Yan Zheng was shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly said: "Senior, I have a ...... about this matter."

However, as soon as he was halfway through his words, Nangong Wushi raised his hand and slapped him in the face.

Syllable......

This palm was extremely fast, and Yan Zheng didn't have time to react at all, so he took a solid hit.

Suddenly, his cheeks quickly became red and swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye, and at the same time, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Yan Zheng never expected that Nangong Wushi would be so domineering in doing things, and he didn't give himself a chance to explain at all.

Covering his swollen old cheeks, Yan Zheng said with gloomy eyes: "Senior, are you bullying the small with the big?"

"What can you do with Lao Tzu by bullying the small?" Nangong Wushi glanced at him coldly, and said in a disdainful tone:

"When you beat my grandson, didn't you just bully the small with the big? Isn't it only allowed for you Shaolin people to bully the small with the big, so don't you allow me Nangong Wushi to do this?"

Yanzheng was stunned for a moment.

In terms of seniority, as the chief disciple of the Discipline Academy, he is indeed a generation higher than Nangong Qiyu.

said that he bullied the small with the big, but naturally he did not wronged him.

"Hmph!" Nangong Wushi snorted coldly and continued, "I slapped this for my grandson. Even if he has a thousand mistakes, it will not be your turn as an outsider to teach him a lesson. Do you accept it or not?"

Looking at the domineering Nangong Wushi, Yan Zheng's eyes were lowered, and his fists under the monk's robe were clenched together, trembling slightly.

His heart was full of unwillingness, full of disobedience.

But he had to bow his head.

"I, suit. ”

Of course, Nangong Wushi saw the unwillingness in his heart, but he didn't take it to heart, but looked at him with a cold face and said:

Today, I see that you are a junior, so I will spare you once. But if there is a next time, then don't blame the old man for being ruthless and not giving your master face. ”

Although Yan Zheng was extremely resentful in his heart, he didn't dare to make a mistake at all, he just suppressed his anger as much as possible, and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "The lesson of the seniors to the younger generations today, Yan Zheng must remember it in his heart." ”

"Remembered?" Nangong Wushi patted him on the shoulder, almost making him kneel on the ground.

"The old man is telling you a thing or two, you have to remember, don't be so arrogant in the future, otherwise you don't know how to die. ”

Yan Zheng's brows jumped slightly, and he responded in a low voice: "The teachings of the seniors are unforgettable for the younger generations. ”

"Just remember, why don't you let me go now?" Nangong Wushi waved his hand and unceremoniously ordered the expulsion.

Yan Zheng took a deep look at Nangong Wushi, and then walked silently to the outside of the manor.

It wasn't until his back disappeared in his eyes that Nangong Jingyang asked in surprise: "Dad, with your old temper, why did you let him go so easily?"

He knew his old man's temper, but he didn't expect to just give Yanzheng a slap in the face, and he hadn't done any substantial damage, which was very inconsistent with his character!

Nangong Wushi glared at him and sneered: "Don't let it go, if you don't let it go, can't you still keep it for dinner?"

With that, his gaze looked at the wall in the corner of the manor.

I saw a monk in a gray monk's robe standing on it, and after seeing Nangong Wushi's eyes staring at this side, the monk bowed to him, and after muttering a word of Amitabha Buddha in his mouth, the figure slowly dissipated in place, as if it had never appeared.

Seeing this scene, Nangong Jingyang was extremely shocked in his heart, because he couldn't see how the monk disappeared at all.

"Dad, who is that person?" Nangong Jingyang hurriedly turned his head to look at his father and asked.

Nangong Wushi said lightly: "When the genius disciples of every sect travel, they will be guarded by a protector, especially a demon of Yanzheng's level, and his protector is not an ordinary person. ”

"Protector?" Nangong Jingyang's face flashed with shock.

Nangong Wushi nodded: "Yes, a protector whose cultivation is not a little weaker than me." ”

Nangong Jingyang asked hesitantly, "Then why didn't he come out to help Yanzheng when you made a move just now?"

Nangong Wushi's eyes flashed slightly, and then he shook his head slightly: "Yanzheng is too arrogant, it doesn't hurt for me to teach you a lesson." But if I do kill him, he'll definitely stop it. ”

"And he also expected that I wouldn't really make a move, so he didn't show up. But just now I let you see it, and it's just a warning. After all, these monks also want to save face. ”

Nangong Jingyang nodded lightly, and muttered to himself: "It seems that Yanzheng is very favored by Shaolin, otherwise he would not be guarded by such a master." ”

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, giving birth to a sense of powerlessness.

A person who is not weaker than Nangong Wucheng's cultivation is actually Yanzheng's protector.

A glimpse of the whole leopard shows how strong Shaolin's heritage is.

Nangong Wushi glanced at Nangong Jingyang, patted him lightly on the shoulder, and said in a comforting tone:

"Jingyang, I know that you are bent on reorganizing the Nangong family, but if you want to reach an alliance with Shaolin or use it, you will unconsciously seek the skin of the tiger, and we will suffer in the end. ”

"This is definitely not a wise choice! Shaolin is not the Shaolin of the past. If the anger is too heavy, it is better to stay away. ”

Nangong Jingyang nodded with a somewhat bitter face: "Dad, I understand, but I have no other way but to choose to rely on their strength." ”

Nangong Wushi waved his hand, looked at him with burning eyes, and said earnestly: "At the moment, except for me and your third uncle, there are really no one in our family who can do it, and what really depends on your generation is your generation." ”

"You remember, all external forces are not as strong as your own, and the world still needs to speak on its own strength in the end. If you don't have enough strength, you will be beaten, I hope you can understand. ”

Nangong Jingyang's pupils shrank slightly, and he nodded heavily: "Dad, I know, from today onwards, I will concentrate on cultivation and strive to break through to the extreme realm as soon as possible." ”

Today, under the stimulation of Yanzheng, Nangong Jingyang, who is self-defeating, can be regarded as completely understanding the truth that striking iron still needs its own hardness.

What a conspiracy, what a trick, it's really not as good as its own strength.

With great strength, any conspiracy and trickery in the face of absolute power is all in vain.

Nangong Wushi nodded with satisfaction and said, "It's good to understand, it's good to understand." You take Qiyu down to heal first, and then come to my study. ”

"Yes!" Nangong Jingyang responded, and then went to take Nangong Qiyu who was unconscious on the side.

And at this moment, Yan Zheng was standing outside the Nangong family, the anger in his eyes seemed to burn everything, and the fists under the monk's robe were even more clenched.

Since he learned art, where has he not been admired and respected?

I didn't expect to plant such a big heel fight in the Nangong family today.

Even made him dare not raise the idea of fighting back, how could he accept this pair of self-esteem.