Everyday I Get Up To See The Villain Stealing The Show Chapter 8

That evening, Han Changsheng returned to his room and took out the book on Yuehua Sect's rules and regulations.

He had taught in Tianning for nineteen years and been the leader for several years now. Tianning's teachings on the righteous Sects were unclear, but now he had to study the rules of Yuehua Sect.

If for nothing else, to drive out that Dog Lord Xianjun out.

The Black and White Impermanence only told him the mysterious old man would die in a month. Before, Anyuan happened to find the old man and was taught by him, but now the original Li Jiulong died first and left this heavy burden to him. In one month, he had to find a way to drive Anyuan out of Yuehua and let him find the old man.

However, not only was Anyuan popular, there was no one from top to bottom that didn't like him. It wasn't going to be easy to frame him.

The Yuehua Sect was descended from martial arts, and there were enough rules to give Han Changsheng a headache. He skipped several of them and only looked at the ones that would see a disciple expelled from the Sect. Whoring or prost.i.tution, gambling, robbery, murder, etc. were among them.

At morning practice the next day, Han Changsheng yawned as he practiced his martial arts. Liu Xiaoqi ran in, "Ds.h.i.+xiong, good morning!"

Ever since Han Changsheng saved Liu Xiaoqi, the younger disciple would rush to greet him every morning.

Han Changsheng's expression contorted listlessly.

Liu Xiaoqi looked at him and asked cautiously, "Ds.h.i.+xiong, did you not sleep well last night?"

Han Changsheng thought about Anyuan all night, and his lack of sleep was written on his face.

Liu Xiaoqi worried. "Is your body okay? I'll make a sachet tonight for you, it'll help you sleep and soothe your nerves."

"It's nothing urgent. I just have something to ask you." Han Changsheng glanced around and whispered, "Xiao s.h.i.+di, do you know of Huangfu's shortcomings?"

Liu Xiaoqi was a little surprised but answered, "Er-s.h.i.+xiong is honest and has goodwill. Shortcomings. . . I don't really know."

Han Changsheng snapped, "Who wants you to say he is kind and good?"

Liu Xiaoqi hurried to appease him, "Ds.h.i.+xiong is kinder, even if your face is colder than your heart." This was the truth, he was touched that Han Changsheng helped him. If it had been er-s.h.i.+xiong, he probably wouldn't have cared.

Han Changsheng said, "I didn't ask you to flatter me. Is there really nothing wrong with him?"

Liu Xiaoqi was helpless. "What do you want, ds.h.i.+xiong? You're best friends with er-s.h.i.+xiong. If you don't know, how could I?"

Han Changsheng asked, "I'm best friends with Huangfu?"

Liu Xiaoqi nodded.

Although Li Jiulong hated Anyuan in his heart, he could always hide it on the surface. He knew that Yue Peng liked Anyuan the most and he would often hang around the second disciple and put on this show of brotherhood. At the same time, he did his best to damage the trust in Anyuan and sought out opportunities to murder him.

While the two spoke, Anyuan walked over.

He was also practicing so Anyuan naturally didn't wear a hat to cover his face. He was dressed in white clothing, and his posture was upright. With his face like white jade, eyebrows like mountains, and the depths of his eyes like water in autumn, his beauty was that of a blooming lotus flower.

Everyone set down their swords and turned to look at him. Anyuan had been in the Yuehua Sect for ten years, but people were still stunned by his appearance.

Han Changsheng also appeared somewhat dumbfounded, but he quickly returned to his senses and glared at Anyuan. This Dog Lord was better than his ancestors, and it was simply unbearable! He wanted to make him suffer a bit!

The sword in Han Changsheng's hand burned hot with the desire to stab the Dog.

Morning exercises ended after an hour, and the disciples were free to do as they wished. Some went back to rest, and others continued practicing their swordsmans.h.i.+p. Other still ran to the side to laugh and chatter together.

"Ds.h.i.+xiong!" When Han Changsheng was about to leave, Yue Yu-er yelled from behind and ran over. He pulled out his sword and pointed the tip at her heart. She jerked to a halt and almost ran into it. Even if it was a wooden sword, it still wasn't fun to hit.

Yue Yu-er wore an expression of grievance, "Ds.h.i.+xiong…"

Everyday Han Changsheng came to practice, this little girl would come find him. He deeply regretted acting out that day. If he had known things were going to turn out this way… He once heard Yue Yu-er speak maliciously about Tianning's teachings and struggled hard that night to not go and beat her face in. No one's martial arts were better than his! He! A teacher of Tianning! Had fallen so low as to spar with Yuehua's female disciple?

Han Changsheng's tongue swiped over his teeth, and he said, "Practice for another hundred years than come find Laozi!"

Yue yu-er pursed her lips and retreated.

He turned to leave but her voice demanded from behind him again, "Er-s.h.i.+xiong, compete with me!"

Han Changsheng stopped.

"Okay," Anyuan agreed.

Han Changsheng pretended to leave without care and walked around the corner, then wandered back to hide behind a tree. He was curious how good Anyuan was with his martial arts. He had kicked Anyuan off a cliff, but it was a sneak attack from behind, and Anyuan couldn't see it at all.

Yue Yu-er and Anyuan saluted each other and Anyuan elegantly offered, "Xiao s.h.i.+mei, if you please."

Yue Yu-er was not polite and swung her sword at Anyuan, "Watch!"

Anyuan leaned sideways to dodge the strike, and she tried again. Anyuan lifted his arm and blocked it.

After a few more strikes, Han Changsheng came to an understanding. Like the other disciples, Anyuan let Yue Yu-er win, but unlike the others, he made it an instructional contest.

He would point out her weaknesses with every move and crack them open, forcing Yue Yu-er to acknowledge her inadequacies. Still, he never took the initiative to attack. If Yue Yu-er was smart, she would learn by fighting him a few times. Han Changsheng and Gu Mingxian often compared notes this way.

However, after seven or eight collisions, Yue Yu-er suddenly dropped her sword and barked, "Stop!"

Anyuan stalled and asked, "Xiao s.h.i.+mei, what happened?"

Yue Yu-er snorted, "You go easy on me, and I can't do my best. If you won't fight, what is the point to this!"

Anyuan said, startled, "I don't want to fight. It's not a matter of winning or losing, it's about learning in comparison…"

Yue Yu-er interrupted him, "Do you look down on me?"

"How so?"

"Then do better!" Yue Yu-er didn't wait for his reply and stabbed toward his heart.

Anyuan had no choice but to block the sword. He still refused to use his full strength and pushed it aside. "Xiao s.h.i.+mei, your hand should be a little lower." "It's better to use the ninth style instead of that one." "Here…"

Yue Yu-er stopped again, and this time she dumped the sword on the ground. When she spoke, her voice was filled with hate, "You're all the same! Just because I'm the Head's daughter, everyone lets me win, coaxes me and deceives me! Only ds.h.i.+xiong will seriously practice with me and show me where I'm lacking!"

Don't even mention Anyuan, Han Changsheng hiding behind the tree was stunned. This misunderstanding… seems a little steep…

"Hmph! Hypocrite!" Yue Yu-er glared at Anyuan and turned to run away.

Anyuan watched her back as she left and sighed.

Han Changsheng stepped out from behind the tree and looked this way and that, then left in confusion.

He returned to his room and considered, again, the topic of expelling Anyuan. Yuehua Sect was very strict. If a disciple was absent from practice for no reason or was caught being lazy more than five times, they could be kicked out of martial arts. Other punishments included meditation, missing meals, getting beaten with a stick, and other penalties. If Han Changsheng acted like he did in the mountain, he would have been punished and kicked out of the sect every day.

But Anyuan's martila arts was doing very well. Otherwise, why would so many elders and peers like him? To seize his weakness, he would have to take the same road as Li Jiulong and get close to him first. Liu Xiaoqi said the closest person to Anyuan was Li Jiulong, so even if he was reluctant, he had to do it anyway.

Han Changsheng got up to go find Anyuan, but a bell rang outside. He had been in Yuehua for several days, but he'd never heard the bell before. There wasn't anything special about today, so what happened?

He opened his door and saw a group of disciples rus.h.i.+ng in a direction. Liu Xiaoqi was amongst them, and he darted over to grab him. "What's going on?"

Liu Xiaoqi was bewildered. "I don't know. The Head strikes the bell to gather everyone at the Writing Hall. I think it's something important." Han Changsheng didn't know, like Liu Xiaoqi, that the bell was a signal for the disciples to gather.

Confused, Han Changsheng followed the others in the direction of the Writing Hall.

Translator(s): Bet
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