Yang Haoran pretended to be asking for advice humbly.
He even bent slightly towards Meng Qianfeng with a sincere look on his face.
"I understand the rules, but rules are always broken sometimes.
If you break the rules, you will naturally be punished.
I want to know, if you really accidentally commit the following, how should you deal with it?"
Meng Qianfeng couldn't help but feel proud when he looked at Yang Haoran's frightened appearance.
He rolled his eyes a few times and immediately straightened his face.
Then he put his hands behind his back, like an elder educating a younger one.
He said meaningfully and sternly: "There is no rule without rules. This is the foundation of the sect.
If you break the rules, you will naturally be punished, especially if you make such a fundamental mistake!
It must be severely punished and never tolerated!"
Yang Haoran's expression was solemn, and his hands were placed on both sides of his body very honestly.
Just like a primary school student following the instructions of a teacher, he is walking on thin ice.
This performance made Meng Qianfeng very satisfied, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
He coughed and continued: "The following offenders will be guilty of great disrespect.
You must sincerely kneel down to your teacher and beg him to forgive you.
If the teacher does not forgive him for a day, the junior will not stand up for a day.
If the teacher has any requirements, the juniors must not disobey them in the slightest.
Only in this way can we sincerely repent.
If this junior is not willing to do this, the teacher can only use thunderous means to punish him severely!"
Having said this, Meng Qianfeng looked at Yang Haoran with a serious face and smiled.
"I said this, is there anything else you don't understand?"
Yang Haoran straightened up, shook his head and said, "I understand it very well, and I also know what to do."
Meng Qianfeng smiled happily: "Since you know it, why don't you act quickly?
With an elder like me, I will never treat you badly.
For the sake of my godfather, I will also give you a future!"
Meng Qianfeng said proudly, raising his head very high and pointing his nostrils towards Yang Haoran.
Yang Haoran remained motionless, just smiling with amusement on his face.
Then he reached into his arms and took an ebony sign in his hand.
The ebony tablet is only half the size of a palm, with a golden fairy character on it.
Yang Haoran raised the ebony sign high above his head, almost in front of Meng Qianfeng's eyes.
"Do you recognize this?"
Yang Haoran asked leisurely, and then continued: "I remember hearing my master say it.
Back then, my senior brother, Ouyang Zilin, had seen this small fairy temple token.
Not only that, but he also knows the meaning of this token.
He once promised that as long as the Vajra Wuji Sect is still there, this token will be valid forever.
Take a look, do you recognize it?"
Meng Qianfeng's eyes fell on the ebony sign, and then his expression became dull.
The muscles on his face twitched for a while, and a dark cloud suddenly appeared on his withered face.
Although he has never seen the actual ebony card, he has been guided by his master to see the exact same picture more than once.
Moreover, Ouyang Zilin solemnly confessed that the person holding the ebony sign must be the leader of Xiaoxian Temple.
Although Taoist Wukong is very old, he has a long life.
More than twenty years ago, my master once visited Xiaoxian Temple before he died.
After returning, he also told Meng Qianfeng that Taoist Wukong was in good spirits and showed no signs of decline in life.
In this way, if the token is passed to Yang Haoran, it can only be the second generation!
Thinking of this, Meng Qianfeng felt his head grow heavy and took a breath of cold air.
Meng Qianfeng, who was originally condescending, reluctantly stepped off the rock.
As a result, the situation immediately changed, and Yang Haoran looked down at Meng Qianfeng.
Meng Qianfeng's upper and lower teeth clenched together, making a squeaking sound.
He looked at Yang Haoran with flashing eyes, but he no longer had the arrogance before, but kept dodging.
"Ahem, how many generations are you my god-grandfather's descendant?"
Yang Haoran looked surprised and deliberately spoke loudly.
"Are you asking knowingly? My master passed away within a year. Do you think he would leave the position of master to the next generation of disciples?"
Forehead!
Meng Qianfeng's head turned black, and he suddenly remembered the questions Yang Haoran had just asked.
Only then did he realize that it was just a trap dug for him!
However, Meng Qianfeng is not someone who jumps into the trap casually.
His eyes kept scanning Yang Haoran's face, his expression extremely gloomy.
He lowered his voice and said: "How can I believe you when you talk so emptyly?
If there is no other evidence, you lied to me!"
Even if Yang Haoran's identity was confirmed in his heart, Meng Qianfeng did not want to admit it personally.
So what if it was a rogue act? This guy must not be humiliated!
Yang Haoran smiled brightly, as if he had already anticipated Meng Qianfeng's reaction.
Slowly he stretched out his right palm, palm facing upward.
"It's right for you to be cautious. After all, there are many charlatans and charlatans, and you won't suffer any harm if you have more than one mind.
Fortunately, my master was wise and had already left a way for people to identify themselves.
I think my senior brother Ouyang Zilin should have taught you!"
Yang Haoran sighed and made the word "senior brother" very clear.
Meng Qianfeng felt as if his heart had been hit by a hammer, making a loud banging sound.
Then with a dark face, he saw a yellow light shining in Yang Haoran's palm.
Suddenly, there was thunder rolling.
Meng Qianfeng's face became more and more ugly, but he was even more embarrassed.
He lowered his head and looked around, as if trying to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
Yang Haoran sighed: "My master's palm thunder is unique, and my senior brother must be able to recognize it if he is here.
It's a pity that my miserable senior brother is no longer here, and it's hard to say whether his disciples will recognize him!"
Yang Haoran shook his head and sighed, having already withdrawn the palm thunder.
"That's all, my master saved people out of compassion.
I never thought about getting anything in return, let alone any karma.
It's all because my senior brother is too persistent!
But now that the old friend is gone, let’s forget about this cause and effect.
After all, some people are reluctant in their hearts. As for the master's last wish, that's all bullshit!
Why is your own face important?"
Meng Qianfeng's face turned green and red. He thought he was thick-skinned, but he also felt hot at this moment.
Although Erhei and Li Weiwei in the distance didn't know what happened specifically, they could clearly see Meng Qianfeng's embarrassed expression.
Erhei looked surprised and kept scratching his head.
"What's wrong with this old bastard? What did the pretty boy do to him?"
Li Weiwei looked serious: "I think the two of them are quite harmonious."
Yang Haoran looked up at the sky and sighed.
"Brother Ouyang Zilin, the relationship between you and Xiaoxian Temple ends here.
Your spirit in heaven must rest in peace, and don’t get angry casually!”
