Zhang Jiutian suddenly looked back and his eyes seemed to be shot with sharp light, piercing directly towards Han Youyu who had a face full of astonishment.
Buddhism and Taoism are all monks, and the first precept is to abstain from killing.
"What the hell is going on? Tell it from the facts!"
Like thunder in his ears, these eight words shocked Han Youyu to take a few steps back.
Han Youyu hesitated with a look of horror on his face, but Han Kunpeng now felt extremely regretful. He was secretly annoyed that he had had such a fever in his head that he reported the matter to his master about the two siblings who seemed to be hit by evil stars. Now, he was afraid. It was him who was also implicated.
Zhang Jiutian looked angrily at Han Youyu, who was as thick as chaff, and then looked at Han Kunpeng, who was bowing his head and saying nothing, and yelled again: "Say it!"
Han Kunpeng knew that he couldn't hide this time, so he ignored his younger brother who was winking secretly beside him, and told the whole story from beginning to end, so that he relied on his reputation as a disciple and the head of the family to go to the Song family to resolve the matter privately. Also tell the truth.
Zhang Jiutian was angry when he heard this, and Bo Jinhou in the courtyard was gnashing his teeth. He never imagined that the Song family, who were usually so considerate to his aunt, could be so heartless. If it weren't for the late night watch controlling Bo Jinhou, he would have wished They all have to go to the Song family to argue.
"Asshole!"
Zhang Jiutian, who had always had a good temper, was furious at this time. He was afraid that he had messed up the Taoist mind that he had cultivated over the years. He suppressed the anger in his heart and said: "You two will follow me back to the master's sect. Whatever you do will be left to the master's discretion. "
"Wait a minute."
The four people who had never been let in were stopped by their sister, "Are you asking the head of your faction to handle this matter?"
Zhang Jiutian was only angry just now, but then he remembered that the person involved was still behind him, and said hurriedly: "Miss Ye Er, don't worry, Pindao guarantees my thousand-year reputation in Wudang, and I will definitely deal with it in accordance with Wudang sect rules, and will never..."
"I believe in Taoist Master Jiutian." My sister interrupted with a smile, "But according to what I know and heard, the leader of your noble sect, Taoist Master Jiuding, is very fond of you unworthy disciples. Who knows how you will handle this matter when you return to Wudang .”
Zhang Jiutian was speechless for a moment.
What Miss Ye Er said in his mouth is not unreasonable. He also knows that the head brother treats his disciple as if he were his own son. Even if there is a saying that he is loved by the next generation, in the eyes of the disciple, the love is a bit too much. He really wants to take him back to Wudang. He really wasn't sure how to deal with Han Youyu who "killed an innocent civilian woman in vain". After all, the leader still has the final say on all matters in the mountain. Since he has no name and no status, it is really too early to make this guarantee.
"You have come here on your own initiative today, why don't I come up with a compromise and let the Taoist priest take a look." Sister said again, with such a smile that Zhang Jiutian couldn't refuse and didn't know how to refuse, so he had to agree: "Ye Second Miss, please speak."
"As the saying goes, if you owe money and pay for your debt, you must kill someone to pay for your life. This is a matter of course. Does Taoist Master Jiutian say this?"
"Yes." Zhang Jiutian said a little reluctantly. After all, he is also a martial arts sect and has his own methods in the martial arts. Han Kunpeng had already taken care of everything in the government. When he was sent to the official, Zhang Jiutian, a man in the world, couldn't accept it. Otherwise, he wouldn't have said anything about returning home to deal with it in the first place. Just listening to Miss Ye Er opposite, is it possible that I have to go through the government procedures?
My sister added, "It's better to keep this matter private. What do you think, Taoist Priest?"
People in the world are most ashamed of dealing with the government. After hearing this, Zhang Jiutian felt a little relieved and said: "Okay."
"This little brother is the woman's son. Let them compete and judge for themselves."
The sister finally got to the point, and Zhang Jiutian suddenly understood. No wonder the young man's behavior was so extreme just now. Now he can understand it better.
My sister didn't wait for Zhang Jiutian to speak, and then said: "If Taoist Master Jiutian thinks that my method is not good, you can also think of a better method, how about I also consider it?"
Zhang Jiutian suddenly felt that the little girl in front of him was setting a trap for him step by step that he could not refuse, and he got in unknowingly. Now he really couldn't explain it if he disagreed.
Zhang Jiutian thought to himself, as their famous sect pays great attention to rules, it is best for them to handle the affairs of their own sect by themselves. After all, they still don't like others to interfere.
After just pondering for a moment, Zhang Jiutian suddenly asked: "I wonder what the relationship between this donor and the Second Young Lady and the Third Young Master is. How come he feels that Second Young Lady Ye speaks for him everywhere."
"What do you mean, Taoist Master Jiutian? My brother and I draw swords to help each other when we see injustice. We just can't bear to see the disciples of your noble sect being so tyrannical and lawless. Can you please help this little brother?"
The sister's words had a thorn in Zhang Jiutian's side, and Zhang Jiutian was at a loss for words again. Just as he thought, a well-known and upright family pays attention to rules, but also pays attention to reputation.
What Han Youyu did was clearly holding Wudang's golden name.
So Wudang's first sutra chanter was in trouble again.
Having been led by this girl from beginning to end, Zhang Jiutian felt powerless for the first time.
"Then as Miss Ye Er said, they can solve it themselves." Zhang Jiutian also had to make a decision.
Han Youyu glanced at Han Kunpeng secretly as if asking for help. The latter had no time to think about him now, so he just lowered his head and pretended not to notice, ignoring him.
Han Youyu panicked.
Now Bo Jinhou's eyes and heart were filled with revenge, and he wished he could skin Han Youyu to have fun. He had subconsciously rejected other things around him, but he vaguely heard that it meant that he could take revenge, and he finally felt happy. Take a breath.
The elder sister turned away and stopped talking to Zhang Jiutian. She walked directly to the swing under the tree based on her feelings. She passed by Bo Jinhou and did not lower her voice. She thought she wanted Zhang Jiutian to hear it on purpose.
"Weapons are ruthless, fists and feet are blind. Then beat him to death and avenge your aunt."
My sister said this lightly, as naturally as asking her family to arrive at the right time for dinner. Even Zhang Jiutian felt that these words came from her sister as if they were natural and natural.
Zhang Jiutian frowned, a little annoyed by the girl's shameless words. Years of self-cultivation forced him to suppress his impatience. Just as he was about to speak, Zhang Jiuqing took the lead and said: "What a big tone, let's see who dares to take advantage of me." The disciple’s life and death are a joke.”
The elder sister clasped her hands and ignored Kun Dao Nu Guan, who looked like her tail had been bitten, and murmured: "I dare." The voice was extremely low, but it reached Nu Guan's ears accurately, and then she continued He turned around and smiled, extremely sarcastic.
The only woman of her generation in Wudang who was wearing blue clothes was extremely angry. She wanted to get angry but was afraid of the calm night watch over there. She snorted coldly and could only vent her anger on Han Youyu. He turned his head and scolded: "Hurry up and go!"
Han Youyu felt that he was really useless now. Normally, he would show off to others, but now he was just looking at other people's faces. He was used to being so domineering, and now he felt really bad. He was surprised that his brother had invited such a person here for no reason. An evil god, he has been scolding himself like nothing in the past few days. Fearfully bypassing Zhang Jiutian and Zhang Jiuqing, Han Youyu entered the small courtyard, and the other three also filed in.
Ye Sangen let go of Bao Jinhou, patted him on the shoulder, and told him: "Don't be afraid, just do what you have practiced in the past two days."
Of course, Bo Jinhou was not afraid. His desire to cut Han Youyu into thousands of pieces had become an obsession. At this moment, he had no other thoughts in his mind except revenge. He did not say anything at the moment. He rushed towards Han Youyu without making a sound.
Han Youyu has been feeling very depressed these past few days. First, he was given a kick in the middle of the night, which made him lose all the energy in his body and could not get out of bed for several days. After he almost recovered, he was locked in the room again. Finally, he was able to go out. It was his great uncle. Come, Liande was caught sneaking out to have fun, and the beating with a whisk instead of wattle made him lie in bed for another day and night.
The more Han Youyu thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. In the final analysis, it was not because of coming to Lixia City. This person will get into trouble when his bias is aroused, and even his ideas are a bit extreme. Han Youyu didn't think that this was something he had caused. Instead, he felt that all this was not caused by the late night siblings. Thinking about it, if it weren't for these two people, he would still be able to survive in this Lixia City. Spend the day and night drinking and singing.
But after all the complaints, Han Youyu knew very well that he was no match for the harmless-looking man in coarse clothes standing behind the beautiful woman.
It doesn't matter if I can't beat you. Seeing that this kid is getting close to you, just teach him a lesson. It will just relieve the little master's cowardice these days.
Han Youyu thought very simply. He had been immersed in martial arts for more than ten years. At a glance, he could tell that the young man in front of him was not a novice. He probably didn't know a thing about it, except for that high-ranking weapon. The ax is a little more powerful, and the lower body is not stable in the flower stand. Even if he only has his fists and feet, he may be able to knock him down with just a move of his hands.
Thinking of this, Han Youyu's blood not only surged up, but he had to let this little girl see the master's methods no matter what, otherwise she would be looked down upon.
As these thoughts flashed through his mind, Han Youyu saw that the boy holding the ax was no more than a foot away from him, and he immediately calmed down.
Bo Jinhou struck out angrily, with a powerful and heavy blow with more than a thousand junctures of force, and with the sound of wind, he struck directly at Han Youyu Tianling. There was no fancy fighting posture at first, so Han Youyu secretly thought that it was nothing more than that. He immediately raised his hand to grab the ax handle, trying to block the opponent's attack first and then attack the open center door.
After all, Han Youyu was also a veteran. He figured out the cracking moves in an instant, along with the attack moves, and even had time to hum in disdain. After all, Bo Jinhou's attack had no routine at all. He looked like a gangster and picked up a guy casually, which was absolutely no threat to Han Youyu.
Bo Jinhou didn't care whether he could open the empty door or not. He just thought about the three-blade ax he had practiced countless times in the past two days. He controlled the rhythm of his breathing and exhaled, and muttered in his mouth the words he called "I don't have a name." Three tricks to know how to do it.
Han Youyu, who was in the middle of the battle, just relied on his superiors and underestimated the enemy. Zhang Jiutian was standing at the door. Just from the axe-wielding boy whose name he still didn't know and walked with an axe, he could tell that this kind of long-haired man was suitable for charging and plundering the enemy on the battlefield. The weapon is definitely not simple. If you look closely at the veins on the arm holding the axe, you will see that it is not as non-threatening as it seems.
It was too late for Zhang Jiutian to give a warning when he saw that Han Youyu had raised his hand to touch the handle of the giant axe, and turned his other hand towards Bo Jinhou's chest while turning the palm print.
Bo Jinhou naturally saw the opponent's palm attack, but he had not been taught how to deal with it in the third night. He was planning to kill Han Youyu, who was less than five feet away from him, with an axe, even if he was hit hard.
Han Youyu was about to secretly rejoice when he saw Bo Jinhou not hiding, but suddenly he felt that the handle of the ax in his hand was like a mountain weighing down on him, making him lose his sense of control. The strength was beyond the scope of what he could recognize.
How terrifying is this!
Han Youyu didn't have time to think about it, and instinctively stepped back on his toes. No matter how he attacked, he opened the door wide open. With this strength, he would die in an ugly way, let alone attack.
However, the distance was too close. No matter how agile his movements were, Han Youyu was afraid that he would not be able to dodge. He tilted his body as hard as he could and watched as the ax blade struck his face from top to bottom. The rather expensive linen The green shirt cracked open with a "chi la" sound, and the ivory white fan that had been pinned to his waist was also blown out.
Han Youyu was shocked. It seemed that he had underestimated this person. He quickly adjusted his mentality and put aside his contempt, and mustered up all his energy to deal with it.
late.
Knowing the pros and cons of this ax technique, Ye Sangen had already made a conclusion for Han Youyu from his heart.
After using the first move, the follow-up moves began to hit Han Youyu in a continuous stream, with a sweep and a slash. Han Youyu, who had lost the initiative at the beginning, was overwhelmed and could only dodge left and right. Every time, he almost avoided danger by sticking to the edge of the axe.
Han Youyu had a hard time hiding, but Bao Jinhou was able to play with great vigor. He swung the ax in his hand like a chopstick, and his moves were as fast as one after another. The power was so powerful that Han You was among them. Fish, even Zhang Jiutian who was watching the battle secretly frowned.
Han Youyu avoided another sweep. As the saying goes, an inch long is strong and an inch short is dangerous. But now Han Youyu thinks how can this long weapon be so strong and dangerous? Although he had already seen that the opponent was using three moves back and forth, Han Youyu was unable to fight back even so. How could he still have the heart to fight back even if he was afraid that he would not be able to dodge?
Although Han Kunpeng could not understand the danger inside, seeing his younger brother dwarfed by him like this, he understood something. He took a step forward, bowed slightly and called out "Uncle Master" in a low voice.
Zhang Jiutian was actually very conflicted in his heart. No matter how miserable Han Youyu was, he was still a disciple of Wudang. He couldn't let an unknown junior compete with him. If word spread, where would Wudang lose his face? However, if a helping hand is given, not to mention that Ye San, who is quite famous among the younger generation opposite, will not sit idly by and ignore it. Even if it is spread that a big bully is used to bully the small Mo, it is said that it is against Wudang and even himself. A good reputation.
When Han Kunpeng saw Zhang Jiutian and Zhang Jiuqing ignoring him, he felt worried. If this trend continued, he would probably have to deal with his younger brother here. How could he still have the dignity to see his parents when he went back? "Uncle Master" was heard again, and Han Kunpeng's voice was full of anxiety.
However, no one paid attention to him.
But Han Youyu, who was dodging left and right in the field, was already unable to withstand the attack and was afraid that he would be killed by the ax within a few breaths.
Looking at the opposite side, Bo Jinhou, who had used three axes in one go like a golden dragon, was already red-eyed. He increased the strength in his hand, wishing that Han Youyu's blood would be splashed on the spot with the next axe.
Han Youyu was really panicked.
He never expected that when he arrived at Lixia City on a whim, he could not help but provoke the world-famous brother and sister who had disappeared for three years, and actually get in trouble with such a evil star.
This is not a competition, this is a life-and-death struggle!
Han Youyu was already in disarray, retreating again and again.
In any martial arts competition, if there is a retreat, it will be a foregone conclusion.
Close your eyes at midnight.
The night is clear and focused.
Zhang Jiutian held his breath.
Zhang Jiuqing frowned.
Han Kunpeng paced uneasily.
He watched as an ax struck the door facing Han Youyu with a huge force and a roar that cut through the void. This blow, not to mention blood splattered on the spot, might not leave a complete body.
"It's over."
After seeing the situation in the middle of the night, he felt his sister's hand that had been holding his forearm loosen and let out a breath.
"Help!"
However, he never thought that a sudden change occurred, and Zhang Jiutian, who had been quietly watching the competition in the field, gave a sharp shout, which was like a spring thunder, disturbing the peace.
Not to mention that the two siblings were stunned for a moment in the middle of the night. Even the movements of Bo Jinhou and Han Youyu in the field were stagnant.
In the midst of lightning and flint, I heard Hou Jinhou yell loudly, and the giant ax fell again, splitting Huashan Mountain with the power of splitting the sky!
