Wu Jing had never been taught a lesson by an outsider in her life. Not to mention a junior like Wukong.
Although the two of them were of the same generation, because of their age, Wu Jing naturally regarded Gao Zhengyang as a junior.
"Presumptuous." Wu Jing shouted, "You are so rude, which teacher taught you?"
"Who taught you to be like this?" Gao Zhengyang asked unhurriedly.
Wu Jing, who was as cold as ice, became angry. Her thin eyebrows were raised high, her phoenix eyes narrowed, and her gaze was as cold as a sword. But such anger made her look a lot more alive. He seemed more real and more like a living person.
Wu Jing was a rank eight master after all. She immediately suppressed her anger, and her raised eyebrows also lowered.
"Don't try to talk big. I'm reminding you because the two sects are on good terms."
Wu Jing said coldly, "It's fine if you are rude to me, but what if there are seniors from other sects who ask you?"
"Courtesy for courtesy, reason for reason."
Gao Zhengyang replied casually, and then said, "I don't need outsiders to worry about my business. You can go. "
Wu Jing's talent was extremely high, but she was not good at talking. When she met Gao Zhengyang, she could not do anything.
"Take care of yourself." Wu Jing threw a sentence and hurried away with a cold face.
"Senior brother, you are so powerful."
Yuan Ming knew that Wu Jing was powerful. He was very worried about Gao Zhengyang, but he did not expect that he would make Wu Jing run away with just a few words. He couldn't help but admire her.
The nuns of the White Lotus Sect were also delighted. They were quite happy to see the proud Uncle-Master Wu Jing being humiliated.
But no one dared to say anything because they were afraid of Wu Jing's prestige. They could only use their eyes and smiles to express their support for Gao Zhengyang.
The other male disciples were also full of admiration. Someone couldn't help but remind, "Senior sister Wu Jing's temper is not very good, senior brother should be careful."
"Yes, yes, Master Hui Yuan appointed Senior sister Wu Jing to be in charge of the discipline, we are all afraid of her."
As the little monk spoke, he even winked at Gao Zhengyang. What he meant was for him to be careful and not offend Wu Jing.
Gao Zhengyang smiled. A group of children discussing sneakily was like a group of primary school students discussing a strict female teacher when he was young.
To Yuan Ming and the others, an eighth-order Mirror Enlightenment was undoubtedly much more terrifying than the female teacher.
Gao Zhengyang found it very interesting. He had always been the one being resisted. It was the first time in years that he was standing with the crowd.
He had to admit that this feeling was pretty good.
Yuan Ming said proudly, "Senior apprentice-brother is the best. Any woman who meets him will be subdued. Like Lady Yue, Master Liu Qingge, and even Princess Yuzhen especially admires Senior Brother … "
No one knew who Lady Yue was. In recent years, Liu Qingge had become famous throughout the world and was known as the world's number one zither master. As for Princess Yuzhen, there was no need to mention her. She was the Mountain Country's Country Guarding Princess. Her name was well-known, and there was no one who did not know her.
Such a strong woman was also subdued by Senior Brother Wukong!
When the crowd looked at Gao Zhengyang again, their gazes were filled with admiration and envy.
Gao Zhengyang really wanted to sew Yuan Ming's mouth shut. This child was originally quite cute. When did he become a big mouth?
Enjoying everyone's surprised and expectant gazes, Yuan Ming continued, "You don't have to be jealous. Senior Brother Wukong never pursues women. It's always women who pursue him. His peerless literary talent can subdue all the women in the world. A mere Senior Brother Wu Jing is easily captured. "
Hearing Yuan Ming's words becoming more and more outrageous, Gao Zhengyang reached out and pressed on his shoulder. He gently exerted force to suppress the acupoints and blood vessels all over his body, forcing him to swallow back his words.
"Senior brother is a little tired. Junior brother, help me find a place to rest."
Yuan Ming nodded involuntarily and was driven out by Gao Zhengyang's force.
Gao Zhengyang's force was very exquisite. Outsiders naturally couldn't see anything. Although they were a little disappointed, they still made way.
The Vajra Sect's flying ship had a total of three floors. The head and tail were more than a hundred zhang long.
Yuan Ming was Hui Ming's youngest disciple. He wasn't old, but his status wasn't low. There was a separate cabin on the second floor.
Although it was less than a zhang in radius, there was a bed and a table. All kinds of equipment were simple and neat.
Gao Zhengyang sat on the hard wooden bed and relaxed his whole body.
From Swallow Dock to Nanming Sea, and then to the Illusionary Spirit World, he had never really laid down to rest.
This wasn't physical fatigue, but a kind of mental relaxation.
Sitting on the bed, he instinctively wanted to sleep.
"Senior brother will sleep for a while. You go out first." Gao Zhengyang yawned and told Yuan Ming, "Also, don't talk about Senior Brother's matters."
Yuan Ming also knew that he had gone overboard. He hurriedly said, "Senior brother, don't worry. I won't talk. Wasn't I too excited just now? "
"Well, be good. Senior brother will give you candy when he wakes up."
Gao Zhengyang lay down lazily and waved his hand, indicating that Yuan Ming could go out.
Yuan Ming hadn't seen Gao Zhengyang for a long time. He wanted to have a good chat, but seeing the situation, he could only go out feeling wronged.
He muttered, "I've grown up. I don't like candy anymore …"
Leaving the room, Yuan Ming saw Wu Jing standing in the corridor.
Yuan Ming felt guilty and wanted to turn around and leave. But he was stopped by Wu Jing. "Yuan Ming, come over. I have something to ask you. "
"Senior Brother Wu Jing." Without Gao Zhengyang by his side, Yuan Ming was also well-behaved. He obediently walked over to greet and greet.
"Come with me. I have something to ask you." Wu Jing instructed. Without looking at Yuan Ming, he turned around and left.
Yuan Ming had a bitter expression. He obediently followed behind Wu Jing, not even daring to breathe loudly.
Wu Jing brought Yuan Ming down a floor and came to a very spacious martial arts training hall.
The small hall was several zhang in radius. The surroundings were reinforced with formations for people to practice and spar here.
The moment he entered, Yuan Ming's big round face became very long. It was here that Wu Jing used the name of giving pointers to leave him an extremely deep lesson.
Since then, Yuan Ming was in awe of Wu Jing to the bone. Therefore, when Wu Jing suffered a setback today, he was so excited.
He didn't expect that June's debt would be repaid so quickly. In the blink of an eye, Wu Jing came to teach him a lesson.
Yuan Ming was so wronged that he was about to cry. "Senior Brother Wu Jing, this has nothing to do with me."
Yuan Ming thought to himself. If you are so powerful, why don't you go find Senior Brother Wukong? You only know how to vent your anger on me.
Wu Jing smiled gently at Yuan Ming. "Junior Brother, I just want to ask about Wukong."
Yuan Ming's legs trembled. Last time, Wu Jing smiled so gently and then beat him up. It was so painful that he couldn't sleep or eat well for seven or eight days.
"Senior Brother, just ask. I will tell you everything I know."
Yuan Ming squeezed out a smile and sighed in his heart. "Senior Brother Wukong, Junior Brother is sorry."
Wu Jing was still very satisfied with Yuan Ming's attitude. He carefully asked about various things related to Wukong.
She was not that petty to want to take revenge on Gao Zhengyang just because of a few words.
It was mainly because Wukong came suddenly and Wukong was also very mysterious. Even within the Vajra Sect, no one knew about his origin.
This was very strange!
Although the Vajra Sect was big, there were not many disciples of Wukong's level. Wukong was also famous for his poetry and literary talent.
Logically speaking, such a person should be known by everyone in the Vajra Sect.
Wu Jing was very suspicious of Wukong's origin. Especially since Wukong's words were full of rebelliousness, he didn't seem like a disciple of the Vajra Sect.
The Vajra Sect was the most upright and plain sect among the ten Buddhist sects. Cultivation emphasized on one step at a time. It was based on seeking the Dharma with reality. Not to mention enlightenment.
Wu Jing had never seen Wu Jing before, but he knew that Wu Jing entered the Dao with the Vajra Fist. He was a typical expert of the Vajra Sect. For a person like him, the Dharma was deeply rooted in his bones. His every move and every word was in line with the rules. It was impossible for him to teach such an unbridled disciple like Wukong.
Master Huiyuan was meditating on the flying ship while her master Heartless was cultivating a secret technique.
Wu Jing felt that she had to be responsible for the safety of the entire ship. Of course, she was very unconvinced in her heart. For official or private reasons, she wanted to understand Gao Zhengyang's background.
Yuan Ming actually didn't know much. Most of Gao Zhengyang's matters were extremely secretive. For example, learning the Vajra Sutra and so on. It was impossible for Yuan Ming to know these secrets.
He only knew a little about the matters regarding Liu Qingge and Princess Yuzhen. He didn't know anything about what had happened.
Yuan Ming couldn't answer anything. Wu Jing was also somewhat angry. But looking at Yuan Ming's trembling appearance, it didn't seem like he was lying.
"You don't know anything!"
"Senior Brother Wu Jing, I have told you everything I know." Yuan Ming spoke with a sobbing tone. It was as if his tears would spurt out at any moment.
Wu Jing didn't have the slightest bit of sympathy. "You play all day and neglect your cultivation. I will still give you some pointers. "
"Wu …" Yuan Ming's wails quickly turned into painful cries.
After a full half an hour, Yuan Ming was paralyzed on the ground. His body was soft like a boneless worm.
Wu Jing shook his head. "Junior Brother, you have neglected your homework. Remember to diligently cultivate."
The refreshed Wu Jing walked out of the training hall, leaving Yuan Ming sniffling in a low voice.
When Wu Jing walked far away, Yuan Ming sighed and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. He lay on the ground and lamented, "My life is so bitter …"
Yuan Ming had a big heart. He quickly threw away his worries and fell asleep. When he woke up again, it was dark outside the window. He didn't know what time it was.
Yuan Ming wiped his face and ran back to his room. As soon as he entered, he let out two dry howls. "Senior Brother, I was beaten."
Gao Zhengyang also woke up. He said lazily, "You seem to be full of energy. You're fine."
"Don't mention it. That woman Wu Jing is ruthless. She even broke my bones."
Gao Zhengyang turned his head and glanced at Yuan Ming. "You cultivate the Vajra Fist. Your bones and flesh are inevitably stiff. She was kind enough to help you move them."
Yuan Ming had a bitter expression. "I know she meant well, but it hurts too much. I can't take it."
"Then what do you want? Do I beat her up for you?"
"Don't, don't. She's already at the eighth rank. Senior Brother, you're no match for her. We still have to outsmart her. "
Yuan Ming said sneakily, "Senior Brother, write a poem to charm her. Then you can take revenge."
"You little baldy. You've learned bad things."
Gao Zhengyang found it funny. He knocked on Yuan Ming's head with his finger. "Don't think about evil things. Your senior brother is a righteous person. He wouldn't do something like that."
"This peach is for you. It's compensation." Gao Zhengyang took out a Golden Silk Peach and handed it to Yuan Ming.
"A peach? What's so good about it?" Yuan Ming took it and ate it without hesitation.
The Golden Silk Peach was formed from pure Spirit Qi and Essence Qi. It melted in his mouth.
Before Yuan Ming could taste it, the Golden Silk Peach turned into a wave of Spirit Qi and penetrated his organs.
Then, Yuan Ming felt his body expand. It was so full that he was about to explode.
Gao Zhengyang didn't panic. He pointed at Yuan Ming's body. Every time he pointed, the power of his finger penetrated his bones and organs. It melted the powerful and pure Spirit Qi.
With his current martial arts, it was a piece of cake for him to do this.
Yuan Ming, on the other hand, felt numb and sore. It was as if thousands of ants were crawling in his bones. It was indescribably uncomfortable. Even his Divine Palace Martial Soul felt like it was about to be torn apart.
The door opened without any wind. Wu Jing flashed into the room and saw Yuan Ming's body as red as a cooked crab.
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