"The donor is so ruthless."
Zen Master Dabei has a white beard and white eyebrows, a dry and thin face, and his face is extremely gloomy at this time, giving the impression that he has no Buddha-like appearance.
"Ruthless?"
Before Song Xuan could speak, Song Qian stepped forward and looked coldly at Zen Master Dabei, "Old monk, are you blind? That man first made a killing move to my brother. You didn't say he was vicious, but you said I Brother takes action ruthlessly.
You have figured out this double standard! "
I don’t know if Zen Master Dabei has never heard of the word double standard, but he can understand its meaning.
But he didn't care at all.
Shaolin has been able to survive for thousands of years. What does it rely on?
Does he have more martial arts skills and more disciples?
No, it relies on being thick-skinned, relying on convincing people with reason, and relying on standing on the moral high ground to suppress the enemy.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Master Tiejian, who was being held down by his eyebrows. Zen Master Dabei felt a little resentful towards him.
The old man took action without his permission, causing him to lose the opportunity and having his arm broken, which just made him forget a lot.
The strongest thing in Shaolin is obviously reasoning. Why do you have to take action first before the truth is explained clearly? I got the lower grade for nothing.
When Song Xuan wanted to take away the demon sect's enchantress, it was time for Shaolin to criticize him from the moral high ground. As long as we held the hat well, we could have gathered nearly a thousand people present to besiege him.
If you can fight in a group, you have to fight alone. From now on, why don’t you call me Iron Shoulder and change your name to Iron Head!
Although he felt unhappy, Zen Master Dabei still maintained the posture of the abbot, clasped his hands together, and said in a deep voice: "Let's not mention the matter of Junior Brother Tiejian for the moment. I just want to ask, does the donor know who the woman you want to take away is?"
Song Xuan nodded, "Qu Feiyan is the granddaughter of Demon Cult elder Qu Yang!"
"It turns out that the donor also knows that this woman is a demon witch!"
A smile appeared on Zen Master Dabei's face. He is not afraid of you admitting it, but he is afraid that you will insist on refusing to admit it.
"Could it be that, Master Song, you are also colluding with the demon sect, or is your sect, the donor, a branch of the demon sect?"
"Old monk, are you trying to criticize me?"
Song Xuan shook his sleeves and said nonchalantly: "I don't care whether the others in the Demon Sect are dead or alive, but I want to take this little girl away!"
The words fell, but with a bang, the chains on Qu Feiyan's body broke apart. Song Xuan's figure came to her side at some point, and pinched the chains on her body with one hand.
It was at this moment that the afterimage of his previous location dissipated.
Seeing this miraculous movement, Zen Master Dabei narrowed his eyes slightly, and the pressure in his heart increased again.
Song Xuan pushed Qu Feiyan to Song Qian, looked at the little girl who had a glimmer of hope rising from despair, and said with a smile: "I never owe favors. Last night you treated me to rice cakes, today I will protect you." Fate, let this be clear between you and me!"
"Thank you, big brother!"
Qu Feiyan licked his chapped lips and prayed, "Can you save my grandpa too?"
Song Xuan didn't respond, as if he hadn't heard, and turned to look at Zen Master Dabei again.
"Brother, please, please save my grandpa. Feiyan is willing to do whatever it takes to repay your life-saving grace!"
Seeing that Song Xuan stopped paying attention to her, Qu Feiyan became a little anxious and wanted to say something else, but Song Qian pinched her neck and walked back.
"I'll give you the face! A piece of rice cake will save your life. Where do you have the face to dare to ask my brother?"
Seeing his granddaughter being carried away by Song Qian, Qu Yang, who had already resigned himself to his fate, looked up at Song Xuan with a grateful expression.
"Thank you, young hero!"
Qu Yang prayed: "This child has been nimble with her hands and feet since she was a child. She is proficient in serving tea, pouring water, washing clothes, and cooking. I hope that the young hero will take pity on this girl and don't send her back again. Let her follow you and serve as a tea server." The maid who pours water is considered dead and can rest in peace."
At Qu Yang's age, he no longer cares about life or death.
The only one I can't let go of is this little granddaughter.
He, Qu Yang, could die, but he could only die after arranging a way out for his granddaughter.
What kind of place is the Sun and Moon God Sect? It can be called a demon sect by outsiders. How can it be a kind place?
With her little granddaughter's appearance and talent, if she returns to the Demon Cult without his grandfather as her backer, her future life will definitely be worse than death.
It was good luck to become the plaything of the higher-ups of the Demon Sect. If you were unlucky... Qu Yang shuddered unconsciously when he thought of those scenes.
Although it was the first time he had met Song Xuan, judging from his character that he was not willing to owe even a piece of cake as a favor, he was trustworthy.
If Qu Feiyan could stay by his side, she might not necessarily live happily, but at least she would be safe and worry-free.
In Qu Yang's opinion, it is great luck for people in the world to live a stable life. What else can they pray for?
"Don't worry about that. Since I saved her, I will naturally arrange a way out for her!"
Song Xuan's eyes turned and fell on the old monk holding Qu Yang, "I wonder what I call this master?"
"The poor monk's name is Balsam Pear, and he has met Almsgiver Song!"
"It turns out to be Master Bitter Melon!"
Song Xuan took a step forward, his smile getting stronger and stronger, "I can also kill the master's disciple Jin Jiuling!"
Song Xuan felt that what he got today should be the villain script.
First, I told Zuo Lengchan that I cut off your arm.
Now, tell him in front of Master Balsam Pear that I killed your disciple.
At this moment, Song Xuan even felt that he should practice "Jie Jie Jie" laughter in the future. He estimated that there might be many similar scenes in the future.
Song Xuan: "My little friend, your entire clan was destroyed by this official!"
Song Xuan: "Young knight, your master was killed by my sword!"
Song Xuan: "Girl, your fiancé has committed a capital crime. You are making things very difficult for me."
Jiejiejie~~
....
As a future senior executive of Xuanyiwei, don't tell me, similar scenes like this will be inevitable in the future.
Master Ku Gua should have known about the situation a long time ago, and he was not angry because of it. Instead, he sighed softly, "The poor monk already knows about this matter. Donor Song can't be blamed for this matter.
The kid Jiuling was too ambitious, but he didn't have the strength to match his ambition. The poor monk had already guessed his ending long after he became the Xuanyi Guard Qianhu. "
"You are open-minded!"
Master Balsam Pear and Lu Xiaofeng had a good relationship. For Lu Xiaofeng's sake, Song Xuan didn't embarrass the old monk anymore.
"I heard that Master Suzhai's food tastes good?"
Master Kugua was startled, somewhat confused as to what this man was thinking.
You just cut off the arm of the eminent monk in my temple with your front foot, and kidnapped the demon witch with your back foot, and now you ask me if my cooking tastes good.
What's the meaning?
Could it be that you want to take even a poor monk away to work as your cook?
