Compared with the disciples under the Haidao Ren, the disciples under the Zhenren Zhou are all Huo Chongding Sect.

But they didn't dare to say anything. The eldest brother Qingmeizi is still lying on the bed, and the other uncles are generally benefiting now. These benefits are actually their interests.

This division of interests made them isolated all of a sudden. In addition, the disciples of the abbot's lineage were in power and were a little arrogant inside the sect, which inevitably offends people. After being suppressed this time, no one would stand up for them.

After the ceremony, after they left the hall, they walked towards Qingmeizi's room together. At this time, their faces also showed resentment.

Seeing that there was no one around, some people couldn't help but say, "Uncle Hong is so bullying. Our previous responsibilities were all given to others, and we almost gave the worst errands to us!"

"That's not true, it's just too much!"

"Yesterday's contest was really evil. Uncle Hong's cultivation was not high at all, so how could he injure the eldest brother in one go!"

"The elder brother said that his eyes suddenly blurred and he couldn't see anything clearly. The problem seemed to be on the peach wood sword."

"No, can you still have such a powerful mahogany sword?"

"That's right, I've never heard of it before."

"What magic weapon does Lu Zu Pavilion have? It is impossible for us disciples under the abbot to hear that. Uncle Hong has the support of Yangchun Temple behind him, you said, "A disciple raised such a doubt.

After hearing this, the others stopped suddenly and realized the whole story.

Tu Yazi said, "Even if this is the case, what can I do? The overall situation is settled now, and it is useless to say anything. Let's go and see the elder brother first. His injury is not light, and I don't know how long it will take to recover."

Everyone knew that this was true, so they could only shake their heads in disappointment.

Entering a yard, this is where their abbot's disciples live. This yard is better than the yard where other disciples live, and it is a three-in-one large yard.

"You guys tell me, will we move out of this yard?" said a disciple.

Many people thought of this question, but didn't say it. When they heard the disciple's statement, everyone's sadness was also aroused.

Qingmeizi's residence was in the yard at the end. When she came to his room, Qingmeizi was lying weakly on the bed. Yesterday's heavy blow would have to lie on it for at least several days.

When he saw his junior brothers coming in dejectedly, he couldn't help asking, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

"Senior Brother" Tu Yazi lowered his head and said, "At the abbot's succession ceremony today, Uncle Hong reassigned the responsibilities in the Taoist temple. Originally, our responsibilities were all assigned to others, and the worst responsibilities were all detained on our heads."

"Not only that, I think we will be driven out of this yard sooner or later and live in another yard," another disciple lowered his head and added.

"Bastard!" Qingmeizi was anxious and couldn't help but squirt blood from her mouth.

"Wow"

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother, Senior Brother." Seeing this, everyone hurriedly grabbed the bedside to check the situation.

Qingmeizi's face was sallow and haggard, and he said weakly: "I, I'm fine."

"That's good, just what should we do now." The young disciples have lost their rules.

Not to mention him, the other disciples don’t know what to do.

Qingmeizi felt sad and even more sad. Seeing that his junior brother Qingmeizi looked so bad, he said, "Let's go out first and let the eldest brother have a good rest."

Everyone could only say goodbye one by one and ask the senior brother to take good care of himself. If there is anything to do, then wait until the senior brother is ready. I guess even if Qingmeizi is good, there is no way. Whoever asked Hong Yuanpo to become the abbot, their former abbot disciples would inevitably be suppressed and excluded.

When everyone went out, Qingmeizi's face became even more dismal. The master disappeared and he was the pillar of these junior brothers. He originally thought he could get the position of the abbot by relying on Taoism, but the result was good, but he was beaten so seriously injured.

With a "crunch", the window suddenly rang.

Qingmeizi felt as if someone had come in, so she hurriedly asked loudly, "Who?"

Although it was loud, it seemed a little powerless.

"It's me." A young man's voice sounded, and accompanied by the sound, a figure slowly came to Qingmei's bedside.

Qing Meizi was lying down and could soon see the person's appearance. When he saw this person, he was shocked and said in surprise: "Zhang, Zhenren Zhang, why did you suddenly come to me?"

Of course, this Zhenren Zhang is not someone else, but Zhang Yu.

Zhang Yu smiled gently and said, "I'm here to treat your injuries, don't talk."

As he said that, Zhang Yu sat down beside the bed and grabbed Qingmeizi's pulse.

Qingmei looked at Zhang Yu in confusion, not understanding what it means. However, with his own strength, even if he is not injured, he is definitely not an opponent, let alone now.

He was honest and did not dare to speak. Zhang Yu took his pulse and said, "The internal injury is not mild, and it may be difficult to heal in one day. However, if you have blood in your chest, it will be of great help to recover."

Qingmeizi had only a single piece of clothing on her body. Zhang Yu unbuttoned the buttons, took out the silver needle from his pocket, and stabbed it into some acupoints around her. Qingmeizi now saw that Zhang Yu was really treating his injuries, which made him even more puzzled.

After a while, Zhang Yu pulled out the silver needle and printed his hand on Qing Meizi's chest. His true energy penetrated, and he pushed it up a few times like a massage.

"Wow" Qingmei's head suddenly tilted, and blood squirted out.

“Huhu”

The mouth of blood was spurted out, and Qingmei immediately felt that her breathing was much smoother, which was much better than before.

"Thank you, Zhenren Zhang," Qingmeizi said sincerely.

"You don't have to be polite." Zhang Yu smiled kindly and said, "I'm here this time, mainly to discuss something with you."

"What's the matter?" Qingmei asked curiously.

"Lu Zu Pavilion has changed its abbot, and your original abbot disciples will inevitably be suppressed. It can be said that your Qingmeizi will become the least welcomed person in the eyes of many people. Instead of being rolled down by others, it is better to worship my disciple." Zhang Yu said seriously.

"I" Qing Meizi was stunned. Why did Zhang Yu take an apprentice as soon as he came up? Zhang Yu was much younger than him, but it was nothing if he had no success in learning as his teacher. It was just that he was under Quanzhen Sect. Zhang Yu was from Zhengyi Sect. What was it like to join Zhang Yu's disciple?

"Your master may never come back, please think carefully. If you take me as your teacher and join me, your future achievements will definitely be far better than today." Zhang Yu said gently again.

Qingmeizi thought about it and found that her current situation was really bad. It would be very difficult to improve in the future, and it would be no problem to be worn by Master Hong. If she switched to Zhang Yu's disciple now, she would have gone further with the sign of Wudang Taoist Temple. After all, her master Zhou Zhenren was obviously not a match for Zhang Yu when she was alive. Zhang Yu was on par with Lu Zhenren.
Chapter completed!