Chapter 403: The Youth is Innocent, but He is Guilty of Possessing a Treasure
Shi Li was very confused and did not notice the truth that flashed by.
Other comments also thought that this comment was just a casual remark and no one took it seriously.
After all, the comics originally drew it very clearly that Yuan Xingche was dead and couldn't be deader.
"I, I, I'm not a scumbag. Xingche is just the white moonlight that I failed to save. Wuming... I saved him because I felt sorry for him."
This is how Shi Li finally defined her inner self.
[Haha, the host is just being stubborn (thinking)]
[Fortunately the host is not a man, otherwise I would be so sad after reading this sentence above...]
[Upstairs! This is not the car for the kindergarten! ]
"Elder Shi, long time no see."
Jun Beiyu hesitated for a moment, but finally came over and said, "I heard that your clan had some troubles recently..."
"It has nothing to do with you. Xuanxiao Sect's affairs will be handled well."
Shi Li couldn't bear to see his gloating face and directly retorted.
Jun Beiyu smiled, not feeling embarrassed at all, and looked towards the door meaningfully.
This action made Shi Li feel something was wrong. Following his gaze, she actually saw Ye Yingran walking in from outside the door.
When she met Shi Li's gaze, her face turned pale in an instant, "I..."
Shi Li turned her eyes away and reached for the teacup.
The tea in the cup swayed slightly, revealing her inner anger at the moment.
No matter how terrible Lu Chenxing was, he was still a disciple of Xuanxiao Sect. As soon as something happened, Ye Yingran immediately ran back to Qingyang Sect. This was really heartbreaking.
"Elder Shi, I am grateful for your care during the time my junior sister is staying in your sect."
Jun Beiyu looked like a smug villain, and the last bit of pretentiousness on his body disappeared.
Shi Li lowered her eyes and looked at the teacup, her lips tightly pursed into a line.
"The tea is cold. I'll pour you a new cup."
The teacup in his hand was suddenly taken away. Yuan Xingche calmly poured the remaining tea in the cup onto the ground, picked up the teapot and filled the cup again.
As he moved, the spirit sword on Jun Beiyu's waist suddenly vibrated wildly.
This happened without any warning, and Jun Beiyu had no time to react. He was shocked and staggered backwards.
"Drink."
Yuan Xingche put down the teapot and curled his lips subtly.
Man is not as good as the sword.
In the past, he had taken care of many fellow disciples and sisters in the Qingyang Sect. However, after his death, no one remembered him and some even stepped on him.
Only this magic sword, which he gave to someone else, still remembers his aura after so long.
It gets so excited just by releasing a little bit.
But he couldn't take the magic sword back, otherwise his identity would be exposed.
Yuan Xingche felt a little regretful, but when he saw Shi Li’s slightly relaxed expression, he felt that it wasn’t that important whether he had the spirit sword or not.
In this world, no one else can control the spirit sword except him, so he doesn't have to worry about Jun Beiyu using it.
"This is the first time I've seen someone unable to control his own spirit sword."
Shi Li did not let Wuming down. She tilted her head and looked at Jun Beiyu who was busy holding down the spirit sword, sneering, "If it's stolen, it's stolen. It's useless to deny it."
This is already the second time!
Jun Beiyu lowered his head and looked at the spirit sword with hatred, but had to speak up to defend himself.
Although there are not many people in the inn, if he keeps silent, unfavorable rumors will spread tomorrow.
“Elder Shi, you may not know that this spiritual sword has been with Yuan Xingche for a long time and has been tainted with his evil spirit.”
Jun Beiyu looked serious and spoke solemnly, as if it was a real matter, "I carry it with me every day to dispel the evil spirit and prevent this sword from being used by people with bad intentions to bring disaster to the people."
"Do you believe what you said?"
Shi Li sneered, too lazy to argue with him anymore, stood up and went upstairs.
Walking up the steps, he turned around and looked down at Jun Beiyu, "God is watching what you do. Even if he dies, this karma will be resolved, just wait."
Her tone was extremely calm, but Jun Beiyu felt as if a needle had pierced his heart, and cold sweat ran down his back.
What monks fear most is being contaminated by cause and effect.
He dared to do those things at the beginning because Jun Chen and Yuan Xingche had the relationship of master and disciple.
But, can the kindness between master and disciple really be worth a life?
Jun Beiyu was distracted and did not hold the magic sword at his waist.
The sharp and dazzling sword came out of its sheath by itself and slashed directly towards his face!