Mingyue City is a hundred miles away.

Song Zhishu controlled Li Dao's flying sword and rushed towards Mingyue City.

The three of them were all crimson red, and the fire poison had seeped into their bodies. They felt like they were being scalded by boiling water all the time, and they were in excruciating pain.

The three of them have fallen into a coma. Song Zhishu also has fire poison in his body, but he has the awe-inspiring righteousness to suppress it steadily.

Along the way, Song Zhishu was taking drugs to replenish his mana. He dragged three people flying by himself, and the mana consumed was a bit exaggerated.

His body was feeling hot, Song Zhishu was extremely irritable, and a ball of anger was growing in his heart.

Looking back on the fifteen years since he traveled to this world, he was humble and submissive. He always felt that he was so bad. As long as he kept a low profile and was quiet, no one would come to trouble him.

Therefore, in the past fifteen years, except for occasionally complaining about God, Song Zhishu has not done anything too extreme. Whenever he encounters anything, he mainly keeps a low profile and makes peace.

But at this moment, Song Zhishu could not suppress his emotions.

As the ancients said, if a good person is bullied by others, a good horse will be ridden by others.

In other words, no matter whether it is right or wrong, you have to guard the tomb for thirty years.

At this time, a figure came from behind. It was a young student, wearing a Confucian robe, standing behind the old man.

As the disciples of the medical center walked out of the room, the latter took a long breath, looked at Song Zhishu and said.

Song Zhishu was not the kind of ruthless and unrighteous person who only had interests in his eyes. The ancients said that life is not always the same. If you are good, you will gain it, and if you are not good, you will lose it.

Song Zhishu smiled. In fact, Song Zhishu had a good impression of Li Dao and the others. Firstly, the three people acted in a straightforward and simple style, without so much fuss. Secondly, the three of them had good character and were worth making friends with. Furthermore, the three of them had good character.

It means reading the books of saints and sages for fifteen years.

"Brother, this is a medical clinic, not a pawn shop. There is a pawn shop on the left turn in front. We only accept spiritual stones and do not pledge flying swords."

"Can you exchange the goods first? Give me seven days and I will hand over the spiritual stones to you."

Before, he was full of passion and wanted to be at odds with Bai Qiuyu. After hearing Bai Qiuyu's identity, all the anger disappeared like an ebbing tide. Isn't this ridiculous?

At this time, Song Zhishu stood up and said, "I'll go back first and come back to see you in two days."

Laugh at your humbleness.

Not to mention the true chief, not even an inner door can be contacted by the four people in the room, they are just handymen.

There was ruthlessness in Song Zhishu's eyes. His two lifetimes made him extremely gentle, without the bloodiness of a young man. But what happened today awakened Song Zhishu's cold blood.

Wang Yue spoke out in a very calm tone.

This is an act that comes entirely from the heart, without any calculation of gains and losses, so you will gain more and more Confucian righteousness.

"May I ask, sir, if a gentleman is confused, what should he do?"

"Li Qingzhou?" The latter frowned even more, as if he had never heard of Li Qingzhou, but at this moment an old man walked out and said slowly: "Treat him."

He spoke out. The three of them knew that Song Zhishu was in a bad mood, so they didn't say anything. They just hoped that Song Zhishu could look away.

Now that he has four righteousnesses, he can become stronger faster, but it is a pity that the Saint Sword Embryo is not in his hands, otherwise, his promotion speed will be faster.

Sure enough, as soon as these words were said, everyone was completely silent, even Zhishu Song was silent.

Song Zhishu clenched his fists, what happened today taught him a lesson.

After Song Zhishu left, Li Dao's voice sounded again.

The temperature in the room was a bit high, and Li Dao and the three of them were lying flat on three beds respectively, looking extremely weak.

Li Dao spoke out.

But after Song Zhishu left, the old man couldn't help but smile. Song Zhishu's style was really rare.

This is three hundred low-grade spiritual stones. To be honest, it is not a lot for saving lives, but he does not have them on him, which is very important.

But after hearing the footsteps, the three of them looked at Zhishu Song in unison, especially Li Dao. He was already in his fifties, but when he saw Zhishu Song, Li Dao's eyes couldn't help but moisten.

The other party opened his mouth and told the price, one hundred low-grade spiritual stones per person. When he heard the price, Song Zhishu's face changed.

"Who is Bai Haochen?"

When the latter spoke, he spoke truthfully.

Soon, the handyman disciples in the medical center set off and took the three of them directly to a separate room for treatment.

"May I ask, sir, what should a gentleman do when he encounters injustice?"

Soon, Song Zhishu understood what was going on. Saving one life was better than building a seven-level pagoda. Killing the red fire beast and saving their lives might not be a big deal, but Bai Qiuyu's pressure made him

At the critical moment, choose to give up the treasure and choose to save three people you just met.

Different from the previous days, Mingyue Academy gradually returned to tranquility, and at the entrance of the academy, an old man wearing a Confucian robe slowly walked out, and happened to look into Song Zhishu's eyes.

Laugh at yourself for being cowardly.

Self-protection does not rely on swallowing one's anger, but relies on one's own strength. Only when one's own strength is strong, the enemy will not dare to offend.

"Senior, please rest assured."

"Taihao's true disciple."

But as soon as he said this, the room became even quieter.

Half an hour later, Song Zhishu arrived at Mingyue City. He was extremely fast and used his magic power to carry the three of them straight to the medical center.

In front of a strong person, I really can't get angry.

When they heard this, the three of them couldn't help but shed tears. This was not pretentious. They expressed their gratitude to Song Zhishu and their hatred for Bai Qiuyu.

The old man was stunned, obviously he didn't expect Song Zhishu to ask such a question when he came up.

"If there is no big problem, please ask senior brother to pay the fee first."

"Never forget the grace of saving your life."

"No need to thank you, just give me the spirit stone after seven days. If you can't get it, I don't care what relationship Li Qingzhou has with you. It's a small business, so please forgive me."

After saying this, Song Zhishu bowed and said goodbye. He came up and asked questions for no reason. He was not familiar with him, so this was really a bit presumptuous.

"Li Qingzhou is my junior sister. I would like to ask my junior brother to make it easier for me. This flying sword is worth nine hundred spirit stones. I will mortgage this place first. Within seven days, I will donate all the spirit stones."

This is simply an unexpected surprise.

The latter was stunned again, and Song Zhishu asked his third question.

The two responded without any reluctance.

But the funny thing is that this grievance drum has not been sounded for decades. It’s not that there are no grievances, and it’s not that no one dares to knock it, but the disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall guard the grievance drum. If they find someone who wants to knock it, they will step forward to ask.

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The old man opened his mouth, obviously well-informed. He had heard of Li Qingzhou's name, and after taking a look at the flying sword in Song Zhishu's hand, he believed most of it.

What a heaven-defying identity this is. The gap between them can no longer be described as a chasm. It is the difference between clouds and mud, and even more so the gap between a real dragon and an ant.

"Thank you, senior."

"Sir, please forgive me. The student lost his temper for a moment. I hope you don't mind."

About an hour later.

Song Zhishu's mood was particularly heavy, and he smiled from time to time.

However, dozens of Confucian righteousness surged through the three people's bodies.

"Understood."

"Thank you."

Song Zhishu understood what Li Dao meant in an instant, so he directly asked Bai Haochen where he came from.

Laugh at yourself for being ridiculous.

Laugh at yourself for being timid.

"When the injury heals, we will collect some spiritual stones and buy Brother Song a top-quality flying sword at the gathering."

Zhishu Song roared loudly, and all the eyes in the medical clinic focused on him.

"I have a very good relationship with Chief Senior Brother Taihao. The next senior brother will basically be him."

Li Dao spoke out, looked at Song Zhishu, and said this.

The Law Enforcement Hall is specially designed for sect disciples. As long as they feel they have been wronged, they can beat the grievance drum and let the Law Enforcement Hall judge what is right or wrong. However, the person who beats the drum has to pay a huge price and go to the sect.

Mengu Mausoleum has been guarding the mausoleum for our ancestors for thirty years.

Because as long as Song Zhishu did something slightly wrong, the lives of the three of them would be lost here.

Is it fair?

There is nothing unfair or fair, because this is reality.

"Brother Song, I cannot thank you enough for your kindness. I, Li Dao, owe you a life in this life, and I still can't repay it. If you need me, Li Dao, in the future, as long as you ask, my life will be yours."

For another half an hour, the four of them were silent and each other was in a bad mood.

"Save people."
To be continued...