When he returned to this hall again, the young man in white was covered in dust, but his handsome face still had a light and elegant charm, as if he was not the one who was just slashed away by the girl in black.

Fang He glanced at him helplessly, "Even if you haven't practiced 'out of context', you can't beat Little Flower. Why did you say you're okay to provoke her?"

"Ha, I was careless and didn't just flash."

Zhao Hongqu waved his hand boldly, "Otherwise, a little girl like this who is about the same age as my sister, I can punch ten of them with one punch."

He turned his head and found that the girl in black was staring at him quietly, with innocent eyes as if he was suspicious of his previous sentence.

"Ahem."

Looking at the girl's serious expression, Zhao Hongqu felt a chill inexplicably, and immediately coughed lightly to change the topic:

"When I talk about my sister, I'm angry. What's wrong with practicing? I have to go to practice Taoism.

As a result, I studied with Old Man Yang for three years. Today I went out of the city to kill a little fox demon who had been practicing Taoism for only a hundred years. I could make an ordinary person rob the luck. What's the use of that Taoist thing?"

Yang Lianshan, who was standing beside him, had made up his mind to cultivate himself and ignore Zhao Hongqu today. When he heard the latter's words, he still couldn't help but put down the teacup in his hand and looked at him with a calm face.

The young man in white was not afraid of this at all. He looked at Yang Lianshan with an expression of "If you have sex, come and beat me to death":

"Old man Yang, don't be dissatisfied. You say that there are so many Taoist students in your Taoist temple.

When it comes to fighting, who can stand up to our little flower? When it comes to quarrel, no one can compare to mine.

From this perspective, your Taoist sect is real...hey!"

In the lobby, a strong aura that had been enduring for a long time burst out.

With the "boom", a young figure smashed the wall and flew backwards, turning into a white dot. I don't know where to fly. I could vaguely hear a pissed voice:

"Old man Yang, you bully the small for the big and do not talk about martial ethics!"

......

After "sending" Zhao Hongqu away, the tranquility in the lobby was restored.

Yang Lianshan's rage was still not eliminated and said to Fang He: "Old Man Fang, can't you really seal your mouth when you are practicing "out of context and forgetting words"?"

Fang He yawned helplessly, "What I passed on to him was 'Forgetful Words'. He took a different approach and cultivated 'lie', and I had no choice."

Yang Lianshan had a dark face and wanted to say something else. Fang He had already sighed "hey", patted the table, and said:

"Hey, let that kid mess this up, I forgot where we said before."

"When it comes to counterattacking the Demon Mountain."

Zhu Ting, who was slightly dwarf, spoke at this time, but his eyes were sweeping the broken door panel and a hole appeared on the wall. His face looked insensitive:

"Fang He, please don't come to my house again when you talk about something. I only found someone to repair it once half a year ago."

"Haha, talk about the serious business." Fang He's old face turned red and said, "This time the Demon Sect was so evil that we were seriously injured. We still have to work hard to fight them all in one go.

Of course, we have a few old monsters of the Seven Blood Yin level to deal with, and the other demons in the Demon Sect are just for students from both colleges to sharpen themselves.”

"Yeah." Yang Lianshan said in a deep voice: "At that time, my disciples in the Taoist court will be the main focus, and your academy will be able to cooperate with 'calligraphy' and 'words and deeds'."

Fang He knew what Old Man Yang was thinking, so he naturally had no objection to this and smiled and said, "We Confucian disciples are not good at attacking."

Yang Lianshan's expression cleared a little.

"Then it's decided. The time is set at the beginning of next month, and there is still half a month to prepare."

Fang He pondered: "At that time, Hongqu and Xiaohua will be led by the disciples of the two academies to avoid any accidents.

In addition, I will send a message to Yongcheng Temple to ask Buddhist monks to send Buddhist monks to help them to reduce casualties.”

As he said that, Fang He narrowed his eyes and smiled kindly at Su Xiaohua next to him, "Xiaohua, do you know what to do then?"

Su Xiaohua looked at Fang He and nodded seriously, and also narrowed her eyes and smiled like the old man. She had two shallow dimples on her cheeks, looking particularly well-behaved.

"Okay, then after you go back, let's make arrangements."

Yang Lianshan said, and couldn't help but snorted coldly, looking at Fang Hedao:

"As for Zhao Hongqu, you can just tell him about it yourself. I don't want to see that kid again."

"Old Yang, you think you have not cultivated your mind enough. A lot of people are so old, what should I do with a younger generation?" Fang He smiled at Yang Lianshan comfortably:

"That boy from Hongqu doesn't have me as a master all day long, and he talks to me...

Lao Yang, do you think I'm angry? I'll never be angry. This is because you don't cultivate your mind enough."

At this time, the young man in white walked in from the lobby door again.

He looked very embarrassed at this moment, not only was he covered in dust, but his white clothes were also wiped into rags.

But his expression was still chic enough, with a sense of wildness that looked down on the world.

Yang Lianshan had a gloomy face. He had known that this kid could jump around so much that he shouldn't have kept his hand just now, just bombard him outside the city.

He thought that with Zhao Hongqu's temperament, he would continue to come to him to argue with him like he was itchy, but unexpectedly, after entering the house, the young man in white just came to his master Fang He and said with a serious look:

"Master, it's not that I'm going to make trouble. Old Man Yang actually dared to attack me in front of you. He didn't take you seriously at all.

It would be fine if he looked down on his disciples, but he didn't even give you a face. If I were you, I would never tolerate him today.

Think about it, he dares to hit me in front of you now. If you endure this time, will Old Man Yang dare to attack you directly next time?

If you want to give him two more courage, will he dare to ride on your old man's neck..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he said it endlessly, and the more he spoke, the more outrageous he became. Fang He listened, his face turned pale, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore and shouted angrily:

"Little bastard, let me get out of the sky with my master!"

In the lobby, a storm broke out of thin air.

Not only did he blow the decorations of the whole house scattered, but he also directly targeted a young man, wrapping him up and blowing him up.

With a "bang", a gap collapsed on the top of the glazed roof of the lobby.

It was the young man in white who was driven by the storm that he smashed out of the roof of the lobby and didn't know where he flew.

Only one vague sentence left:

"Old thing, you can still play it. I have learned this trick again!"

...

In the hall, after the smoke and dust disappeared, Fang He looked at Zhu Ting who was glaring at him, and smiled guiltily:
Chapter completed!