The master is so popular that his disciples want to commit crimes against him.

Bang!

Before he could finish, Mr. Lai fell straight back to the ground.

Tang Yixien had already knocked the man away with one palm.

At this moment, almost everyone present was stunned.

Mr. Lai had never suffered such a loss before. He stood up suddenly and said a classic sentence:

"If you don't accept my toast, you'll have to drink the penalty wine. Just a bunch of you young, tender-headed young masters? You dare to offend me? Why don't you go and ask around?"

The four of them indeed looked too young. People who practice Taoism are full of pure energy and thin, and they don't seem to have so much worldly airs.

It is inevitable that they look young and easy to be bullied.

They were not carrying swords and it was impossible to tell who they were.

"No one can leave today. This young master is mine. Come on, everyone, come on!"

"Oh, Mr. Lai, I'll let this young man apologize to you."

"Get lost." Mr. Lai pushed the waiter away.

The waiter was caught off guard and offended someone. He looked at the mess on the ground with a worried look on his face.

The guests who wanted to watch the fun stayed, while those who didn't wanted to leave.

Sheng Qingye's face turned ashen, and he clenched his back teeth tightly, suppressing the urge to crush someone to death.

Tang Yixien signaled the three of them not to move.

At this moment, a dozen people who looked like thugs suddenly rushed into the restaurant and surrounded Tang Yixin and his companions. The leader was holding a rope in his hand.

This is to tie Tang Yixien back.

"What are you looking at? Come on! Don't break my beautiful face."

Mr. Lai looked at Tang Yi with an envious smile.

"Sir, please apologize. Sir, you can't afford to offend me."

The people nearby couldn't bear to see the four young masters being bullied, so they all tried to persuade them.

They were afraid of being bullied by this lazy country gentleman.

An old woman spoke earnestly, not caring that she was too old to walk.

Tang Yixien smiled at the old man with comfort and gratitude.

"Be careful, no one should die." Tang Yixien whispered to his three disciples and stepped back.

Sheng Qingye was just waiting for this moment.

In a short while, the fight was going on everywhere, and the table and dishes were smashed to the ground.

The dozen or so thugs who surrounded him all fell to the ground almost instantly.

Almost too fast to see.

The people watching the excitement nearby sighed.

The old woman just now revealed shock and relief in her old and lifeless eyes.

Mr. Lai looked at the people lying on the ground, his eyes widened with fear, and he cursed,

"A bunch of trash."

The three of them beat up these thugs just enough to make them dazed but not brain damaged, and they couldn't die, but they couldn't stand up either.

Seeing this, Mr. Lai pointed at them and glanced at Tang Yixin.

It seems that he is still unwilling to give up.

He had never seen such a stunning person.

"Let's go! Just wait for me."

Mr. Lai turned around and ran away in embarrassment. The thugs on the ground stood up one after another and staggered away.

Sheng Qingye stared at the direction where Mr. Lai was walking with a cold gaze. In an instant, his eyes flashed, as if he noticed something.

Tang Yixien didn't want to make things worse, so he just let it go.

After Mr. Lai and his men left, the people around dared to whisper,

"It really vented my anger."

"is not that right?"

The waiter was alone picking up dishes and chopsticks on the ground, with a sad face and wiping tears.

Jin Xiaoxiao squatted down, took out one or two taels of gold and handed it to the waiter.

"Okay, don't worry."

This tael of gold is enough to buy three shops.

The waiter was stunned for a long time and didn't stand up.

It was getting late.

Tang Yixien warned the three of them not to run around, just like telling students going out for a trip, and then returned to his room.

He entered the room, closed the door, and ran to the bed. Fortunately, the bed was not hard.

He was still a little weak. After the long journey these past few days, Tang Yixin felt like he was about to fall apart.

This carriage didn't have any shock absorbers, and he slowly fell asleep while thinking about the shock absorbers.

In the second half of the night, the inn was exceptionally quiet, and occasionally the sound of the night watchman could be heard outside the window.

With a creak...a door opened quietly.

A red figure appeared in the corridor.

"Little Phoenix, you protect Master. Give me the tracking talisman."

A sharp and low voice suddenly sounded in the dark corridor. It was Sheng Qingye.

When the country gentleman was running away, he saw the tracking talisman cast by Xuan Yuran and stuck on the man's back.

Xuan Yuran was a little surprised. The talisman was very faint and few people could detect it.

It seemed that Sheng Qingye was staring at the scoundrel almost intently.

"Okay." Xuan Yuran said.

A golden talisman suddenly came into Sheng Qingye's hands.

It was a dark and windy night when a gloomy black figure appeared on the roof of a villa.

"Why are you crying? Serve me well, or I'll break your damn mother's legs tomorrow."

I could faintly hear the voice of Mr. Lai coming from under the eaves.

This was followed by the sound of a woman sobbing softly.

"Please, sir, don't do this, I already have a fiancé."

"Damn it, lie still. Cool down my temper quickly. I'll bring more people over tomorrow and show you how to deal with them."

The candles in the room suddenly went out.

"Who?" exclaimed Mr. Lai.

The woman on the bed was knocked unconscious by something in an instant.

Mr. Lai climbed down from the bed and grabbed a sword next to him.

Waving around.

"Come out...who?"

Then, he felt a sharp pain in his right hand.

"what....."

He raised his right hand in front of his eyes, and it was pitch dark. His hand was chopped off, leaving only a round black hole.

Blood instantly gushed out like a fountain, staining his clothes red.

"You touched him with this hand, right?" Sheng Qingye's cold black figure appeared like a ghost.

Mr. Lai recognized him as one of the people from today.

"Have mercy? Sir, have mercy. I know I was wrong, I know I was wrong."

"what...."

Immediately afterwards, Mr. Lai's other hand was also chopped off.

“My hand didn’t touch…”

The corners of Sheng Qingye's handsome lips curled up, and his smile was so strange under the moonlight that it made people feel cold all over.

"It will look better if we make a pair for you."

He picked up the two severed hands with a cloth in disgust and placed them in front of Mr. Lai.

Mr. Lai cried even harder, begging for mercy.

After doing this, Sheng Qingye stood up and left quietly.

Mr. Lai looked around and saw that the people had left. He raised his arms and cried for help.

"Someone come, someone come. Damn it... look how I kill him."

Mr. Lai became furious, his eyes burning with hatred.

Where is the man? His men had already been knocked unconscious by Sheng Qingye.

It's pitch black outside the window.

A golden figure watched Sheng Qingye leave, with a calm smile on his lips.

Jin Xiaoxiao walked into the house calmly. A strong smell of blood hit him in the face and he wrinkled his nose.

When Mr. Lai saw that another person came seeking revenge, he hurriedly curled up and leaned against the bed.

His body was covered in blood, but his face was full of ferocity, and his eyes, like copper bells, were wide open like those of an evil spirit.

Some evil people are born evil and never repent.

Jin Xiaoxiao moved her fan, and the candles in the room were instantly lit.

He looked up and saw the disheveled woman lying on the bed, and he understood.

He hates people like this the most.

"What do you want? My hand has been cut off, what else do you want?"