Updated: 2013-04-07

Seeing that the head teacher of Yeshan was silent, he seemed to be hesitating. The disciples present thought that the exhortation had worked, and their hearts were relieved, and they once again swore in unison.

"We will swear to defend the young master to the death, and ask the chief teacher Xi to take back his life. ”

The roar shook the sky, the crowd was excited, and the loyalty was commendable and praiseworthy.

And at this moment, an inopportune word interjected.

"Hmph, stupid. ”

The door to the ashram behind the disciples opened. Minamoto Yoshiro, who had his hair in a high bun and was dressed in black and wrapped in a thin and withered figure, appeared at the door. Broken eyebrows, high cheekbones, shriveled and ischemic thin lips, and sallow face give people a feeling of being terminally ill, but the eyes burst with a chilling light that makes people dare not look at it directly.

"Who is Your Excellency?" Kuroki Jun came out in a row and said coldly: "Don't you know that eavesdropping on other people's conversations is a taboo in martial arts?" As soon as he spoke, Fujiwara Gang and Kayama outflanked him left and right, and wanted to take down this inconspicuous little old man with a little bit of powerful eyes.

"Stop, don't be presumptuous, this is Master Minamoto Yoshiro. Don't apologize yet!" Noyama shouted loudly. Walking over quickly, standing side by side with Minamoto Yoshiro, under the background of his tall figure in white clothes, his face like a crown moon, and the majesty of his eyes opened and closed, the short and thin Minamoto Yoshiro became more and more inconspicuous, and even a little obscene. The sallow face, with a sick look, seemed to have to be attached to the coffin board at any time. Maybe I'll have to die later.

"What? He's Minamoto Yoshiro? So, that's what he brought the news?"

"He's the master of illusion?"

"How many people, have you seen it? This master is full of ancient style and ancient charm! There is also a bun on the top of the head melon. It's the 90s of the 20th century, so you thought it was the Edo period?"

"It can't be fake, someone is impersonating, right"?

"It's hard to say, a character who can be called a master doesn't have to be imposing, how awesome/coaxing, at least he has to look like a human being......, right? To be honest, I don't think it's very reliable. ”

"Brothers, bet, come, bet. Just bet that this master will never be able to withstand my punch, who will bet with me?"

Talking to each other, buzzing and whispering. But who were the people present? None of them were mediocre, exaggerating, and a needle fell from the ground, and it was very clear to their ears.

It's a shame, it's too embarrassing, is it possible that the disciples of the dignified Beichen Sect are just like this? Let outsiders see the jokes?

Noyama Asaji's face was burning and hot, and he felt panicked, his face was obviously dark, and his anger was surging. raised his eyebrows, and was about to reprimand sharply. Minamoto Yoshiro stopped him with a look. Because there was one of these young people present who did not speak sarcastically and disrespectfully to him.

His eyes stared at Kuroki Shunichi, smiled coldly, and said, "I said that you are stupid, do you disagree with the young master?"

Kuroki Junichi secretly clenched his fists, and his cerebral blood vessels tightened. The muscles of Junlang's face stiffened, he gritted his teeth and lowered his head, "What the seniors taught is that the juniors dare not ...... Not convinced!"

"Hmph, the old man doesn't care if you're convinced or not, he's just expounding a fact, a grim fact that is a matter of life and death. Self-confidence is a good thing, but you can't see the facts clearly, and overconfidence is arrogance, stupid arrogance. If you can't change that. Shunichi Kuroki, then you are the stupidity of stupidity. Ryusuke Kuroki chose you to be the successor of the Fog Hidden Beichen, I think he is blind. ”

Kuroki Shunichi is a young master no matter what, he must respect the elderly, and maintain the most basic politeness when receiving people and things, and he still understands these common sense. Although the other party's words were extremely harsh, he could bear it. But Fukuzawa Xiaozhi and others around him are much worse in this regard. Words come quickly, and you can say whatever comes to mind. It's about doing whatever you want.

The chief teacher was present, and he didn't dare to do it, but if his eyes could kill people. Genyi Yashiro's body had already been pierced by the angry eyes of these dozen or so disciples of the Misty Hidden Beichen.

Passing over Shunichi Kuroki, Minamoto Yoshiro set his sights on Fukuzawa Koshi beside him again. "Are you not convinced?"

Fukuzawa Koshi didn't look at him, but looked at Mr. Noyama Asaji.

"You don't have to look at him, you can say whatever you want. If it's a man, don't hide it like a woman, or say, hehe. Minamoto tilted his head and glanced at him. "You're just a fake man in a man's skin?"

His words can be described as swearing without swearing. In Japan, a strong man is compared to a woman. That is the greatest insult to him. A policeman walks down the street, and if he doesn't like any man, he doesn't have to do anything, just go over, point to the other person's nose and say, "You're a." "The result afterwards is that the other party's guarantee will be charged with assaulting the police.

What's more, Fukuzawa Xiaozhi himself is a short-tempered and impulsive character, and he will ignore his temper when he is hot-blooded. Not to mention the presence of the head teacher, even if the head of the door or the two head teachers who ranked first and second were present, in this case, he couldn't suppress his temper and exploded instantly.

"I just don't accept it! Old man, why are you? Lao Tzu can smash you with one punch!"

"Fukuzawa Xiaozhi, you are presumptuous...... "The white-haired and windless Noyama Asa took half a step forward, slashed straight with his palms, and went straight to the door of Fukuzawa Xiaozhi. Without the slightest conservatism, if this palm is split, Fukuzawa Xiaozhi will definitely end up with broken bones and broken heads. There were exclamations all around, but they couldn't avoid it, and under the hands of the master of the middle stage of dark energy, no one could stop his palm. Kurogi's eyes cracked in a hurry. I only had time to shout in horror: "Noyama-sensei, please be merciful." ”

Before his words fell, Noyama Asaji's palm had already slashed to the point of less than a centimeter from the top door of Fukuzawa Koshi, who was a little dumbfounded. The scorching wind blew his hair flying, and the muscles in his face were tearing and aching, and he felt like he was about to peel off his skull. Seeing that the tragedy of Jiao Xi killing his beloved disciple with his own hands is about to happen. All the disciples who could not be cured closed their eyes almost at the same time.

However, Noyama Asaji's palm didn't go down, and someone made a move.

Minamoto Yoshiro's right hand was cocked just against the joint of his elbows. forced him to stop halfway.

"Wild mountain teaching, please stop for the time being. ”

Noyama Asaji's palm was still covered at the top door of Fukuzawa Xiaozhi, and he was already extremely angry, panting heavily, and said coldly: "Master Yuanyi, what is the use of keeping such a criminal?"

"Teach Yeshan, next, leave it to me, how about your Excellency avoid it for the time being?"

"This ......"

"Don't worry, please forgive the old decay and transgression. ”

At the same time, he gave a look. Noyama Asa comprehended and snorted coldly. Withdrew his palm. Angrily, he turned away.

Although he saved Fukuzawa Xiaozhi, none of the disciples present thanked him. Things all started because of him, and if it weren't for him insulting Fukuzawa Koshi with words, Noyama-sensei wouldn't have done it. Things won't get to this point. Acting as a good old man afterwards, there is a fart!

looked around at the unkind eyes of the disciples. Minamoto Yoshiro looked up at Fukuzawa Koshi. He had to tilt his head because he was too short to reach Fukuzawa Koshi's chest. It's like a monkey looking up at a gorilla.

"The people in the way are gone, aren't you going to smash me? ”

"Fukuzawa Koshi!" Kuroki Shunichi grabbed him and shook his head at him.

Minamoto Yoshiro turned his gaze to Shunichi Kuroki, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his shriveled mouth, "You can too." His gaze swept to all the disciples present. "You can all do it, don't you say I'm a fake? Doesn't it mean that I don't deserve the title of master? Come, come, you go up together, and see if I'm a hypocrisy, or if you're not worthy of your name. ”

"Young Sect Master?" With the example of Fukuzawa Xiaozhi before, even if the disciples present wanted to do it, they had to go up and down in their hearts. But the dry little old man's appearance was beaten. If you don't beat him, it's really uncomfortable!

Kuroki Junyi pressed his hands weakly, temporarily stopping the noise of the disciples. looked at the "Master of Illusion" with a defiant look on his face.

"Seniors, juniors and others are young and knowledgeable, and they have offended you, seniors, and I apologize to you on their behalf. After speaking, he bowed deeply.

Minamoto Yoshiro dodged to the side, dodging his salute. "I don't accept it." ”

"Senior, you?"

"Hmph, my old man's heart is as small as a needle's nose. According to the Chinese language, it is a retribution. Those who offend me must be punished. If you want to apologize, okay. Kneel, kneel. Kowtow to my old man and apologize. ”

"Senior, please...... Don't overdo it. ”

"I'm just going too far, what can you do? kneel, or not?"