After Ying Si and the prince dressed, Sun Shang and the three left, a young girl walked out from the depths of the main hall.

The girl combed her hair in a double bun, pinned to her bun with a few orange-red peach blossoms, her skin was like clotted fat, her face was like peach blossoms, her eyes were very light in color, she was wearing an orange neon dress, and she was tied with a piece of double phoenix green luan jade around her waist.

"They're gone?"

Huo Dehua looked at the cautious "Yes, my eldest lady, you are the daughter of the deputy sect master, as for that kid, is it really worth it for him?

Bai Qianqian's face was flushed with two lovely red clouds, and she waved her hand again and again to deny it. "No, no, I think he looks a lot like my brother, that's all. Elder, if you talk nonsense again, I'll be angry. Hmph╯^╰"

Huo Dehua was amused by Bai Qianqian's expression, but then said seriously: "But, Qianqian, have you really thought about it? This marriage contract is not a game between children, it is to determine your happiness for a lifetime." You know, Nie Qingheng, this kid likes you very much. ”

"Otherwise, can I bear to look at my brother, he was punished by the sect, and there is Elder Xiao's revenge?" Bai Qianqian forced a smile and said, "Besides, anyway, he doesn't believe me, so why should I be amorous?"

"Alas, you!"

........

"This is your current dormitory, because you fled the sect for no reason before, so your previous dormitory can't live. Wang Zifu pointed to a bamboo house and explained to Ying Siliang.

There are two bamboo tables, a bamboo chair, and a bamboo bed and quilts for everyday use.

"However, to be honest, with your current situation, you are really not suitable to appear in front of other disciples. Sun Shang laughed.

You should think about a black line, this feeling of inhumanity is really unpleasant. "Okay, I know, I will definitely break this ridiculous marriage contract for my senior sister. As for the disciples who came to me for something, well, it shouldn't be too much to beat, right?"

"Hahaha, it's a beating, it seems that when you come back this time, it's really a little different. Let's go, prince. Sun Shang grimaced at Ying Siliang, pulled the prince's suit and left.

After the two left, Ying Si closed the door and poured himself a cup of hot water. He sat down on the bed. Slowly close your eyes, breathe evenly, and sink your mind into your body.

After the mind sank into the body, a diagram of the human body's spiritual veins appeared in Ying Siliang's mind. The spiritual veins in the human body are similar to rivers that extend in all directions, and the texture of the spiritual veins is a fluorescent film. The spiritual veins are intertwined, and at the end of them together is an oval-shaped light film in the lower abdomen, and the spiritual power in the light film has condensed into a watery form. The light film that stores spiritual power, also known as "Huachi", is the core of the monk and the source of the spiritual power that the monk condenses with the essence of life.

Ying Si's mind moved, and suddenly the spiritual power sea water in Hua Chi tumbled, and streams of spiritual power broke through the sea surface and instilled into each spiritual vein. The spiritual veins are like a number of dry rivers, and under the nourishment of spiritual power, they gradually glow.

At this moment, a provocative voice came from outside the door, and the person who came seemed to be a noble son, followed by more than a dozen mortal strong men.

"You should think about it, I didn't expect you, a damn boy, to dare to come back!"

"Listen to this voice, is it Chen Binghui?" Listening to the voice, the person who came was one of the elders in power of the sect, Chen Gang's son, Chen Binghui, he and Xiao Ye grew up together since childhood, and their relationship was very good. Ever since Xiao Ye and Ying Siliang went on a mission together and never came back, they have great malice towards Ying Siliang and often make trouble for him. Ying Sili remembered that when he left last time, this Chen Binghui was only at the peak of mustard seeds, and he didn't even reach the micro-stage. Now, this Chen Binghui's cultivation is probably a high-level to the end, right?

"What should I do in the face of people who are not very strong, but who have been making trouble for themselves and causing trouble? Memory, it seems that this Chen Binghui has no background, although his father is an elder, he is relatively ordinary, and he is good at protecting himself. Well.......... So be it, it just so happens that I have the right runes. ”

Ying Si opened his eyes, and between his pupils, a cold light flashed. "It's really annoying that I just came to trouble me on the first day I came! ”

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"Well, it's a real headache, but I'm really a troublesome person, but why do they always like to let me do it? Ying Si opened the door of the bamboo hut and stood at the door frame.

"Chen Binghui, you are really well-informed, I just returned to the sect, and you came to the door. I don't know, what are you doing here?"

The young man in the lead was wearing a black robe and holding a white folding fan in his hand, although he was not Pan An's appearance, he was also a talent. This person is Chen Binghui.

Chen Binghui's eyes narrowed slightly, flashing a trace of hatred, he exhaled, and tried to say in a calm tone: "You should think about it, you are really a noble person who forgets things! Don't you remember Xiao Ye who was killed by you?"

Ying Si thought about it and blinked his eyes. "Supper? It turns out that Prince Binghui is here to have supper, it's a great honor. ”

"Fuck you, don't pretend garlic for Lao Tzu, supper is the old man Xiao Chang you killed. Chen Binghui looked at Ying Si, who was pretending to be innocent, and almost jumped to his feet in anger. "I'm not afraid to tell you, today I will teach you a lesson, as long as I, Chen Binghui, am in Lingxiao Pavilion for a day, you will never want to have a good life!"

Ying Si Zhengse said: "According to the rules of Lingxiao Pavilion, disciples are protected in the dormitory, and no disciple or elder is allowed to break into the dormitory without permission and use spiritual power. Hehe, you have the ability, you come in and beat me. ”

Looking at the provocative Ying Si, Chen Binghui laughed angrily: "Do you think Lao Tzu is not prepared at all? After you left, I always wanted to teach you a lesson, I pondered for several months, and finally thought of many ways to teach you. Didn't you say that disciples and elders can't enter the dormitory? Okay, I'll send these warrior slaves from the copper stage to teach you a lesson. In terms of regulations, it has never been said that a disciple's house slave cannot enter the disciple's dormitory. The place where the disciples live can't use spiritual power, even if you jump over the wall and use spiritual power to resist, they are also martial artists in the copper stage, our monks cultivate spiritual power, and the body is weak, you must only be in the subtle stage, you can't beat them. Hahaha, I'm really too smart. Go up, go up, give this stinky boy a little color and see. ”

"Boy, you better come out quickly and kowtow to our young master to confess your guilt. In this way, you can avoid the pain of skin and flesh!" Zhao Kuo, the domestic slave at the head, sneered with a sneer. They have a body of muscles, fists and kicks, and the melee combat of the monks of the advanced level is not enough to break through their copper skin, so they are particularly unscrupulous. Of course, after all, monks are different from mortals, and they dare not kill them, and at most they should think about it, and at most teach it a lesson.

Ying Sili not only did not be afraid, but sat on the bamboo chair with his butt and stretched out his middle finger to provoke.

"Brothers, give me a lesson and teach this kid a lesson!"

This group of house slaves is burly and tall, basically the size of two Ying Si Liang in size, and the candle flame is reflected in their eyes, like a pack of hungry jackals, wanting to tear Ying Si to pieces.

"Stinky boy, I don't know if you live or die, eat me with a punch!" Zhao Kuo, the leader of the domestic slaves, raised a fist the size of a sandbag and smashed it into Ying Siliang's face.

This fist glows with a brass-colored light, which is very powerful, and has a feeling of being a tiger.

"You really dare to use force against me! Damn, this is a dormitory, and I can't use spiritual power. Ying Si scolded.

It's too late, it's too soon. Ying Siliang saw Zhao Kuo's fist attack, and the soles of his feet slid to the left, staggering Zhao Kuo's attack. Then, he clenched his right fist and smashed it towards Zhao Kuo.

Although Ying Si has some foundation in his fists and feet, after all, the opponent is a martial artist, and between the fists and feet, Ying Si is already tired and out of breath. On the other hand, Zhao Kuo's breath is still long and long, showing the results of his decades of fist and foot practice.

"Yo yo yo, this is the monk who is on the high ground, and he really lives up to his name! ”

"Brother Zhao, give me a hard beating and make him look down on us. ”

"Brother Zhao really gives us a long face as a martial artist!"

Seeing that it was just Zhao Kuo alone, he was tired of coping with it, and the other martial artists couldn't help but gloat and laughed.