On this platform, many scholars raised their heads and looked in the same direction. They saw an old man pulling a wooden ox cart, which made a creaking sound and was coming towards them.
The ox cart moved slowly. The driver was a skinny old man with gray clothes, wrinkles on his face and hands.
I guess the people in the carriage are the saint's disciples.
The scholars present were eagerly watching, with nothing but admiration in their eyes. Someone was heard saying, "The Saint Prince is so simple, he only uses an old ox and a broken cart, and he is reluctant to buy a new cart. He even thinks riding a mountain sedan chair is a luxury."
"Compared to him, we are so extravagant. Although the things used by the Saint Prince are shabby, their elegance and grace make me feel ashamed."
"I heard that the saint was even more frugal and even ate leftovers. Look at this ox cart..."
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Hu Buping scratched his head, somewhat puzzled, "Why is the Saint's disciple using an ox cart? Why can't he get off and walk? Won't the ox get tired? This cart is too broken. It's harder for an ox to pull this broken cart up a high slope than a new one, and it's even harder to go down a steep slope! Why doesn't anyone feel sorry for the old ox?"
For a moment, there was silence on the platform, and every pair of eyes turned to Hu Buping.
Hu Buping was startled and said quickly: "Why take a bullock cart when there is a mountain cart? An old bull would be tired to death, which is enough for several mountain carts, right? Am I wrong?"
Huahu, Qingqiuyue and Li Xiaofan secretly groaned. Hu Buping was a straightforward person who said whatever he thought. In the past, when Su Yun's eyes were not well, they were always worried that the little fox would let something slip, so they had to shut him up every time.
After Su Yun's eyes recovered, they relaxed their vigilance. They never thought that in Shuofang City, they were still in trouble because of Hu Buping's bad mouth.
The oxcart driver also looked at him. Su Yun took a step forward, blocking the old driver's gaze, and said calmly: "Don't blame me, Saint disciple. My brother is a young boy and speaks without restraint. Please forgive me."
At this time, the carriage was opened from the inside, and a young man in a white robe that reached the ground walked out of the carriage with his head lowered, saying, "How can I blame you? This was originally my fault. Zhou Bo is my neighbor, who lives next door. When he heard that I was going to take the exam, he got up at night and wanted to send me there by ox cart. I was also confused and couldn't bear to refuse the old man, so I got on the cart. But I didn't expect to tire the old man, and even more so, I didn't expect to tire the old ox."
He straightened up, and his flawless face made the girls present hold their breath. Their minds were blank and the only sound in their ears was their own heartbeat.
Even men did not feel jealous of him, but instead felt peaceful inside.
The man in white clothes came to the side of the old ox pulling the cart, stroked the ox's head, kissed the ox's forehead, and said with a sob, "You have worked so hard."
The old cow knelt down on its front knees and actually shed tears for him.
The scholars around were deeply moved. A young girl burst into tears and said, "The cow is crying. It is crying for the mercy of the Holy Prince!"
She suddenly became so angry that she was shaking all over. She turned around and accused Hu Buping: "Even animals like cows know how to shed tears, know how to be grateful, and know how to sympathize. You are even worse than an animal!"
There was a cacophony of accusations all around, all blaming Hu Buping and praising the Saint Prince's mercy.
Hu Buping was stunned and wanted to defend himself, but his voice was not as loud as those people's, and no one listened to him.
At this time, the man in white stood up and shook his head, saying, "Please don't blame him, he is young after all."
"The Saint Prince is so kind!" someone else praised him loudly.
There were shouts of praise all around.
Hu Buping was at a loss. He looked at these people who were in an unreasonable state. He felt a little panic in his heart. He tugged at Su Yun's clothes and cried, "Brother Xiaoyun, am I really wrong? The city is so scary. Let's go back to the countryside..."
"You're not wrong, and we don't have to go back."
Su Yun's voice came, his tone was calm, and he said: "People who tell the truth are pushed back, and those who seek fame and reputation are prosperous. There is no such thing in the world."
Hua Hu frowned slightly. He heard strong anger in Su Yun's tone and was a little confused about where Su Yun's anger came from.
He looked up and saw Su Yun still standing in front of Hu Buping, facing the direction of the dilapidated ox cart, motionless.
Huahu was stunned, he saw that Su Yun's eyes were all white, only white pupils, no black pupils!
Hua Hu was shocked and immediately realized that someone was using extremely powerful energy and blood to oppress Su Yun, causing the blood in his eyes to flow backwards!
This caused Su Yun's "eye disease" to relapse, and he became blind again!
But this is not directed at Su Yun, but at Hu Buping!
When Hu Buping told the truth, someone launched an attack to suppress Hu Buping's blood and qi. Su Yun noticed this, so he stood in front of Hu Buping!
He has been standing here since the moment the White-robed Saint got off the car, which means that the blood pressure against Hu Buping has always been there!
This is where Su Yun’s anger comes from.
The man who attacked him kept suppressing the qi and blood for such a long time in order to force the qi and blood out of Hu Buping's brain and turn him into an idiot!
Hu Buping just told the truth, is it such a big sin
Huahu looked across to Su Yun. The Saint in white was no longer there. There was only Zhou Bo, who was driving. He looked very old and frail, like an ordinary country man.
"The Saint Prince's neighbor is probably a spiritualist, and a master among them, otherwise he would not be able to suppress Xiaoyun!"
Flower Fox was horrified, remembering what the owl from Linyi Village said: "City people eat people, but don't spit out the bones!"
Zhou Bo drove the ox cart and slowly left. Su Yun's pupils gradually appeared and recovered.
Huahu said worriedly: "Xiaoyun, you..."
"It's all right."
Su Yun waved his hand, his eyes fell on the saintly young man in white, and whispered: "This man, his reputation is his life! If you mess with his reputation, he will dare to take your life! If the saint's disciples are like this, then what about the saint himself?"
He was somewhat frightened, but more filled with anger.
If he had not stood in front of Hu Buping just now, Hu Buping's brain would have been in a state of ischemia during this period, and he would definitely have been brain dead. Even if he didn't die, he would have become an idiot!
"The reputation of a saint's disciple..." Su Yun snorted, took a step forward, and walked towards the saint in white.
"Xiaoyun!"
Huahu saw what he was thinking, and hurriedly grabbed his hand, whispering, "That's the Saint's disciple! The Saint is extremely powerful in Shuofang City, and the Saint is also loved by the scholars. If you touch him, the crowd will be outraged, and these scholars will beat you to death!"
Su Yun's hand swam like a dragon, and he escaped from his palm and walked towards the Saint Young Master in white: "Second brother, I'm not an old man with a gloomy mood. Why do I need to make so many calculations? When have the young people in Tianshiyuan ever been afraid of these things? You can't move, but I have to move!"
"You!" Huahu gritted his teeth.
The girl with twin ponytails blinked her big eyes, looked at the short kid curiously, and said, "Second brother..."
She was a little embarrassed and said, "I saw that they all called you second brother, so I'll call you second brother too. Second brother, what did Xiaoyun want to do just now that made you so angry?"
Hua Hu said angrily: "He's going to beat someone up!"
"Who to hit?" the girl with twin ponytails asked excitedly, looking towards Su Yun.
The crowd surrounded the Saint Prince in white. Everywhere there were excited faces and flattering voices. Many scholars were proud to see him and to speak to him.
The Saint in White responded with a smile and was very patient, without any unhappiness at all.
Su Yun pushed through the crowd and walked straight to the Saint in white, rolling up his sleeves.
The Saint in white was startled for a moment, then smiled and said, "Brother?"
Bang!
Su Yun's fist landed hard on his left cheek, and power exploded, using the first move of the Ape Master Technique, White Ape Hanging on the Tree!
The body of the Saint in white seemed to be pulled out of the crowd by an upward force, and flew backwards in a spin. He turned more than ten times in the air before falling heavily to the ground.
Su Yun retracted his fist, suddenly bent his legs and squatted down among the astonished crowd of scholars, then jumped into the air.
The next moment, he landed in front of the Saint in white, and his feet landed with a loud thud.
The Saint in white had a crooked neck and he climbed up shakily with his hands on the ground. The moment he stood firm, Su Yun raised his knee and hit him hard in the lower abdomen.
The dragon roared, and the dragon emerged from the abyss used its free-hand fighting style. He used his knees as weapons and exerted extremely fierce and domineering power.
"you… "
The Saint Young Master in white was furious, and was about to mobilize his energy and blood to fight back, but suddenly his legs went weak and he fell to his knees. He supported himself with his hands and vomited loudly. He looked in a miserable state, no longer the image of the young master in white clothes as white as snow.
"A saint's disciple is nothing more than that."
Su Yun turned around and saw hundreds of scholars standing in front of him, looking extremely angry.
"Why did you attack the Saint Prince?" a girl asked sternly with a distorted face.
"He has soiled the Saint's clothes!" someone screamed.
"He hit the Saint Prince's face so hard that it's swollen!" someone cried.
"The Saint Prince vomited!"
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Suddenly, Su Yun's clothes were bulging due to his own violent blood and energy, and he shouted: "Shut up!"
The dragon roar formed by the fusion of the four thunder sounds and the voice of He Jingkong mixed together, as if they came from the sky, suppressing the voices of everyone in the audience, making their minds go blank. Suddenly, there was complete silence and no one spoke anymore.
Su Yun looked around and said in a cold voice: "If you have the ability to protect your master, then kill me in the Tianlin Shangjingtu. If you don't have the ability, then don't chirp like a little bird and just add to the annoyance!"
He was about to pass through the crowd when suddenly the voice of the Saint in White came from behind him: "Brother, stop!"
Su Yun stopped and turned his head.
The Saint in White wiped the dirt from the corner of his mouth and took a breath. "Don't worry, I won't attack you like you attacked me. I will give you a fair chance and compete with you in the Tianlin Shangjingtu. I don't know why you attacked me and why you humiliated me, but I can't let my master be humiliated!"
"Tsk." Su Yun sneered and pushed through the crowd.
A young scholar stood up straight in front of him, staring at him fiercely with fiery eyes, and said in a harsh voice: "The Saint Prince is talking to you..."
Su Yun pushed his palm and pressed it on the young scholar's face, knocking him to the ground.
The young man fell heavily to the ground and his shoes flew into the air.
Su Yun walked past him and said calmly, "What does it have to do with you if I beat him up?"
The crowd that had suppressed their anger just now suddenly became angry again, and scholars rushed over one after another: "Shao Jun's scholar is injured, you can't leave!"
Su Yun did not stop, and the yellow bell appeared. When the bell rang, white apes jumped out one after another, and the thirty-six free-hand moves of the spirit apes attacked from all directions. The scholars who rushed over immediately fell to the ground, and wailing was everywhere.
Su Yun walked past the fallen people, and said with a smile: "What does it have to do with you if I beat them up?"
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