Jin Sen was so frightened that he looked like a bear about to urinate. When compared with Wan Dong, Song Yanhe shook his head. He is still ranked number 8 on the Qingyun Ranking. Compared with this place, he is not even a fart. He waved to the stupid Tie Zhan Dynasty students below the stage and shouted impatiently, "Take him and all these people back!"
After Song Yanhe gave the order, the students from the Tie Zhan Dynasty dared to come up to the stage, but no one dared to get too close to Wan Dong. His trembling appearance was quite funny.
"Boy, I don't care what grudge you have with Jin Sen. As long as Jin Sen is in the martial arts academy, you are not allowed to touch him again, let alone kill him again!" Song Yanhe warned Wandong very seriously. .
"What if the junior doesn't obey?" Wan Dong took a long breath and asked quietly.
"Then I will destroy you now!" Song Yanhe was furious. This kid didn't take him as the chief instructor seriously.
"Yao Ting!" Wu Daozi winked at Wandong hurriedly.
Wandong sighed softly, bowed and said, "Yes! I will just listen to my orders!"
"Okay, that's it for now! Brother Song, we haven't seen each other for a long time, how about we go have a drink together?" Wandong lowered his head and Wu Daozi hurriedly said haha.
"I'm so angry at this kid, and he's so drunk!" Song Yanhe said these words, and didn't want to stay for a moment, and rushed away, ignoring Liu Keer's call.
Wu Daozi couldn't help but punched Wan Dong on the shoulder and said with a smile: "You are really smart, you even dare to refute Song Yanhe's face."
Wan Dong shook his head and sighed: "It's a pity that Jin Sen escaped. I'm afraid it won't be that easy to kill him in the future."
"Why are you like this? You are so narrow-minded that you disregard the entire empire for the sake of your own hatred! No matter how high your cultivation level is, you cannot be called a hero!" Liu Ke'er angrily directed at Wan Dong shouted.
Wan Dong felt a little depressed. He glanced at Liu Ke'er, was too lazy to argue with her, and silently turned around and left.
"You..." Wandong's back made Liu Keer angry and helpless, and she kept stamping her feet.
"Boss, when did your cultivation become so powerful? And Wuyang, where did you learn that sharp swordsmanship? I think even if I want to defeat you, it will not be easy." Wan Dong When he and Wu Yang walked off the stage, Ling'er supported Hu Yue and walked up quickly. Hu Yue couldn't hide his excitement and asked repeatedly.
"Hehe... Who told you to not do your job and just pick up girls? In two days, I will completely trample you under my feet. By then, why don't you just call me second brother?" After listening to Hu Yue's words , Wu Yang was very proud.
Wan Dong patted Hu Yue's shoulder and said, "Xiao Hu, after you recover from your injury, I will pass on this set of swordsmanship to you. Your qualifications are better than Wu Yang's, and you are more willing to work hard than Wu Yang. In a few days, you will definitely be able to surpass him. Then it will be you who decides who steps on you!"
"Boss, are you so partial?" Wu Yang suddenly stopped laughing and cried out.
Wan Dong and Hu Yue looked at each other and laughed in unison.
"What about me, boss, can you teach me too?" Ling'er came over eagerly.
"As long as you are willing to learn, of course I will teach you!" Wan Dong had a very fond impression of Ling'er. Especially when he saw the blood stain on the corner of her mouth that had not yet been wiped off, he felt happy for Hu Yue from the bottom of his heart, and also He really regarded Ling'er as his younger brother and sister.
"I am willing, I am willing to learn!" Ling'er nodded hurriedly, the smile on her face as bright as a summer flower.
Seeing that the matter was over, Wu Daozi felt relieved, gave Wan Dong a few more words, and left.
Huyue and Ling'er's injuries were not very serious. Wandong used Tao Qi to treat them, and their injuries were almost healed.
"Wu Yang, please send Xiaohu and Ling'er back to rest."
"What about you, boss? Aren't you with us?" Wu Yang asked in surprise.
Wandong smiled and said, "I'm in a bad mood and want to walk around. Besides, Xiaohu's father doesn't like me very much. If I go, there is a high chance that Xiaohu will be hurt."
Hu Yue's father, Hu Jingqi, really didn't like Xu Yaoting very much. As a royal censor, Hu Jingqi had an upright character and could not hold a grain of sand in his eyes. He read Xu Yaoting's "evil deeds" several times and made Xu Wenchuan Lots of headaches.
Hearing what Wandong said, Huyue felt guilty and said, "Boss, that's because my father doesn't understand you..."
Wandong waved his hand, interrupted Hu Yue's words, and said, "Xiaohu, your father is the best official I have ever seen. If the Qingyun Empire has the last glimmer of hope, it must be because the Qingyun Empire still looks a little like your father." Such a good official. I have never blamed your father, let alone you. You don’t have to feel guilty at all.”
"Boss..." Hu Yue felt a little sad.
Wan Dong cheered up and said with a smile, "You guys go back!"
Looking at the figures of Wuyang, Huyue, and Ling'er fading away, the melancholy in Wandong's heart became more intense.
After walking out of Qingyun Martial Arts Academy, Wandong subconsciously headed towards the noodle shop. He hadn't seen Sister Ye Mei and Yue Zhong for a few days, and he didn't know if their injuries were better. Thinking of these, Wandong's pace became much faster.
"You've done evil, how can you do this?"
"That's right, this old couple is in their seventies or eighties, and they have no place to settle down. Wouldn't this mean that they should die?"
"Hush~~~ Keep your voice down, don't want to live anymore? You pissed off the Imperial Master and you don't even know how you died? Hey, but Mr. Yang is really pitiful..."
Not long after Wandong left, a burst of discussion in a deliberately lowered voice suddenly came from the front, which immediately attracted Wandong's attraction.
When I looked up, I saw a group of people surrounding a small tea shop, and the discussion came from there. Wan Dong frowned and leaned forward.
"Master Qu, I can't, Master Qu. Without this tea shop, we, the old couple, will have nowhere to go. How will we live? Master Qu..."
After squeezing through the crowd, Wandong saw an old man in his seventies at a glance, holding a middle-aged man in rich clothes and an arrogant expression, crying and begging loudly.
The old man's hair was gray and messy, his figure was thin and frail, his clothes were thin, and he could not help but shiver in the wind. Compared with the bloated Mr. Qu, he seemed to be from two different worlds, which made people feel desolate and sad.
"Old Mr. Yang, your tea shop has been spotted by the Imperial Preceptor. This is your luck, and the Imperial Preceptor has already given you gold. The world is so big, where can you two old people be? Can't go? I advise you not to make any more troubles, otherwise you will have to walk around without food!" Mr. Qu said coldly.
"You can't smash it, you can't smash it!" Mr. Qu and Mr. Yang were talking when suddenly there was a thunderclap in the tea shop, the porcelain shattered, the table fell and the chair collapsed, followed by several pictures in succession. The broken table was thrown out of the tea shop. (To be continued)