Monk is also called cultivator, is a general term, and further down, there are some complex classifications, for example, Li Baifeng is actually a Qi refiner of Taoism, and Zhao Shuo is a semi-individual cultivator, these branches have their own names, there is no same standard, they are simply called monks together, but it is also convenient. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Monks are also human beings, although they become immortals when they cultivate to a certain extent, they can't escape the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao, the seven emotions and six desires, so contradictions and conflicts are always unavoidable.

But after all, everyone is a cultivator, what they cultivate is the truth, what they seek is the Tao, and when they encounter contradictions, they can't always be like a group of hooligans, scolding vulgar words in their mouths, carrying stools and legs, beer bottles, you come and go, and I will break the blood on your head.

It's not appropriate.

At least you have to say a few words lightly, and then start beating you to the death.

It's called magnanimity.

"What do you mean by this, but you want to ask us for an explanation?" Fang Chuang smiled happily as if he had heard something interesting.

The people next to him showed anger when they heard this, leaned forward, and faint mana fluctuations appeared on their bodies, and a mountain rain was about to come, and the momentum of the wind filling the building came to their faces.

There are not many of these people, but most of them have entered the middle stage of Qi refining, and even there are a few monks in the later stage, almost all the backbone of the Taihang Youth Association, if it weren't for the banner of Chonghou Hu, Fang Chuang alone would not be able to mobilize so many people, even if he was the vice president.

Li Baifeng straightened his body and met this momentum head-on, without retreating. Be as proud as he is, and be serious in front of such a formation.

"Naturally, your association is like a swarm of locusts, and without asking the reason, they call friends and friends, and come to me in pairs to find trouble, buzzing and upsetting people."

He sneered, not caring how the other party would react when he heard the metaphor.

The anger on everyone's faces was even stronger, and a few grumpy ones had already pinched the seal, ready to cast a spell on the spot, and give this guy who spoke wildly a bright lesson.

Fang Chuang raised his hand, signaled the person behind him to stop, and then chuckled:

"Since just now, I have admired your composure and optimism, but this is not a reason for you to continue to mess around here, the matter now is very simple, you killed the vice president of our association, Chongzhen, by despicable means, and we are going to come to you to ask for an explanation, this is the truth."

"Want to say? Okay, turn on the legal channel of the TV and lock in the 'Today's Statement' at 9 o'clock every night, there is a saying. A hint of sneer appeared on the corner of Li Baifeng's mouth, and without waiting for the other party to attack, he said again: "You keep saying that I killed Chongzhen, but it seems that you are stating some facts." Even the principal gave me seven days to find out the real culprit, and you were sure it was me? ”

"Principal" is a profession that can refer to many people, but in Chaoge, there are only two people who call "principal".

The prince of the Great Shang, the president of Chaoge University, and the giant of the Returning Realm, Yin Xin.

Saying these two words from Li Baifeng's mouth, naturally they had a different weight from the previous words, and everyone's momentum was obviously weak, and their eyes flickered a little.

Fang Chuang shook his head unmoved: "I naturally know that you relied on your own teacher, making it difficult for the principal to make a direct decision, so you were given seven days." The principal is benevolent, and I am afraid of your teacher, but I am not afraid of the monk! Your master is powerful in Yuyuan, can you still oppose the entire Taihang sect of my sect? ”

He skillfully avoided Li Baifeng's heart-wrenching words, and quietly moved Yin Xin away, and then reminded everyone behind him that Li Baifeng's master gate was far away in Yuyuan, and his hand couldn't reach Taihang at all, and there was almost the entire Taihang sect standing behind him, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

That's a beautiful thing to say.

Everyone's eyes became firm, and they regained their original intentions - subduing Li Baifeng, befriending Beibohou, and playing the prestige of the Taihang Youth Association, so that people know that the people of the Taihang Youth Association don't just kill if they say they want to kill, and there is nothing to do after they are killed.

As for who dies and who kills - these are not as important as they seem.

"So what?"

Li Baifeng didn't explain again, but asked directly.

"Now let's take care of it, let's abolish your dantian qi sea, and then take it to Bei Bohou's side, and Lord Bei Bohou will deal with you." Fang Chuang's eyes flashed with coldness, and he said seriously.

"What about you? Think so too? ”

Li Baifeng looked at the people behind Fang Chuang's face unchanged and asked lightly. There was neither anger nor horror, as if these words did not stir up the slightest ripple in his heart.

No one spoke, but the firmness and hostility on their faces answered the question.

……

Disputes are everywhere.

- Yulong.

At that time, on Huihong Mountain, Uncle Eighth stood on the top of the mountain, with his hands behind his back, and slowly said this sentence, at that time, her eyes were cast on a far distance, about seven or eight hundred meters away. The cold mountain wind blew her long black hair that was almost hanging on the ground, and the lilac palace dress was hunting, and the whole person looked vicissitudes.

The kind that sees through the world.

The young Li Baifeng squatted on the ground and looked up at the back of the Eighth Uncle, he didn't understand and couldn't see any vicissitudes, but he didn't quite understand what the Eighth Uncle was standing on the top of the mountain to blow the wind on this not warm day. He twitched his snot, withdrew his gaze, and continued to poke a broken branch around the ground, beginning to think about something more important.

For example, when will he be able to go back for dinner, such as what dinner will be, and whether Mo Han will be noisy again to use his bowl.

"Ugh." Thinking of this, he couldn't help but let out a sigh.

Small children are such a nuisance.

Some ginkgo leaves were swept up by the mountain wind, whirling around him, and the young figure looked a little vicissitudes.

The eighth uncle turned around and said with a sigh:

"There are only two ways to settle disputes, reasonable and unreasonable. Normally, we choose to be reasonable, if the other person doesn't want to reason with you, or you don't want to reason today......"

Eighth Uncle raised his head high, slightly arrogant.

"Then you can be unreasonable."

"What's going on?" Li Baifeng heard it in the clouds, and accidentally broke the branch in his hand with a "click".

"Talk about strength."

……

Li Baifeng silently looked at the group of menacing Youth Association monks in front of him, and suddenly thought of this matter.

Recently, he has encountered a lot of troubles, or has been found by a lot of troubles, and he has some anger in his heart, some of which have dissipated, and some of which have not yet been found.

So he doesn't want to be reasonable anymore today. (To be continued.) )