After the abusive husband became enlightened, the fox demon master turned black

"Why?" Sang Mo didn't understand.

Bai Mucheng shook her head, "You don't need to know, just listen to me."

Throughout the afternoon, Chi Shuihuang did not appear again.

In the evening, the attendant next to Mr. Su invited Sang Mo to the guest room in Bishui Can.

Bai Mucheng saw the situation here from a distance and immediately ran over, holding Sang Mo tightly.

"Who will do all this work after she leaves?"

The attendant lowered his head and said, "I will send someone here."

"No." Bai Mucheng pulled Sang Mo in the opposite direction, "I don't trust other people's work."

The attendant had a high level of cultivation and escaped to block the way of the two of them. "Miss, please don't embarrass me. I just want to see you."

Bai Mucheng stood in front of Sang Mo, "Let's wait until Elder Jiangxiao comes!"

She turned her head and shouted loudly: "Squeak at the Discipline Hall, when will Elder Jiangxiao finish his work?"

"Elder Jiangxiao can't finish it!" Someone shouted: "Elder Jiangxiao was punished today. The leader won't let him go."

Elders punished?
This was something unprecedented, and everyone on the scene showed meaningful expressions.

The news that Elder Jiangxiao secretly provided relief was spread in the morning, and people were punished in the afternoon.

If you say there's nothing fishy about it, even the dogs won't believe it.

Shen Yanqing was already like this, and Sang Mo didn't want to cause him any more trouble.

She reached out and pushed Bai Mucheng's hand away, "No, senior sister, that's my father, can he still kill me?"

Bai Mucheng grabbed her other hand uneasily, "That won't work either, I'm afraid you will be wronged."

"It's okay, it's just a few scoldings. If he hits me, won't I fight back?" Sang Mo said, patting her hand, "Don't worry."

The remaining guest rooms in Bishui are for the heads of various aristocratic families. At this time, the other heads of the family have not arrived yet, only Father Su's family.

So when Sang Mo arrived, the surroundings were deserted.

As soon as she entered the door, she saw a large box in the center of the room.

Father Su had a dead expression on his face, holding the box with dull eyes.

After hearing the footsteps, he raised his head numbly and looked at Sang Mo as if he was looking at an object.

"Your sister is dead." His chapped lips trembled slightly, "Her body was bitten beyond recognition by wild dogs. My people only found a few remaining bones..."

He stood up as he spoke. Perhaps it was because his legs were numb. When he walked towards Sang Mo, he took every step slowly.

The white-haired man sent the black-haired man away, and the originally high-spirited Father Su suddenly became a desolate man.

Seeing him like this, Sang Mo couldn't bear it for a moment and walked towards him, wanting to help him.

Unexpectedly, when he was one step away from him, Father Su suddenly pulled out a short blade exuding demonic energy from his sleeve and stabbed Sang Mo fiercely.

In just an instant, his originally dull eyes suddenly became fierce, shining with malice.

Sang Mo was shocked and turned sideways to avoid it.

But Father Su had a high level of cultivation and wanted to kill Sang Mo. He pursued Sang Mo fiercely and refused to give up.

Sang Mo dodged his attack and asked in confusion: "Father, are you crazy?"

"Yes! I'm just crazy! Your sister died so miserably, why do you live?"

Sang Mo couldn't believe it and wanted to find a chance to run out, but when he turned around, the whole house was filled with Father Su's men.

It can be seen that Father Su's intention to kill Sang Mo was not impulsive, but carefully planned.

Why is it?
Both are daughters, why are their treatment so different?

Father Su gave the order, and all the monks immediately swarmed forward.

At the critical moment, a black figure suddenly appeared in front of Sang Mo out of thin air.

With just a wave of his hand, he overturned all the attendants.

Father Su knew that he could not defeat Shen Yanqing, so he only tightened his grip on the knife and stared at Sang Mo fiercely. "Master Su is so brave!" Shen Yanqing looked at him and scolded him sternly.

"This is my Su family's business and has nothing to do with you!" Father Su's cheeks trembled, ready to rush forward and kill Sang Mo at any time.

Shen Yanqing did not refute, but just took out the headmaster's token and said, "From today on, the Su family, Su Yuanliu, will not go to Changli Mountain."

As soon as he finished speaking, people from the Discipline Hall poured in and asked Mr. Su to come down.

Father Su stared at Sang Mo with lifeless eyes for a while, then shook his sleeves, picked up the box on the ground and left.

Sang Mo stood behind Shen Yanqing, looking at his tall back with some surprise, and thought to himself: Isn't he very busy?

Shen Yanqing just turned around, and their eyes met.

"Any injuries?"

Sang Mo shook his head. Shen Yanqing looked her up and down and said, "Go back."

"What about you?" Sang Mo asked.

Shen Yanqing stood up and walked out, "There is something else going on at the Discipline Hall."

Sang Mo remembered what he had been punished for today and quickly followed him, "Why did the leader punish you?"

"Kid, don't worry so much."

Sang Mo said unconvinced, "You know, I'm not a child."

When Shen Yanqing heard this, he suddenly stopped and turned around to look at Sang Mo, "Really? I don't think you look like an adult."

On the second day, many heads of aristocratic families came one after another, most of whom had children in Changli Mountain.

From time to time, a disciple would drop what he was doing and go see his parents. They and their family members would hug each other in the martial arts arena and cry with joy.

Bai Mucheng silently held Sang Mo's hand.Sang Mo turned to look at her strangely.

Bai Mucheng stroked Sang Mo's hair away from her ears distressedly, "Let's go over there."

Sang Mo realized that Bai Mucheng was afraid that she would feel uncomfortable.

"Senior sister, I'm fine. Work quickly and go have a meal when you're done."

Bai Mucheng looked at Sang Mo's nonchalant expression and sighed secretly, "Okay."

"Tomorrow is the martial arts competition. Do you want to participate?" A disciple of Chang Dingfeng named Song Yu came over and asked Sang Mo and the others.

Bai Mucheng shook her head, "Leave the quota to others, we don't need to become apprentices."

Then Song Yu refused to give up and said, "Sister Su, won't you participate? This is a good opportunity to gain face for the family!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the eyes of the people around him were attracted again. They all looked at Sang Mo curiously, observing her expression to see if she would become angry or sad.

Sang Mo looked at Song Yu with dead eyes, "Do you think my family needs me to fight for face now?"

Unexpectedly, Sang Mo actually said it bluntly. She was not embarrassed. She was the one who asked the question.

The incident caused quite a stir yesterday, how could Song Yu not know about it? Everyone's eyes immediately turned to Song Yu.

Song Yu laughed dryly and said, "It's my fault."

"However, there are rumors that Senior Sister Su has a spiritual root disease and cannot practice cultivation. We are all curious, Senior Sister, how did you get Elder Jiang Xiao to accept you as a disciple?"

As soon as these words came out, someone immediately shouted in dissatisfaction: "Do you even need to ask? She has a pretty face!"

"What's the point of recruiting a disciple with a pretty face? It's not like choosing a Taoist companion."

"Oh!" Someone exclaimed, successfully diverting everyone's thoughts.

Everyone on the field suddenly murmured, "No way? With Elder Jiangxiao's appearance and status, what kind of person can't be found? Do you need to recruit disciples?"

"It's hard to guarantee. He's already old and hasn't found a Taoist partner yet. He might have some special hobbies."

"Ah? Doesn't Elder Jiangxiao have a habit of cutting off his sleeves? Why are you looking for Su Jinyi?"

(End of this chapter)