Shen Qingqiu dared to conclude that if he were to wash his hands and leave now, Qing Jing Peak would definitely suffer a great loss. It should be known that this Young Palace Mistress was so domineering that there was no one in the world that she didn't dare to hit except Luo Binghe. Being injured and crippled was a common occurrence!
Shen Qingqiu was rapidly thinking about how to give the Young Palace Mistress some face without causing more bloodshed and without exposing his whereabouts. Suddenly, he noticed that among the group of Huan Hua Palace disciples, there was one person who was behaving strangely. Something was very wrong.
These two sounds were much louder and crisper than when she tried to slap Ning Yingying.
Shen Qingqiu decided to "borrow" someone else's clothes to wear. Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished 'borrowing', he flipped over the eaves and landed on the ground. When he turned around, he saw several people staring at him.
Shen Qingqiu jumped down from the bare wooden stool and subconsciously touched his body. At least his clothes were still there.
Ning Yingying was stunned for a long time as if she had been beaten silly. Only then did she finally react. Half of her face was red and the other half was pale. She was angry and tearful as she waved her sword to counterattack. She had been humiliated because of her soft-heartedness just now, but this time, she did not show any mercy.
Even though many cultivators pretended not to wear their sect's uniform and pretended to be ordinary people, just by sitting at a roadside stall, their posture was completely different from ordinary people. Shen Qingqiu felt that he couldn't go on like this, so he simply found a corner, painted his face yellow, and stuck a few moustaches on. When everything was ready, he slowly returned to the street.
The first floor of the tavern was clearly divided into two camps.
Who the f * ck are you to teach my disciple in my place?!
Looking up at the sky, the clouds were thin and soft, as if they were gradually dispersing. If there were no accidents, noon today would be the best time.
Lowering his head again, he saw a slender snow-white figure flash past the crowd in front of him. It was fast and light, and his side profile was handsome.
Looking at the situation, after he left, something must have happened to Huan Hua Palace. Moreover, the old and new grudges were all placed on his head.
Although Shen Qingqiu wanted to go find Liu Qingge, he saw that the atmosphere wasn't right. After a second of hesitation, he was still afraid that the Qing Jing Peak disciples would be at a disadvantage, so he stayed behind for the time being. He flashed to the side and watched.
However, although his clothes were intact, he didn't really want to wear them. But when he wore it, he felt like it would be torn off at any time!
Shen Qingqiu was shocked.
Sure enough, it was a standard line. But why talk about enforcing justice on behalf of the heavens? Didn't they agree yesterday that it was for the Huan Hua Palace's bounty? What's the point of saying one thing in front of others and another behind their backs?
Both groups of people had seen Ning Yingying waving her arms, slapping the Young Palace Mistress twice on the face, and at this time they simultaneously stopped fighting.
Fuck!!!
Shen Qingqiu noticed him because his face was one color, his neck was another, and his left and right hands were two different colors. Moreover, in this kind of environment where everyone was excited and hot-headed, he didn't draw his sword or shout to kill, nor did he glare angrily at each other. He only kept his head buried in the middle of the Huan Hua Palace disciples, like a pickpocket waiting for an opportunity to steal.
This voice was delicate, crisp, and very familiar. Shen Qingqiu couldn't help but stop in his tracks, his gaze drawn to it. Then, there was a series of loud bangs, which attracted the attention of the passersby.
Shen Qingqiu broke out in a cold sweat, thinking to himself, what virtue or ability does this Shen have?
After all, the Young Palace Mistress was the beloved daughter of the Old Palace Mistress. She had been taught hands-on kung fu, and her weapon was also extraordinary. The whip was swift and fierce. And Ning Yingying, as the little apprentice sister doted on by the entire Qing Jing Peak, rarely encountered dangerous situations. She had almost no actual combat experience, and her sword swung left and right, faintly unable to withstand. Ming Fan wanted to help, but he couldn't insert himself into the circle of the fine iron whip and could only worry helplessly. Seeing this, Shen Qingqiu casually plucked a green leaf from the vase at his feet and flew it out.
He was in a bad mood. After pasting it, he leisurely made a "tearing" motion.
Seeing that the fight had finally begun, the customers who were originally sitting in the wine shop quickly withdrew. When they passed by Shen Qingqiu, their faces were unexpectedly calm and unperturbed. It seemed that the people of Hua Yue City were already used to this kind of scene. The waiter even skillfully pasted a bill on the pillar before coming out.
His voice was full of resentment. The girl who spoke earlier immediately retorted, "Shizun is definitely not the kind of person who would do such a thing. Don't slander him!"
Shen Qingqiu stared at that person for two seconds. His heart thumped, and he secretly cursed.
On one side, Ming Fan and Ning Yingying were in the lead. The Qing Jing Peak disciples behind them all looked unkind. On the other side, the Young Palace Mistress stood with her hands on her hips, coldly frowning. The Huan Hua Palace disciples behind her had already drawn their weapons, and their eyes were even more resentful.
At the same time, the ominous clouds in his heart grew thicker.
In the past, the Qing Jing Peak disciples were all yes-men in front of him, not even daring to fart. They didn't dare to walk the dogs when he told them to feed the chickens, and they didn't dare to cook porridge when he told them to.
Seeing that Ning Yingying's beautiful face had been beaten asymmetrically, one side swollen and the other flat, very ugly, the Young Palace Mistress vented her anger and was extremely proud. She rubbed her wrist, raised her chin, and smiled. "If your shizun doesn't know how to teach you, then let this Palace Mistress teach you. First of all, people should know their limits when they speak. "
By the way, what kind of thing is the Ba Qi Sect? I've never heard of it!
With a slap, Ning Yingying covered her face and turned to the side.
Her voice was delicate, and Shen Qingqiu was dumbfounded. How could the naive and silly Yingying be so good at tearing? Why was this Young Palace Mistress like an animal in a cage that wasn't properly tied up, biting anyone she saw?
Damn, I changed to a new whip!
The soft green leaf was filled with spiritual power, and when it collided with the fine iron whip, it actually produced an ear-piercing sound of metal hitting stone. The Young Palace Mistress didn't see anything strange. She only felt the web between her thumb and forefinger go numb, and the whip flew out of her hand.
Ming Fan fought with the other people, turning his head and howling at the top of his lungs, "Little Shimei! Shimei, how are you? "
Two young girls, one with a delicate appearance and the other with a beautiful face, stood facing each other. Even though the air was full of crackling and burning sparks, the scene was still very pleasing to the eye.
Inexplicably, a person came in, and both sides were startled. Ning Yingying was afraid of hurting the innocent, so she hesitated slightly. The Young Palace Mistress didn't care so much. She picked up the whip and continued to fight. Shen Qingqiu chased the old cat all over the hall, shouting the name he had given it at the last minute. In the midst of the melee, Ning Yingying was clearly restrained and didn't dare to make a move, but she always felt her elbow being grabbed, and her shoulder being pushed. Her long sword almost didn't need her to control it, and it danced with silver light. Suddenly, there were two "pa pa" sounds. The Young Palace Mistress covered her face, stunned like a wooden chicken.
Ming Fan pulled out his sword and roared, "Slut! You've gone too far! Let's fight them! "
In Shen Qingqiu's knowledge, there was only one kind of person who would behave like this.
This time, Ming Fan couldn't take it anymore. He threw down his chopsticks and sneered, "Don't think we're afraid of you just because you're the Old Palace Master's daughter. In any case, you're just a little girl who relies on her father. You don't have any seniority or cultivation, but your ability to pester endlessly is first-rate. Shrew? I don't think anyone here is more shrew than you. Huan Hua Palace's face is going to be lost because of you! "
At this time, another young girl snorted and said, "What, you dare to do it and you don't allow people to talk about it? It's no wonder that Cang Qiong Mountain Sect produced a scum like Shen Qingqiu. The whole sect, especially Qing Jing Peak, is naturally anxious to cover up for themselves. Hmph, unfortunately, what kind of thing is he? Everyone in the world has their own conclusions. You think you can cover it up?! "
"Senior brother, I'm sorry! But I can't control my hands! "
In the next moment, those disciples discovered that their bodies didn't listen to their commands and moved on their own.
Thugs are coming! Shen Qingqiu's eyes lit up. He was about to chase after them when suddenly, from the side of the wine shop, a tender voice shouted, "What filthy mouth are you talking about?!"
The Young Palace Mistress was so angry that her face turned white. In addition, she had heard from Qin Wanyue that this enchanting and soft little woman in front of her and Luo Binghe were fellow disciples of the same sect for many years. They were childhood sweethearts, and the two of them were innocent. For a moment, jealousy and hatred mixed together. Suddenly, she raised her hand and a black shadow, like a poisonous snake, slithered out of her sleeve.
The Young Palace Mistress flew into a rage. To tell the truth, Shen Qingqiu felt that she was always angry. "According to you, our Huan Hua Palace only has ourselves to blame?! Good, good, good. Cang Qiong Mountain Sect is really amazing. Domineering and arrogant. Not only did you not apologize, but you also dared to behave atrociously in front of the victim! With this kind of virtue, you actually have the face to call yourself the number one sect in the world? How preposterous! "
Shen Qingqiu saw an old cat lazily basking in the sun and licking its fur. He picked it up and threw it into the wine shop. The old cat was startled and screamed. It scuttled back and forth between the two groups. Shen Qingqiu lowered his head and followed it. With a swish, he inserted himself into the circle of battle.
After walking a few steps in the city, Shen Qingqiu discovered that there were many people pouring into Huayue City because of the wanted order.
Shen Qingqiu dusted off his new set of plain white clothes and walked forward without looking back.
The reason for the fight was actually not the male lead, but him?
The Qing Jing Peak disciples couldn't bear it any longer. Their little junior sister was beaten, how could they bear it?! At this time, they shouted together and unsheathed their swords, the light shining from their swords.
Ming Fan's voice also came out: "We are polite to you because of the Old Palace Master, you should also speak politely!"
Ning Yingying also stared blankly. She originally wanted to raise her sword to meet it, but seeing that the Young Palace Master didn't have a weapon to block, she was afraid that she would really stab her, so she quickly withdrew her hand. The Young Palace Master didn't let it go. Her reaction was extremely fast. After the weapon left her hand, she turned the strength of her arm into a slap.
Who else but Ning Yingying could speak up for him like this right now?
"Aren't you also tearing at me?!"
Enemies on a narrow road. It was the disciples from the miscellaneous sects he met last night when he wandered the streets. He didn't say a word, but the leader of the other side immediately drew his weapon and shouted fiercely: "Shen Qingqiu, you really are in this city! Today, let my Ba Qi Sect disciples enforce justice on behalf of the heavens! "
The Young Palace Master snorted: "Not that kind of person? Then tell me! Why did he abscond to avoid punishment? And he … he … he still did that kind of thing! "As she spoke, she gritted her teeth, her eyes red. Ning Yingying retorted sarcastically: "Shizun wasn't convicted in the first place. How is this considered absconding to avoid punishment? Besides, there's still no conclusion as to who did it. Our Cang Qiong Mountain Sect still hasn't blamed your Huan Hua Palace for being gullible and suspicious, unable to distinguish right from wrong, insisting on locking up our Qing Jing Peak Lord in the water prison. If it weren't for that, things wouldn't have gotten to this point! "
Luo Binghe's backyard was on fire again — no, even the Qing Jing Peak disciples had come, and they'd bumped into Huan Hua Palace. This was really called enemies on a narrow road.
This time, it probably wouldn't be so easy to get away.
"Why are you tearing at my clothes?!"
The Young Palace Master couldn't dodge in time, and a few drops of tea splashed onto the edge of her skirt. She screamed: "You? You shrew! "
Ning Yingying said again: "My Qing Jing Peak has always been respectful, and Shizun has taught us well. We won't argue with ignorant children, so we let you come here. Are you done cursing? If you're done, leave quickly. Don't disturb our meal. I can't eat when I see you! "She picked up a bowl of tea from the table and splashed it at the other side's feet.
Shen Qingqiu couldn't be bothered to tangle with them. A few freshly made talismans were thrown out, and on the spot, one was stuck to each person's forehead. Their limbs stiffened, and they didn't even have the chance to block.
Looking at the five finger marks on Ning Yingying's face, and her cheek was half swollen, Shen Qingqiu's heart ached to death.
Ning Yingying curled her lips and said: "Cang Qiong Mountain Sect has always been recognized as the number one sect in the world. Whether you admit it or not, it doesn't matter. Besides, who was the one who acted atrociously in front of us first? Our Qing Jing Peak was eating happily in this restaurant, but you were the one who started cursing as soon as you came up. One moment, you said that you wanted our entire Qing Jing Peak to kneel and kowtow to you to apologize, and the next moment, you said that you wanted our entire Cang Qiong Mountain Sect to be buried with you — in the end, who was it that was so unreasonable? Huayue City isn't your Huan Hua Palace's back garden, or is it that the whole world belongs to you? "
At first glance, that disciple looked very ordinary. Mixed in with a group of Huan Hua Palace disciples, he cowered and avoided eye contact.
You dare to hit a disciple that I haven't even hit before?!
Liu Qingge!
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