The rivers and lakes are full of vests

Just three words, like a reassurance needle, calmed Fu Peibai's restless heart.

"Pour me another glass."

Fu Peibai picked up the pot and poured it out, but there was only a little remnant in the pot, "Peak Master, I'm out of wine, I'll go to the back mountain to get a pot."

"Go."

So she happily went out of the hall with the empty jug, and met Mo Qingyuan who was leaning against a large pillar on one side and smiling sinisterly.

"It really is you. Just now I saw that the figure looks like you. Because my father is here, I didn't look carefully. I didn't expect it to be you. Fu Peibai, why are you here?"

The smile on the corner of Fu Peibai's mouth disappeared for a moment, she frowned and asked, "Are you okay?"

Mo Qingyuan rubbed his chin, looked around Fu Peibai, "Look at you, you didn't become a disciple of Tianji Sect, but you became a handyman, right? It also fits your status, and the insects in the ground still want to fly away Soaring to the sky, it’s ridiculous, you heard it just now, I’m going to join the Tianji sect soon, do you know why? Because it’s doomed from birth, people like you can only crawl in the mud forever, You can only be a servant forever, don't dream of getting things you don't deserve, in this life, you will obediently be a servant who serves tea and water, understand?" Mo Qingyuan said while using the back of his hand Throwing it lightly on Fu Peibai's face was extremely insulting.

Fu Peibai closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and endured the roiling anger in his heart, opened his eyes a few seconds later, with an indifferent expression, "Have you finished? I have something to do after I finish."

This look again, this attitude again!Although he was a lowly person, yet he wanted to put on a face that everyone looked down upon, Mo Qingyuan spat in a low voice, "Stop!", and grabbed Fu Peibai's arm as he spoke, not letting her go.

"Did I let you go? Did I say you can go?!"

Fu Peibai withdrew his hand violently, patted his arm in disgust, "Then what else do you want?"

This action undoubtedly stimulated Mo Qingyuan, he lifted his foot, and kicked Fu Peibai's chest with all his strength, kicking her straight a few meters away, before she could get up, Mo Qingyuan strode up again Stepping on her chest, he said ruthlessly, "Aren't you very powerful? Come on, let me see your skills again, or call someone to save you!"

Fu Peibai gasped in her throat. She couldn't move her body, but her arms were still flexible. When she turned her head, she saw the wine jug falling on the side. Without even thinking about it, she picked up the wine jug and pointed it at Mo Qingyuan's knee. Smash it hard.

Mo Qingyuan let go of her legs in pain, and Fu Peibai also got up, she wiped off the ashes from her chest, and stared at him fiercely.

Mo Qingyuan hugged his knees and hopped, uttering some obscenities that were difficult to hear.

Fu Peibai didn't want to talk to him anymore, picked up the jug and turned to leave, but heard the words behind him, "You bitch bastard! You bitch!"

Blood rushed straight to the top of her head, her brain was buzzing, her eyes were red, she turned around slowly, and paused every word, "You, say, what?"

Mo Qingyuan thought that Fu Peibai's sore spot was mentioned, and became even more arrogant, "I said you are a bastard born by a bitch, why, was I right? Hahahaha, it turns out that you are such a dirty thing, I hate you even if I touch you Dirty, your mother's body has been slept to death, your father is her number one benefactor, hahaha."

"Bang!", the jug flew straight towards Mo Qingyuan's face, hitting the bridge of his nose hard.

Mo Qingyuan raised his hand to touch it, and the glaring nosebleed dripped on most of his palm.

He was spoiled and pampered since he was a child, no matter where he was injured like this, he came up in a rage, wiped away the blood from his nose, roared and rushed towards Fu Peibai.

The two immediately scuffled and did a bunch of fighting. They basically didn't have any moves. They just relied on brute force to fight fiercely. Fu Peibai was smaller and couldn't beat Mo Qingyuan, but she could bear it. She didn't feel any pain in her body at all, as if she was unconscious, she didn't defend at all, and only cared about her attack.

Her reckless way of fighting scared Mo Qingyuan. Mo Qingyuan was in great pain, and hurriedly got away and ran towards the main hall.

Fu Peibai strode to catch up, broke Mo Qingyuan's shoulder, and directly hit the opponent's head with his head. After a dull bang, blood oozed from the foreheads of both of them. Mo Qingyuan looked at the red-eyed young man as if seeing Like a ghost, he was so frightened that he rolled and crawled, shouting "Help!"

Fu Peibai has lost her mind, and her mind is full of what this man insulted her mother just now. For the first time, she has a killing intent. She wants to kill this man, kill him. Driven by this thought, she slowly walked towards Mo Qingyuan on the ground.

But then with a "swoosh", a long sword flew towards her at a high speed, passing by her ear, and piercing towards the big pillar behind her.

Immediately, a group of people poured out of the hall, Lu Wencheng was the leader, looking at the two of them sullenly, "What are you doing?!"

Mo Qingyuan got up and rushed behind Mo Yuanzhong as if he had seen a life-saving god. Nosebleeds, runny nose, and tears covered his face. He still looked arrogant just now, and said tremblingly: "Father, father, he wants to kill you!" Me, he is going to kill me, save me, save me!"

Mo Yuanzhong looked at the appearance of his only son, and his heart ached unbearably. Without saying a word, he threw a palm from the air, and Fu Peibai bowed his back as if he had been hit, and flew straight back a few meters and fell to the ground.

After the slap, Mo Yuanzhong was still angry and roared: "Who are you?! How dare you hurt my son so far?!"

"Master Mo calm down, how about we figure out what happened first and then punish him?"

Mo Yuanzhong was trembling with anger, but Lu Wencheng still wanted to sell his face, so he could only say in a low voice: "This matter happened in Tianji Sect, I hope Sect Master Lu will give me an explanation!"

After Lu Wencheng comforted Mo Yuanzhong, he shouted at Fu Peibai on the ground, "Who are you? Tell me your name."

Fu Peibai was stunned by that palm, unable to speak at all, his eyes turned black, and he looked vaguely at the familiar white figure in the crowd over there, and the next moment, that figure stood up.

"If you go back to your father, this person is a servant in my peak."

Lu Wencheng said in a deep voice, "What's your name?"

Lu Yanran lowered her eyes, "Fu Peibai."

As soon as these words came out, veins popped out of Mo Yuanzhong's neck, and his face turned grim, "He is Fu Peibai?! He is the kid who spoke rudely to my son? Okay, okay, new and old hatred, today we will merge them together !", as he said, he was about to walk towards Fu Peibai.

Lu Wencheng reached out to stop him in time, "Brother Mo, wait a minute, listen to Lu..." Before he finished speaking, Mo Yuanzhong waved his hand away, "Sect Master Lu, you are a model of the generation, I respect you, But it doesn't mean that I have to obey you in everything! If you stop me now, don't blame Mo Mou for turning his face and denying others!"

Lu Wencheng said seriously: "Master Mo, just listen to me, I think that although Mr. Mo is injured all over, the boy has no good skin all over his body. Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that it was the result of the two fighting each other." , Then why did we fight, should we find out the reason first? Besides, the boy looked around at only sixteen or seventeen, he was already injured internally by your palm, and you still want to fight him now, Aren't you afraid of spreading the word and getting the reputation of bullying the little by the big and not being victorious?"

At this time, the crowd of onlookers also spoke out.

"Yes, Sect Leader Mo, ask the reason first before making a decision."

"You slap, that boy already looks like this, if you continue to slap him, how can he survive?"

Mo Yuanzhong was full of anger, staring gloomyly at the young man lying on the ground in the distance, finally he brushed his sleeves and backed down slightly, "Okay, then Sect Master Lu ask, I, Mo, will be waiting here."

"Okay, Mr. Mo, Mr. Lu will ask you a few words, and you can answer truthfully."

Mo Qingyuan was still shivering behind his father's back at this moment, "Okay, you, you ask."

"Why did you fight that man?"

"I don't know. As soon as I left the palace, I found him waiting for me there, and then he rushed up and beat me without saying a word, beating me like crazy. He clearly wanted to kill me, father, father, you You must give me justice."

Mo Yuanzhong looked distressed, "Okay, I will seek justice for my son!" After finishing speaking, his tone became stiff again, "Sect Master Lu, now that the matter has been found out, how do you decide?"

"No hurry", Lu Wencheng came to Fu Peibai with his hands behind his back, and stretched out his hands towards her.

Fu Peibai reluctantly opened his eyes, looking at the tall and elegant man in front of him, without reaching out his hand.

Being ignored by a servant like this, Lu Wencheng was not annoyed, and said gently: "Let me ask you, why did you fight just now?"

Fu Peibai opened her mouth slightly, and the blood scab stuck to the corner of her mouth tore open, and it hurt so much, she thought of the first round of the last competition to enter the sect, she yelled hoarsely like she hadn't done before, but no one believed it She, everyone here will not believe her, but there is only one person, she knows, that person will believe her, as long as one person is willing to believe her, that is enough, it seems meaningless to say or not.

Lu Wencheng probably saw the change in Fu Peibai's expression, and comforted him, "You can say boldly, I will stand on the side of justice, not identity."

Fu Peibai raised his eyes, there was no light in his pupils, and he gave up on himself and said, "Will you believe me when I tell you? Will they believe it?"

"How can I believe you if you don't tell me?"

"Well, let me say that I haven't done it, and I haven't said a word to him." After finishing speaking, Fu Peibai spread out and lay on his back, panting heavily to relieve the pain in his chest.

The crowd had started to discuss in low voices, but most of them were in favor of the Mo family, and He Cong stood up directly and said loudly: "Uncle Lu, I think this young man's words should not be taken lightly. Mr. Mo's words are full of tears, and his words are convincing." , the credibility is higher!"

As soon as the people from the Red Feather Villa spoke, everyone immediately turned to this side and echoed, "Yes, I know Mr. Mo. He has always been an upright person, so he would not slander a servant for no reason."

"Looking at this young servant's arrogant attitude, it really seems like he can do such a thing of beating people for no reason."

Lu Wencheng sighed softly, got up and returned to the crowd, "If that's the case, then I'll punish this boy with thirty whips and drive him down the mountain."

Fu Peibai didn't lift his eyelids when he heard it, as expected.

She closed her eyes in despair, but she heard the familiar voice again.

"Father, it's fine to punish him, but he is my man in Quanfeng, so I should decide whether he will stay or not." Lu Yanran's voice was not loud, but his tone was extremely firm.

Lu Wencheng was a little surprised, he didn't know why his daughter valued a servant so much.

He Cong said anxiously: "No, Miss Lu, it is really a disaster for people with such bad deeds to stay in the Tianji Sect. More incidents will definitely happen in the future. They should be punished and expelled down the mountain immediately!"

Lu Yanran suppressed the anger in his eyes, and said in an extremely cold voice, "Young Master He, please call me Fengzhu Lu, I will decide whether people in my peak will leave or stay, I hope you don't talk too much, just take care of your disciples. "

He Yangyao scolded in a low voice: "If you want more talk, come back!"

He Cong was a little embarrassed, couldn't hold back his face, and retreated into the crowd.

Lu Wencheng narrowed his eyes and looked at Fu Peibai again, and said to Mo Yuanzhong: "Master Mo, although I am the suzerain of Tianji Sect, the four peaks are independent, but the people in the peak are not under my direct jurisdiction, so I cannot decide on this person." If you want to stay or stay, you will only be punished, how about you?"

Mo Yuanzhong was a little dissatisfied, but it seemed that he was too impatient to be aggressive now, so he could only reply in a rough voice, "OK", but then he said loudly: "But the thirty pointers need to be punished by my son himself!".

Lu Wencheng was in a bit of a dilemma. It can be seen that Mo Yuanzhong's face no longer questioned, and he could only agree.

Fu Peibai was already in a semi-comatose state at this time, and felt dazedly being lifted up, her feet were weak and she was about to fall, but was held up again.

Mo Yuanzhong said coldly, "If you can't stand up, tie me up."

So soon, Fu Peibai felt that she was being tied to the pillar in a big way. She slowly raised her eyelids and watched Mo Qingyuan walking towards her with a long and thin whip, but she couldn't even lift a finger, let alone resist.

With a sound of "Crack!", Mo Qingyuan swung his whip and lashed at her fiercely, the screams that everyone expected did not resound, this thunderbolt of the whip only exchanged for a soft moan from the young man.

This can't relieve the anger, Mo Qingyuan whipped three times in a row, thigh, waist, chest, each whip fell on Fu Peibai's body.

"Call you crazy, I'll call you crazy!" Mo Qingyuan said bitterly while whipping his whip.

Fu Peibai was already numb from the pain, she looked at Wang Qingyuan, her lips and teeth were parted, her breath was unsteady, and she sneered, "Is that all you can do?"

This mockery naturally made Mo Qingyuan swing the whip harder, again and again, until Fu Peibai's coat was smashed and hung on his body in pieces.

There was silence for a while, except for the crackling of the whip and Fu Peibai's occasional groan, there was no other movement, not a single scream, not a single howl, everyone was a little surprised.

Lu Wencheng squinted his eyes, staring at the boy on the big pillar with a dull expression.

And Lu Qingwan held her sister's arm, and every time the whip was whipped, she flinched, "Sister, that person, that person looks a little pitiful."

Lu Yanran's face was gloomy, and she couldn't see her emotions, but her hands hidden under her long sleeves were clenched tightly.