This kind of thing is difficult to explain clearly.
If you block someone's door, it's a hostile relationship. The other party has no obligation to save you, right?
Meng Chunqiu left in anger, it took too long, and his disciples didn't know what to do. Senior Brother Chunqiu was originally the person in charge, but now he is a victim. He also comes to pretend to be pitiful and lying down, pretending to be seriously injured. If it is inconvenient to take care of things, no one will take care of them.
Waiting and waiting, the wounded were left to die.
This matter happened to him again, and the sloppy old man was full of dissatisfaction and scolded: "Meng Chunqiu, do you think you are capable?
You need me to teach you how to behave! "
"Fellow Daoist Lao, you do have a bad temper. It's not good to bully young people."
A white-bearded deacon laughed and dropped his sword in front of the door, "Do you want Pindao and others to freeze to death in the snow?"
The sloppy old man opened the door rather unhappy and shouted: "Tea."
Where did the tea come from?
Zhou Xiaozhou was not in the habit of drinking tea. He didn't buy tea at all, and he didn't have a tea cup. He was still cooking on the stove and had no place to boil water. He just pretended not to hear anything.
As for the living room, Canghaiguan never entertains guests, so just pull up a few benches and sit in front of the Taoist Sage.
Love to sit or not.
In such a simple place, no one from the Holy Fire Sect could sit down at all. All the Foundation Establishment disciples stood behind the two deacons to support the scene.
The sloppy old man sat down by himself. If they insisted on standing and talking, he didn't care.
It's like a subordinate meeting a superior.
The two deacons of the Holy Fire Sect looked at each other and could only pull up the bench and sit down.
"Fellow Daoist, if you have anything to say, please speak it carefully and don't cause trouble or make others laugh.
When you came here as a wanderer, our Jiuchong Mountain was very hospitable and gave you a place to stay. After so many years, we should still have local feelings and be considered our own people, and don't have any bad feelings because of trivial things. "
"It's no longer a trivial matter."
The sloppy old Taoist looked at Meng Chunqiu angrily, "His disciples dared to intercept and kill Pindao's disciples. They died because of their incompetence. Instead, they came to block Pindao's door. This is because they think Pindao can be bullied!"
Bullying him for being a foreigner.
Meng Chunqiu said hurriedly: "It was obviously Daoist Master Lao's disciples who intercepted and killed Meng's disciples. Daoist Master Lao should not confuse right and wrong."
"Your disciple is so poor, what can he do to kill him?"
The sloppy old man cursed loudly, "What's more, if one person intercepts and kills seven or eight people, no one will believe him."
Meng Chunqiu said: "Your disciple is more powerful. He is confident that he can kill seven or eight people, so he goes to kill them. Isn't it strange?
For example, the disciples of these big sects would definitely dare to intercept and kill the disciples of seven or eight small sects. This is the same reason.
In fact, he did succeed. One person could really intercept and kill seven or eight people. "
The sloppy old Taoist said angrily: "If this is true and your disciple is such a loser, do you still have the nerve to say it?
Wouldn't it be great to die? "
Meng Chunqiu was embarrassed and said hurriedly: "I'm building a new sect. It needs resources but no resources. The qualifications of the disciples are not high and their abilities are indeed low. There's nothing we can do about it. I'm not afraid of people laughing at me when I say it. ····”
The sloppy old Taoist snorted coldly: "This disciple, Pindao, has only been recruited for half a year, and his cultivation level is only at the Xuan level. Does he have such courage?"
Meng Chunqiu said: "I am a master of the Taoism and have taught well. I am ashamed of myself..."
Bai Xufang, the law enforcement officer, waved his hand to tell him not to say anything, and said slowly: "The key to this matter is who intercepted and killed whom, and where are Daoist Lao's disciples?
Come out and see me. "
The sloppy old man waved his hand: "Mistress, come here."
Zhou Xiaozhou had no choice but to walk out of the kitchen door and saluted slightly: "I have met all of you, seniors."
Meng Chunqiu said angrily: "You are very vicious, and it doesn't matter who intercepts whom, it's just a joke for a junior, it's just a trivial matter, even if there is an argument and there is a fight, there is no reason to kill him.
You cause death, no matter what you say, you must be punished. "
This man still had some abilities, which weakened the issue of who intercepted and killed whom and highlighted the issue of Zhou Xiaozhou's death.
Zhou Xiaozhou looked at him with disdain: "The sword has no eyes, how can you hold it back..."
"There is no room for you to speak here."
Another deacon of the Holy Fire Sect interrupted him categorically and said, "It really doesn't matter who intercepted whom in this matter. There are disputes between each other, and conflicts happen when we meet by chance.
The key point is that no one should be killed. Since a life has been lost, someone must be responsible.
Well, for the sake of Taoist fellow laborer, I will sentence this man to fifty years of hard labor. "
Fifty years of hard labor!
"You are stupid!"
Zhou Xiaozhou was furious when he heard this, "If someone intercepts and kills me, I am just like a bandit. Can I still be guilty of killing a bandit?"
He actually called him stupid in public, and Deacon Yuan became angry: "There is no room for you to speak here, slap your mouth."
He was sentenced to fifty years of hard labor, and he didn't even have any room to speak. He was so overbearing.
This is indeed the majesty of the large sect, to put it bluntly.
Everyone is very busy, how can we be confused about some trivial matters? No matter who is right or wrong, we can settle it with one word and end it here.
As for whether Zhou Xiaozhou was unjustly accused, it doesn't matter. After all, he did cause death. He will be sentenced to fifty years or twenty years, depending on his mood.
If you dare to scold him, you will be sentenced to fifty years.
And when he gave the order, a Foundation Establishment disciple behind him immediately took a few steps, waved his hand and slapped Zhou Xiaozhou.
There was a snap, a clear slap in the face.
Zhou Xiaozhou walked from the direction of the kitchen and got closer to them. The sloppy old man jumped up and wanted to rescue him, but was immediately stopped by Deacon surnamed Yuan.
"Taoist Master, please be patient. Your disciple needs discipline. Yuan will teach you a lesson..."
Then he felt embarrassed, and suddenly realized that the one who got slapped was his disciple.
Those who can enter the big sects are all geniuses with middle-grade spiritual roots or above. The big sects also have a mature training method and rich resources. Not only do the disciples of the sect practice fast, they can even take pills such as Suppressing Army Pills. Strengthen your cultivation, and you can also learn various techniques if you want.
Under such conditions, the strength is naturally much higher than that of the disciples of the small sect. It is not an exaggeration for one person to beat a group of people. How could he be beaten instead?
Such a result caught him off guard, and he felt that he was completely humiliated. He said angrily, "Ji Yuncheng, what's going on?"
"Master, forgive me, I was careless."
This disciple surnamed Ji was very angry. He was indeed careless. He just slapped a kid. It was easy to catch him. He even felt that the other guy didn't dare to hide. He stood and let him slap him, let alone dare to fight back.
Instead of slapping Zhou Xiaozhou, he received a big slap in the face.
This is so embarrassing!
He was so angry that when he raised his hand, there was a flame on his palm, and he slapped it again.
"die."
