Reborn! The terminally ill prince has taken a fancy to me again

Chapter 193 Confrontation
It was a man in a ragged linen shirt. His old face was covered with wrinkles. At this moment, he was standing in front of a small wooden table, with tears in his eyes, glaring at the white-robed apostles not far away who were making sarcastic remarks.

"If it weren't for you people who snatched my melon baby, my mother-in-law wouldn't be able to get sick. Now my child is still dead, so you return my child!"

The more the man spoke, the angrier he became, until finally he raised his fist and was about to throw at the white-robed apostle.

"Ah, ah, you beat someone! What kind of upbringing do you guys have? It's simply vulgar!"

"Do you dare to say that we are vulgar?! It's just you who are wearing big white cloths and talking all day long, saying these sarcastic remarks, you are not robbing your own children!"

"That's to choose a suitable soul boy for the gods, and besides, your family has been compensated accordingly for these!"

"We don't want these! We just want our own children!"

……

There was a lot of noise under the teahouse, and I don't know if there is an extra saint who can support him now, and the sorrow and unwillingness that have been accumulated in my heart for a long time have all found an outlet at this time.

The sackcloth poor pointed angrily at the white-robed apostle, ignoring the officers and soldiers who came to suppress them, as if desperately wanting to make a move.

"Tsk, it's really messed up."

On the left half of the carved window above the three-story building, Qiu Shangyun shook the delicate teacup with his left hand and leaned sideways on the soft pillow, looking at the noise below, and frowned impatiently:

"Do those fools really think that a pickled product is their savior? Oh, it's really ridiculous. I will let them know what will happen if they disobey God's will and disobey God's will."

His eyes showed cruelty, and he ordered to the silent woman in red who was following behind him:
"Remember the troublemakers below, bring them to the punishment hall when you go back, and enlighten them for the god."

"Yes."

The noise from below still continued. The white-robed apostles always only sang praises to God's achievements, and they had practiced scolding others.

They were so angry that they blushed, looked at the poor people who were getting more and more swear words, and finally squeezed out a sentence: "You are so noisy, but where is your holy fairy? Didn't you say that you are here to discuss and give lectures?" ? People?"

The poor people are so stupid when they are asked, they are not someone from Shengxian, how would they know when she will come to discuss and give lectures.

The white-robed apostle, who had just squeezed out his teeth and shouted, saw that the other party was listless, and immediately raised his expression again. He wanted to say a few more words, but suddenly felt his body tilted—a huge force kicked him to the ground. He landed on the ground, head down, and fell straight onto the ground.

This suddenness shocked everyone else. They watched a young man with his hair combed into a ponytail and wearing a blue robe with white patterns similar to a Taoist robe indifferently brushed off his robe. He then flicked the whisk, showing a quiet and gentle expression laugh.

"The weather is so good, but the few of you are becoming more and more irritable. This is not good, not good."

Several white-robed apostles glanced at their companions who were kicked to the ground: ...? ? ?
"Holy Immortal, Holy Immortal!" In contrast, those who desperately saw him were extremely excited.

The young man nodded slightly with a smile, signaling to them.

"So you are the holy fairy who came down from Qingfeng Mountain?" A white-robed apostle looked him up and down, and then sneered contemptuously, "It doesn't look like much. At this age, you might as well be my son."

The young man didn't care about the ridicule, and said with a faint smile: "A fool who doesn't know right from wrong, doesn't know the truth, doesn't deserve to be a father."

"What do you mean?!"

The boy didn't answer him, and quietly walked out of the crowd, as if he was about to leave.

"Holy Immortal." Seeing him like this, the poor people waiting on the side couldn't help but stepped forward, wanting to stop him but hesitated in jerky fear, "You...you said you want to teach in a civilized way, and now we are all here, why do you want to stop him?" I'm leaving..."

"I have finished my lecture today."

"what?"

The boy's indifferent words made the poor people look at each other in blank dismay. Are you done?When did it happen... Could it be that they were too busy arguing to get so dizzy that they lost their memory?
"Just now you were confronting each other, and what you blurted out was the lesson I taught you today." The young man said slowly, "Facing injustice, being able to speak out what's in your heart without fear, and fighting hard for yourself, this time It's much better than just sitting there in a daze, waiting for some gods to beg for mercy."

"What are you doing nonsense?!" The white-robed apostles immediately turned their eyebrows coldly after hearing his words, "You are not allowed to speak rudely to God!"

The young man raised his eyebrows and looked at them, and said, "Speaking poorly? What decree has come from your gods that I speak rudely? If not, then why do you people speculate on God's will? In this way, in fact, you are not as good as you at God. It’s so reverent in the imagination.”

"presumptuous!"

A shout of anger came from the upper floor, and the robes of silver light like a bright moon were swaying on the ground, and the handsome and flawless man walked down slowly. When the apostles in white robes who were still ugly at first saw it, their eyes immediately shone with scorching light .

"Master National Teacher!"

They all clenched their fists with their right hands and placed them on their left chests, bowing their heads respectfully, while the poor people who were still feeling emotional about the boy's words also changed their faces at this moment.

Oh... here we come...

The corner of the young man's mouth curled up slightly, and then he retracted it in an instant just before the handsome man walked in front of him.

"Are you the holy fairy who came down from Qingfeng Mountain?" Qiu Shangyun looked up and down the person in front of him, with a strange look in his eyes, and said with a sneer, "A wild-haired boy who doesn't know where he came from, dare to speak out here, I think you are really serious!" Tired of living."

"No way." The young man smiled softly, "I'm just telling the truth here. I don't know where the pain of stepping on the national teacher made you so mocking. Is this the so-called god's will?"

Qiu Shangyun took two steps forward, reaching out his hand as if to shake the loose hair from the young man's temples, the young man stepped back and looked at him vigilantly, but this look made Qiu Shangyun faintly laugh out loud.

He bent down and whispered: "Although I don't know what your intentions are, but if you continue to make trouble, aren't you afraid that your favorite husband will go to hell? Your Royal Highness..."

Young man, no, Hua Zuili's eyes flickered coldly, and he also said in a deep voice: "What good things have you done, you know best in your heart, my husband's current messy appearance, is it because of you!"

"Huh? Do you have any evidence?"

"Qiu Shangyun, stop pretending, I tell you, any man who dares to touch me will definitely have to pay the price!"

(End of this chapter)