Li Muchan shook his head. He didn't expect that Wang Xiaoyao was a seed of infatuation, which was rare.
Not surprisingly, this Wang Xiaoyao will also be the Pavilion Master of Penglai Pavilion in the future. He will be in charge of a faction. He must have dealt with a lot of affairs now and learned to be calm and emotionless in situations.
Like my senior sister, although she is young, her heart is a bit old. Reason is more important than emotion, and emotion is not so important, at least not as important as the interests of the sect.
For example, Nie Xuefeng, who previously had a deep affection for Senior Sister Wen and pursued her vigorously, but for the sake of the sect's interests, he quickly accepted the marriage with Penglai Pavilion.
This Wang Xiaoyao is obsessed with feelings and is really an anomaly.
"Haha... what a very affectionate Wang Xiaoyao!" Head Nie suddenly looked up to the sky and let out a long laugh, with a look of admiration on his face.
The face of the short and thin old man changed slightly, he clasped his fists and said sincerely: "Master Nie, please forgive me, but let me say a few more words to him! Young Pavilion Master is crazy!"
He didn't wait for Head Nie to speak, and quickly grabbed Wang Xiaoyao and lowered his voice: "Young Pavilion Master, how are you going to deal with this situation? Have you ever thought about it, once the Changbai Sword Sect turns against us, who will suppress the Wang family? You
He will be the sinner of our Penglai Pavilion!"
"I don't care!" Wang Xiaoyao shook his head vigorously and said loudly: "I am a man, but I can't keep my own woman. What's the use of being this bullshit pavilion master! What's the use!"
"Shut up!" The short and thin old man lowered his face and snorted heavily: "Even if you are the young master of the pavilion, I still have the right to make the decision, so stand down!"
He took out a black iron plate from his arms. It was dark and without any luster, as if it swallowed up all the light around it.
He raised the iron sign and held it high in front of Wang Xiaoyao: "Wang Xiaoyao listens to the order and leaves here immediately and returns to Penglai Pavilion to wait for disposal!"
Wang Xiaoyao stared at the black iron plate, gritting his teeth, his originally handsome face turned ferocious, and the veins on his forehead were slightly exposed, as if he was fighting against invisible forces.
The short and thin old man held up the black iron plate, stared at him gloomily, and sneered: "Why, Wang Xiaoyao, don't you accept the order?"
Wang Xiaoyao stared at the iron plate. After a long time, he shook his head: "I won't accept the order!... The responsibility for disobeying the order will be punished in the execution hall. Today, even if the master comes, don't think about it.
Let me go! If you want to leave, I will pick up Fengxia and go with you!"
The short and thin old man laughed angrily: "Okay, young Pavilion Master, you are really crazy! How dare you disobey the Pavilion Master's order? You still take Penglai Pavilion's rules in your eyes, and you also treat Penglai Pavilion's ancestors
Are you taking it seriously first?!...Do you want to betray Penglai Pavilion?!"
Wang Xiaoyao said coldly: "I will accept the punishment, but I want to take Fengxia away!"
"You want to take Fengxia away, but will Fengxia follow you?" The short and thin old man sneered.
Wang Xiaoyao said in a deep voice: "I don't care, I must take Fengxia away. Fengxia is mine and cannot marry someone named Nie. Anyone who stops me is my enemy!"
"Okay, I'll be the first to stop you!" The short and thin old man sneered and patted his chest: "If you want to take Fengxia away, you have to step over me!"
"Uncle He, don't force me!" Wang Xiaoyao said in a deep voice.
"You dare to disobey the pavilion master's order, are you still afraid of killing me?!" the short and thin old man sneered.
Wang Xiaoyao shook his head, suddenly stepped behind the old man, and went to grab the girl's hand. He was about to grab it, but suddenly a palm came behind her.
He waved his hand to avoid it, but saw Nie Xuefeng standing in front of him, blocking the girl behind him.
Nie Xuefeng sneered and glanced at him disdainfully: "Wang Xiaoyao, I'm so brave! If you want to rob Miss He, ask me first if I agree!"
Wang Xiaoyao's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, and he stared at Nie Xuefeng: "Nie, get out of the way——!"
"Okay, defeat me, and I'll get out of the way!" Nie Xuefeng sneered. He looked at Wang Xiaoyao condescendingly with a calm expression.
Wang Xiaoyao gritted his teeth and nodded slowly: "Okay, today I want to learn from you why you, surnamed Nie, are so crazy and want to take over!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his palms turned into palm shadows that filled the sky and enveloped Nie Xuefeng.
Nie Xuefeng raised his voice and said: "Miss Li, lend me your sword!"
He flashed in front of Li Yujiao and was about to draw the long sword from her waist.
Li Yujiao only twisted her waist slightly and hummed: "I won't borrow it!"
This time, he just avoided Nie Xuefeng's hand. It was so wonderful that Nie Xuefeng grabbed the air with one hand and didn't care to say any more. The shadow of his palm fell down all over the sky.
Hearing his name, one knows that the Changbai Sword Sect is good at swordsmanship, but other martial arts are not as good as swordsmanship. Without a sword in his hand, Nie Xuefeng is like a tiger without its claws.
He did not expect Li Yujiao to react like this. He originally thought that Li Yujiao was young and would be at a loss when faced with his sudden attack. She not only obtained the long sword, but also showed her power.
If he really gets the sword now, he will be able to suppress the majesty of Saint Snow Peak and become famous all over the world.
Li Yujiao rarely walked around the martial arts world and seemed gentle. Although she had a reputation for being powerful in martial arts, others inevitably underestimated her, and Nie Xuefeng suffered a lot.
Wang Xiaoyao's palm skills are like a violent storm, rapid and dense, leaving no room for respite. Once a slap is received, there is no chance of turning over.
People's energy is limited. Although the fists and kicks of Changbai Sword Sect are not as good as swordsmanship, they are not weak in power. However, Nie Xuefeng focused on the practice of swordsmanship, so he was able to master Feixian Swordsmanship at a young age.
Wang Xiaoyao was not very good at boxing and kicking, but Wang Xiaoyao was very good at it. The two were so strong and weak that they were immediately at odds. Nie Xuefeng was at a disadvantage and struggled to hold on.
"Don't stop it!" There was a sudden shout, and Head Nie slapped the table and said bitterly: "Isn't that embarrassing enough?"
His voice was like thunder, and Wang Xiaoyao was stunned for a moment.
Nie Xuefeng's mentality was the same as that of Head Nie, but it was not affected. He quickly retreated, jumped out of the circle, and was finally able to take a breath.
Li Muchan and Wen Yinyue looked at each other and shook their heads. Head Nie's move really seemed like bullying the weak. Seeing that Nie Xuefeng was about to be defeated, he suddenly interrupted.
Wang Xiaoyao glared at Head Nie with a sneer on his lips.
Head Nie glanced at the two of them coldly, shook his head and said: "To go to war for a woman, to betray the friendship between the two families, and not to understand the general situation, I am really disappointed!"
"Dad..." Nie Xuefeng was unconvinced.
"Shut up!" Head Nie glared, lightning flashing across his eyes, shocking people's hearts.
Wang Xiaoyao was also shocked, took a deep breath, calmed down and said in a deep voice: "Master Nie, no matter what, Fengxia is my woman, I cannot marry him!"
Head Nie said coldly: "Is she really your woman? If so, why did your master agree to this marriage? Is he just entertaining us?"
"Master is against me being with Fengxia." Wang Xiaoyao hummed.
"Since the master is against it, you, a disciple, dare to disobey the order?" Head Nie snorted coldly.
Wang Xiaoyao said: "I want to make the decision myself!"
Head Nie shook his head and sighed: "You are happy, so you are not afraid of Master being sad?"
Wang Xiaoyao said in a deep voice: "Master is only opposed for a moment and doesn't know how good Feng Xia is. If I marry Feng Xia in the future, Master will naturally change his mind."
"You..." Head Nie shook his head and turned around and said, "Elder He, in my opinion, let's forget it. Don't make a joke."
He thought deeply and far-reachingly. Even if he forced He Fengxia to marry him out of honor, she would probably not be happy if she wanted to belong to someone else.
The Changbai Sword Sect is important, and so is his son's happiness. Women are nothing, but judging from his nature, he doesn't regard women as nothing. A woman is enough to make him dizzy and do some ridiculous things.
Elder He hurriedly said: "Master Nie, this matter was agreed to by the Pavilion Master. I have no right to decide."
Head Nie shook his head and smiled bitterly. He glanced at the people around him and saw the excitement in their eyes. They were all waiting for a good show. These people...
He smiled and said: "Well, let's make this matter up to Miss He. If she agrees to the engagement, then the engagement will be made. If she doesn't agree, forget it. How about that?"
"This..." Elder He was startled and looked troubled.
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"That's it!" He waved his hand, turned around and said with a smile: "Miss He, just tell me who you want to go with. I will make the decision for you. Even if you choose Wang Shaoxia, I will not blame you and will not pursue you any further.
This matter!"
He Fengxia was dressed in red satin, her skin was white and rosy. She raised her head, her face was like a spring flower, her eyes swept over Head Nie, then turned to Nie Xuefeng, and finally stopped on Wang Xiaoyao's face.
Wang Xiaoyao took a step forward: "Fengxia..."
"Miss He!" Nie Xuefeng looked at her earnestly.
Elder He hummed in a deep voice: "Xia'er, without the Pavilion Master, there would be no father and daughter. You have to think about it!"
He Fengxia's eyes were filled with sparkles and kept flickering, and her face, as pretty as a spring flower, slowly turned pale.
The sound of needle drops could be heard in the hall, and everyone's eyes were fixed on her face, wanting to see how she would choose.
"Haha..." A long laugh suddenly sounded.
Everyone turned around and saw a gray-robed monk sitting second from the left. He was holding Buddhist beads with his left hand, laughing loudly and shaking his head.
They recognized it as Zhan Ran, the monk with two swords, and were even more excited.
"Why is Master Zhanran laughing?" Head Nie narrowed his eyes and asked calmly.
Li Muchan suppressed his smile, shook his head and sighed: "I just feel sorry that such a delicate woman has to be forced to make such a choice. Don't you think it's too cruel, Head Nie?"
Head Nie seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "She can choose whatever she wants. No one forces her. There's nothing cruel about it. Master Zhanran actually has a compassionate heart!"
Li Muchan shook his head and said: "One side is kindness, and the other side is affection. Miss He chose the son to repay the favor, but she failed Wang Shaoxia's affection. By choosing Wang Shaoxia, Wang Shaoxia fulfilled Wang Shaoxia's affection, but she also failed the Penglai Pavilion Master. Changed
Head Nie, how should I choose?"
"I naturally choose Enqing." Head Nie said solemnly.
Li Muchan said with a smile: "Children love each other, but heroes lack breath. Asking what love is in the world makes people agree to each other even if they live or die... I admire Master Nie for being able to cut off love and despair!"
Nie Xuefeng had plotted against Li Yujiao just now because of his seat. He hated the father and son in his heart and spoke out without hesitation.
He understood clearly that Leader Nie had no good intentions towards the Canghai Sword Sect. Even if he tried to compromise, it would be useless, so he might as well vent his anger on his master's behalf.
***: There’s more to come. Today I’m going to work my butt off. I don’t believe you can’t get your ***.