Chen Nianyun covered his butt and said with a sideways gaze: "Apologise? Why should I apologize to him? Why should I apologize to this old guy after he hurt me? Who is he?"
The children in the class were immediately stunned when they heard this.
Chen Nianyun was so brave today, even his husband dared to confront him like this, what a man!
Mr. Yang's face turned black with anger at this moment, and his whole body began to tremble slightly. His silver hair and white beard also moved without wind, and his fists were clenched tightly.
Chen Nianyun was also shocked to discover his gaffe. He covered his butt and wanted to apologize, but for some reason, as soon as he opened his mouth, he couldn't help but say what was in his heart:
"Look, look at your mother! You didn't see that my butt hurts, why don't you come over and lick it for me! I'm so old that I can't see at all, I'm really living like a dog!"
As soon as these words came out, all the children in the audience were shocked. Even Lin Xiaolu gave him two thumbs up.
After a period of violent breathing, Mr. Yang finally couldn't hold back the anger in his heart and shouted: "Evil disciple!"
He sucked Chen Nianyun into his hand and said to the children: "You guys will review the text here!" Then he grabbed Chen Nianyun's collar and soared into the sky, heading straight for Spirit Sword Peak.
"Hahahaha~" As soon as the teacher left, Lin Xiaolu finally couldn't hold it in any longer, and laughed loudly on the desk. Dongfang Dan, Tang Yuan and others also held their stomachs and laughed.
At this moment, on the towering Spirit Sword Peak, Mr. Yang dragged Chen Nianyun all the way up the mountain road. Many passing Spirit Sword disciples saw this strange scene.
Naturally, these disciples knew Mr. Yang and Chen Nianyun. When they saw Chen Nianyun yelling and cursing, while Mr. Yang was dragging him with a pale face and said nothing, they all looked blank, not knowing what was going on.
"Mr. Yang." A monk in green robes and a handsome face happened to pass by. Seeing that something was wrong, he quickly stepped forward and said respectfully: "Mr. Yang, who is my junior brother?"
Mr. Yang gave the monk a cold look, then threw Chen Nianyun to the ground and said in a cold voice: "Let your master come to see me!"
The monk was stunned for a moment, looking at his junior brother who was thrown on the bluestone steps and holding his buttocks, wondering what happened.
In fact, in terms of cultivation, Mr. Yang was inferior to Elder Lingjian, but in terms of status and sect seniority, the two were the same, so he hesitated for a moment and asked respectfully: "Mr. Yang, Mingyi used to be the same Anyone who has learned calligraphy from you can be regarded as having a teacher-student relationship, and Nianyun is Mingyi's junior brother. Can Mr. Yang tell Mingyi whether Nianyun has done anything wrong?"
After hearing this, Mr. Yang looked at the outstanding young man in front of him, and saw so many Spirit Sword disciples around him looking at him. His anger softened slightly, but just as he was about to speak, Chen Nianyun beside him suddenly turned his head and pointed at him loudly. Yelling:
"You old fool! If you dare to complain to my senior brother, when I become awesome in the future, I will kill you!"
All the Spirit Sword disciples were stunned and looked at Chen Nianyun lying in disbelief.
His little junior brother is actually so fierce!
"Be bold!"
The monk named Zhang Mingyi was also startled by Chen Nianyun. He shouted angrily and raised his hand to teach him a lesson.
But Chen Nianyun pointed directly at Zhang Mingyi and shouted: "You dare to touch me, Zhang Mingyi! I am the master's direct disciple! I have the immortal sword body! If you dare to touch me, I will let the master punish you!"
As the second senior brother of the Spirit Sword lineage, Zhang Mingyi would not be afraid of a junior like him, so he was ready to take action. However, just when he was about to raise his hand to teach his junior brother who knew nothing about the world, Mr. Yang stopped him.
Then, in front of everyone, Mr. Yang looked at the towering mountain peaks and shouted angrily: "Fang Wuxiu! What a good disciple you taught! I don't deserve to be his teacher anymore, you can teach yourself!"
After saying that, Mr. Yang turned around and was about to leave, but an old voice immediately came from the vast mountain peaks:
"Mr. Yang, please stay!"
The sharp old man in black robes flew from the top of Lingjian Peak. After landing, he quickly clasped his fists and apologized to Mr. Yang. After stabilizing him temporarily, he looked at Chen Nianyun and said with a focused look: "Nianyun! What have you done! "
Chen Nianyun got up and cursed: "Master, I didn't do anything, my butt hurts, and then this old thing."
When the old man in black robe heard that he dared to call Mr. Yang an old man, he shouted angrily: "Shut up!"
He pointed at Chen Nianyun, his fingers trembling with anger:
"Master gives you a chance, please tell me again, what should you call Mr. Yang?"
Chen Nianyun shrank his neck in fright, and opened his mouth to say sir, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a lot of titles came out of his mouth:
"I should call you sir, old man, old man, old guy, old fool, old shameless old bastard!"
"boom!"
With a loud noise, Chen Nianyun's small body was directly blown away by a wave of air:
"Take him to me, take him down with me, receive thirty rods, and put him in solitary confinement!" The old man in black robe said angrily with a red face.
Zhang Mingyi on the side heard this and said hesitantly: "Master, how long will Junior Brother Chen be detained?"
"Imprison him until he dies!!!" The old man in black robe cursed angrily: "This scoundrel! He has no respect for his superiors. He insults you in public. It is unacceptable. As a teacher, you must teach him a lesson!"
After saying that, the old man in black robe turned to Mr. Yang, with an apologetic look on his old face and said: "I'm sorry, Mr. Yang, it was Fang who taught me wrongly. Fang will definitely bring this evil disciple to you to apologize to you someday." I hope you calm down, sir."
Mr. Yang glanced at him twice, snorted coldly, threw up his sleeves and left.
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For a long time after that, the children in the school did not see Chen Nianyun again. It was already more than half a year before they saw him again~
"drink!"
Under the silver-white halo of the moonlight, the shirtless boy roared and hit the willow tree hard with his side. The huge force not only made the willow tree "squeak", but even knocked out a dent.
He hit it over and over again, using all his strength every time, and the side of his back was turned red without stopping.
"call!"
After hitting him a hundred times, Lin Xiaolu took out a breath, moved his body a few times with sweat, and ended today's exercise.
At this time, Xiao Yu'er's practice has been completed. I heard from Senior Sister Miao Xin that Xiao Yu'er's progress is very frightening, and there are already faint signs of loosening in the fourth level of Qi Condensation.
Li Miaoxin commented that she didn't know if the five-year-old fourth-level Qi Condensation was unprecedented in Emei, but it must be called unprecedented.
In the courtyard, Lin Xiaolu washed his body with the dust-cleansing pill, and sat on the steps beside the courtyard door with Xiao Yu'er, laughing and chatting together and spending the night together.
The martial arts is more difficult than the immortal path, and the martial arts is more difficult than the immortal path.
Practicing for three days in the winter and thirty-nine in the summer, Lin Xiaolu paved the way with sweat and hard work. He read and practiced martial arts every day. Over and over again, day after day, he plunged headlong into this invisible road of martial arts practice, and this plunge , and plunged into the situation for another half a year...
