When Su Ziming and Niu Jinlian came to the outside of the family school, they heard someone preaching:

"I can forgive you for Su Ziyong's mischievous and mischievous behavior on weekdays, but it is really lawless that you dare to pull my beard now."

"You're seven years old this year, don't you even know the most basic ways of respecting teachers?"

"Ask your parents, can you pull the beard of your elders at will?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a child's cry was heard.

"Grandpa Changping, my grandson knows that I am wrong."

"No, you have to copy the clan rules for me three times today, and you can go back when you finish writing." A stubborn voice came out.

Su Ziming held back a smile in his heart.

The old man is Su Changping, a monk of the Su family's generation, but Su Changping's qualifications are not good, and although he is extremely diligent, he still only reaches the sixth level of Qi cultivation.

Su Changping, who knew that the road was hopeless, began to be keen on cultivating the next generation for the family.

Su Ziming just came into contact with cultivation, and Su Changping led him the way, and Su Ziming also respected him very much.

In Su Ziming's heart, Su Changping has always been kind and polite, especially a one-foot-long beard.

But he hated it most when others touched his carefully preserved beard, which became a taboo for him.

When Su Ziming was in the family school, several ignorant peers violated this taboo and were severely punished.

The punishment is much harsher than Su Ziyong's current punishment.

Hearing Su Ziyong's cry, Niu Jinlian's heart softened and rushed in directly, and Su Ziming had no choice but to follow his footsteps and walk in.

"I've seen the Elders."

Although Su Changping was an elder in the clan, he still bowed slightly towards Su Ziming to show respect.

For this elder who attaches great importance to the clan rules and patriarchal laws and the rules of the elders and children, Su Ziming hurriedly stepped forward to return the salute.

In Su Changping's eyes, Su Ziming is the first foundation building monk to come out of his subordinates since he became the master of the family school, and he has always been proud.

Therefore, his attitude towards Su Ziming was very friendly, but when he saw Niu Jinlian on the side, he couldn't help frowning.

The tone was not good: "You are here to intercede for this kid!" ”

"You are an elder of the clan, how can you shield the clansmen who make mistakes!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Su Ziming hurriedly put on a serious posture and said: "I am here to teach this kid a lesson for Uncle Cunyi, and Uncle Cunyi said that he is not here and I will discipline him." ”

"That's pretty much it!"

Su Changping's face softened a lot, and he asked, "How are you going to punish this kid!" ”

Niu Jinlian's face on the side suddenly changed, and she hurriedly pushed Su Ziming with her elbow.

Su Ziming gave her a reassuring look, looked at Su Ziyong and said, "Since this kid is so energetic, I have a book of the Su family's basic herbal medicines, let him follow me back to take care of the spirit plant for me." ”

"It not only physically punished him, but also allowed him to learn something along with him."

Su Changping nodded, stroked his beard and said with a smile: "This is a good way, since you have said so, how to deal with this kid will be handed over to you." ”

Su Ziming thanked him, grabbed Su Ziyong's neck and lifted him out.

After walking out of the family school, Su Ziyong began to scream in pain, and shouted loudly: "Brother Clan, let go of me!" ”

When Su Ziming heard this, he threw him aside, and at the same time threw the Su family's basic herbs in his hand to him, asking him to take it back and study it well, and he would go to spot check it when he had time.

"Brother don't worry." Su Ziyong put away the books and promised Su Ziming with an oath.

Su Ziming didn't care much about Su Ziyong's performance, he turned around and left after saying something to his aunt Jin Lian.

On the second day, before Su Cunyi returned, Su Ziming had already set off to attend the founding ceremony held by Bailiumen.

As the overlord of Nan Qianzhou, the Su family was naturally the last to arrive to participate in the celebration of the affiliated forces.

Bailiumen and the other forces have long taken it for granted and have been waiting silently.

With a few flashes of blue light, Su Ziming took two Su family Qi cultivators to the mountain gate of Bailiumen.

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Seeing the frog clothes on Su Ziming's body, Shen Ming suddenly got up and greeted him:

"Shen Ming has seen the envoy of the Su family, and the envoy can come to participate in the founding ceremony of my Bailiumen, and I am deeply honored to be in Bailiumen."

"As the first cultivator of Nan Qianzhou in the past, it is my Nan Qianzhou's luck that he is willing to start a sect and preach, and Su Mouyan can not come to celebrate."

Su Ziming also responded with a smile, and at the same time did not forget to look at the visitors around him with his eyes.

The people present were basically scattered cultivators and some small forces, but there was only one accident that was He Mo, the master of the Black Tiger Sect.

After the Black Tiger Sect Master saw Su Ziming's arrival, a flattering smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he stepped forward to greet him.

"The Su family actually sent a doll to come, and they really didn't take our Bailiumen seriously."

Just when the scene was very harmonious, a discordant voice came, and Su Ziming turned his head to look at the giant mountain scattered people who spoke.

From the eyes of the giant mountain scatterers, he saw contempt.

"Elder Jushan must not be rude, and he will not apologize to Su Daoyou."

Hearing the words of the giant mountain scatterers, Shen Ming was almost mad, and he scolded the other party for being reckless in his heart.

Although he was dissatisfied with the Su family for sending a little doll in the early days of foundation building, now he has a request for others, so he has always tried his best to maintain a polite appearance.

But now, because of the words of the giant mountain scattered people, not only did he offend the foundation building monk of the Su family, but he might even push the other party to his opposite.

"Hmph~"

Hearing Shen Ming's reprimand, the giant mountain sanren retreated unconvinced.

He Mo, the sect leader of the Black Tiger Sect, took the opportunity to stand up and fall into the well and said: "Loose cultivation is loose cultivation without rules and etiquette, and it dares to defy the envoy of the upper clan, and it must be severely punished." ”

As soon as these words came out, most of the people present became nervous in their hearts, and they all looked at Su Ziming and guessed in their hearts how he would deal with this matter.

"Oh!"

Su Ziming responded vigorously, but instead of being angry, he looked at the people of the giant mountain carefully, and laughed: "Since the Taoist friends of the giant mountain look down on Su, we might as well have a try." ”

Hearing Su Ziming's words, the people of Jushan were full of interest and wanted to prove what they said.

Surprised, he asked, "You actually recognize the giant mountain, how can you compare!" ”

Su Ziming said with a smile: "With bare hands, one move determines the victory." ”

"Okay."

Jushan Sanren's face was overjoyed, and he immediately agreed, looking full of confidence.

Although he is not a physical cultivator, he has been born with divine power since he was a child, and he has never suffered a loss in one move against a monk of the same level.

After saying that, he rushed forward first, and at this moment it was too late for Shen Ming and the others to dissuade him.

"Bang~"

The fists collided, and a huge aftermath hit the several Qi cultivators who were dizzy and ringing.

The giant mountain scattered people were directly shocked and flew out, retreating dozens of meters in a row, and finally barely stabilized his body under the support of Shen Ming, but the right arm he had just shot was drooping.

"Jushan, are you alright?" Shen Ming asked with concern, and at the same time looked at Su Ziming's expression a little solemn.

"Brother, Jushan is fine!"

"I didn't expect Su Daoyou to have such strength at a young age, just now it was Jushan who despised Daoyou."

Jushan scattered people with a smirk, and even took the initiative to apologize to Su Ziming.

Seeing the sincere appearance of the people in the giant mountain, the displeasure in Su Ziming's heart was suddenly swept away, and he said: "The Taoist friend of the giant mountain is born with divine power, if you can cultivate a body, Su may not be comparable to the Taoist friend." ”

After seeing Su Ziming's strength, Jushan Sanren became respectful of him, and responded with a smile: "Su Daoyou is too modest, Jushan is obedient today." ”