The good-looking mountain lord was dressed in a white robe, his hands were clasped in his sleeves, and he looked at the young man in brocade who was lying on the ground with a smile, and then he was smashed by the pressure of ten thousand catties on his body.

"I said, otherwise I won't compare, you admit defeat, apologize, even if this matter is over, turn the page, it just so happens that today's Sanqing Mountain Opening Ceremony, we don't want to make a big deal, isn't this also afraid that your father's face can't hang it." ”

Yuqi lay on the ground, trying his best, but he couldn't move a bit, the blind boy who appeared behind him with a round of Tai Chi Yin and Yang Law was really weird, he looked about the same age as himself, and looked at the Yin Yang Law that exuded a glow and seemed to be somewhat similar to that Taoist, could it be that it was not the mud legs in the alley, but the monks up and down the mountain?

Yuqi finally had to compromise and whispered, "You let me go first." "This Laoshizi is really tiring and laborious, and he is also the only son of the Yushuhuai Sect Master, the master of Yuping Mountain, so he was pressed to the ground like this, and he started to make fat others see the joke.

The good-looking mountain lord turned a deaf ear and said: "You admit defeat first, and I will let you go, otherwise you kid will not admit it after a while, it won't work." ”

Yuqi's mouth was crunched with silver teeth, this mud leg brain is quite good, I originally planned to talk cruelly to each other after getting up, pull out my legs and run, and go to my father to teach this kid a good lesson, but now it is a mistake. Once you admit defeat, it will be difficult to bite back, and there will be no way for your short-term dad to come.

Yuqi was angry, and said three good words in a row, his voice was euphemistic and low, making people feel that he was really convinced, and Dao Yuan withdrew the yin and yang law behind him, and the ten thousand catties of coercion that pressed on the brocade boy disappeared in an instant.

As soon as the pressure disappeared, Yuqi lay on the ground and breathed a sigh of relief, supported the ground with both hands, and slowly stood up, dressed in brocade clothes covered with dust, as well as the gravel slag of the bluestone floor, which was quite embarrassing. The young man's left hand covered the painful little body that was separated by the fragments of the bluestone floor, and his right hand pointed vigorously at the blind mud retreat in front of him, and just wanted to speak, when the neighbors under the mountain fought unsuccessfully and said cruel words to each other, the good-looking mountain lord in a white robe opened his eyes, and leaned forward slightly, as if to say, haven't you laid down enough?

The indignant Yuqi was really angry, so he had to put down his fingers. He yelled at the monks who were watching around him, "Look at everything, let's find a beating." ”

Some of the juniors around the monks felt that Yuqi's words were a bit of a mistake, and there was no one in their eyes, and they wanted to make a move, but they were stopped by the elders who felt that more things were better than less, and the onlookers scattered away, and when they left, they took a few more glances at the white-robed young man.

In the meantime, the good-looking mountain lord wearing a gold-rimmed white robe and cloak, holding the petite and lovely nine-tailed white fox in his arms, nodded at the Yuqi boy, and was about to turn around and go back to the mountain.

But Yuqi, a lifeless little bastard, actually yelled at the white-robed young man: "If you have the guts, you can come with me, I can't beat you, but there are people in my family who can beat you, dare not come with me." "Yuqi thought in his heart, I can't beat you, so can my father still beat you, typical of the psychology of the second ancestor.

Dao Yuan didn't have the heart to accompany him to spend it, he still had some mountain matters that he was not prepared for, this time he was also looking for the white fox, he heard some movement on the trail down the mountain, and came down to see if the white fox was here, but he didn't expect it to be true, he wanted to find the white fox and leave, but he met such a master who haunted people and didn't want to die.

The white-robed young man ignored this, his steps were unwavering, and he walked up the stairs along the mountain path, completely ignoring a certain young master who was about to breathe behind him.

The young man's figure disappeared at the bend of the mountain path, and Yuqi wanted to catch up, but when he lifted his true qi slightly, the small world in his body was surging with true qi, and his whole body was in pain.

Yuqi stood in place with his waist covered, and an old man wearing a butler's costume ran behind him, and the housekeeper shouted as he ran: "Young master, young master......"

Yuqi turned his head suddenly, his face was shocked, he ran out secretly, how could he be found again, and he immediately raised his steps and wanted to run, but as soon as he moved his calves, the pain around his body was unbearable, his teeth were grinning, and he couldn't move an inch.

The old housekeeper came to Yuqi's side panting, and when he saw this posture, he first asked, it was nothing more than how some clothes were dirty, how they were injured, who was bullied, and how they ......

Yuqi waved his hand, not wanting to speak, just beckoning the old butler to Fu Bo and helping himself to go back. After all, he was instantly crushed by a teenager who seemed to be almost the same age as himself, and there was always something unbearable on his face when he said it.

The old housekeeper who was called Fubo didn't ask much, he had followed the father and son for many years, what to ask and what not to ask, the old man still knew in his heart.

After that, Fu Bo helped Yuqi limp down the mountain road towards the nearest inn at the bottom of the mountain, and soon arrived outside the inn.

This inn as the only inn at the junction of Sanqing Mountain and Zangfeng Mountain, usually the caravan is late in the past, it is not suitable to hurry, they are all resting here, every day the business is also tepid, but today is different, today's inn business can be described as hot, the small two figures in the store run up and down the floor to greet each other, the guest room is full, the reason is nothing else, a few days later is the opening ceremony of Sanqing Mountain, now live in the store of the visitors monk majority, but there are also some people who dislike the noise on the mountain, deliberately stay here to live, just wait for the day of the ceremony to go up the mountain to watch the ceremony。

Yushuhuai is such a person.

He usually has to study the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting on the mountain every day, and he is naturally not lazy when he arrives here, but there is only one thing that makes him upset, he wanted to bring his own doll like a demon king to this side to watch the ceremony and see the world, but he didn't expect that he was alone and took advantage of everyone's inattention, and slipped away, so he had to send the old housekeeper Fu Bo who came with him to find it in person, and let those guards go to find him a little uneasy.

Yu Shuhuai sat in front of the desk in the window of this good room in this inn at the foot of the mountain, holding a brush with ink in his hand, and placed this long piece of paper on the table in front of him.

Yushuhuai raised his eyes and looked out of the window, his son slipped out, and now most of the people who came to watch the ceremony were many mountain forces in Qingzhou, among which there were also some people who went off the rails.

The thoughtful Yushuhuai really couldn't draw, so he put the brush aside, turned around and prepared to open the door and go out, intending to look for it himself. But as soon as he opened the door, he bumped into his own son. Yuqi, who had just been bullied, cried when he saw his father, hugging Yushuhuai as if he hadn't seen him for many years.

Yu Shuhuai, who was a little confused, had to ask Fu Bo what was going on while comforting his own kid, and Fu Bo only said that he guessed that the young master might have been beaten.

Yu Shuhuai, who didn't know whether to laugh or be angry for a while, said: "No, Qi'er, don't cry first, sit down, and talk to your father about what's going on." ”

Yuqi, who was helped by Yushuhuai to sit on a chair in the room, bounced up in pain as soon as his buttocks touched the chair, shouting that it hurt, and the true qi in Yushuhuai's hands flowed, covering his son, Yuqi's injuries miraculously disappeared, and he recovered as before, just some skin injuries.

Yuqi, who was healed from his injuries and was alive again, said: "Dad, you have to make the decision for me, that kid is too bullying, you have to beat him up for me." ”

Yu Shuhuai said: "You tell me what is going on first, and then Dad decides whether to avenge you." ”

Yuqi said: "It's that I slipped away to play under Sanqing Mountain, I found a nine-tailed sky fox there, only in its infancy, only three tails, but I could see at a glance, at that time the people around were too brave, they didn't dare to catch, who are you son, I did it at that time, but just when I was about to catch the little white fox, a blind mud leg came out to stop me, interrupting me to cast a spell." ”

Yu Shuhuai listened quietly, "What happened later?"

Yuqi said: "Later, of course I beat him, but I didn't expect that the blind man who stopped me looked about the same age as me, and he was so powerful, and I didn't have the upper hand in fist and foot kung fu, and then I was ready to use spells, but I didn't expect this kid to use the law phase to suppress me, you said that you are not angry, and you also used the law phase to crush me a lot of spells, Dad, you said that you are not angry." ”

After the brocade-clothed young man finished speaking, he was about to pull Yu Shuhuai to take revenge, but after listening to his son talk about the ins and outs of the matter, Yu Shuhuai was really not calm in his heart.

A little blind man who is about the same age as his own son, that is, he is only fifteen or sixteen years old, and he still has the Dharma Phase, which is a spell that can only be condensed by a monk of the Upper Five Realms, that is to say, this little blind man who beat his own son is a monk of the Upper Five Realms, where did such a young master of the Upper Five Realms come from?

Yu Shuhuai's brain was running rapidly, and Yuqi, who was dragging the hem of his father's clothes and wanted to go to take revenge, was ignored again.

After that, Yu Shuhuai patted his head and asked his son, "What kind of clothes did you say that little blind man was wearing?" ”

Yuqi thought for a while and said, "I wore a white robe and a gold-rimmed cloak on my body, but I have to say something, the gold-rimmed cloak is very good-looking, Dad, you go and avenge me, and then snatch the cloak for my son and give it to my son." ”

Yu Shuhuai now had cold sweat on his forehead, and immediately took out a picture scroll jade slip, waved his hand and unfolded it, pointed to the picture scroll that was exactly the same as the picture scroll seen by the immortal city lord Cui Qihan and asked, "Is it this person in the portrait?"

Yuqi looked at it for a while and said, "That's right, it's him, what, Dad, have you also paid attention to that gold-rimmed cloak for a long time, quick, now without further ado, while the little blind man hasn't gone far, let's catch up and grab it." ”

Yu Shuhuai was shocked, put away the portrait of Yu Jian, and slapped the back of his son's head, "You kid is in trouble, do you know." ”