Chapter 117 The Secret of Shi Jian’s Golden Body (please subscribe)
Mei Shiyu ignored his taunts and just stared at Qianhe and Xu Jiping with stern eyes. The atmosphere here instantly reached freezing point and was extremely depressing.
"Uncle, don't be angry, let's have a cup of tea first." Qin Yao picked up the teapot and poured a cup for Simu, saying with a smile.
Simu’s character is exactly the opposite of Uncle Jiu. In the movie, he is old-fashioned, severe, and cunning. Although it is not as obvious in reality as in the movie, it is essentially the same. He speaks sarcastically: "It's not what I want. Angry, some people do it honestly It’s too much. To be so forceful and domineering, those who know are acting under the orders of senior brother, but those who don’t know are thinking that they are acting under the orders of the leader.”
Mei Shiyu couldn’t hold back anymore after being ridiculed. : "Senior brother, keep your words virtuous."
He slapped the table with his eyes and scolded: "It's unethical to tell you what you did? If you say so, isn't your current behavior immoral?"
"It's so messy!" Mei Shiyu A trace of anger flashed across his face, and he waved behind him The hand said: "Take Qianzuru and Xu Jiping away."
"Pa!"
As soon as he finished speaking, before the people behind Mei Shiyu had time to act, a teacup suddenly flew over, It hit him hard and shattered into pieces.
Mei Shiyu felt a pain in his chest, and his face suddenly froze.
The rest of the people were even more shocked and dumbfounded.
Maoshan expressly stipulates that internal fighting is prohibited. The disciples are secretly scheming and even fighting to the death in private. As long as no trouble is caused, the senior officials basically turn a blind eye.
After all, if the water is clear, there will be no fish. Wherever there are people, there will be rivers and lakes.
Old Jianghu people are simply used to this.
"Sorry, my hand slipped." Qin Yao stood up slowly and said apologetically.
Mei Shiyu: "..."
A group of Maoshan disciples: "..."
Your hands are so slippery.
Who can throw a cup so far with slippery hands?
“Hehe, hehehe...”
Mei Shiyu lowered his head and looked at the tea stains on the Taoist robe, clenching his fists: "You are so scary!"
Qin Yao: "Uncle, are you not hurt? Your face looks so ugly."< br>
Mei Shiyu drew out the two swords from behind with a clanging sound and threw them in Qin Yao's direction, striking decisively and fiercely.
“Bang.”
“Bang.”
The two swords flew towards him, Qin Yao remained motionless, he lifted up the stone table with his eyes and struck the sword sideways. Qianhe drew out his long sword and slashed away with the sword. The two swords hit Xuan'er in the air and penetrated deeply into the ground.
"Mei Shiyu, you are so brave to launch a war in Maoshan Mountain." Simu said sternly.
Mei Shiyu said in a low voice: "Brother, don't rush to blame me. Just like this nephew, my hand just slipped."
Qin Yao didn't blink, even He laughed out loud, turned around, picked up the stone table that had been overturned by his eyes, and walked forward step by step.
Across the street, Shi Shaojian was inexplicably panicked. Even though he knew that the other party was not coming for him, he couldn't help but take a step back.
In his impression, this guy was used to being arrogant and domineering, and he could do anything when he was angry.
Shi Shaojian himself is already ferocious and evil enough, but his results are still far behind his opponent.
"Qin Yao, why are you carrying a table?" Just when Qin Yao came to Mei Shiyu and was about to lift the solid stone table in his hand, he was wearing a red robe and holding a snow-white whisk in his hand. The old boss seemed to be passing by here, turned around and asked.
"Ahem."
Qin Yao placed the stone table in front of Mei Shiyu with a bang, faced the head with a bright smile: "The table fell over, I helped it up."
Chen Qingyan smiled, as if he believed it: "So that's it. I just saw your fierce look, I thought you were going to hit someone..."
"Meet the leader." At this time, he turned around. All the Taoist priests who came from the gods bowed and saluted. Chen Qingyan waved to them, indicating that there was no need to be polite, but his eyes were still on Qin Yao.
Qin Yao clapped his hands, cupped his fists and saluted: "The master doesn't know something, I am an honest person who abides by the rules of the sect, and I can't do anything to fight."
< br>Chen Qingyan blinked.
Follow the rules?
Honest person?
Okay.
No matter what he thought in his heart, he decided to believe it: "This is very good. I don't want the first case to be tried after the execution hall is established in the future to be a fight among the same sect."
Qin Yao He smiled and said: "No, no, I have a sense of propriety."
Chen Qingyan was too lazy to talk to him about this, and turned to look at Mei Shiyu: "Go."
He didn't say what or where he was going, and he didn't mention a word about Shi Jian, but Mei Shiyu But Yu understood what he meant, put away the two swords stuck on the ground, bowed slightly, and led everyone away from here.
"Master, this uncle is very majestic!" Qin Yao said leisurely as he looked at the backs of them leaving.
"No matter how powerful you are, you are not as powerful as you." Chen Qingyan glanced at him and turned around: "Follow me."
Qin Yao: "???"
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What the hell?
What are we going to do with you?
We are not very familiar with each other...
"Why are you stunned? Why don't you hurry up and catch up with the leader." He pushed Qin Yao with his eyes and whispered.
Qin Yao had no choice but to follow the old master step by step, climbing up the steps, and finally came to a bamboo forest, where he could faintly hear the sound of gurgling water.
"Can you understand why I didn't say a word about Shi Jian just now?" The old master stopped in front of a quiet and deep bamboo house, stretched out his hand to catch a long and narrow bamboo leaf that was torn off by the wind, and asked lightly.
“There is someone above him.” Qin Yao really couldn’t call him uncle, and he couldn’t call him by his name in front of the old master, so he could only call him by his first name.
"That's very accurate." The old master laughed dumbly and waved his hand: "However, this is only one aspect of it."
Qin Yao pursed his lips and listened. The message: "Please give instructions to the leader "Teach."
"Although it is not the end of the Dharma era, it is an indisputable fact that practice is difficult. Among the people of your master's generation, Shi Jian is the only one who can resist the banner. .”
The old leader said calmly: "This is also the main reason why I and many of the ancestors in Nei Mao still tolerate him even though they know he has a problem.
When one's status reaches a certain height, what is seen in the eyes no longer exists. It's purely personal interests, but the overall situation. It doesn't matter whether it's good or bad. What matters is whether the benefits outweigh the disadvantages or the disadvantages outweigh the benefits. If it's the latter, eradicate it immediately."
Qin Yao was slightly startled.
He has always believed that the difficulty in solving Shi Jian lies in solving the connections behind Shi Jian. Otherwise, even if they are executed privately like in the movie, the consequences will still be endless.
But now after hearing what the old leader said, he realized that his idea was still a bit one-sided.
"Human beings are always fighting. Fighting with heaven, fighting with earth, fighting with people."
Chen Qingyan looked at him with gentle eyes: "Throughout the ages, the people fighting have changed one after another, but The things they fight for have never changed.
Now that the spiritual energy of the world is getting thinner, the struggle among the monks in the world is getting worse. Lie.
Struggles between different sects are like wars.
If you can't be better than Shi Jian, if you can't carry the banner of Waimao. You can never truly defeat Shi Jian... Do you understand what I mean, Qin Yao?"
(End of this chapter)