"The donor is so ruthless."

The Great Compassion Zen Master has a white beard and white eyebrows, a dry and thin face, and his face is extremely gloomy at this time, giving people the feeling that there is no Buddha appearance.

"Ruthless?"

Without waiting for Song Xuan to speak, Song Qian stepped forward and looked the Great Compassion Zen Master up and down coldly, "Old monk, are you blind?" The man made a killing move to my brother first, and you didn't say that he was vicious, but you said that my brother was ruthless.

This double standard can be regarded as being understood by you! ”

Zen Master Dabei didn't know if he had heard the word double standard, but he could understand the meaning.

But he didn't care.

Shaolin can be inherited for thousands of years without falling, what does it rely on?

Is there a lot of martial arts and a lot of disciples?

No, it depends on being thick-skinned, on convincing people with reason, and on standing on the moral high ground to suppress the enemy.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the Iron Shoulder Master who was held down by his eyebrows, and the Great Compassion Zen Master complained a little about him in his heart.

This old man did it without his permission, and he lost the opportunity and was cut off an arm, which happened to make him remember it for a long time.

The strongest in Shaolin is obviously reasonable, and the reason has not yet been explained, why do you have to do it first? Plain and white.

Song Xuan wants to take away the demon witch, it is when my Shaolin side stands on the moral high ground to criticize him, as long as the hat is buckled well, it is completely possible to attract nearly a thousand people present to besiege him.

If you can beat you in a group, you have to go alone, so don't call it Iron Shoulder in the future, and change your name to Iron Head!

Although he was unhappy in his heart, the Great Compassion Zen Master still maintained the posture of an abbot, folded his hands, and said in a deep voice: "Let's not mention the matter of the iron-shouldered junior brother for the time being, the old man only asks, does the donor know who the woman you want to take away is?" ”

Song Xuan's head, "Demon Sect Elder Qu Yang's granddaughter, Qu Feiyan!" ”

"It turns out that the donor also knows that this woman is a demon witch!"

A smile appeared on the face of the Great Compassion Zen Master, not afraid that you would admit it, but afraid that you would hold on to it and refuse to admit it.

"Could it be that you are also in collusion with the demon sect demons, or is your sect a branch of the Demon Sect?"

"The old monk is buttoning my hat?"

Song Xuan flicked his sleeves and said indifferently: "It doesn't matter if the rest of the Demon Sect is dead or alive, but this little girl, this seat will be taken away!" ”

The words fell, but when she heard a bang, the chains on Qu Feiyan's body shattered, and Song Xuan's figure had come to her side at some point, and pinched the chains on her body with one hand.

It was at this moment that the afterimage of his previous location dissipated.

Seeing this miraculous body, the Great Compassion Zen Master's eyes narrowed slightly, and the pressure in his heart rose again.

Song Xuan pushed Qu Feiyan to Song Qian's side, looked at the little girl who had a glimmer of hope rising from despair, and said with a smile: "This seat never owes favors, you invited me to eat rice cakes last night, and today I will protect your life, and you and I will be clear!" ”

"Thank you, big brother!"

Qu Feiyan licked his chapped lips and prayed, "Can you save my grandfather too!" ”

Song Xuan didn't respond, as if he hadn't heard, and turned his head to look at the Great Compassion Zen Master again.

"Big brother, please, save my grandfather, Feiyan is willing to be a cow and a horse to repay your life-saving grace!"

Seeing that Song Xuan no longer cared about himself, Qu Feiyan was a little anxious, and wanted to say something more, but Song Qian pinched his neck and walked back.

"Giving you face! A piece of rice cake saved your life, where did you have the face to dare to ask my brother? ”

Seeing his granddaughter being taken away by Song Qian, Qu Yang, who had already accepted his fate, looked up at Song Xuan with a grateful look.

"Thank you Shaoxia!"

Qu Yang prayed: "This kid has been quick with his hands and feet since he was a child, and he is proficient in serving tea, pouring water, washing and cooking, and I hope that the young man will pity this girl, don't send her back again, let her follow you, be a maid who serves tea and pours water, and the old man is also dead and blind." ”

At Qu Yang's age, he no longer cares about life and death.

The only one who can't let go is this little granddaughter.

He Qu Yang can die, but he has to arrange a way back for his granddaughter before he can die.

What kind of place is the Sun and Moon God Cult, how can it be called a demon sect by outsiders, how can it be a good place.

With the appearance and talent of the little granddaughter, if she returns to the Demon Sect, without his grandfather as a backer, she will definitely be worse than dead in the future.

Becoming a plaything of the high-level of the Demon Sect is all good luck, if it is bad luck..... When Qu Yang thought of those pictures, he shuddered unconsciously.

Although Song Xuan only met him on the first day, judging from his character that he was not willing to owe even a piece of pastry, this person was trustworthy.

If Qu Feiyan can stay by his side, he may not be happy, but at least he is safe.

People in the rivers and lakes can live in peace, in Qu Yang's view, this is already great luck, what else can I pray for?

"You don't have to worry about this, since this seat saved her, she will naturally arrange a way back for her!"

Song Xuan's eyes turned and fell on the old monk holding Qu Yang, "I don't know what this master is called?" ”

"The poor monk is called bitter gourd, and I have seen Lord Song!"

"It turned out to be a bitter gourd master!"

Song Xuan took a step forward, his smile getting thicker and thicker, "Jin Jiuling, the master's disciple, is also killed by this seat!" ”

Song Xuan felt that he should be holding the villain script today.

First of all, I said to Zuo Lengchan, I cut off your arm.

Now, tell him in front of this bitter gourd master that I killed your disciple.

At this moment, Song Xuan even felt that he should practice a "rudimentary" laugh in the future, and he estimated that there might be many similar scenes like this in the future.

Song Xuan: "Little friend, your whole clan was destroyed by this official!" ”

Song Xuan: "This young man, your master was killed by me with a sword!" ”

Song Xuan: "This girl, your fiancé committed a capital crime, and you make it very difficult for the official to do this." ”

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As the future high-level of Xuanyiwei, don't say it, this kind of similar scene is really indispensable in the future.

Master Bitter Gourd should have known the situation a long time ago, and he was not annoyed by this, but sighed lightly, "This matter, the poor monk already knows, this matter is no wonder Master Song."

Jiuling's ambition was too big, but he didn't have the strength to match his ambition, and as early as after he became a Xuanyi Wei Qianhu, the poor monk had already guessed his ending. ”

"You can see it!"

Master Bitter Melon and Lu Xiaofeng have a good relationship, for Lu Xiaofeng's sake, Song Xuan did not embarrass the old monk anymore.

"I heard that the master vegetarian food tastes good?"

Master Bitter Melon was stunned, and he couldn't figure out what this person was thinking.

You just cut off the arm of the senior monk in my temple with your front foot, and robbed the demon witch with your back foot, and now you ask me if my cooking is delicious.

What do you mean?

Aren't you going to rob even the poor monks and use them as your cook?