The two returned to Xueyun Hall and were indeed scolded by the master.

"I was disappointed when you did the Fumo Villa. Who is the one who makes his own decision?"

Sikong Sheng replied first: "Dad, the child must be remembering your teachings. It's him." He raised his hand and pointed at Huangfu Li beside him, "He said that the old owner would not cooperate anyway, so it would be better to kill him with one knife... Dad, if you want to punish him."

Sikong Lei's face was gloomy, he glanced at Huangfu Li who was kneeling in the corridor, and said lightly: "Li'er, I'll just ask you one thing, did you kill the person?"

Sikong Sheng's eyes flashed and he kept glanced at him. When he proposed to condemn the crime, Huangfu Li did not really agree to him. It is hard to guess how he would answer at this critical moment.

Under the pressure of two gazes, Huangfu Li's eyes were unbiased, looking straight at the tall seat in front of him, and indifferently spit out two words: "No."

Sikong Sheng felt that his eyes were dark. And Sikong Lei's angrily scolding above had already fallen down.

"Sheng'er, you must be brave and take responsibility as a person. Now you not only make mistakes, but also falsely accuse others of others. You will be punished to kneel in the temple for one night, copy ten secret books, and go down now!"

...

That night, Sikong Sheng knelt from dusk until the bright moon hung high.

He was so tired that his back was sore, and sweat slid from his forehead and dripped onto the scroll in front of him.

"Huangfu Li..." Sikong Sheng's hand holding the pen was trembling, "It would be fine if he helped me fulfill a lie, and I would not have to suffer this crime..."

"It's all you caused... I hate you so much!"

Sikong Sheng no longer remembered how long he had been copying. He only knew that he fell asleep in a daze until the middle of the night after copying.

Even in his sleep, he still kneeled here, copying secret books one by one.

The next day, the sun shines.

"……broken!"

Sikong Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and when he realized where he was, his sleepiness disappeared.

He copied yesterday's secret book for a while and then procrastinated for a while. In his impression,... he had just copied five copies!

"It's broken! What should I say when my father asks me?" Sikong Sheng was so anxious that he was stolen. "Can I say it was stolen by Huangfu Li? Well, yes, I had already copied it, because he wanted to frame me, so he stole the scroll. Yes, that's it!"

He leaned over to pack up the scroll and perfected his lies in his heart. But in just a moment, his movements paused. Then, he buried his head deeply and counted the scrolls around him almost madly over and over again.

He remembered that he had definitely copied only five volumes! But now, why have all ten volumes been copied?

It's too late for those guys to hide in this kind of thing. It's impossible for someone to take the initiative to copy it for him, unless it's-

"Is it that I copied it in my sleep?"

Thinking of last night’s dream, are those experiences of copying secret books not dreams, and they are all true?

"So I still have this talent!" Sikong Sheng quickly became proud again. If he could really practice in his dreams in the future, how much more time would he have than others! At that time, he would definitely be able to completely defeat Huangfu Li!

...

Later, Huangfu Li, who had been in the Blood Cloud Hall, finally ushered in the first failure in his life.

In the friendly match for territory, he lost to Mo Gucheng, Qianyuan Zong, and lost extremely miserably.

When everyone in the Blood Cloud Hall was grief and angry about losing the treasure land, only Sikong Sheng was rejoicing at Huangfu Li's failure.

Mo Gucheng, I thank you so much!

Thank you for doing what I always wanted to do!

Huangfu Li just needs to teach a good lesson!

Sikong Sheng would never let this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity go easily. Taking advantage of Huangfu Li's loss of power, he would bring a group of subordinates to him almost every day, run to him to laugh at him, and even compile a provocative song to sing in the hall.

I don’t know whether Sikong Lei was defending Huangfu Li or he did not want everyone to talk about the defeat of Xueyuntang. After Sikong Sheng made such a fuss for a few days, he formally ordered that no one would make a fuss about this matter and that the violators would deal with the rules of the hall.

Once the order was issued, the one who was most dissatisfied was naturally Sikong Sheng.

"I will rely on my father, what's so great about it?"

In his opinion, Huangfu naturally left to complain to the hall master, hoping to use his father's power to suppress himself.

However, the hall master just said that he could not speak up about his defeat, but he did not say that he could not scold him. Therefore, Sikong Sheng came directly outside his room and tried to make a difference to him.

After he cursed a hundred and eighty times, the door of the room was suddenly opened.

Huangfu Li stood in front of him. That was the first time he looked at him calmly. That absolutely cold look, the unique gaze of the killer, made Sikong Sheng feel cold in his heart, and his provocative words froze.

"If you have the ability, don't just rely on your mouth to defeat me and try to beat me."

After the competition failed, that was the first thing he said to himself.

"Ha?" Sikong Sheng widened his eyes. When did this guy... become so arrogant?

In the past, he mostly ignored himself, and this was the first time he was provoking him in person. Sikong Sheng's mind turned a few times, and anger suddenly surged up.

You were the one who lost to Mo Gucheng like a dog! Why did you lose and still expose your backbone? Why did you teach me a lesson?

"No need to say, I will do this too!" Sikong Sheng threw down this sentence viciously and walked away with big strides.

Go back and practice hard, and you must defeat Huangfu Li!

...

Year after year, he is working hard for this goal.

In order to surpass that annoying guy, he even turned down many drinks, gave up a lot of rest time, and focused on practicing.

It can be regarded as a blessing from him that he can reach this level at this age.

But... I will never thank you-

On the field, Sikong Sheng's figure briefly condensed, raised his hand to form a seal, and the sea of ​​blood caused a wave of turmoil behind him, blooming like red lotus.

"Red Lotus Tribulation·Sudden Beauty!"

The sea of ​​blood surged rapidly, and red lotus bloomed in pieces on the arena. Each petal was filled with high-temperature flames, thousands of flowers, strange and colorful, like the grand scene of hell.

In the ocean of red lotus, a blood dragon jumped up straight up. Sikong Sheng stepped on the head of the blood dragon with his feet, majestic. He was like commanding a tame mount, passing through the air and rushing towards the opposite side.

Huangfu Li did the same thing, and his figure was also lifted by the blood dragon on the soles of his feet. The blood light emitted from the outside seemed to lay a gorgeous blood channel for him. The blood-colored gauze dress fluttered, and the blood-colored flames rushed. In his hands, the spiritual power quickly filled up and condensed into two blood-colored spears.

The two blood dragons finally collided fiercely in the air.

Endless blood, big bunches of blood, fell on the red lotus below.

...

Unlike Sikong Sheng, Huangfu Li's life is like a cruel sonata.

He was far less glorious and happy than Sikong Sheng thought. If possible, he hoped to exchange life with Sikong Sheng.

I think Sikong Sheng would not know that the people he had been jealous of for so many years actually envied him for so many years.

Yes, the young master of Xueyun Hall, he has a good family background, rich cultivation resources, and a father who loves him. Apart from occasionally getting a little temper, he has no real worries at all.

In the future, he is destined to enter the Heavenly Palace Gate. His life has been arranged smoothly by his father, and his efforts are just icing on the cake to his glory.

He never needs to do his best to seize the necessity of survival. This is more happier than himself and too many people...

...

For Huangfu Li, the most worry-free period was probably when he was the adopted son of the Huangfu family and the young master who separated from Xiling, Xiling North was playing together.

Xilingbei is really excellent. He also has an excellent business acumen and is valued by the Zong family at a young age. Although the professional terms he spoke often make him confused, this will not hinder their friendship.

As long as the young master of Beijing can make a name for himself, he will be happy.

However, from when Xilingbei's attitude suddenly changed.

He no longer told himself happily like before, and he had negotiated a business for the Zong family, how the patriarch praised him, etc. He even spent less and less time on his trip, even if he met occasionally, he always had a cold face.

Huangfu Li didn't know how he offended Xilingbei. But he inertially believed that if the other party was unhappy, it must be his fault. So he accompanied him more carefully and advised him, hoping that he could forgive him as soon as possible.

On this day, Xilingbei was three hours later than the agreed time.

"Mr. Bei, why did you come here so late today?" Huangfu Li stepped forward and asked.

Xilingbei's face was a little pale. It was his often work day and night, which dragged down his body early. Therefore, he looked weaker than his peers.

"I have been reading business books. One day, I will definitely defeat the Xiling Zong family!"

This time, Xilingbei rarely told him about his recent situation.

"Zong Family?" Huangfu Li thought he had heard it wrong. Isn't Bei Shao highly appreciated by the Zong Family? Why did he deal with the Zong Family?

"I've seen it clearly," Xilingbei's smile was a kind of vicissitudes that he couldn't understand at the time. He shook his steps and his voice was low, as if he didn't care whether anyone was listening. He just wanted to vent his will and vent these emotions that he had suppressed for too long.

"No matter how outstanding I am or how much I do for the Zong family, in their eyes, I am just a dog. Just because of the lowly blood flowing in my body, I will never be able to obtain the inheritance rights of the Zong family!"

"Where is that authentic 'Xiling Young Master'? He can't even get a good plan yet! But it doesn't matter, because he is the legitimate child, because he has me around him, and I have struggled for the rest of my life, and I am just an assistant to him!"

"If he really has the ability, I will admit that he lost to him, but why... why should I lose to my bloodline that cannot be changed, why should I be born to be a servant?!"

Xilingbei said, throwing a stone in his hand out. He resented, he hated. He hated his destiny written early, and he hated even more of the so-called "born noble"!

"He is a raider, he is better than me, so when he is born, he has everything that I can't get even if I try hard for the rest of my life!"

"Isn't this form the same as the hereditary system of the royal family? Even if the other party is just a child, even if he is mediocre and inaction, just because he has the same blood as the mainstream of the old country, he can inherit the throne! Is it better to have a king, prince, general and minister? I am unwilling to give up..."

Huangfu Li was frightened when he heard this, and his first reaction was to cover Xilingbei's mouth tightly.
To be continued...