Chapter 117 The secret of Shi Jian’s golden body (please subscribe) Mei Shiyu ignored his sarcasm 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, harsh, and mean. Although it is not as obvious in reality as in the movie, it is essentially the same. He speaks sarcastically: "It's not that I want to be angry, it's because some people do." It’s really too much. To be so strong and domineering, those who know are following orders from senior brother, but those who don’t know think they are following orders from the master.” With the ridicule on his face, Mei Shiyu finally couldn't stand it any longer: "Brother, be kind to your mouth." Slamming the table with his eyes, he scolded: "It would be immoral to speak out about what you have done? If you say so, wouldn't your current behavior be immoral?" “You’re so messy!” A trace of anger flashed across Mei Shiyu’s face, and he waved behind him: “Take Qianhe and Xu Jiping away.” "Snapped!" As soon as he finished speaking, before the people behind Mei Shiyu could take action, a teacup suddenly flew over and hit him hard, breaking into pieces. Mei Shiyu only 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, when the water is clear, there are no fish. Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. Lao 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? "Ha ha ha ha ha…" Mei Shiyu looked down at the tea stains on the Taoist robe and clenched his fists: "The younger generation is to be feared!" Qin Yao: "Uncle, are you not hurt? Your face looks so ugly." Mei Shiyu drew out the two swords from his back with a clanging sound and threw them in Qin Yao's direction, striking decisively and fiercely. ification. . The two swords flew towards him. Qin Yao remained motionless. He lifted up the stone table with his eyes and hit one of his swords. Qianhe drew out his long sword and slashed away with one 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: "Senior brother, don't rush to blame me. Just like this nephew, my hands just slipped." Without blinking an eye, Qin Yao even laughed out loud. He turned around, picked up the stone table that had been overturned by his eyes, and walked forward step by step.
Across from him, 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 is used to being arrogant and domineering, and he can do anything when he is angry. Shi Shaojian himself was already ferocious and evil enough, but his results were 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 raise the solid stone table in his hand, the old master, dressed in red robes and holding a snow-white whisk in his hand, seemed to pass by. Here, he turned around and asked. “Ahem.” Qin Yao placed the stone table in front of Mei Shiyu with a bang, faced the headmaster 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 saw your fierce look just now, I thought you were going to hit someone..." "Meet the leader." At this time, all the Taoist priests who came back to their senses 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'm an honest person who abides by the sect's rules, and I can't get into fights." Chen Qingyan blinked. Abide by the house rules? Honest man? Alright. Regardless of 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 between the same sect." Qin Yao 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 he was going to or where he was going, and he didn't even mention a word about Shi Jian. However, Mei Shiyu 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 their leaving figures. “No matter how powerful you are, you are not as powerful as you.” Chen Qingyan glanced at him and turned around: “Follow me.” Chin Yao: “???” What the hell? What should I do with you? We don’t know each other very well... "Why are you stunned? Why don't you hurry up and catch up with the leader." He pushed Qin Yao with his eyes and said in a low voice. 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 head 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 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 leader laughed dumbly and waved his hand: "However, this is only one aspect of it."
Qin Yao pursed his lips and looked like he was listening: "Please give me some advice, Master." “Although it is not the end of the Dharma era, it is an indisputable fact that practice is difficult. Among the people in Waimao, among your master’s generation, the only one who can resist the banner is Shi Jian.” The old head said calmly: "This is also the main reason why I, and many of the ancestors in Nei Mao, knew he had a problem, but still tolerated it. When one’s status reaches a certain height, what one sees is no longer purely personal interests, but the overall situation. It doesn't matter whether it's good or bad. What matters is whether the advantages outweigh the disadvantages or the disadvantages outweigh the advantages. The former is still tolerable. If it is 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 listening to the old boss, he realized that his idea was still a bit one-sided. “Human beings are always fighting. They are fighting with heaven, fighting with earth, and 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 and thinner, the struggle among the monks in the world is becoming more and more fierce. Fights within the same sect are also restricted by division commanders. The struggle between different sects is like a war. If you can't be better than Shi Jian, if you can't carry the banner of Waimao, you will never be able to defeat Shi Jian in the true sense... Do you understand what I mean, Qin Yao. " (End of this chapter)