On this platform, many scholars raised their heads and looked in the same direction. They saw an old man pulling a wooden ox cart, and the ox cart made a creaking sound, walking towards this side.
The oxcart was moving slowly and slowly. The driver was a skinny old man with gray clothes, wrinkles on his face and wrinkles on his hands.
In the carriage, I think there were disciples of the saint.
The scholars present looked at him eagerly, with nothing but admiration in their eyes. Someone commented: "Master Sheng is so simple. He is so old and broken that he is reluctant to buy a new car. He even thinks of riding on a mountain bike as a luxury."
"Compared to him, we are so extravagant. Although Mr. Sheng uses shabby things, his elegant temperament makes me feel ashamed."
"I heard that Lord Saint is more frugal and still eats leftovers. Look at this bullock cart..."
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Hu Buping scratched his head and said with some confusion: "Why do the saint's disciples make ox carts? Why can't they get down and walk? Aren't the oxen tired? This cart is too broken. It is more difficult for an ox to pull such a broken cart up a high slope than a new cart, and it is more difficult to go down a steep slope.
It’s the old cow’s life! Why doesn’t anyone feel sorry for the old cow?”
For a moment, there was no sound on the platform, and all eyes turned towards Hu Buping.
Hu Buping was startled and said quickly: "If you can't ride on the mountain, why should you ride in an ox cart? It will tire an old ox to death. Isn't it enough to ride on the mountain for a few times? Am I right?"
Huahu, Qingqiuyue and Li Xiaofan secretly complained that Hu Buping was just a straight talker. Before Su Yun's eyes healed, they were always worried that the little fox would spill the beans, so every time
I have to stop his mouth.
After Su Yun's eyes healed, they relaxed their vigilance. They never thought that Shuofang City would be stabbed by the fox's unfair mouth.
The bullock cart driver also looked at him. Su Yun took a step forward, blocked the old cart driver's gaze, and said calmly: "Don't blame me, disciple of the saint. My brother is a child with a yellow mouth, and he speaks without restraint. Please forgive me."
At this time, the carriage opened from the inside, and a young man in a floor-length white robe walked out of the carriage with his head lowered and said: "How can you blame me? This was originally my fault. Uncle Zhou is my neighbor and lives next door. He heard that I am going to take the big exam.
, so he got up at starry night and wanted to send me off in a bullock cart. I was also confused and couldn't bear to refuse the old man, so I got in the car. But I didn't want to tire the old man, let alone the old cow."
He straightened up, and his flawless face made the girls present hold their breath. His mind went blank, except for the sound of his own heartbeat in his ears.
Even men can't feel jealous of him. On the contrary, they feel peaceful inside.
The man in white clothes came to the old cow pulling the cart, caressed the cow's head, kissed the cow's forehead, and choked with sobs: "You are tired."
The old cow knelt down on his knees and actually shed tears at him.
The scholars around him were inexplicably moved. A young girl burst into tears and said, "The cow is crying. She is crying for the mercy of the Holy Master!"
She was suddenly so angry that she was shaking all over, and turned to accuse Hu Buping: "Even a beast like a cow knows how to shed tears, know how to be grateful, and how to sympathize. You are worse than a beast!"
Suddenly, there were a lot of accusations coming from all around, all of them were accusing the fox of injustice and praising the mercy of the Holy Master.
Hu Buping was stunned and wanted to defend himself, but his voice was not as loud as those people's and no one listened to him.
At this time, the man in white stood up, shook his head and said, "Please don't blame him, he is young after all."
"Master Sheng is so kind!" Someone else praised him loudly.
There was another shout of praise all around.
Hu Buping was at a loss. He looked at these people who were in an unreasonable state. He felt a little frightened in his heart. He tugged at the corner of Su Yun's clothes and said with a cry: "Brother Xiaoyun, am I really wrong? The city is good.
It’s scary, let’s go back to the countryside..."
"You are not wrong, and we don't have to go back."
Su Yun's voice came, his tone was calm, and he said: "Those who tell the truth are pushed back, while those who seek fame and reputation prosper. There is no such truth in the world."
Huahu frowned slightly. He heard strong anger from Su Yun's tone, and he didn't understand where Su Yun's anger came from.
He raised his head and saw Su Yun still standing in front of Hu Buping, facing the direction of the old ox cart, motionless.
Huahu was stunned, and saw that Su Yun's eyes were all white, with white eyes and no black pupils!
Huahu was shocked, and immediately knew that someone was using extremely powerful energy and blood to suppress Su Yun, causing the energy and blood in his eyes to flow backwards!
This caused Su Yun's "eye disease" to relapse and he became blind again!
But this is not against Su Yun, but against Hu Buping!
When Hu Buping told the truth, someone launched a Qi and blood suppression offensive against Hu Buping. Su Yun was aware of this, so he stood in front of Hu Buping!
He has been blocking here since he got off the bus from the Holy Young Master in white, which shows that the oppression of Qi and blood against Hu Buping is always there!
Su Yun's anger stems from this.
The person who carried out the attack continued to suppress Qi and blood for such a long time in order to force the Qi and blood out of Hu Buping's brain and turn him into an idiot!
Hu Buping just told the truth. Is it such a big sin?
Huahu looked across from Su Yun. The holy master in white was no longer there. There was only Uncle Zhou who was driving the car. He looked very old, like an ordinary country old man.
"I'm afraid Mr. Sheng's neighbor is a spiritual warrior, and a master among spiritual warriors. Otherwise, it would be impossible to suppress Xiaoyun!"
Huahu was horrified, remembering the words of the roe owl in Linyi Village: "People in the city eat people without spitting out the bones!"
Uncle Zhou drove the bullock cart and left slowly. Su Yun's eyes gradually appeared and recovered.
Huahu said worriedly: "Xiaoyun, you..."
"never mind."
Su Yun waved his hand, his eyes fell on the white-clothed sage, and whispered: "This man, his reputation is his life! If you touch his reputation, he will dare to take your life! This is the way for the disciples of the sage,
What about the saints?”
He was a little scared, and even more angry.
If he hadn't been in front of Hu Buping just now, during this period of time, Hu Buping's brain had been in a state of ischemia, and he would definitely be brain dead. Even if he didn't die, he would become an idiot!
"The reputation of a saint's disciple..." Su Yun snorted, stepped forward, and walked towards the holy master in white.
"Xiaoyun!"
Huahu saw his intention, quickly grabbed his hand, and whispered: "That's the saint's disciple! The saint has great power in Shuofang City, and the saint's son is also loved by the scholars. If you touch him, the crowd will be furious. These scholars
I will beat you to death!"
Su Yun's palm swam like a dragon, and he slipped out of his palm and walked directly towards the Holy Young Master in white: "Second brother, I'm not an old man with no energy, why do I need so many calculations? When did the young man from Tianshiyuan,
Are you afraid of this? You can't move, but I have to move!"
"You!" Huahu gritted his teeth.
The girl with twin ponytails suddenly flashed her big eyes, looked at the short doll curiously, and said: "Second brother..."
She was a little embarrassed and said: "I saw that they all call you Second Brother, so I'll call you Second Brother too. Second Brother, what did that Xiaoyun want to do just now to make you so angry?"
Huahu said angrily: "He's going to hit someone!"
"Who are you beating?" the girl with twin ponytails asked excitedly, looking towards Su Yun.
The crowd surrounded the holy young master in white, and there were excited faces and compliments everywhere. Many scholars were proud to see him and say a word to him.
The holy young master in white always smiled at everyone, was very patient, and showed no signs of displeasure.
Su Yun pushed aside the crowd and walked directly to the holy young master in white, rolling up his sleeves.
The holy young master in white was startled and said with a smile: "Brother?"
Bang!
Su Yun's fist landed hard on his left face, and his power exploded, using the first move of the Ape Master Technique, the white ape hangs from the tree!
The body of the holy young master in white seemed to be pulled out of the crowd by an upward force, spinning and flying backwards. His whole body spun in the air for more than ten weeks before he fell hard to the ground.
Su Yun retracted his fist, suddenly squatted with his legs bent in the crowd of astonished scholars, and jumped into the air.
The next moment, he landed in front of the holy master in white, and his feet made a loud thump when they landed on the ground.
The white-clothed Holy Young Master's neck was a little crooked, and he stood up unsteadily with his hands on the ground. The moment he stood firm, Su Yun had already raised his knee and hit him hard on the abdomen.
Jiaolong Yin, Jiaolong Chuyuan's Sanshou, he used his knees as weapons to display extremely powerful and domineering power.
"you……"
The holy young master in white clothes was furious and was about to mobilize his energy and blood to fight back. Suddenly his legs went weak and he knelt on the ground with his hands on the ground. He started to vomit and was in a state of embarrassment. He no longer looked like the young master in white clothes and snow.
"A disciple of a saint, nothing more than that."
Su Yun turned around and saw hundreds of soldiers standing in front of him, their faces extremely angry.
"Why did you attack Mr. Sheng?" A girl asked sternly with a distorted face.
"He soiled Prince Sheng's clothes!" someone screamed.
"He swollen Mr. Sheng's face!" someone cried.
"Master Sheng vomited!"
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Suddenly, Su Yun's clothes were bulged by his violent energy and blood, and he shouted loudly: "Shut up!"
The roar of the dragon formed by the fusion of the four thunder sounds mixed with the sound of the crane in the sky, as if coming from the sky, suppressing the voices of everyone in the audience, making people's minds go blank, and there was suddenly silence, and no one spoke anymore.
Su Yun glanced around and said coldly: "If you are able to protect your master, then kill me in the sky. If you are not able, don't chirp like a sparrow. It will only make you more annoying!"
He was about to pass through the crowd when suddenly the voice of the Holy Young Master in white came from behind him: "Brother, stop!"
Su Yun stopped and turned his head.
The holy young master in white wiped the dirt from the corner of his mouth and took a breath: "Don't worry, I won't sneak up on you like you did on me. I will give you a fair chance to compete with you in the Tianlin Shangjingtu.
Exit. I don’t know why you attacked me or why you humiliated me, but I can’t let our master be humiliated!”
"Tch." Su Yun sneered and raised his steps to push away the crowd.
A young scholar stood up straight in front of him, his eyes were blazing, he glared at him fiercely, and said sternly: "Master Sheng is talking to you..."
Su Yun moved his palm and pressed it on the young scholar's face, forcing him to the ground.
The boy fell heavily to the ground and his shoes flew into the air.
Su Yun walked past him and said calmly: "If I beat him, what does it have to do with you?"
The crowd that had just suppressed their anger suddenly became angry again, and the soldiers rushed towards them one after another: "Sir Shao is injured, you can't leave!"
Su Yun kept walking, and the yellow bell appeared. As soon as the bell rang, white apes jumped out one after another. The thirty-six spirit apes attacked in all directions. The rushing scholars suddenly fell to the ground, wailing all over the field.
Su Yun walked past the fallen crowd and moved the corners of his mouth: "What does it have to do with you if I beat them?"
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