My wife, Shan Yi, is a young man with golden, medium and short hair, and a fair and elegant face. She is only about 164 years tall.

There is no scabbard around the waist, no wheel knife.

The outer cloak is a yellow Hayao with a golden triangle printed on it, which is exactly the same as what Chigoro Mikushima wore.

At this moment, he was hiding behind Ciwuro Sangdao, his lips trembling and a little white.

My wife, Shan Yi, looked scared and afraid, and only dared to secretly watch the river.

And this is not a disguise.

It can be smelled when the river flows, and the teenager's scent is so strong that it forms a substance.

"So scared? It's rare to faint before you faint."

Chuanliu shook his head in his heart, but this disciple of Sangdao Ciwulang was a little bad.

When facing myself, I am afraid of becoming like this, how can I fight with ghosts?

Another apprentice, Lu Yue, asked Chuanliushi to examine him carefully.

"This person... has no fear, no hatred."

"No fear should be commendable, and useless hatred may be because of not being harmed by ghosts."

"But I always feel that something is wrong with him."

Lu Yue, with black hair and blue eyes, thick eyebrows that are a bit conspicuous, and is wearing a guegua pendant and a bracelet.

He had a wheel knife, and he looked alert when he was out of the sheath and looked at Chuanliu.

The wheel knife is dark gold with lightning blade patterns on it, and the handle is also dark gold. The sheath hanging around the waist is black, the thigh is white, and there is also a triangle pattern printed on it.

He restrained his breath as he flowed, trying to make himself seem harmless, and said, "These two of them look talented and should be very excellent swordsmen of the ghost killing team."

The boy named Yu Yue looked happy, his vigilance became weaker, and he grinned and said, "This is natural, but only I am excellent."

"This guy is not good, this trial will definitely be eaten by a ghost."

"I guess he was being eaten by ghosts while crying, haha."

When he spoke, he looked at my wife, Shan Yi, with a provocative and disdainful look. The sarcasm in his words was very direct and he did not care about his brothers at all.

My wife, Sanyi, did not speak out to resist, but her face became even more cowardly. She hid behind Ciwuro of Sandao and asked weakly: "Grandpa, can I not go...I am not ready yet, I am afraid."

As the river flowed, he saw a trace of crystal clearness appeared in the corner of Shanyi's eyes. He was really scared to tears by the words of Yu Yue.

This behavior made Chuan Liushi shook his head in his heart. How could the cultivation master, Ciwulang, have such a poor vision?

Isn’t this boy going to the trial to die?

"wrong."

When the river flowed, he thought that the other party was once a pillar, so he must have known the difficulty of the trial. He would definitely be sure to let this Shanyi go there.

But after looking at Shanyi a few deep eyes, I still couldn't see anything when the river flowed, and the smell from his nose didn't lie to him, Shanyi was still afraid.

"Did I take a look? He might be hiding something."

These few glances made my wife Shanyi even more tremble, and she didn't dare to look directly at the river.

Chuanliu is now a human appearance, but only knowing that this is a ghost, Shanyi is afraid of it.

My heart was pounding, afraid that the river would reveal its true colors and eat him.

Ciwuro Sandao smiled kindly, stroked the golden retriever above Simony's head, and then smiled and comforted: "No, Simony, you are ready, but you just don't know."

"Even if this trial is ahead of schedule, you can handle it."

Shanyi stirred his fingers and glanced at the tall Chuanliu. His face turned pale and murmured in pain: "I will definitely die... I will die..."

"All ghosts are so scary."

Ciwulang of Sangdao should not hear it at all. He knew what kind of disciple Shanyi was.

But the other apprentice... I was a little impatient and arrogant, and didn't know when I could grow up and when I could change.

Sangdao Ciwuro punched Juyue on the head and said, "How did you speak?"

"Apologize to your junior brother!"

But Yu Yue just glared at Shanyi fiercely, then put away the wheel knife and wrapped his hands, turning his head away without any intention of apologizing.

"I don't know what you are doing to accept this kind of waste, Master. Isn't it enough to have me?"

Ciwulang Sangdao sighed and said helplessly: "You, this guy is irritable, and something will happen sooner or later."

"Your junior brother is timid, so you can protect him more and fulfill your duties as a senior brother."

But Zhu Yue sneered and said coldly: "I don't care. What can I do when I protect the waste?"

His attitude towards Zenyi has always been very poor. From the first day that Zenyi became a disciple of Ciwulang of Sangdao, Huo Yue bullied him all day long.

He tripped Shanyi while walking, hurt Shanyi while training, and threw Shanyi into the lake in winter...

After knowing these things, Sangdao Ciwulang severely punished Yu Yue, so he did not bully Simon.

But he still likes to sarcastically and is very harsh in his attitude towards Zen Yi.

This also made Cecilia, who was already timid, even more cowardly.

Sangdao Ciwulang was dissatisfied with Yu Yue, but after all, he was his apprentice, so he couldn't use too much force to punish him.

After preaching many times, I couldn't change my attitude towards Shanyi.

And the brows gradually frowned when the river flowed because he smelled some scents that made him unhappy from the mountain.

These odors represent a lot of negative emotions.

Resentment, jealousy, anger...

Jealousy targets Simoni, while resentment and anger targets Simoni and Sangdao Ciwuro at the same time.

"It seems that the two disciples of Ciwuro Sangdao... are uneasy."

Lindao Zuo Jinji must have smelled these too. Kawaruki looked at him, while Lindao Zuo Jinji nodded slightly, which was confirmed.

"Huo Yue... this person has a big problem."

Maybe it was because he had been together for a long time and was his disciple. Ciwulang of Sangdao could not see something wrong with this disciple, so he just thought that he was violent and impatient, which was a small problem.

As for the two people who can distinguish others' hearts at Kawaliu Shi and Lundao Zuoji, Mr. Lundao, who is definitely not suitable to be a swordsman in the ghost killing team.

Although he is already a swordsman at this moment, his heart is not suitable.

What can I do when I protect the waste?

Every ghost killing team member known to Chuanliushiqun will not say such words.

I need to think of a way to make Sangdao Ciwulang realize the true character of Yu Yue.

"Mr. Sandao, his name is Yu Yue, right? He looks like a useful swordsman. Those words are not intentional. Don't blame him, let's go into the house."

When the river flowed, it was a smooth situation, which was considered to have found a way for Lu Yue.

He had already had some ideas at this moment, and to leave a good impression on Lu Yue first.

When Lu Yue looked at Chuanliu, he didn't thank him verbally, but he smiled and acted happily.

While observing the river, I quickly noticed other patterns of Lu Yue.

If he was right when he was guessing, Lu Yue seemed to like others to praise and recognize him, and he would enjoy it according to his wishes.

Because when the river flowed, I praised Yu Yue twice, and I smelled the smell of pleasure from him, not thanking him, but being self-pleasant.

Sangdao Ciwulang sighed slightly and said, "Okay, then let's go back to the house first."

Lindao Zuoji turned his head and looked up at his roof, and said calmly: "Don't worry."
Chapter completed!