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Hearing that, Yun Muzi's body trembled violently, his pupils suddenly shrank, how could such a secret be known by Feng Ling Jue?

Listening to the disciples' discussion, Yun Muzi felt that he could no longer continue, and shouted coldly: "Nonsense! Feng Ling Jue, where did you hear such nonsense? "

At this time, Feng Ling Jue blinked his eyes in a daze, and said as if he didn't know anything, "So it isn't true? "I heard from the storytellers at the foot of the mountain that his words were true."

At this time, Yun Muzi's complexion looked a little better. If this matter were to be spread out, then where would the face of the Immortal God Realm go?

"Nonsense, how can you believe such words that are spoken in the market? "You go stand in the hallway!"

Yun Muzi waved his hand, and said coldly.

"Tch."

Feng Lingju smacked his lips and did not put on airs. He turned his head and walked outside. What was there to be afraid of if a man could bend and stretch his arms? It was just a punishment station.

Seeing Feng Ling Jue walk out so righteously, directly, Yun Muzi was so angry that he nearly vomited blood.

Feng Ling Jue, on the other hand, was enjoying the tranquility. He took out the jade pendant from his bosom and started to play with it. The jade pendant was engraved with many patterns. It looked very complicated, but no matter how one looked at it, it was just an ordinary jade pendant.

The expression in Feng Lingjue's eyes when he looked at the jade pendant was one of rare seriousness. There was nothing to be seen.

"Da Da."

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps rang out. Feng Ling Jue immediately put away the jade pendant in his hand, and then turned his head to look at the man who was slowly walking over.

The moment he appeared, the entire world seemed to turn dark, only leaving behind the sound of his footsteps and his fairy-like figure.

Feng Ling Jue couldn't help but shiver from having such a dangerous thought.

He must be blind.

Feng Ling Jue nodded his head in agreement. However, no matter how much he tried to shift his gaze away from that person, it would all be in vain.

Shen Qingchen stopped in front of him, narrowed her almond-shaped eyes, looked at Feng Lingjue, and asked with some suspicion, "What are you doing here?"

"It's so obvious?"

Feng Ling definitely put his hands behind his head as he lazily said, "I'll punish you by standing."

"Stand?"

Shen Qingchen's face changed slightly, a thin layer of icy mist unconsciously condensed in her eyes, "What have you done again?"

The icy mist in his eyes was somewhat dazzling. Feng Ling Jue frowned slightly, and impatiently asked: "What does this have to do with you?"

"You!"

Shen Qingchen frowned. Just as he was about to speak, Yun Muzi had already walked out and explained, "Qingchen, this shitty brat is blabbering nonsense in the academy. That's why I allowed him to stand in the corridor."

Shen Qingchen shot a glance at Feng Ling Jue, and Feng Ling Jue shrunk his neck back. "Elder, please pass Feng Ling Jue to Qing Chen. Qing Chen will definitely discipline you more."

Hearing this, Yun Muzi stroked his white beard, and thought for a moment. "Since you, Qingchen, have spoken like this, then you can either take Feng Ling Jue back to properly discipline him."

When Feng Ling Jue heard this, his expression immediately changed, but before he could even complain, Shen Qingchen had already opened his mouth. "Thank you, Elder Yun."

"Hurry up and bring him away. I originally wanted to report this to the Sect Leader, but since you're here, let's forget about this matter."

Yun Muzi glanced at the reluctant Feng Lingjue and snorted coldly, "Feng Lingjue, you must listen to the teachings of Tantai Chen. Otherwise, I won't forgive you."

"You!"

Just as Feng Lingjue was about to flare up, an immortal binding rope had already wrapped around his body and tightly tied him up. He looked towards the other side of the rope and saw a slender, white, jade-like hand.

"Don't say too much."

Shen Qingchen roared coldly, he grabbed onto the other end of the Immortal-Strapping Rope and dragged Feng Lingjue away, Shen Qingchen did not even turn back as he walked forward. Feng Lingjue lightly breathed out, and the Immortal-Strapping Rope automatically fell off, causing him to hold onto the other end helplessly. This was an Immortal-Strapping Rope, how could he be bound like this?

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Shen Qingchen finally stopped at the side of a lotus pond. Feng Ling Jue was still humming, and immediately shut his mouth.

"Do you know your wrongs?"

Shen Qingchen turned around and looked at Feng Ling Jue, his eyes cold and proud, but there was a certain lethality about them. That kind of cleanliness made the feeling in Feng Ling Jue's heart rise up once again.

"What did I do wrong?"

Feng Ling Jue spoke in a low voice, his voice somewhat hoarse, but it still sounded like he was playing with the world.

At the very least, you will be chased out of the Mount Kunlun. Moreover, you are stained with evil deeds, do you think that if this matter were to spread to the ears of the Sect Leader, he wouldn't severely punish you? "

Shen Qingchen was a little angry.

"So, you're concerned about me?"

Feng Ling Jue smiled mischievously as he walked towards Shen Qingchen.

Shen Qingchen snorted, "I won't favor any of the Mount Kunlun's disciples, but I won't helplessly watch you go down the wrong path either."

"Even though you said that, why are your attitudes towards other disciples and towards me so vastly different?"

While he was speaking, he had already arrived in front of Shen Qingchen. Shen Qingchen was about the same height as him, so it just so happened that they were equal.

Shen Qingchen was expressionless, and unnaturally, could not be seen, as he said indifferently, "I am teaching you in accordance to your talent."

"This is your ability to teach?"

Feng Lingjue stretched out his hands that were tied up with immortal bundles, and purposely waved them in front of Shen Qingchen's eyes.

Shen Qingchen coughed dryly, he formed a seal with one hand, and the Immortal Trapping Rope slowly disappeared, and said coldly, "You reap what you sow, and you reap what you sow."

Feng Ling Jue choked. These words really did seem to make a bit of sense.

"From now on, don't cause too much trouble. Otherwise, don't blame me for hanging you and teaching you a lesson."

Shen Qingchen warned "fiercely".

This kind of intimidation had no effect on Feng Lingju. He only felt that his fierce appearance was abnormally adorable, so he casually agreed.

In the past few days, Feng Ling Jue had been rather obedient, and had indeed not caused any trouble. Just when Shen Qingchen thought that this prodigal son of Feng Ling Jue was finally going to turn back, Feng Ling Jue, with the spirit of not stopping until something happened, had perfectly made his life into a mess.

Feng Lingjue got up early in the morning to clean up the library, and holding a wooden bucket, he ran to the river to fetch water. Just as he walked to the river bank, he saw Shen Qingchen leading a few disciples to meditate by the waterfall.

Feng Lingjue let out a strange laugh, and swaggered to the side of the river under the waterfall. Beside him was Shen Qingchen, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, and Feng Ling Jue picked up a rock, "accidentally" and threw it heavily onto the river beside Shen Qingchen.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]