affairs, Yun Xie’s behavior of standing at the door of the other’s mountain and mocking the elders still made the disciple who had just spoken couldn’t help it. His face turned green, and he said with a smile: "Brother Yun said and laughed..."

Yun Xie said with a cold face: "Who is laughing at you? Where is your big brother?"

Another disciple has been trying to speak since just now, but he was always blocked by his companions. At this moment, watching Yun Xie looked over, he couldn't help it anymore and said in a low voice: "Brother Yun, Da Brother was punished to kneel at the ancestral hall again, and he didn’t even have any food. I’m bothered to talk to the uncle Zihui, and your face will definitely be given..."

Yun Xie's face sank like water, and an unnamed fire rose in his heart immediately. Before the other party could finish speaking, he cut his mouth and said: "I know, thank you."

Before the voice fell, the man had disappeared before the mountain gate.