Yun Yong laughed, dragged his body, bent down, and grabbed Zheng Sanpao's collar by the back of his neck. With all his strength, Zheng Sanpao's entire upper body unnaturally tilted back.
Just now, he fell so hard that half of Zheng Sanbiao's face fell to the ground first, his skin was scratched, and a big tooth fell out. His mouth was full of blood, and he was dizzy. He could only feel the sky in his ears. It hummed like a drum, scratching and pushing forward subconsciously.
"I said, winning you is as easy as winning a girl—"
Ma Yunyong raised his sand bowl-sized fist and punched Zheng Biao on the nose.
boom!
Zheng Biao's nasal bone burst, thick blood splashed out like an overturned soy sauce bottle.
Cervical spine jerked back, rolled his eyes, and poor Mr. Zheng was knocked unconscious by Mr. Ma on the spot.
"Boy, now you know how powerful your third master Ma is."
As soon as Ma Yunyong let go, Zheng Biao's fainted body fell to the ground.
Absolute strength plus absolute will, in the end, defeated skill and cultivation.
"Yun Yong, good job—"
The audience disciples of Qingyun swarmed forward.
Seeing the little uncle in the distance sticking out his thumb and smiling at him, the words are self-evident-good job.
Ma Yunyong was about to tear apart, but he couldn't hide his smile. Thumbs up like the little master-I won. Then his mind relaxed, Ma Yunyong only felt that the world turned around, his eyes went dark, he fell to the ground, and passed out.
"Yunyong—"
Ye Qingxuan turned pale with shock, exerted all his internal strength, and rushed over.
After a little exploration, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Although the body suffered a lot of traumas, they were all skin traumas and bone injuries, and the internal injuries were not serious, so there was no need to worry about future troubles. Then he took out a pill from his bosom and stuffed it into Yun Yong's mouth.
Then he said to the surrounding disciples: "Send the bearded man back to his room and have a good rest."
"Yes, little master—"
Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but sighed when he saw the disciples around carrying Yunyong back to the temple with great care. It seems that my decision today is not wrong. The disciples of Qingyun Guan are united as one, and finally they have some appearance. That Yunyong is a good guy and worth cultivating.
Ye Qingxuan pondered for a moment, then turned around and walked up to Zheng Biao who was lying on the ground.
Although this Zheng Biao was aggressive and aggressive, it was ultimately the fault of the child's exuberant energy. It was only due to the poor supervision of the elders in the family. What's more, this unlucky boy is only a teenager, and he has already been able to practice a white-level martial arts so well, so he has a bit of talent. What's especially rare is that this Zheng boy is not a dude, but he has the courage to admit defeat, without twitching, and he still has a bit of a free and easy temperament.
For the sake of nephew Yunyong, I should just be a good guy. There is no need to add an unnecessary enemy just because of the child's competitive heart.
Judging from Qingyun's outlook on the future, this enemy will never be less, so why worry about it.
The servants brought by Zheng Biao were quite panicked at this time, trying to take their young master away for medical treatment indiscriminately.
Seeing the little Taoist priest from Qingyun Temple approaching, it made several servants very wary, afraid that it would be bad for the young master again.
"Little Taoist priest, what are you going to do? My young master is the son of the Zheng family in Qingyang Town. He must be forgiving and forgiving. Don't mess around."
The servant who was fighting against the enemy before was a bit more courageous, and shouted tremblingly, but his voice was trembling, rather harsh on the outside and soft on the inside.
This is not to blame for these servants, after all, he is also a martial artist, how can these ordinary people who have not entered the ranks of martial arts practice not be afraid.
Qing Xuan smiled slightly, and said lightly: "It's okay, I'll take a look at him—"
Ye Qingxuan walked directly to Zheng Biao's side, ignoring the vigilant Yanshen of several servants.
At this time, Zheng Biao's nose collapsed, his face was covered with blood, and he was unconscious.
Ye Qingxuan directly found two willow branches, stuffed them into his nose, straightened his nose, took out a green pill from his bosom, and stuffed it into Zheng Biao's mouth.
"This, this is—" The servants obviously wanted to stop them, but after making a move, they didn't dare to step forward again.
"Don't worry, it's a life-saving elixir, not a poison..."
Sigh secretly, although this [Cao Mu Dan] is only a white-level elixir, its function is only to dispel internal injuries and gather a little energy, but it was also stolen from the master with great difficulty. It was useless for me once, but I used it all Helping others is really easy to come and easy to go.
Massaging slowly on Zheng Biao's chest, the medicine melted away, and after a while, Zheng Biao came to life.
Looking at the little Taoist priest in front of him, he knew that it was the senior uncle. Zheng Biao didn't thank him, but just sighed and said dejectedly: "Oh, I didn't expect to lose to that stupid big man again— "
"Benefactor Zheng was joking—"
Seeing the doubts on Zheng Biao's face, Ye Qingxuan smiled softly: "Actually, none of you lost, you all won, and you beat yourself - it's pretty good - after all, you are still young... It's too early to lose." where?"
Patting Zheng Biao on the shoulder, Ye Qingxuan walked back to Qingyun Temple with a smile.
Yes, they are still young.
Youth is capital.
Do anything, as long as you don’t give up, it’s not over; if you don’t end, you won’t fail; if you don’t fail, how can you lose
Looking at the little Taoist boy drifting away.
Zheng Biao was speechless for a moment. Although he lost and suffered a disastrous defeat, his heart had never been so open. He just felt that he had a goal in his life, but what was the goal? Looking at the figure of the little Taoist priest in the distance, Zheng Biao felt a little empty in his heart for a moment... At the same time, he felt itchy on his face, and his nose was a little hot. In an instant, he grimaced in pain.
This time it seems that I have to lie down for another two months. But that bastard Ma Yunyong will definitely lie down longer than me.
"Let's go—let's go home—" Even though he lost, Zheng Biao had never felt so happy. That little bull nose is right, I'm only twelve years old, young, and have time... I lost to that beast, but I won myself, and I won't lose forever.
He yelled vigorously, but he couldn't get any response from the servants. Zheng Biao looked back with some doubts, but he saw several servants staring at the back of the little Taoist priest who was going away. Human-like dementia.
He gave the nearest servant a big mouth, and angrily said: "Bastard, don't send me home, young master—"
"Yes, yes—the third young master—"
Finally, the servants who came back to their senses carried Zheng Biao down the mountain hurriedly.
Zheng Biao pulled out the willow branch from his nose, blew his bloody nose, and put it aside.
Looking back at the plaque under the shade of willows: "Qingyunguan".
"Alas—I lose if I lose—I really don't understand why I can't admit it—" Zheng Biao muttered inarticulately, and at the same time, the figure of a handsome Taoist boy came to mind again, "That old-fashioned talker 'Little Martial Uncle'—what the hell is it?"
Just after everyone dispersed, two figures turned out from the mountain road not far from the Guanmen, two Taoist priests, one with white hair, a radiant face, and a refined image; the other had a square face and a short beard under his jaw. , with a serious face...
"Qingzheng, what do you think?" the old Taoist priest asked.
"Master, is it a little bit too much for the little junior brother to force his disciples to fight with the martial artist? Fortunately, there were no serious consequences, otherwise this..."
But the two are the most important leaders of Qingyun Temple, Daoist Lingxu and his disciple Qingzheng Taoist. But I don't know why the two of them appeared here together.
Hearing Qingzheng's words, Master Lingxu shook his head with a laugh, and said, "You, you - you are usually too upright, you must know that your third junior brother has already figured out the hurdle, otherwise even if you No matter how much Qingxuan begged, for the sake of Guanzhong's reputation, your third junior brother would not agree to Qingxuan easily, just because he also thought of the reason..."
"Master, this..." Lu Qingzheng looked bewildered, not knowing how to answer Master.
"Hehe, Qingzheng, you don't have to think too much. Your character has always been upright. Of course, you don't think more than Qingsong's naughty temper. This is not your fault, on the contrary, it is your advantage—as for Qingxuan, hehe, he just did it. Something I want to do, but have been hesitant to do."