Han Youyu was kicked firmly into the hall by Zhang Jiuqing.
As soon as he arrived in Lixia a few days ago, Zhang Jiutian wanted to find the person Han Kunpeng said was uncertain about his identity. However, Yang Mangguan was quite enthusiastic and wasted a lot of time arranging meals and decorating the room. After that, Han Kunpeng asked the two uncles to rest before making plans, citing the fatigue of the long journey. It is natural for his disciple to be so filial to Zhang Jiutian. Fortunately, he is not in a hurry, which will delay him for another day.
Finally today, everything is fine. I never expected that Han Youyu would make such a fuss again. Everyone could see that Zhang Jiuqing, who was secretly called the "big bug" by Wudang disciples, seemed to want to eat people. , Zhang Jiutian wanted to go find that person, but he didn't dare to touch the bad luck of his fellow Taoist at the moment, so he had to ignore the matter.
Zhang Jiutian's attitude towards Han Youyu has always been lukewarm. It is just because of his senior brother's face that he can't say he is against this disciple, but he will never treat Han Youyu like his own grandson like his senior brother. Same love.
There are currently five generations of Wudang, and the old guys of the upper generation either become immortals or serve as soldiers to earn some merit for Wudang. Most of the ninth generation are also practicing in seclusion, hoping to break through the bottleneck in their lifetime and gain the reputation of becoming a rainbow and ascending. Outer sect disciples like Han Youyu, born in the middle of the month, would not have the privilege of going to the mountains to learn martial arts, while his own brother would only receive occasional nudges from his inner sect masters. However, Zhang Jiuding, the head of Wudang in the Nine Generations, was very fond of him, so he treated this nominal outer sect disciple as an inner sect disciple.
It can be counted that there were five generations of Wudang people, and there were no less than a thousand people in the inner and outer sects. I can probably count the number of people who liked Han Youyu on one hand, and not all of them were disgusting because of his dandy temperament and stubborn temper.
Han Youyu staggered and almost fell to the ground. Even though he was angry, he didn't dare to speak.
Yang Tangguan, who was sitting in the seat, laughed when he saw the atmosphere was not right, got up and turned around to the backyard when he heard the Kun Dao female crown yelling, "Kneel down!"
"You're not bad looking, but you have a bad temper." Yang Manguan muttered to himself, "I don't know how Taoist Master Jiutian can bear it."
Seeing Yang Canguan leave, the Kun Dao master could no longer control his temper and cursed Han Youyu, even Han Kunpeng, who was silent on the side, was affected. Even so, he was still angry. This man secretly Nu Guan, known as the "big female insect", has a really hot temper. In the end, even Zhang Jiutian, who was always looking at her nose and nose, couldn't help scolding her.
He scolded Han Youyu for ruining the reputation that Wudang had built up over thousands of years. He was so angry that he decided to drive this shameless person out on his own initiative. He also scolded Han Kunpeng for being a brother in vain. He could not even restrain his younger brother, and allowed his younger brother to do nasty things that disgraced the family tradition. It became increasingly difficult to control his emotions. When he came to Zhang Jiutian, he scolded him for acting coldly and ignoring the affairs of his own sect all day long.
This was good, because Han Youyu caused such a curse, the entire mansion was filled with Zhang Jiuqing's scolding and roaring. Those maids and servants finally saw that this usually taciturn woman was now so irritable and frightening. Crown rage.
After venting the unquenchable anger in his heart, Zhang Jiuqing was still upset even without the scary look just now. He looked coldly at Han Youyu who was kneeling in the middle hall and looked very useless, and ordered Han Kunpeng to kill him again. Locked into the backyard room.
Watching the two people leave, Zhang Jiutian understood it in his heart even though he, a straightforward Taoist monk, had talked about it. Without trying to comfort him too much, he said slowly: "You are too harsh."
The anger that had just been suppressed in Zhang Jiuqing's heart started to rise again, and Zhang Jiutian hurriedly said: "Let's just turn a blind eye to the sect's troubles. How can we deal with these miscellaneous things?"
Zhang Jiuqing was furious and said: "You still want to speak for this guy who has not made any progress?" His tone was flat, but his eyes were staring at Zhang Jiutian like knives.
Zhang Jiutian had nothing to do with the Taoist monk who was over fifty years old and still couldn't control his temper. He said with a smile: "You scolded him like that and hit him so many times, but you don't know how to stop. What should I do if my senior brother knows about it?" I want to tell you."
"Hmph, this kid ruined my Wudang sect and didn't abide by my sect's rules. I, as an elder, caught him and couldn't help him?" Zhang Jiuqing gritted his teeth, feeling quite angry at what Han Youyu had done.
"Senior brother, I don't care, why are we worrying about it?" Zhang Jiutian didn't take the matter to heart, and looked indifferent, "The rules and precepts only restrain those who have a right heart. How many of these outer disciples are there?" Are they all guarded? Is it possible that you have to take care of them all?"
Zhang Jiuqing made Zhang Jiutian speechless. He didn't know what to say for a moment. He had no consciousness of "out of sight, out of mind" at all, and directed all his grievances on Han Youyu who was lying on the bed in the room, "I'm just wondering. , how did senior brother realize that this gift was the blessing of the outer sect. Not to mention his brother Kunpeng, there are so many outer sect disciples in our sect, many are better than him and have more opportunities than him, how could he be so unlucky? Is this kid responsible for the word "lucky"? I don't think he has made much progress in Taoism over the years, but he is ruining our family's reputation every day, which is really annoying!"
Zhang Jiutian stepped forward and sat across from Zhang Jiuqing, and persuaded him: "We shouldn't ask too much about what senior brother did. Maybe he has other plans in mind."
Zhang Jiuqing's explosive temper was also greatly reduced by Zhang Jiutian's doughy temper. He sighed and didn't know what to say.
Zhang Jiutian said again: "Okay, let's not talk about the past. I'll take a few walks to calm my mind. It's so angry that it's harmful to the body."
Zhang Jiuqing agreed and was about to meditate when he suddenly said, "Are you sure?"
The question was vague. Zhang Jiutian, who had been a Taoist couple for decades, naturally understood what he meant, "Nine times out of ten."
The answers were also vague, but they were all clear.
"Do you think senior brother really believed that prophecy?" Zhang Jiuqing asked again without any reason.
Zhang Jiutian was stunned for a moment, then said: "Even if senior brother believes it, what can this family do to me? Back then, that guy acted like this in the world and couldn't do anything to me. What can he do now?" "
"Then why did Senior Brother ask us to come here? It can't just be to confirm whether this person is genuine or not."
Zhang Jiutian was silent.
"Is it possible that Qian Zai Wu is really going to be married off?"
Zhang Jiutian finally looked squarely at the female crown who had a deep love for him and his wife. His eyes were condensed. After a few breaths, he took a deep breath and waved the whisk, "That's all, this is beyond our control."
Zhang Jiuqing finally collected his emotions and sighed, as if to agree with him.
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Bo Jinhou walked into the small courtyard with a blank expression and thoughtful expression on his duck neck. After all, he still had little experience. Bo Jinhou, a boy of 18 or 19 years old, naturally couldn't hide things in his heart. Whether he was happy or angry was all in one picture. The reaction came out on his face.
He is not a good person in the middle of the night, but when he saw Bo Jinhou squatting there silently killing ducks and plucking their feathers, feeling unhappy, he still asked: "What's wrong?"
Sister Linglong was thoughtful and knew that something was wrong with Marquis Bo Jin when she heard this question in the middle of the night. She also asked: "What happened?"
Marquis Bo Jin thought he was taking all his anger out on the duck, so he pulled out the feathers a little harder, and said bitterly: "I saw Han Youyu."
It dawned on me in the middle of the night.
"Then practice hard, practice hard, and strive to avenge your aunt as soon as possible." The sister on the swing had a plain expression, and she couldn't stand up. "The energy you have to sulk here is better spent on practicing martial arts. Is it possible to sulk your aunt? Revenge is avenged?"
Bo Jinhou said nothing, feeling that what his sister said was reasonable.
Ye San Geng asked curiously: "How come we met him?"
Bao Jinhou kept moving his hands, cleaning the down on the duck's body, and explained in detail what happened when he went out just now. What Ye San was more curious about was the people around Han Youyu.
"You mean you saw a female crown?" my sister asked.
After the ducks were cleaned up, Bo Jinhou started to light a fire and boil water. When he heard his sister asking, he also asked: "What is a female crown?"
"Female Taoist priest." My sister explained patiently, "Taoist nun is a common name. This name is just a name for lower Liba people. People in the Taoist sect don't like this name."
"Oh." Bo Jinhou suddenly realized, "She is a female Taoist priest in blue, leading Han Youyu and a man." Bo Jinhou didn't know Han Kunpeng. In the past few days, all he asked about was Han Youyu. Others have no idea.
Looking at his sister in the middle of the night, he seemed to have guessed the identity of the female Taoist priest. He thought that there was only one Kun Tao female crown in Wudang Mountain who could wear blue clothes. My sister pondered for a moment and thought: "Taoist Master Jiuqing is here, Taoist Master Jiutian should be here too."
"What Jiu Qing Jiu Tian, who are you talking about?" Bo Jinhou looked confused.
In the middle of the night, he did not want to explain too much to Bao Jinhou and asked: "What are these two people doing here?" It was obviously the sister who asked.
The elder sister naturally thought more than her younger brother. Even if she thought of some expected results, she was worried that her younger brother would think nonsense again. She didn't say anything more at the moment and just said: "My legs are with me, so I can go wherever I want." Where is it?"
Bao Jinhou also heard that there was something behind the words of the siblings, and he became even more suspicious, "Do you know them?"
I have always felt some unexplainable guilt towards Bo Jinhou, and now I don’t know what to say in the middle of the night. On the contrary, my sister has let go of the piece of breast that is called "duck tender shoots" Rou gave a reasonable explanation: "Two Taoist priests on Wudang Mountain." He answered Bo Jinhou and concealed his interactions with these two people.
Marquis Bo Jin did not doubt that he was there, and he did not have any other thoughts. He just thought he was trying to scare himself, and said, "What's wrong with Wudang people? You have to pay with your life if you kill people." At the end of the words, the two words were completely gone. The words he started with were full of momentum, "I have to avenge my aunt." Although the momentum was gone, the determination in his eyes made everyone admire her.
This person has a head to head for, which is what life is all about.
But this was a life-and-death feud after all. Ye San wanted to comfort him but didn't know what to say. He knew the pain of separation from a close relative.
The most painful thing in the world is separation, and the most painful thing is separation in death. It's just painful when you lose it, but when you think about it accidentally in the future, it's painful to the bone.
My sister also guessed what she said from the silence that followed, but she said nothing and gently bit into the oily duck frame.
Bo Jinhou was in a gloomy mood, and even the stewed fat duck lost some of its heat. My sister, with her naughty mouth like a glutton, ate two more pieces of the tenderest duck breast, then stopped using her chopsticks and just drank the soup. It was obviously a lot worse than the mud chicken yesterday. Bo Jinhou had something on his mind, but he didn't know what to eat. He put some chopsticks into his mouth and chewed them for a long time. On the contrary, I am not picky even in the middle of the night. It is a pleasure to have wine and meat.
After dinner, my sister, who had a regular schedule, went to take a nap. At midnight, she watched Bo Jinhou practice the three-blade ax that was somewhat formed in his hand.
Thinking that his enemy was right in front of him but he couldn't do anything about it, Bo Jinhou just chopped the nothingness in front of him this afternoon and made an explosive sound. The force of the ax and ax was as strong as tearing the air apart, which was quite impressive.
Even in the middle of the night, he didn't try to persuade him. It didn't matter if he vented like this. At least the resentment in his heart would not be able to control him. If he kept it in his heart, he might be so extreme that he would do something stubborn after a long time.
However, I didn't expect that it would have such an effect in the middle of the night. After practicing this move, it has the effect of getting twice the result with half the effort.
Two hours later, the sun that was hanging slanting in the sky had already disappeared behind the distant pavilion. Bo Jinhou, who was a little out of breath, had made great progress this afternoon. Even in the middle of the night, Bo Jinhou had to sigh that this copy should be Although the skinny embryos who were born to practice martial arts are not as good as those who have experienced three to five years of hard work, they are still more than enough to deal with some ordinary martial arts people.
As the sky gradually darkened, Bao Jinhou stopped his hand and threw the giant ax in his hand casually. He said hello to the two siblings before leaving at midnight. After all this afternoon's torment, he still didn't feel completely relieved. Uncomfortable.
My sister, who was sitting casually on the doorstep of the house, said, "Thousands of years ago, the founder of Taoism, Mr. Zhuang Laojun, once said that an avenger will never break his own path. Although he has a grudge, he will not complain about the falling tiles. Do you know what that means?"
She didn't know who she was talking to. In fact, she didn't know who she was asking. Based on her understanding of her brother, her brother, who had resisted even seeing the secrets of martial arts since childhood, would naturally not pay attention to these tough words. The classical Chinese, and Bo Jinhou, these few days of contact can only respond to his cultural level.
Therefore, my sister did not need to specify who she was asking, and immediately explained: "A person who takes revenge will not break the sword that has hurt him, and even if he has hatred in his heart, he will not resent the harm done to him unintentionally."
"Huh?" The two people understood that they understood, but they were a little confused.
It was obviously her sister who had been encouraging Bo Jinhou, why did she start persuading him again now? !
"This is all fart!" My sister actually swore, "If everyone has such thoughts, the world will be in chaos."
"I hope that this hatred is not blinding your eyes and heart, but the steel knife on your head that is always urging you."
"Since there is a heart of disloyalty, every tile is filled with resentment."
