Chen Qinghe was stunned for a while, frowned, and said with an unhappy look on his face: "Thank you, Senior Brother Yan, but that's no need."
He wanted to walk towards Ye Xun'er, but found that Yan Nanji's slender hand was tightly restraining him. It seemed to have strong power invisibly, and he couldn't move even with all his strength.
Chen Qinghe was shocked.
If Yan Nanji continues to be idle and idle, she is still a disciple of Zhanxing and cannot be defeated by him!
Chen Qinghe raised his head and looked at Yan Nanji, only to see Yan Nanji smiling like a fox: "Junior brother Chen, senior brother, seeing that your seal is black, there will be a bloody disaster. It is better to buy a gold robe and wear it to ward off the disaster."
Chen Qinghe hesitated to speak, he was very impatient, but he did not dare to get angry casually.
And after everyone cooperated, in front of everyone, Mu Sheng, mother and daughter, became annoyed and angry, especially in embarrassment!
Ye Xun'er struggled a few times to get up, but to no avail.
Xiao Li increased the force on his feet and pressed Ye Xun'er until she was breathless.
Xiao Li raised his cheeks and looked at Mu Sheng with a smile, "As a disciple, Ye Xun'er is shameless and spoke rudely. I specially teach her a lesson on behalf of Priest Mu. Priest Mu doesn't need to be grateful. We are all disciples."
It should be done.”
Mu Sheng's eyes were bloodshot and red, filled with anger and murderous intent, but he couldn't vent it out.
At least, not in front of countless disciples in Chaoyang Hall.
"The repentance expressed by the priest is endless, so that our disciples can learn from it..."
Chu Yue, Xiao Li and others looked at each other, then looked at Mu Sheng, and said with a smile: "I think in order to admire the kindness of the priest, I will copy Buddhist scriptures in public at Chaoyang Hall every day for the rest of my life.
Burn the sutras to save the dead souls of Jiuyou."
Mu Sheng frowned suddenly, "I——"
"My disciples learned from the priest's act of copying Buddhist scriptures!"
Leng Qingshuang, Xiao Li and others clasped their fists and nodded in tacit agreement.
After a moment, the other disciples of Chaoyang Hall, led by Ye Ying, Xia Shan, Tu Weiwei and others, raised their hands and said in unison:
"My disciples learned from the priest's act of copying Buddhist scriptures!"
"..."
The fierce and high-spirited words left Mu Sheng with no way out.
Hearing the sudden sound, Mu Sheng, who was passive, could not even strike back.
She maintained an elegant sitting posture, wearing a luxurious priest's robe. Amidst the bustle of people, she lowered her head and looked at the girl beside the horse.
The red dress makes the girl bright and radiant.
She was clasping her fists loudly, but there was a deathly silence in her beautiful eyes, like an eternal deep pool, which made people feel frightened.
On the top floor of the Martial Arts Palace in the distance, a man in black robes wearing a bamboo hat on his head, with his hands folded across his chest, held an unsheathed sword.
He looked deeply at the corner of the Chaoyang Hall, where the figure of the girl in red was reflected, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth under the bamboo hat.
"This kid is really wild, no wonder he can tame Emperor Zun."
Shen Wuxing whispered to himself: "But she looks much cuter than Mu Sheng's pretentious old poisonous woman."
At the end of the sentence, Shen Wuxing's eyes were full of worry again.
"Child, when you break through the southern wall on this road and walk into the abyss, I hope you can still be as arrogant and fearless as you are today."
Shen Wu Zhen sighed like spring and autumn.
Then, he went crazy for no reason, "Fuck my second uncle, why am I being so pretentious like a bitch?"
Shen Wuxing Jian frowned, with a look of confusion on his face again.
Isn't he going to perform a mission in Shenmai Jiuzhou?
Why did you end up in this stupid Shenxuan Academy?
Shen Wuxing, who was ignored, snorted to himself and glared fiercely at Chu Yue, who was still confronting Mu Sheng in the Chaoyang Hall.
"Don't be complacent, I'm not worried about you, I'm just passing by."
Shen Wuxing groaned, turned around, pointed his buttocks in the direction of Chu Yue, and then quietly left in a comfortable mood.
In the Chaoyang Hall, in front of the stone platform, Chu Yue touched her itchy nose, with a little confusion in her eyes.
Why do I have the urge to sneeze?
Chu Yue subconsciously glanced at the magnificent martial arts palace, raised her eyebrows, and then casually looked at the aggrieved Mu Sheng, and asked straight to the point: "Priest Mu, are you afraid of the cold weather?"
Did you hurt your body while copying Buddhist scriptures in the hot summer? However, Priest Mu is a person selected by the Tianfu royal family. The disciples believe in the vision of the Tianfu royal family and also believe in Priest Mu’s determination to devote himself to martial arts and repent!”