"Do you know who I am?" Geng Liao's face darkened, and his tone of voice became gloomy.

Thinking of him Geng Liao, Jiangmen Huzi, and a faction of Geng's family, he has always been a front-and-back support among his peers on weekdays, how can he endure this humiliation.

Wang Wujiu protected Chu Xialan behind him, and only then did he see Geng Liao clearly.

"Who are you?" Wang Wujiu looked at him with a smile.

"This is the ...... of the Marquis Mansion," Geng Liao did not answer, but instead spoke to his cousin Geng Zhong, who was standing beside him.

Geng Zhong's voice did not fall, only listening to the two "pops", he had already received two loud slaps from Wang Wujiu.

"I, did you let you speak?" Wang Wujiu's voice was as cold as ice.

"You're looking for death! How dare you hit someone at the conference? Geng Liao saw that his cousin was beaten, he didn't get angry but laughed, originally he was still worried about how to teach this poor sour boy who didn't know the height of the sky, but he didn't expect him to hit the muzzle of the gun.

"What's going on?" Hearing the commotion here, Su Yi, as the deacon in charge of the security of the conference, naturally wanted to come over to check the situation.

"Deacon Su," Geng Liao bowed respectfully to Su Yi: "My cousin Geng Zhong just said a few words for me, and before he could say anything, this little brother fought and directly gave my cousin two slaps." You know, this is a violation of the rules of the Swift Wind Sword Society, and I ask Deacon Su to deal with it impartially. ”

Although Geng Liao's words were polite, between the words, he asked Su Yi to give an explanation on the spot.

Su Yi frowned, walked closer, looked at Geng Zhong, whose cheeks were already swollen, and turned to Wang Wujiu for confirmation: "You beat him?" ”

"I did it." Wang Wujiu replied without hesitation.

"Don't you know what the consequences of hitting someone at a sword meeting are?" On the territory of the Bishan Sword Sect, there are very few disciples who dare to ignore the precepts and do it in private, and once this kind of thing happens, it is the most troublesome, if you let the above know, even he will not be able to escape the involvement.

"Yes, fifty strokes with the cane. Ordinary people have suffered these fifty blows, and it is already a fluke that they can not die. Wang Wujiu seemed to be saying something completely unrelated to him.

"If you know, why are you beating?" Seeing that Wang Wujiu was so calm, Su Yi took some interest in this seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy.

"Hehe," Wang Wujiu sneered: "He insulted my sister-in-law, and even wanted to do something to my sister-in-law, can I, as a brother, still stand by and watch?" ”

Geng Liao looked at Wang Wujiu's appearance of saying something serious, and 10,000 horses galloped past in his heart, when did he insult him? When did you do something to his sister again?

He knew that if Su Yi really believed Wang Wujiu's words, then he would not be able to escape the responsibility of "picking quarrels and provoking trouble".

"Deacon Su is discerning! What he said was all gibberish, and you couldn't believe a word! Geng Zhong hurriedly defended, and Geng Zhong, who had been swollen into a pig's head next to him, nodded his huge head.

"You're all swollen like this, don't follow it. Come, take him to the medicine hall to apply some ointment, otherwise he will have to be disfigured later. Su Yi impatiently instructed the outer disciples to take away Geng Zhong who couldn't even speak clearly.

"Did you bully my sister-in-law, you just ask my sister-in-law, we both came from a small place, the first time I came to Luoyang, I thought that the wealthy sons of Luoyang were all gentle and elegant, knowledgeable, but I didn't expect to be bullied just after coming to the Wind Sword Meeting, Deacon Su, you have to be the master for us." Speaking of emotion, Wang Wujiu even had tears in his eyes, as if Geng Liao had done something heinous and ugly to their brother and sister.

And Chu Xialan didn't rest, she secretly scolded Wang Wujiu for being shameless, while trying her best to recall the sad things when she was a child, and soon, a beautiful and moving face showed a touching look.

When some teenagers saw Chu Xialan's appearance, where could they bear it, and they spoke for Wang Wujiu and them.

Rao is Geng Liao was born in Jiangmen, but this is the Bishan Sword Sect, in the cultivation world, he only recognizes the strength and does not recognize the lintel, not to mention, there are many people in the square who are more noble than Houmen.

"You, you!" Geng Liao's face was flushed with anger, and the two goldfish eyes almost fell off, when did he suffer this kind of humiliation.

But Su Yi couldn't stand it anymore, as a deacon, he was too lazy to participate in these things of mortals, and immediately stopped the crowd that began to shout.

"You are the first to pick quarrels and provoke trouble, and you dare to ask me to be the master for you! What a joke! Su Yi was furious, and immediately ordered the two outer disciples to carry Geng Liao out.

The two outer disciples forcibly dragged Geng Liao away, and Geng Liao was held up and kept shouting that he was wronged.

"But, no matter what, it's not right for you to beat people like that, it violates the precepts of my sect, and you also go to the precepts hall to receive a punishment of twenty rods, are you not convinced?" Although Su Yi also announced the punishment of Wang Wujiu, his tone was much gentler.

"Deacon Su is sensible and admired. Then I will go to the precept hall and receive twenty rods!" ”

"Wang Wujiu, are you crazy? The twenty-rod punishment is a joke, and your coming out of the precept hall will definitely affect the second round of assessment. Chu Xialan pulled Wang Wujiu's sleeve aside, and whispered.

"Are you worried about me?" The young man was short, and Chu Xialan could almost hear his breathing.

"Get out, who is worried about you, stinky and shameless!"

Obviously saying scolding words, Wang Wujiu felt that Chu Xialan was very cute at the moment.

"Don't worry, you forgot, I'm also a powerful monk?" Wang Wujiu couldn't help touching Chu Xialan's head, and then admonished: "After you finish the test, just wait for me to come back, okay?" ”

Chu Xialan didn't know why she nodded obediently.

Seeing the back of Wang Wujiu leaving, she came back to her senses, was the conversation and action between the two of them a little too private?

Chu Xialan shook her head and stopped thinking nonsense.

Doing the things at hand is the right way, he Chu Xialan, he also has to cultivate the Tao, and he also has to be those monks who can fly to the heavens and the earth!

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Bishan Sword Sect, Baiyun Peak Discipline Hall.

When Wang Wujiu walked in, Geng Liao's ass was hit with more than a dozen rods, and although the white buttocks were blurred with flesh and blood, there was no mercy on his mouth.

"You sons of bitches, wait for me to enter the inner door, ah!"

"When I enter the inner gate, ah—I will become a true disciple!"

"Definitely, ah—I want you to look good!"

The disciples of the Discipline Hall who were in charge of the rod punishment had been doing some punishment all day long, and when they heard that this guy was being punished, he dared to threaten them, and the strength in his hand secretly increased a little.

"Isn't this the concubine of the Hou Mansion? How did it become like this, tsk. ”

Wang Wujiu's words sounded at the right time, and in Geng Liao's eyes, it was a naked mockery, but it was a pity that he was being punished with a cane, and he was unable to organize a verbal refutation at all, so he could only keep scolding.

"You son of a bitch! Out of Baiyun Peak, Lao Tzu will definitely kill you! Geng Liao was scolding, and suddenly saw two outer disciples also tying Wang Wujiu to the bench, it seemed that he was also going to be punished.

At this time, Geng Liao, whose consciousness had begun to be a little blurred, also came to the spirit: "Labor and management have been tortured, don't think about it, retribution will come so soon!" ”

"Ahh Before Geng Liao's words fell, another rod hit his buttocks, and Geng Liao twitched in pain.

However, as long as he thought that Wang Wujiu would also be punished, he felt a lot better!

He struggled to tilt his head on the bench, and finally barely saw Wang Wujiu's expression.

Big brother, are you sure you're being punished with a rod?