Chapter 4163 Aunt Huang, this old thing bullies me!
Huang Xuan suddenly appeared in the martial arts dungeon, cold as frost and majestic, looking at Mr. Zhang indifferently.
Her eyes lightly swept over the young man's body. Although they were still as distant as ever, there was a hint of complexity deep in her eyes.
Maybe it was Junlin Mountain and the heavy snow last night that reminded her of the young man from the old days.
Maybe——
Many years ago, her young husband was also at a loss and in great pain.
Also in the deserted night, alone, crying.
She didn't know what would happen in Ye Wuhen's past and future, but Ye Wuhen's tears touched her.
She thought, Ye Wuhen must love that girl very much.
She also hopes that Ye Wuhen will not follow in the footsteps of her and the young man.
"Aunt Huang..."
Mr. Zhang was dumbfounded and stared at Huang Xuan in a daze.
It should be noted that in the martial arts association, if we talk about feudal old-fashionedness, Mr. Zhang cannot be the first, but this Aunt Huang has to be.
Logically speaking, Aunt Huang should have been even more angry when she learned that Ye Wuhen was persuading the Emperor Wu to drink at Junlin Mountain. Why did she still speak for Ye Wuhen?
Mr. Zhang is confused and puzzled!
Not only Mr. Zhang, but also Luo Cheng was confused.
"Aunt Huang, are you going to teach Ye Wuhen a lesson in person?" A flash of inspiration flashed through Luo Cheng's mind, and at the same time, he blurted out.
Qingge's entire face turned dark, and she looked at Uncle Luo speechlessly.
Huang Xuan said: "She is right. The Martial Emperor has dedicated his duties for eight thousand years. In your eyes, is the lord of martial arts not as good as a glass of wine?"
"Even if it is an eternal ancestral precept, it doesn't hurt to break it occasionally. Mr. Zhang, it's you who went too far."
Huang Xuan's tone is very calm, but she is not angry and confident!
As one of the protectors under Emperor Wu, Huang Xuan possesses supreme power and monstrous strength!
Its power can shake the mountains, rivers, sun, moon and stars, and can split the beasts of the world and the sea!
Qingge seemed to have thought of something, raised her eyebrows, and jumped behind Huang Xuan.
Stretching out a hand, he shook open the jade bone fan with the four characters "Destroying Flowers with a Dangerous Hand" written on it, and a small head poked out from behind Huang Xuan, with his black eyes shining slightly.
Suddenly, the young man closed his fan, pointed at Mr. Zhang, snorted, and said aggrievedly: "Aunt Huang, this old guy bullied me!"
"It's shameless to bully the small with the big!"
The boy was vivid and stared.
Mr. Zhang had never suffered such humiliation. He stared with anger and almost died on the spot. He carried the coffin and buried it. Mr. Zhang swallowed his saliva, gritted his teeth, lowered his head and said, "Aunt Huang, Wu
Although the emperor broke the rules and was excusable, this ignorant fool who dared to bring wine to Junlin Mountain and did such a bold and deviant thing should be punished by death.
Damn it! Even if the death penalty is avoidable, it should be sent to a trial and punished."
"As the saying goes, there is no rule without rules!"
"The rules of martial arts are strict, and all the disciples are dedicated to their work and thirsty for knowledge."
"If we let him go, what will happen if the disciples follow suit in the future? Then wouldn't he, Ye Wuhen, become a cancer in my martial arts?"
"Aunt Huang, please take this son away from the place of judgment and punish him severely!"
The more Mr. Zhang talked, the angrier he became.
Ever since this kid appeared in the area of the Martial Arts Association, the Martial Arts Association has never had peace for the past few days.
Tiantian Square, the death of Xu Shan, the dispute between the sect masters, the emergence of the Hundred Ranking Illusion Formation, the leak of the library, Emperor Wu breaking his precepts...
When he thought about it carefully, Mr. Zhang became even more frightened and felt more and more that this kid was a cancer in the martial arts association.
Although Ye Wuhen has some talent, if he is not driven away as soon as possible and under strict supervision, he may harm the martial arts association!
Mr. Zhang gritted his teeth and was indignant.
The others also looked at Huang Xuan.
Qingge stood behind Huang Xuan, blinked her eyes, and said in a softer voice: "Aunt Huang, I'm afraid of pain."
Luo Cheng: "..."
What a disgusting brat!
Where did the good man's full blood go?
He glared at Ye Wuhen fiercely, wishing he could wring out the delicate air from Ye Wuhen.
A dignified man is so pretentious.
It's not as good as his goddess who is so domineering, fighting on the battlefield with swords drawn and swords drawn.
It's not like this, as delicate as a little baby.
At this moment, Luo Cheng nodded, actually standing on a united front with Mr. Zhang, and said: "Aunt Huang, take this kid away quickly, punish him well, and give him some training."
Qingge: "..." Why does Uncle Luo have two faces?
It seems that Jiang Linger must be more careful about this old guy in the future.
Aunt Huang was silent for a long time.
Mr. Zhang said: "Aunt Huang, if we don't punish this boy, it will be difficult to establish the authority of our martial arts sect!"
"Um?"
Aunt Huang spoke slowly, "Mr. Zhang, you are so majestic."
There were faint signs of anger in his words.
Mr. Zhang quickly lowered his head, swallowed his saliva, and did not dare to let out a breath.
Aunt Huang sneered, "Why, in martial arts, don't I have the authority to speak?"
"No..." Mr. Zhang whispered softly.
"Ye Wuhen is the spiritual master of the Martial Arts Association and the guest of the Martial Emperor. She also thinks that the Martial Emperor is too tired for eight thousand years, so she has good intentions and has a drink with the Martial Emperor. Do you still want to be punished?
?" Huang Xuan asked.
"No...there will be no punishment." Huang Xuan shouted, and Mr. Zhang stopped talking.
It can be seen that Huang Xuan's status in the martial arts association is as if it is superior to Mr. Zhang!
Even if he is a great master, he can only be Huang Xuan’s follower!
"Come with me." Huang Xuan turned around and walked out, looking at Qing Ge coldly.
Qingge shook her fan and said with a smile: "Old man, if you dare to scare me next time, I, Aunt Huang, will kill you."
Huang Xuan: "..." Could you please show me some face?
How is it so different from last night's sad spring and autumn?
Huang Xuan even suspected that the sorrow expressed by Ye Wuhen when she was at Junlin Mountain last night was just an illusion in her dream.
The corner of Huang Xuan's mouth twitched, as cold as frost, she strode out, leaving only a proud back.
Mr. Zhang was already furious. Now he was so stimulated by the singing that his face turned red and he could no longer stand still.
The other guards were worried and immediately supported Mr. Zhang.
Mr. Zhang's whole body was twitching and spasming.
The young man raised his eyebrows, hummed a tune, and walked out happily.
But it made Mr. Zhang even more angry and convulsed non-stop.
Qingge shrugged.
As an alchemist, she naturally knew that Mr. Zhang was old and could not bear the stimulation, so there would be no physical problems.
"Just pinch the person." Qingge said.
Luo Cheng was so frightened that he dug his hands into Mr. Zhang's philtrum.
However, there seems to be no sign of improvement for Mr. Zhang.
"Uncle Luo, this junior has a saying that I don't know whether to say or not." Qing Ge spoke again.
"I'm already so anxious. You're still so docile, so hurry up and say it." Luo Cheng became anxious, gouging out his eyes and singing softly.
"What you pinched was not Renzhong, but Mr. Zhang's chin." "..."