Su Laosan slowly put on his sneakers, yawned and said, "You helping the Chen family have nothing to do with me."
"The grudge between you and the old drunkard is also a grudge between your senior brothers."
"But you shouldn't bully my motherless nephew."
"I don't blame you for helping Chen Xuanjun pick out Fang Wenxuan, who has a fake phoenix destiny. My fourth brother is an ordinary citizen, and his luck cannot suppress that woman."
"Well, you indirectly saved my fourth brother's life, so I don't have this grudge against you."
"But one code leads to another. Now you are helping Mr. Chen Xuan touch the blood of my Su family, my fourth brother's only son."
"Jiang Yuezhong, do you think I, Su Xinglan, is easy to bully, or do you think I dare not kill you?"
This sloppy man, who was just a lunatic in the eyes of the villagers of Taoshan Village, suddenly exploded with murderous intent shooting into the sky.
His eyes were hazy, with a strong smell of blood: "Back then, I dared to break into the Xuanmen alone with one sword, but now I dare to twist your head off and play it as a ball."
"Don't say you are just a traitor to the Taoist sect. Even if you are an old drunkard here, you still have to give me an explanation for what happened today."
The old Taoist priest named Jiang Yuezhong was confused and looked shocked.
His right hand holding the iron pestle shook without trace, and he said in a voiceless voice: "Su, is Suning your nephew?"
"Then, that man is your fourth brother?"
"That Fang Wenxuan..." The old Taoist priest shivered uncontrollably, his face uncertain.
"What do you think?" Su Laosan leaned over, picked up the hot copper pot and poured himself a cup of tea. He said with a ferocious expression: "Taoist stargazing, Kunlun fortune distribution, you think you are doing it without being noticed.
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"As I put it here today, Suning is the only one in my old Su family."
"I can pretend I didn't see the little fuss, and I don't mind if he exercises here."
"But if you, you old guys, take action against him, I can't just sit back and watch."
"To put it harshly, it's shameless to use the big to bully the small."
The old Taoist priest raised his head, looked directly into Su Laosan's cold eyes and said, "Since you cherish your nephew so much, why bother sending him to Zhongzhou and then sending him to Lingxi."
"You know full well that the battle over destiny is about to begin, but once you get involved, there's no such thing as peace of mind."
"The Gu worm was indeed given by me, and I was the one who made suggestions for Chen Xuanjun."
"But I didn't know about your relationship with Suning beforehand."
"Besides, it's you who is unruly, not me."
The old Taoist priest refused to give in and said: "If you want to save your nephew, you should take him back to Taoshan Village. Isn't it good to let him move around under your nose?"
Su Laosan put down his cup and said with a clear understanding: "So, you think you can't explain it to me?"
"I can't give it." The old Taoist priest said unmoved: "As a former Taoist elder, it's not your turn to teach me how to do things."
Su Laosan stopped talking nonsense and pointed out. The cup turned without any wind and rushed toward the old Taoist priest sitting opposite with lightning speed.
"Jiang Yuezhong, I offer this cup of tea to you. If you can drink it, drink it. If you can't drink it, half of your realm will be ruined."
"Next time, I will carry your head to Daomen and help you die to apologize."
The man in casual clothes turned and left, his steps light.
The big toe exposed outside the shoe moves up and down in a very rhythmic manner.
In the pavilion, the air waves surged like a long dragon.
There are ups and downs, and the catharsis continues in all directions.
The old Taoist priest who greeted him with his palms turned red and his eyes bulged.
"boom."
The stone table was torn into pieces and tea spilled all over the floor.
In the dusty sky, the old man sitting quietly on the stone bench flew out like a kite with broken strings.
"Wow."
He clutched his chest, and large spurts of scarlet spurted out from his mouth.
"Su Xinglan." The old Taoist priest's eyes were vicious and his teeth were clenched.
He struggled to get up, his breath was ragged, and he stumbled towards his room.
Until he lay weakly on the sofa, feeling that his Heavenly Master realm was declining, and he murmured to himself unwillingly: "He is indeed the man who almost replaced Ji Xuanqing as the headmaster of Kunlun."
"He is worthy of being a madman who pursued Xuanmen with one man and one sword, was surrounded by three thousand Xuanmen disciples, and was able to kill the six elders of Xuanmen with one sword and leave in style."
"Destroyed half of my realm with one finger. I will remember this grudge."
