When Master Yang Ping saw the old shopkeeper's appearance, his heart trembled slightly. He took a few steps and picked up the bamboo knife, sighed and said, "Dean, do you know why my junior brother and I started using the bamboo knife?"

Seeing that the old shopkeeper did not respond, Yang Ping said to himself: "Someone wants to see it," he stared at the old shopkeeper's eyes and continued: "Many times, we cannot do what we want to do. I can't, nor can the head of the sect, let alone the junior brother? He has not gone down a mountain once in more than 20 years. Do you think he doesn't want to go down the mountain? Or do you think we are suppressing him and not let him go down the mountain? The outside world says how powerful the people on our mountain are, how they can do whatever they want without breaking the rules. In fact, these old guys on our mountain know that they are just deceiving themselves."

"We have several mountains on our mountain, and they are quite difficult to move."

After hearing this, the old shopkeeper shook his head and sneered, "So you are willing to use bamboo knife? Are you willing to draw a jail here for the rest of your life?"

The old man Gao smiled and looked at the bamboo knife in his hand and said, "In fact, sometimes, it's nothing bad to use bamboo knife. After all, it doesn't hurt people. It's better to hold it and play with it. It won't hurt yourself, let alone others."

The old shopkeeper seemed helpless and sighed, "The old monk's attitude is the same as yours?" He turned around and continued with his hands behind his back, "Actually, I can guess that he asked me to come to Taiheshan. First, let me talk to you a few words to let me know your attitude, and then I will know his attitude."

"Well, when I came, I was a little mentally prepared. If you don't agree, I will do it myself." The old shopkeeper said and walked out of the hall. "Some things really have to be done by myself. At least I still have a little bit of the backbone of scholars. Unlike some people, who have lived for most of their lives, they have not understood some principles thoroughly."

Just as the old shopkeeper was about to step out of the hall, a gust of wind came. When he turned around, he saw a bamboo knife rushing towards him. The old shopkeeper gently pointed his toes, and then he fell back a few big steps. But the bamboo knife still followed him, and the speed was getting faster and faster. The old shopkeeper stretched out two fingers and just pinched the bamboo knife, but gradually he found that he couldn't resist it. So after whispering a few words, his fingers gradually exerted force and directly crushed the bamboo knife.

At this moment, the old shopkeeper's whole body was already outside the hall. When he wanted to step into the hall again, he found that he could not take any steps. He looked down and found that his feet had been tied up by several bundles of immortal ropes at some point.

The old shopkeeper was a little angry and cursed: "Stir, do you think you can tie me up with a broken bamboo knife and a few broken ropes?"

The hall was silent for a few seconds.

Then the voice of the tall old man came again.

"superior!"

The old shopkeeper's feet were tied up so much that he could only squat slightly. He cursed: "Stinky Taoist, are you really playing?!"

"good!"

He used the energy in his body and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but he found that his throat seemed to be pinched.

"like!"

The old shopkeeper had completely kneeled down and pinched his throat with both hands. He was even very difficult to breathe at this moment.

"water!"

With the word "water" coming from the hall, the old shopkeeper collapsed completely to the ground, his eyes closed, as if he fainted.

A tall old man slowly walked out of the house, his face full of sweat, holding a handful of stroking dust in his hand, and found that there was still some golden light on his face. He walked outside the hall, took Fuchen back, tied it around his waist, freed up his hands to pick up the old shopkeeper, and then slowly walked down the mountain.

Of course, I'm taking another path.

Master Yang Ping murmured to the fainting old shopkeeper: "Dean, don't blame me for doing this, it's really for your own good. Even if I haven't knocked you out today, Master Hope is on the mountain. I just snatched my fingers a few days ago. You will definitely not stop here, but it's good, just stay in the mountain for a while."

After a while, Master Yang Ping carried the old shopkeeper to the foot of the mountain, and followed a young path next to him with a bad-looking face.

The young Taoist face was pale at the moment. Although it was not the first time that his senior brother hit the foot of the mountain with his palm, this time, the senior brother obviously did not retract much, which caused his breath in his body to be disordered and he could not even use a Taoist technique. However, when he looked at the old shopkeeper who was fainting at this moment, he still laughed secretly, but the voice was a little loud and was stared at by Master Yang Ping.

Master Yang Ping said to Qiu Haoqiong: "You carry the dean back to his room in our backyard. He will wake up in about twelve hours. You just need to deliver the food to the room on time. Remember, it must be done according to his preferences."

"This... this senior brother, although I don't know what happened to you in the temple on the top of the mountain, just look at this posture, you are the winner. But I see the dean's temperament. After you were knocked out by you, he woke up and saw me as soon as he saw me, so he would not beat me half to death?" Young Xiaodao hugged his chest with his hands, shook his head and whispered.

The old man Gao took out the dust from his waist and waved it gently at the young path. The latter flew out again and landed heavily in a few seconds.

Qiu Haoqiong, who was lying on the ground, had his head hanging down again and did not dare to speak.

Master Yang Ping looked at his junior brother and shouted: "Why do I have such a greedy and stupid junior brother as a greedy and afraid of death? Let's not talk about whether the dean will really beat you to death, but I will say that I knocked him out and would definitely not let him run away. I must have done something! Why are you not thinking about anything in your head? Are you really blinded by the false reputation of the outside world?"

The young Taoist quickly waved his hand and laughed and said, "There is nothing."

"I used the Phoenix Immortal Rope to seal all the meridians of the dean, but I didn't seal his hands and feet. However, except for his better body than ordinary people, he can't use any true qi. He will definitely not be able to beat you. You have been with the dean for a while and don't let him go down the mountain. If something goes wrong, you will only ask." said Master Yang Ping.

Qiu Haoqiong nodded, thinking in his heart that he would not recover one day, so he would not overturn Taihe Mountain?

After Yang Ping said that, he left, leaving two people, one old and one young.

Young Tao looked at the "corpse" on the ground, shook his head with a wry smile, and whispered: "Director, Dean, after your meridians recover, don't cause trouble for me. You must teach that man a lesson. I have no grudges and no grudges. I will tell me what you want to eat during this period. I will try to find everything for you. If not, I will spend money to let the chef at the foot of the mountain go up the mountain to make it for you personally!"

After the young trail finished speaking, the old shopkeeper on the ground moved slightly. Qiu Haoqiong was so scared that he took several steps back and did not dare to get close. He whispered: "Director?Director? Are you awake?"

But the people on the ground were silent.

After half a stick of incense, Qiu Haoqiong dared to slowly lean over. He slowly passed by. Just as he was about to pick up the dean, the person on the ground suddenly opened his eyes wide and stared at him.

Fortunately, Qiu Haoqiong did not dare to let go of his hand, for fear that the dean would fall to the ground, and his voice trembled slightly, "Dean, are you really awake?" Then he smiled faintly, "I knew with the dean's Tongtian cultivation level, how could he be easily knocked out? It must have been deliberately giving in to the senior brother, right? That old man was unwilling to admit defeat. If you beat him, he would definitely hold a grudge against you for a long time."

The old shopkeeper seemed to feel bored and rolled his eyes to a young man. Then he whispered: "Let me down."

So the young Taoist, who had no camp, put down the old shopkeeper. After standing, the latter moved his body, stretched his body, and said to Qiu Haoqiong: "Your senior brother has become more conscious now, and I don't know who I learned from."

Young Tao turned his eyes and looked at the old shopkeeper with a questioning look.

The old shopkeeper twisted his neck and said, "The stinky Taoist priest set up a formation with stroking dust the moment I entered the hall. When I met me, he used the small bamboo knife to distract me, which caused me not to discover the mystery in the hall. Now, if you think about it carefully, tsk tsk... It's really a cunning person."

While listening, Young Dao kept nodding, and occasionally made an echo of "Oh, so that's it." The old shopkeeper saw it and kicked Young Dao in the butt, but this kick was not used force, and in fact it couldn't be used force.

However, Qiu Haoqiong still let out a sigh.

"In fact, the stinky Taoist priest underestimated my strength, overestimated his broken rope, and what was going on after twelve hours. I woke up when he hugged me down the mountain. If I hadn't heard him say that the old monk also wanted to force me to keep me, I would have tried to lose my cultivation when I went down the mountain, forcibly wielding the energy, and then argued with the stinky Taoist priest. Unfortunately, I can't beat it, forget it, it's rare to be plotted." The old shopkeeper seemed to be recalling the battle just now, maybe it was also to listen to the young Taoist.

Qiu Haoqiong was still secretly surprised. Even if the senior brother plotted and used Taoism like this, the old dean could wake up immediately? And in fact, he could still have the power to fight? He knew his senior brother's realm. He had previously discovered that someone was using Taoist mantras on the top of the mountain.

Generally speaking, even the most powerful monks, especially those who are Taoist, will lose a lot of true energy when using Taoist mantras. This is why ordinary monks do not use it easily. But even old monsters like Senior Brother who have been in Yitong Realm for many years have to use this trick to knock the dean unconscious. The young Taoist was still a little surprised.

What's even more terrifying is that this is the situation where the senior brother sets up the formation in advance.

What if we face each other and use Confucian principles to meet Taoist mantras?

The young Taoist dared not think about it, and I felt that most of the Tianzhu Peak would be cut down, and this hall probably no longer exists.

That's all silver.

After the old shopkeeper caught a glimpse of the young path that was wandering thousands of miles away, he quickly interrupted him and sneered: "I know what you are thinking about. Are you thinking of which one is better, me or your senior brother?" He paused and continued, "This is really hard to say."

He rubbed his waist again, looked at the sky and murmured: "If you really fight, you will never be able to get out of bed for three days."

After hearing this, the young Taoist couldn't help laughing a few times.
Chapter completed!