Chapter 182: The Strong Shi Jian

"Junior brother, you are so elegant. I'll come to visit me!" Just as the few people were having a good time, talking and laughing, a very sinister voice came from outside the door. Jiang Feng and Uncle Jiu in the hall frowned, and they vaguely guessed the identity of the visitor in their hearts.

There were three people walking into the door of the other house, and the leader was an old Taoist priest wearing a black and gray hand-over Yin-Yang Taoist robe, a bun on his head and holding a whisk.

Looking at this person, Jiang Feng smiled again. Who would this person be if he was not Shi Jian?

I have to say that in the plot of the movie, Shi Jian’s Taoism is even more profound than Uncle Jiu.

His unique skill "Lightning Thunder Fist" made Uncle Jiu's master and apprentice almost have no power to fight back.

In addition to being good at lightning and thunder fist, this person is also good at the art of Qimen Dunjia.

In Taoism, he is even more awesome than Uncle Jiu. If Uncle Jiu had not used the gossip Xuanyang Glass handed down by the ancestor to reflect the opponent's lightning and thunder fist, making the opponent suffer the consequences, it would have been a big deal for Uncle Jiu and his disciples in the end.

Next to Shi Jian, there is a young man with half-covered hair and a bit evil-looking. This person is Shi Jian's apprentice. To be precise, he should be Shi Jian's illegitimate son.

He carried his hands on his back, raised his head, and a contemptuous smile on his lips. When he looked at Uncle Jiu and Jiang Feng, he had a trace of disdain in his eyes.

In his eyes, his father and his so-called brothers are just a group of native chickens and tiles, which are not as good as his father in Taoism, and they have no money. The reason why Uncle Jiu and others were able to live here is that they heard that this mansion was built by his father's junior brother, and it has nothing to do with Uncle Jiu and the others.

In addition, Jiang Feng did not come back this time during the Zhongyuan Festival. He had never seen Jiang Feng, so he naturally didn't know Jiang Feng, the young man in the hall. He was arrogant and very contemptuous.

In addition to their father and son, there was an old man in his sixties with gray eyebrows and beards coming here with them.

The old man looks ordinary, his hands are long past his knees, and he looks ordinary, but he has a temperament like a sea, which makes people unable to help but stare at him.

"Senior brother, what do you want to talk to us about when you come here?" Uncle Jiu stood beside Jiang Feng, Simu and Qianhe vaguely centered on Jiang Feng.

Because Jiang Feng was standing at the top of the hall, and Uncle Jiu sat at the bottom of the hall. Although several people walked out of the hall, they couldn't help but still led by Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng did not put on a Taoist robe, and Shi Jian had never seen him before. He frowned slightly when he heard Uncle Jiu's words.

Because he had walked into the gate of the house, Uncle Jiu was just here to greet him. It was so big or small.

"What? Could it be that the three junior brothers don't welcome me? This time I specially brought fellow Taoist Liu over here. I really have something to discuss with you!" His tone was gloomy and a hint of anger, but there was a smile on his face. He turned around and looked at the old man in a black jacket beside him. This person was the old Liu he said.

Upon hearing this, Uncle Jiu frowned and looked at Jiang Feng, with his eyes signaling, obviously asking Jiang Feng whether he would let Shi Jian and the other two enter the hall to discuss.

Jiang Feng nodded.

Seeing that Uncle Jiu was asking for advice to a young man, Shi Jian and the old man who was called Old Liu both flashed a light in their eyes. They were all a little surprised and couldn't help but look at Jiang Feng more.

Uncle Jiu said: "If you have something to do, come in and talk about it!"

Although Chizu and Simu had a bad impression of Shi Jian, they still went up to greet him, saying something unnourished.

"Old Liu, please sit in there!" Shi Jian just nodded slightly to Qianhe and Simu, and then looked at the old man named Old Liu. He spoke a little humble tone, lowered his body and smiled and asked the other party to sit in the hall.

Old Liu nodded slightly, took a step forward with his hands on his back, and walked straight into the inner room, without any notice at all, as if this was his territory.

However, soon his and Shi Jian's faces became gloomy. As soon as he walked into the hall, Shi Jian frowned when he saw that the person sitting in the hall was an unknown young man.

Old Liu also snorted gently in his nostrils to express his dissatisfaction.

When Shi Shaojian saw that Jiang Feng was sitting in the head of the hall, he was already very upset with Jiang Feng, so he finally stepped forward and pointed at Jiang Feng and scolded him.

"Boy, do you understand the rules? Didn't you see my master and Mr. Liu present? Why are you sitting in the head of the head? Why don't you come down quickly!"

The arrival of Shi Jian and the other two naturally aroused the gossip of Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng, who were watering vegetables on the back mountain. They had just come in from the back door of the house and came to the hall. They were about to see who was coming, but they saw Shi Jian, Shi Shaojian and an unknown old man. At this time, they heard Shi Shaojian scolding their beloved junior uncle Jiang Feng, and Wen Cai immediately stopped doing it. Before Uncle Jiu and his friends could speak to Jiang Feng, he stubbornly, pointed at Shi Shaojian with his head raised and said unhappily: "Shi Shaojian, what qualifications do you have to scold the junior uncle? This is the home of the junior uncle. He is the master. You are contrary to the rules of the Maoshan School and do not respect the teacher and respect the teacher..."

Shi Shaojian's face looked a little ugly, and his heart skipped a beat. He looked at Jiang Feng in the head of the head, but he didn't expect that this was his father's junior brother.

However, he was very thick-skinned, just sneered and glanced at Wen with disdain. A folding fan appeared in his hand. With a bang, the folding fan opened and shook it a few times, but he did not feel that he had violated the rules of Maoshan Gate and was disrespectful to his teachers or respectful words.

"You, a junior, are not qualified to speak here, nor are you qualified to scold me. Even though this is the place for the junior uncle, my master is his senior brother. Here, everything is respected by the teacher!" He was arrogant and did not have the slightest awareness of the guest.

Qianhe, Simu and Jiu Uncle frowned, all of which were swelling with blue veins. Shi Shaojian was simply too arrogant.

Shi Jian looked at Jiang Feng in the main seat with dissatisfaction, "Junior brother, you don't understand the rules of the sect anymore. Haven't Master taught you?"

Old Liu was standing aside, very dissatisfied. Shi Jian knew very well that he could not offend this person now. Seeing Jiang Feng so disrespectful, he was immediately annoyed.

“…”

Bang!

He wanted to continue saying something, but a loud slap came from his ear, followed by a scream, and he saw his son flying backwards.

Plop!

Finally, he flew out of the hall and fell to the ground outside the door.

Everything happened too quickly and was too incredible to see what was going on.

Only the old man named Liu suddenly opened his eyes, raised his head, and looked at Jiang Feng sitting on the top.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!