The young monk looked down in a daze, and the beads on his wrist made of vajra bodhi seeds had been completely broken, and one by one the bodhi seeds fell to the ground, rolling on the ground under his feet, and the very slight sound was very clear in the silent night.

After a moment of silence, he slowly raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man standing on the corner of the eaves, with an extremely resolute expression on his face.

Song Qingying put his hands behind his back and chuckled, "Mr. Lan of Tianji Pavilion has a Tianji List, in addition to the well-known main list, there is also a sub-list, and the ones listed on it are all young talents from all walks of life, Song Mou's cultivation is shallow, he failed to make it to the sub-list when he was young, and now he has not been able to make it to the main list, he is very ashamed." ”

He paused slightly, and continued: "On the contrary, it is you, the little monk, who has already been on the sub-list of the Tianji List at a young age, and was once on the same level as Xu Beiyou of the Sword Sect, Qi Xianyun of the Daomen, but it is much stronger than me, when you reach my age, you will definitely be able to be on the main list of the Tianji List, it is difficult to say whether you can reach the top of the Three Saints, but there are still ten people in the world." ”

The young monk said in a deep voice: "Mr. Song has a good reputation. ”

"Reputation?" Song Qingying smiled and said: "It's not too famous, the reason why I say this is to tell you that you still have a long way to go in the future, it can be said that you have a great future, don't destroy your future for the sake of the momentary spirit in front of you, some words should not be said by me, but since you are here, then say it together, when you are young, many things that are regarded as treasures may not be worth it, when you are older, you have experienced more of the world, looking back, in fact, it is not enough." ”

The young monk said slowly: "When the little monk left the sect, the master once told him again and again that if the little monk was lucky enough to meet Mr. Song of the Xuanjiao, he must treat him with courtesy and listen to Mr. Song's teachings. ”

Song Qingying squinted her eyes and said with a smile: "It's good to write it down, but it's one thing to write it down, and it's another thing to actually do it, little monk, I've said it to such an extent, I think you should know how to do it." ”

The young monk did not answer, but stood still with his feet, as if an old tree had taken root, motionless.

The smile on Song Qingying's face gradually faded, and she said coldly: "It seems that you don't want to listen to persuasion." ”

The young monk clasped his palms together, bowed his head and said: "Mr. Song's teachings, the little monk remembers it in his heart, but the little monk has the way of the little monk, the so-called Tao is different, not conspiring with each other, and I hope Mr. Song will forgive me." ”

Song Qingying said a good word.

The next moment, his figure suddenly disappeared, and then appeared three feet in front of the young monk, and with just a finger, he lightly placed it at the center of the monk's eyebrows.

In an instant, the monk's body shook dramatically, and the monk's robe was even more agitated.

Song Qingying said expressionlessly: "Jin Chan, you are the best among the disciples of Buddhism, I look at the face of Zen Master Qiuyue, and give you three points, but it doesn't mean that you can not put me in your eyes, do you know that if I move forward one more point, you will die on the spot immediately?!"

Jin Chan's face was resolute, and he did not say anything, nor did he flinch.

Song Qingying snorted coldly, and his fingertips spewed out, and he was about to blow up the head of this young junior directly, as for the Buddhism side, he would not really tear his face with Xuanjiao for a junior, as long as he made corresponding compensation, this matter could be turned into a big thing and a small matter.

After all, not everyone is like Qi Xianyun, who has a biological father who is the head of the Dao Sect.

At this critical juncture on the line of life and death, Yan Ruyu, who had not spoken, suddenly appeared behind Jin Chan, reached out and grabbed his shoulders, and the wings formed by blood-colored thunder light behind him were lightly fanned, and before the master was about to point at the head of the heartbroken master, he swept backwards sharply, and in an instant, he opened a distance of nearly a hundred zhang, leaving afterimages on this long street.

Yan Ruyu looked at this nerd angrily and annoyed, he didn't expect that he really wanted to fight with the master, he was just entering the realm of the earth immortal, but the master was already in the realm of the sixteenth floor of the earth immortal, and the gap between them was not just the difference between cloud and mud? Besides, the sky and the earth are big, and the life is the largest, as long as it is left to be useful, there will be a future, if the body dies, then there is nothing.

Thinking of this, she longed to throw this elm-headed guy to fend for himself, but when she thought that he was doing this for herself, the cold and hard heart suddenly softened, and infinite tenderness was born in her heart, and her eyes turned red again.

Song Qingying, who had failed in his fingers, was not angry, if he really made up his mind to kill that little monk, how could he save people under his hands with Yan Ruyu's realm cultivation? He just didn't want to offend the Buddhism Sect because of this kind of thing, after all, the Buddhism Sect was still powerful, and it was not as far away as the Daomen, but close at hand, if the two families were in discord, it would inevitably ruin the Tao Hui policy set by the Wanyan Sect Master.

Buddhism is not terrible, because he has Xuanjiao behind him to rely on, and what really makes him jealous is the old man who is back in charge of Xuanjiao.

Song Qingying didn't continue to shoot, or even took the initiative to pursue, but just put his hands on his back again, and said to Jin Cicada: "Again and again, I will keep my hands again and again, you don't know what to do, and force me to kill the killer." ”

Then he turned his gaze to Yan Ruyu, and his voice was slightly slower, "The reason why the two holy daughters of Yan and Qin were able to leave the Xuanjiao back then was because someone spoke for them, take Uncle Qin as an example, the dignified Emperor personally interceded, and wanted to end the matter, even if it was the sect leader and his old man, it was not good to say a word on this matter, but you didn't have the blessing of Uncle Qin, so you had to obediently accept your fate, return to the Qingyin Palace with me, and become a saint of this generation." ”

Yan Ruyu's face suddenly turned pale, and she didn't open her mouth to refute like Jin Cicada, she lowered her head, as if she had accepted her fate.

Jin Chan, who had been hurt a lot just now, took another step forward and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Song, since Miss Yan is unwilling, why do you have to bother with it? After all, she is also your disciple, why do you have to force her to be that saint?"

Song Qingying was finally a little angry, her face was slightly gloomy, and she snorted coldly: "She is my disciple, this is my Xuanjiao business, when will it be your turn to be an outsider to point fingers? Who do you think you are? Is it Xu Beiyou, who is invincible with a sword, or Xiao Zhinan, who holds the authority of a country?"

It is said that people in Buddhism are good at arguing, but Jin Chan is an exception, otherwise he would not be called a nerd by Yan Ruyu, at this time, he was questioned by Song Qingying, and he didn't know how to interface, so he was speechless.

Yan Ruyu raised her head suddenly, looking at her teacher, who was also the man she had regarded as her father since she was a child, and looked at the nerd again, smiled sadly, her voice was a little choked, and said softly: "Master, I'll go back with you......"

Song Qingying's face softened slightly, and she regained her composure.

With his qi cultivation skills, he would not be angry for this little thing, but Yan Ruyu was raised by him since he was a child, and he was also a disciple and a daughter, almost treated as half a daughter, but now she has repeatedly disobeyed him for the sake of a little Buddhist monk, and she still defends this person in front of him, how can he not be angry?

However, at this time, Yan Ruyu had already softened, and he no longer cared, even if the matter ended here.

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