After being divorced by the Chosen One

It took Jiang Zhuyue three days to reach the Endless Forest while walking, playing and watching.

Before reaching the Endless Forest, he sold the carriage in a small town ahead.

This time, Jiang Zhuyue was wearing a light blue ordinary monk's robe, carrying a small package, and appeared very inconspicuously in the open space where the monks were stationed in front of the endless forest.

Every time before the endless forest opens, the big sect will let the elite disciples of the school camp here for the night, so that after the endless forest opens, they can grab the good opportunities inside as soon as possible.

After Jiang Zhuyue arrived, he glanced around, and immediately divided the camps of the four major sects according to the patterns on the tents of various colors.

The blue tent of Tianjianzong is naturally the largest, followed by the red tent of Ningxianggu. The black tent of Fengyinmen is almost the same size as the yellow tent of Faxiangzong.

There were still a lot of scattered small tents left, Jiang Zhuyue recited the roster that Lu Wei gave him that day, and he recognized them all.

At this moment, Jiang Zhuyue blinked, and then began to think about which small tent to choose to form a partnership with - many small sects welcome casual cultivators to form a partnership, just hand in the spirit stone, mutual benefit.

And Jiang Zhuyue's current situation is not suitable for being too ostentatious, it would be bad if someone sees through.

Just when Jiang Zhuyue made a circle and was about to choose a small sect specializing in spiritual grass to hand over spirit stones as a partner, he suddenly felt a chilly aura seeping into the flat ground.

Jiang Zhuyue's eyes darkened, and she couldn't help but look back.

Then, Jiang Zhuyue saw a young sword cultivator dressed in a black robe, carrying a long sword, stepping on sharkskin boots, and blindfolded with a black gold belt.

The young monk's figure was extremely slender and straight, like a strong bamboo, and his whole body exuded a faint aura like frost and snow.And his bare|exposed skin in the air is like porcelain just out of the kiln, with a cold light in the whiteness, as if it has been covered with a hard glaze.

Jiang Zhuyue knew that this kind of radiance of the skin must be obtained by body training at least in the middle Yuanying stage.

Squinting her eyes slightly, Jiang Zhuyue thought to herself: Master.

however……

At this moment, Jiang Zhuyue searched through the roster that Lu Wei gave him earlier in his mind, but he couldn't find any introduction about the young swordsman in front of him.

So... who is this person?

Just as Jiang Zhuyue was pondering the speculation in his mind, the young sword repairman had already found a secluded open space and started to meditate.

Seeing this, Jiang Zhuyue couldn't help raising his eyebrows—this person isn't afraid of getting dirty?

However, following the observation, Jiang Zhuyue's expression became more and more subtle.

The young sword cultivator's clothes don't know what kind of material they are made of. Even if he sits on the ground, he won't be stained with any dust. And when he meditates, his body is full of spiritual light, which has already attracted the attention of many small sect monks.

This kind of handwriting is not a disciple of the sect, so...

Jiang Zhuyue's eyes shifted, and he was about to test it out, to see if this unknown master was an enemy or a friend.

A few young monks came out of several small tents opposite, and walked towards the position of the Xuanyi Sword Cultivator with a full face of hospitality.

Seeing this, Jiang Zhuyue slowly stopped, and stood lazily aside with folded arms, watching the changes.

Those young monks were all from a small sect with low strength. If they could win that sword cultivator into the gang, they would have gained a layer of support in grabbing opportunities.

And this time Jiang Zhuyue had already thought about it, if that Jian Xiuzhen joined a small sect, he would follow him.

It is his nature to sit back and reap the rewards!

however--

"Need not."

"No need."

"Feel sorry."

The faint denials spread to Jiang Zhuyue's ears three times in a row, and Jiang Zhuyue couldn't help touching his ears with some regret.

Those young monks were rejected, and they looked embarrassed, but hesitated for a while, and didn't dare to say more, so they could only retreat silently to their tents.

Seeing this, Jiang Zhuyue couldn't help blinking. After a while, he smiled calmly and walked over.

The young sword cultivator was still meditating, his facial features exposed under the black-gold blindfold belt were indifferent and handsome, the bridge of his nose was straight, his thin lips were slightly pale, and the line of his chin was extremely graceful.

It's just that his skin is too white and cold, and his aura is as heavy as frost and snow, and his whole body exudes an aura that strangers should not get close to.

Even worse than the real patient Yan Yan, Jiang Zhuyue secretly slandered him.

However, Jiang Zhuyue smiled now, and took the initiative to sit down in front of the young sword repairman.

He also started to meditate.

As soon as Jiang Zhuyue set up the Qingxin Jue, she felt that the sword cultivator on the opposite side should be looking at him through the blindfold.

He secretly smiled in his heart, but his face remained calm, and he quietly started to get lucky.

And the young sword cultivator looked at Jiang Zhuyue for a while, then seemed to close his eyes, and started to practice again, ignoring the outside world.

Jiang Zhuyue still had three small Zhoutians and one big Zhoutian. After meditating, he silently recited the chapter on Inspiration from the Supreme Being, then took out snacks from his storage bag and started eating.

Go, go, go, go, go, go...

Jiang Zhuyue was born in a famous family, and her family education has always been excellent. She can't eat or sleep, and she doesn't talk at all, which is carried out to the extreme in her daily life.

He did it on purpose.

Sure enough, after Jiang Zhuyue ate half a bag of preserved peaches from Yanjin, two pieces of Tianshan yak jerky, and half a bottle of Persian wine, the sword repairer finally couldn't help it, and opened his mouth coldly.

"Be quiet."

Jiang Zhuyue hooked her lips meaningfully, but showed an innocent expression and said, "Did you bother brother? I'm really sorry."

Xuanyi Jianxiu didn't say a word, got up silently, walked to the other side, and found another place to meditate.

Jiang Zhuyue blinked, and continued to follow, sitting opposite to Xuanyi Jianxiu.

Xuanyi Sword Cultivator:?

But before Xuanyi Jianxiu opened his mouth, Jiang Zhuyue smiled calmly and said: "I feel that Xiongtai's spirit is very good when he is cultivating, and he is quite a model of concentrating energy. Sitting in front of Xiongtai and meditating, he becomes more and more meditative." , so I can’t help but want to observe more, brother, won’t you mind?”

The sword cultivator was silent.

Thousands of wears and wears, flattery does not wear, the longer the sword cultivator is silent, Jiang Zhuyue knows in his heart that his chances of winning are better.

Sure enough, the sword cultivator was silent for a long time, and finally said lightly: "You can do whatever you want."

Jiang Zhuyue showed a successful snicker, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, brother."

Jianxiu didn't answer any more.

But at this time, when those monks from the small sect saw Jiang Zhuyue and the sword cultivator, they couldn't help feeling envious and jealous in their hearts.

If they had known this, they should have pestered that sword repairer a little bit more.

Now that someone has taken the lead, it's not easy for them to drive Jiang Zhuyue away, they can only watch with greed.

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Soon, it was ten o'clock at night, and the passage into the endless forest was about to open in the morning of the second day, so most of the monks couldn't sleep well that night.

Many monks were not in the mood to meditate, so they walked out of their tents and chatted with monks from familiar sects.

"The night before yesterday, I received Bai Xiaosheng's Yinyue's gossip about the situation in the world, and there is another new thing!"

"Let's talk and listen! It's pretty exhausting to be here these days."

"It was said in the miscellaneous talk that Lord Xiaohe of the Heavenly Sword Sect retired Jiang Zhuyue not because he looked down on Jiang Zhuyue and the Jiang family, but because... Lord Xiaohe can't do it!"

"Mr. Xiaohe can't? Is it true or not?"

"It's absolutely true. It was said in the miscellaneous talk that since the Tianjian Sect sent people to Jiang's family to make amends that day, the Jiang family has not been angry at all. The Jiang family master spent a lot of money on the second day and ordered people to go privately to find a way to warm the yang and invigorate the kidneys. Fang. If it's not for Mr. Xiaohe, then for whom?"

"It's true. After all, Patriarch Jiang has never remarried, and Jiang Zhuyue has a yin body, so he doesn't need that kind of prescription. Tsk tsk tsk... In this way, Mr. Xiaohe is really unlucky."

"Isn't it? Jiang's family is rich, and Jiang Zhuyue is the number one beauty in Yunzhou mainland. Although his level is too low, his yin body can hold up to hundreds of ordinary furnaces. In-laws and Taoist companions, what else can I ask for?"

"It's just—"

Jiang Zhuyue almost burst out laughing when he heard everyone's discussion.

Lu Wei's movements were too fast. Now, the entire Yunzhou mainland would know that Mr. Xiaohe was 'not good'.

Just when Jiang Zhuyue listened with gusto, and couldn't help but want to go to intervene quietly, a cold snort and a strong coercion poured over here.

Jiang Zhuyue frowned, and immediately used his inner breath to protect his body. Even so, his temple hair and robe were still slightly messed up by the strong wind.

And the other unsuspecting monks were directly shaken by the coercion, and began to scold their mothers.

Immediately afterwards, a voice that was cold but familiar to Jiang Zhuyue rang out.

"Fellow daoists are talking about Tianjianzong's private affairs behind their backs, do you think our Tianjianzong disciples are easy to bully?"

Oh open?

It turned out to be Xiao Han's admirer, Meng Jiusi, who ranked fourth in Tianjianzong.

A schadenfreude smile appeared on Jiang Zhuyue's face, thinking: Let's fight, fight!

And the few monks who were shaken by the coercion felt a little guilty when they saw Meng Jiusi.

Meng Jiusi's character is hot and indifferent, and he is the most merciless. Now those monks looked at each other, and then they were cowardly, and said embarrassingly: "We just heard something new, we didn't take it seriously, and we don't want to have half of Xiaohe-jun. Disrespect, fellow Daoist Meng, don't care about it..."

Jiang Zhuyue: ...

Isn't this too cowardly?

Just when Jiang Zhuyue was feeling dissatisfied, Meng Jiusi sneered again and said, "Brother retired because he had a heart for heaven and didn't want to be fettered by the world. How can it be as unbearable as you said?"

Those monks were sweating coldly, even claiming it was true.

"As for the Jiang family, to be disrespectful, I, Meng Jiusi, have never felt that our first disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, the number one disciple of the Yunzhou Continent, is not worthy of the Jiang family. They are the ones who have climbed the ranks of the Jiang family."

Jiang Zhuyue frowned instantly.

And Meng Jiusi would sneer now, and said again: "As for your so-called Tianyin body, it is just a vulgar thing to our senior brother. He has no desires, no desires, high-mindedness, he doesn't look down on it, and he doesn't need it."

The monks hung their heads and looked pale, so they could only agree with each other.

Jiang Zhuyue: ...

Who did he provoke?Mr. Xiaohe's divorce is none of his business, why did he step on it?

The baby is innocent!

After Meng Jiusi finished speaking, seeing that none of the monks dared to refute, there was a contemptuous smile on his lips, and he was about to turn around and leave when suddenly, a strong wind hit——

No one expected that the silent sword cultivator would make a move.

But Jianxiu's move was like a gust of wind and lightning. Meng Jiusi was about to draw his sword to resist, but he was already knocked to the ground by the strong wind.

Meng Jiusi:!

Meng Jiusi stood up suddenly, with hatred in his eyes like a knife, he glared at the sword repair place fiercely.

But he didn't expect that his face was already stained with dust and embarrassed.

Turning around, he happened to be facing Jiang Zhuyue. Seeing this, Jiang Zhuyue was startled, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.