The deputy leader Wen whom the congregation calls him is none other than Wen Xian who was at Zhou Wenzhi's banquet that day. Before his figure arrived, a white whisk flashed, and the sound of breaking wind hit Song Xin's ears.
Song Yu's eyes were sharp and her hands were quick, her figure flashed, and she slapped the fly whisk to dissolve it. By coincidence, the whisk that changed direction hit Li Chun. This whisk seems light, but it is like a huge force. Li Chun's body was like a sandbag, flying towards the wall with a whoosh.
The wooden wall of the restaurant could not stop this force at all. Li Chun's buttocks hit a hole in the wall, and his whole body was embedded in it. He suddenly fainted and fell unconscious.
One of the congregants thought he had an opportunity and quietly walked around behind Song Xin. He suddenly raised a stick and hit Song Xin on the top of his head.
But Song Xin, as if there were eyes on his back, dodged sideways and the stick missed. Then he casually flicked back, and a stone hit the cultivator in the crotch with a bang.
The cultist suddenly felt a surge of heat in his lower body, as if an egg had been broken open. His eyes were suddenly bloodshot, and he rolled to the ground holding his crotch and howling miserably. Song Xin turned her head and glanced at him, "Sneak attack, huh."
"Master Wen!" The believers saw that the person coming in was indeed Wen Xian, the deputy head of the Three Saints Sect.
But in the eyes of these believers, Wen Xian not only failed to help him, but instead seemed to come to Song Xin's rescue.
"It turns out to be Master Wen." Song Xin turned around and looked at Wen Xian who walked into the room with a smile, but without any sign of fear.
Wen Xian also looked at Song Xin and said nothing, but his expression was not very good. His whisk was knocked crooked, which was really embarrassing in front of everyone. And he felt that the force that knocked the whisk away was very unusual.
Wen Xian stared at Song Yu and was surprised. This boy seemed to have no cultivation at all, but he was able to block his fly whisk and land it on Li Chun without any bias.
Wen Xian asked with a livid face: "What's going on? Wen wants an explanation."
"Master Wen, didn't you once say that the people of the Three Saints Sect are kind-hearted and don't retaliate when beaten or scolded? Why do you force your family members to go upstairs to drink with you? If I didn't come, I'm afraid they would all be insulted by Mr. Li. "
Wen Xian's face froze and he was about to get angry, but suddenly he remembered what Zhou Wenzhi told him. Suppressing his anger, Wen Xian forced out a smile unnaturally, "Oh, it turns out to be Mr. Song. This may be a misunderstanding. My holy son does not know Mr. Song. His words are offensive. Please don't mind me."
Song Xin could tell that when he said these words, he was gritting his back molars with hatred.
"So this is the Holy Son. No wonder he forced me to perform sword dancing for him." Song Xin said with a fake smile.
Wen Xian frowned and looked at Li Chun who was embedded in the wall, his face covered with blood and snot, and foaming at the mouth. I felt disgust in my heart, this kid knew nothing but causing trouble and having fun.
"Oh, how offended I am. I apologize to the young master on his behalf."
Song Xinggong cupped his hands and said, "Wen Zhenren still has general knowledge. If this young master was the same as Wen Zhenren, then the trouble wouldn't be like this today."
Wen Xian snorted coldly, Song Xin was taking advantage and acting like a good boy.
"I still have something to deal with. Mr. Song, please do it yourself."
Song Xin smiled at him and bowed.
"Master Wen, a lot of things in this wine shop were damaged. Please pay the price according to the price, Master Wen."
Wen Xian was trembling with anger. In his eyes, Song Xin would always be a lowly student. How dare he show off his power in front of him!
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However, Zhou Wenzhi once again told him not to touch him! Moreover, Song Yu, the strange young man next to Song Xin today, also made him fearful.
When the two of them passed each other, Wen Xian secretly made a seal, but then he frowned and was slightly surprised. The corpse energy he left in Song Xin's body could no longer be sensed.
But Wen Xian couldn't help but wanted to vent his anger, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Song, Wen is very sorry about the matter between you and Miss Guo."
Song Xin's eyes narrowed and he just paused, but ignored Wen Xian. Wen Xian thought that Song Xin was stimulated, so he stood behind him and sneered.
Song Yu knew that Wen Xian was deliberately trying to annoy Song Xin, so she chuckled, walked to the wall where Li Chun was embedded, grabbed his hair, pulled him out, and threw him in front of Wen Xian.
"Master Wen Xian, I'm afraid your young master will die. Your whisk is really powerful." After saying that, he walked past Wen Xian's livid face and walked away with Song Xin.
Wen Xian stared at Li Chun and other congregants and young men, and said in a tone of hatred: "He is Cao Chong's attendant, don't you know? I usually advise you not to cause trouble by drinking, but you don't listen to me!?"
"And you guys, you see him messing around and you don't know how to stop him!?"
The congregants were like eggplants beaten by frost at this time, lowering their heads and not daring to speak.
At this time, Wen Xian lowered his head to check Li Chun's injury, suddenly frowned, and beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.
"Oops..." He felt that part of Li Chun's functions had been lost forever, and he thought it was because of his whisk.
"Who captured Song Xin's family members?" Wen Xian glanced around and asked sharply.
"Yes...it's Mr. Zheng Yue." A member of the congregation said.
When Wen Xian heard that it was his apprentice Zheng Yue, he glanced around, but he was nowhere to be seen.
"Where did he go?"
"After the two women were arrested, Mr. Zheng left with an excuse..."
Wen Xian thought for a while and thought to himself: "Zheng Yue must have wanted to deal with Song Xin, but he couldn't do it himself, so he let this silly boy Li Chun take the lead. He was as stupid as a pig and was being used without even realizing it. .”
"Carry Li Chun back. From now on, you are not allowed to enter the city without my order. Please stay outside the city!"
The congregation looked at each other in shock. Not even the Holy Son could disobey the deputy headmaster's order.
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Song Xin returned home with his sister and Liu Ling. Sun Ying and the other three were talking to Song's mother, waiting for Song Xin to come back.
After briefly describing the process in the wine shop, both Feipeng and Snu opened their eyes, a little surprised.
"You defeated them all by yourself?"
Song Xin smiled and said: "Yes, they should not dare to do anything wrong in the future."
Sun Ying said: "If Miss Ajiang hadn't come forward today, I'm afraid it would be the three of us who would be humiliated."
Song Xin said: "Master Sun is such a master, how can he be humiliated by these young people? It is also an honor for Song Xin to meet three of them today."
"Young Master's words make us feel ashamed."
"Hey, it doesn't matter. I also came from a poor family, and I was sold into slavery. There is no difference between you and me in birth, so it doesn't have to be like this." Song Xin said with a smile, not caring about the rank of birth. In his heart, such a great musician should be respected by others at all times.
Hearing that Song Xin was so informal, Sun Ying and others were originally cautious.
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Feeling more relaxed.
Especially Feipeng and Sinu, who were already lively and active at their age, chatted non-stop with Song Xin.
"You said you once saw a kind of performance called opera. It's amazing. I really wish I could hear what it was."
Song Xin chuckled, "Yes, but I don't understand what they are singing, and I can't sing it either."
"Well, I'm afraid the poems are different in tone and meaning, so they are difficult to understand, right?" Sun Ying guessed.
Song Xin thought in his heart: "It has nothing to do with Heping, just because it is a foreign language. However, Western opera will not be born until more than 1,300 years later. However, I can tell you the story of Orfeo, the God of Music. explain."
At this time, Zheng Sinu asked: "Master Song Xin, can we discuss music rhythm with you in the future? I think your music rhythm is very novel."
"Yes, yes." Wei Feipeng said quickly.
"What is your identity? What is your identity, young master? You are so rude." Sun Ying scolded.
"Hey, Master Sun, please don't scold them. I am also very interested in music and will definitely ask for advice in the future. Song has a friend who is very good at music. I will definitely invite a few of them to discuss it together. Wouldn't it be a good thing?"
"Brother, I haven't noticed yet, but it turns out you like music." At this time, Ajaan interjected.
Sun Ying said: "You can tell at first glance that the young master is not an ordinary person. That day at the poetry meeting, I felt that the young master was different."
Feipeng said: "Yes, that poem has begun to spread in Xudu."
"Master Musician, you are overly praised. In fact, the poem was completed by me and the young master each writing a line. It was not all done by hand." Song Xin also did not expect that the poem he wrote that day would actually become a popular song of this era. .
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At the same time, in the south of Xudu City, the town where Song Wan and Wen Zhong once poisoned people has become the new home of the Three Saints Sect. In the house of the wealthy Chen family, Li Chun's screams like killing a pig could be heard, making the roof tiles tremble.
The Great Saint looked at Wen Xian and asked, "Is it Song Xin who injured him?"
Wen Xian shook his head, "It's a junior next to him. He is very weird. He has no aura in his body, but he can bounce my whisk away. Our people once spread the word that I arranged to secretly protect Wen Wan's puppet. The one who was defeated by a young man of the same race next to Song Xin, I think he is the one today."
The Great Saint murmured: "Well, the believers who came back said that although Song Xin's skills are good, the person next to him seems to be even more powerful."
"Well, it's true. I checked this person carefully and it seems that he is not a practitioner. At the banquet that day, we had seen the competition between Song Xin and Liu Mi. He was indeed very good. But as long as he is not a practitioner, it is not enough. fear."
"Ah! I'm going to kill him. My baby is gone... gone! What can I do?"
At this time, Li Chun started crying again, his face covered with tears and runny nose. But because Song Xin had a lot of teeth knocked out, his words were leaked, which made him look a little funny.
Wen Xian said coldly: "I have repeatedly advised you not to show off too much, but you don't know how to restrain yourself. It's better to be abolished now. When I was in the countryside, I caught a few folk girls for fun and no one cared about it. But this is Xudu, and there are nobles everywhere. Sir, I don’t know when I will offend someone. If you still act like this, you deserve to be crippled now!"
After Wen Xian finished speaking, he walked to Li Chun's side, shook his head, and took out a pill. "If you take this pill, it won't hurt anymore. However, that thing won't grow back."
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