"Just passing by, here to see your apprentice." Jiang Siming said and raised his eyebrows at Zhou Zhiruo and Ding Minjun.
Previously, 'Song Qingshu' and Zhang Wuji had flirted with each other, but they didn't even look at them, they were so disgusted.
Now that it was okay, when it was Jiang Siming, their hearts began to beat fast and their faces quickly turned red.
If Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji saw it, they would definitely say that Jianghu is too beautiful!
Mie Mie frowned and said angrily: "Do you think that if I can't defeat you, Mie Mie will let you do whatever you want?"
"So what if you don't let me, I can still do whatever I want." Jiang Siming sneered.
"You!" Miejie is a grumpy person, and he still hasn't gotten rid of his anger at Zhang Wuji and Wei Yixiao.
Jiang Siming was so stimulated that he picked up his sword and struck!
Jiang Siming was not frightened at all. He took the Jing Salaman back, and this time he did not use a sword.
"Let me show you my new skill, the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms!"
After Jiang Siming finished speaking, he shot out the void between his palms, and there was the sound of a dragon roaring. Everyone on the scene was horrified, including Mie Ming.
Seeing the opponent's move coming, Yan Mie could only hold on and raise his sword to resist, but Jiang Siming didn't use much force. He didn't even use one-tenth of the strength he had just to kill Wei Yixiao.
This time, Miejie did not fly backwards and vomit blood. He just took several steps back, his inner breath being disrupted.
But Miejie didn't have time to care about his injuries. He looked at Jiang Siming with incredible eyes, twitched the corners of his mouth a few times, and asked: "You...how did you master the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?"
"Does it have anything to do with you, old woman? I've spared you a few times, but don't push yourself too far. If I hadn't been afraid that these pretty girls from the Emei sect would be helpless without their master, I would have killed you long ago." Jiang
Siming curled his lips and said.
As soon as these words came out, the Emei female disciples all blushed and felt disgusted that they were all raped by Jiang Siming~
"Young Master Jiang, I didn't expect you to be the descendant of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. I'm disrespectful."
This change of attitude towards extinction left Jiang Siming a little confused.
"The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms...does it have anything to do with you?"
There was a rare smile on Miejie's serious face, but this smile looked a bit permeable.
"Does Young Master Jiang know who founded Emei?"
"I know where to go." Jiang Siming shook his head.
It was true that he had watched The Legend of Heaven and the Dragon Slayer, but it was only a TV series and he watched it when he was a child. How could he remember so many details?
Master Jiejie was not annoyed by Jiang Siming's attitude. Instead, she explained with a smile: "The Emei Sect was founded by the Grandmaster Guo Xiang in Mount Emei. A hundred years later, she passed the position to her disciple Fengling Master.
And I am the disciple of Master Fengling and the third generation head of the Emei Sect."
Miejie continued: "This martial art is a unique skill of Guo Jing, the father of the official master of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. This martial art was originally lost. I didn't expect that I can still see this martial arts today. I am really lucky."
Jiang Siming understood. The Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms of Love were so closely related, no wonder the old nun suddenly changed her temper.
"Jiang Shaoxia, we don't know each other until we fight. Let's not dwell on the past. What do you think?"
Miejie took the initiative to seek peace. This was not her character at all. It was entirely because of Jiang Siming's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.
Jiang Siming didn't want to keep fussing with an old woman so much. Besides, if she asked for peace with him, it would mean she acknowledged her relationship with her two beloved disciples.
Then why didn't Jiang Siming just go with the flow and give him a step to get down?
"OK." Jiang Siming blurted out.
"What are you talking about, Young Master Jiang?" Miejie didn't understand at all.
Jiang Siming realized that he still couldn't adapt to the ancients' way of speaking.
"It means no problem, English, oh, it's just foreign language."
Jue Jue nodded when he heard this and said: "I didn't expect Jiang Shaoxia to even understand foreign languages. I admire him very much."
Then, Master Miejie said again: "Young Master Jiang, this time the six major sects are besieging Guangmingding to get rid of the remnants of the Demon Sect, why don't you go with my Emei sect, what do you think?"
This is what Jiang Siming was waiting for. To win over your apprentice openly is what he wants.
"Master Tai, how dare you disobey me?" Jiang Siming returned the favor, which made Miejie's face even brighter.
In this way, Jiang Siming stayed in the inn, and he asked the female disciples to pack up a good guest room for Jiang Siming to live alone.
Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji were previously assigned the lowest-level rooms.
Sure enough, although this guy has a weird temper and is moody, he is still pretty good to his own people.
But Jiang Siming didn't want to sleep alone in this room until dawn.
It happened to be extinct because I had just received Jiang Siming's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and had been fighting Zhang Wuji for so long. It was the time when I needed to meditate quickly to recover my inner breath, and I had no time to care about other things.
So Jiang Siming swaggered out of the room and came outside Zhou Zhiruo's room. The two women happened to share a room, which opened a door of convenience for Jiang Siming.
Dong Dong.
Jiang Siming knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" Zhou Zhiruo's playful question came from inside the room.
"Your good brother." Jiang Siming said with a wicked smile.
The people inside suddenly stopped talking, and soon there was a rustling sound.
Then, the door was opened a crack, and Zhou Zhiruo's big eyes were in front of the crack.
"Well... there are senior sisters and junior sisters living next door to us..." Zhou Zhiruoru said with a blushing face, as if she already knew what Jiang Siming was here for.
"What are you afraid of? Just keep your voice down." Jiang Siming said with a smile.
"No, no, it will still be heard..." Zhou Zhiruo's little head shook like a rattle.
"Then go to my room. Anyway, you must come to my room within half an hour, otherwise I will rush over and break in."
After Jiang Siming finished speaking, he walked away swaggeringly.
Not long after he left, two figures sneaked out and came to Jiang Siming's room. They tried to knock on the door, but found that the door was not locked at all.
The two girls looked at each other, then walked in with blushing faces...
.....
The next day, there was a knock on the door of Jiang Siming's room, and a female disciple came over to ask Jiang Siming to have breakfast.
Jiang Siming got up from the bed, opened the door, stretched comfortably, and took the willow toothbrush from the female disciple.
Although Jiang Siming was really not used to this toothbrush, it was too uncomfortable not to brush his teeth, so he had to make do with it.
Next time you come to a copy, bring some daily necessities with you.
I couldn't bring it with me before, but now that I have the Qiankun Ring, it's no problem. Jiang Siming can even bring his computer, but he doesn't have an internet connection.
No...there's no electricity either, my brain is showing off.
After briefly washing up, Jiang Siming went downstairs and found that the Emei Sect disciples were all having breakfast downstairs.
There happened to be an empty seat at the table of extinction, which was obviously specially reserved for Jiang Siming.
Zhou Zhiruo and Ding Minjun had already gotten up. When they saw Jiang Siming, they immediately remembered the absurdity of last night, blushed and pretended to eat.