The two of them followed Joo Ok-yeon and his disciple timidly into the woods.
When they reached the roots of the tree,
Kou Zhong immediately rejoiced at his choice just now.
Not far away, the father and son seemed to be talking about something,
Shi Zhixuan said something in a low voice. Then,
They saw the monk press Shi Zhixuan to the ground with a smile.
One hand held the back of his head,
Face down,
With a bang, Kou Zhong felt as if he was the one being pressed down alive.
"Xu Ziling, look." He reached out and tugged at his good friend next to him.
Xu Ziling sighed helplessly and said, "Don't watch the show,
That's father and son,
If you make any more noise, Shi Zhixuan will be angry from embarrassment,
When the monk is gone,
You won't even have an intact corpse. "
Kou Zhong was so excited that his face turned red. After all, he had never seen Shi Zhixuan like this,
He saw that he was very far away from the other side, so he just quietly lowered his voice, "Look,
That Shi Zhixuan, tsk tsk, by the way, the monk's fighting is too scary, right? "
He looked on helplessly as Shi Zhixuan wanted to struggle to get up, he moved a bit.
After the monk above noticed,
He smiled and pressed down with his hand again,
Dust flew everywhere.
It made people tremble in fear.
Xu Ziling twitched the corner of his mouth. He felt pain for Shi Zhixuan.
However, he still signaled his good friend not to be too arrogant, "Keep your voice down."
On the other side, Xie Lige saw that Joo Ok-yeon sensibly left his surroundings. He probably knew that he was going to settle accounts with Shi Zhixuan, so he made a comment in his heart. He was very obedient.
He was much better than his bastard son.
Then, he set his gaze on Shi Zhixuan in front of him.
"Why didn't you go to the snow mountain?"
Xie Lige asked in a gentle tone. He didn't look sad or happy, nor did he look angry at all.
Shi Zhixuan's body stiffened. He felt the hand on top of his head slowly let go. He turned his head slightly and looked at his father.
A trace of despair flashed through his heart. He knew that his father would definitely ask this question. However, this question involved some things related to the Tzu Hang Jing Zhai. Considering his father's attitude towards the Tzu Hang Jing Zhai, he could not help but feel guilty.
Xie Lige narrowed her eyes and caught her guilty conscience.
Xie Lige's lips curled into a smile, but there was no trace of a smile in his eyes. His eyes were as cold as the ice that had been under the ice for thousands of years. He calmly concluded, "What are you hiding?"
"Lord Father."
When Shi Zhizhi heard this voice, he was like a mouse that had seen a cat. Only now did he realize that his father wasn't someone he could hide anything from. In the past, every time he lied, the consequences would be quite miserable. Moreover, every time his father looked at him, he was like an ant, with an incomparably cold gaze.
He knew that he was lying!
This conclusion made Shi Zhixuan reflexively want to explain something.
However, in the next second, he was once again awakened by a slap.
The hand above, which was mixed with the power of a strong gale, was still on Shi Zhixuan's head. Before he had enough time to react, in a flash, his head was directly pressed down again, and his head was slapped on the ground. The people under his command practically did not have the strength to resist.
Shi Zhixuan only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and then his entire face was in incomparable pain from the impact. His nose was sore from bumping into a hard object. Fortunately, he could still smell the smell at the tip of his nose. His nose was full of the smell of earth.
He must have been stepped into the ground.
Shi Zhixuan laughed bitterly as he ridiculed in his heart.
He only felt that he had been pressed to the ground. His exposed back seemed to have been stepped on. Then, he heard his father's familiar voice.
Xie Lige slowly and gracefully looked at his hand. The joints were distinct and very slender. There was no stain at all. However, he still carefully took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped it. After he was sure that it was really clean, he put away the handkerchief. In the process, he stepped on his son with one foot, making him unable to move.
Shi Zhixuan knew that his father was angry, so he didn't dare to move.
Xie Lige said in a calm voice, "Do you find it strange that your father asked you a question the first time we met? Before you answered, I directly hit you."
Shi Zhixuan was silent. He had a bad feeling.
Xie Lige felt his son's body stiffen for a moment under his foot. He raised his eyebrows and continued, "It seems that you know what you did wrong."
"You are in contact with Tzu Hang Jing Zhai."
At this time, Xie Lige's tone was very certain.
Shi Zhixuan's heart flashed with a hint of "I knew it", followed by a wave of despair. It made sense that his father had beaten him.
His father's attitude towards Tzu Hang Jing Zhai was very hostile. When they went down the mountain, he had repeatedly warned them not to have any contact with Tzu Hang Jing Zhai. The handsome monk said with a faint smile that he was afraid that they would become stupid after spending too much time with a group of fake nuns.
It was probably because Shi Zhixuan had let himself go too freely at the foot of the mountain. After meeting Bi Xiuxin, he directly forgot these words to the back of his mind.
"Actually, I'm not very angry that you haven't come to see me in the mountains for so many years."
While saying that he was not angry, Xie Lige's countenance was tranquil as he exerted force on his foot. Not far away, Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling could see that Shi Zhixuan was being stepped on that he let out a muffled groan; they could imagine how much force he exerted.
They all shuddered and quickly shut up. They obediently curled up into a ball.
Shi Zhixuan only felt that his back was about to be trampled and broken. He could not help but let out a muffled groan. When he opened his mouth and was about to speak, he was pressed down again. He ate a mouthful of soil, and his back was still in severe pain.
"But you've forgotten my words, and that makes me uncomfortable."
"Yes … Alms Gu Yide!!"
Xie Lige smiled and stepped on him again.
Shi Zhixuan successfully became speechless again.
The person who stepped on him was satisfied and continued, "Shut up. I haven't finished speaking."
"Are the nuns of Tzu Hang Jing Zhai very pretty?"
Shi Zhixuan: "…"
"Bi Xiuxin, haha, the nuns' disciples are still like this. It's really disgusting."
Probably because he was angry, the strength of Xie Lige's foot was getting stronger and stronger, so that Shi Zhixuan was trampled by him and made a squeaking noise. If it were not for the latter's martial art skill, perhaps he would have been trampled into minced meat early on.
When the people at the roots saw this scene, they only felt a chill crawling up their spines and shivered. Joo Ok-yeon stared straight at Shi Zhixuan, who was being stepped on, and a trace of coldness flashed in her eyes. Then, she turned her gaze to the person next to her.
Pan, the dealer of barium and barium?
"Master."
Equip alcohol?
Apologise?
Molt?
Butcher S?
File feed?
Joo Ok-yeon sneered, "Are you afraid?"
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Chat?
Joo Ok-yeon turned her head and glanced at her. After all, she was the disciple that she had personally raised since she was a child. Her face could not help but soften a lot. She patted the hand that was supporting her arm and said, "Don't worry, Ancestor is not a person who can't distinguish right from wrong."
"It's just that Shi Zhixuan went too far and Ancestor was angry."
"After all, they are still father and son. He will be merciful." Although the most he could do was to ensure Shi Zhixuan's survival.
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Flattery?
Plum pure play?
Caichuan Huaiwei??
Skeleton waving scarlet sword?
Qin Xiu?
Youchun Lian Huangzhi Miao Pouch Wishing Vase Sakura?
Rui?
Gai Zhun Ben Jie Qinyuan?
Quail saying milk?
Gu playing?
Zhao Meng?
Qiao neon sheath???
Milk?
Caries?
Bad?
Wai Xi???
Chu Chu??
De?
Ping Lan Island Suo Zhai?
Female swan from Omega Miao Qiao Ba?
Rui Mu Xie Lige Dao Xiong Jie
What a strange pair of father and son.
The truth was just as Joo Ok-yeon said. After Xie Lige vented enough, he removed his foot from Shi Zhixuan's back as if he was giving alms. The latter stood up awkwardly and looked helplessly at the kind-hearted culprit.
"Father." Shi Zhixuan said helplessly.
Xie Lige's lips curved into a gentle smile, but his words were full of danger. "This is just a lesson for you. If you make me unhappy again, I will only make you even more unhappy."
This was Xie Lige's theory of life.
Why should I be happy when I'm annoyed?
Shi Zhixuan obviously knew that his father was serious. He wiped the stains on his face and felt his nose warm. His hand was covered in blood. Was he really injured from being stepped on?
He thought about how his father slammed his head on the ground as if he was throwing a piece of trash. His nose was sore from the impact, so it was normal for it to bleed. This kind of injury was nothing to a Jianghu person.
After wiping the blood with a handkerchief, he looked at his father.
Xie Lige looked at him with a faint smile. "I haven't seen you in such a sorry state for a long time. It seems that I still miss it."
Shi Zhixuan ridiculed in his heart, "That's because when I was young, I didn't understand your bad taste at all. You were obviously a monk, but what you did was the devil sect of the devil sect. You could even do something like bullying a child. Shi Zhixuan, who had been cheated miserably by his father since he was a child, felt that he had a right to speak.
His father loved to see him in such a sorry state.
Shi Zhixuan threw away the handkerchief. The stains on his face had been wiped clean, leaving only a few visible scars caused by the rubbing of stones on the ground.
"Tsk!" Xie Lige clicked his tongue unhappily.
Then he turned around and glanced at the ten thousand tree roots. The four people there were looking at him with fear. They were not close, so they probably couldn't hear the following conversation.
"I heard that you wanted to unify the Jianghu when you just came down from the mountain?" Xie Lige suddenly asked Shi Zhixuan a question.
Shi Zhixuan's movements paused. His expression was as usual as he said, "Yes, this was my childhood dream."
"Why did you stop?"
Xie Lige looked at his son. Although he still looked like a young man in his twenties, his eyes were full of vicissitudes. He didn't look high-spirited at all.
His intuition told him that he didn't succeed.
"Xiuxin took action."
Shi Zhixuan didn't want to talk about this, but he didn't dare to refute his father's words. He could only tell him the reason calmly.
He didn't talk about the power he had back then, nor did he talk about the bloody storm he had caused. He only summed it up in one sentence.
He didn't regret making this decision.
Xie Lige nodded and came to a conclusion expressionlessly.