Chu Linguang knew that Yang Xiaoqing was able to embark on a path of cultivation, it was Yang Xiaoqing's blessing, not to mention that the old nun herself was a great master and strong, and she would surely give Yang Xiaoqing a bright future.
Aunt Zhang must agree to all the current premises.
"Chu Linguang, there is nothing to do with you here, so if I go to Taimiao Mountain with my master or not, my mother can't control you for anything that hinders you, so why do you care about me?"
Yang Xiaoqing was furious.
The more calm Chu Linguang was, the more uncomfortable she was.
"Snapped!"
Chu Linguang raised his hand and slapped Yang Xiaoqing's face.
Fan Yang Xiaoqing was stunned.
"If it wasn't for Aunt Zhang's instructions, let me take care of you safely, otherwise, what is your life and death to do with me, where are you going, and what is my business?"
Chu Linguang said angrily.
The previous remarks made by Yang Xiaoqing made him angry and almost couldn't restrain it. At this moment, Yang Xiaoqing dared to accuse Chu Linguang, how could Chu Linguang stand it.
"Master, he knew that I was your disciple, so he dared to beat me. You can't let him go."
Yang Xiaoqing covered her face, squatted on the ground, hugging the old nun's legs, crying loudly.
Chu Linguang's words made her frustrated.
She originally thought that Chu Linguang still cared about her, and continued to maintain a arrogant posture. She wanted Chu Linguang to beg her bitterly, but unexpectedly Chu Linguang's words made her realize that Chu Linguang was here only for the sake of Aunt Zhang.
"At a young age, the anger is not small. The poor and the nuns are everywhere, and you never need anyone's consent to take away. I order you to go right away."
Under Yang Xiaoqing's instigation, the old nun also got angry.
"Master is a monk, so I can't tell right from wrong. It seems that I have to complete Aunt Zhang's account."
Chu Linguang smiled.
"It's time to fight."
When the old nun heard the words, a sharp look appeared on her face, and she swept the dust away from her hand, and directly slammed Chu Linguang's head.
As a great master, she gently swipes the whisk in her hand, and the whisk can directly sweep off the bamboo with a large bowl.
It's just that the whisk fan directed towards Chu Linguang, and Chu Linguang did not evade, and when he lifted it up, he grabbed the whisk, and it was neat and clean without any injuries.
"Um?"
The old nun was surprised.
It's not easy to be able to catch her whisk.
She withdrew forcefully, trying to withdraw the whisk, but found that she couldn't move it at all.
"With this little skill, you also want to start a sect and learn martial arts?"
Chu Linguang snorted coldly.
"court death."
The old nun was completely enraged.
Stepping forward quickly, with vigorous inner strength, covering his palms, he slapped Chu Linguang's chest with a thunderous force. He expected that his master and strong would slap Chu Linguang's chest with his palm, and Chu Linguang would be a stunt. If you don't die, you have to be disabled.
However, Chu Linguang remained indifferent, allowing the old nun to slap his chest.
The vigorous inner strength in the old nun's palm technique, at the moment when he touched Chu Linguang's body, it seemed as if a mud cow entered the sea and disappeared without a trace. I don't know if it was swallowed by Chu Linguang or was invisibly dissolved by Chu Linguang.
You know, Chu Linguang has inherited the spiritual realm cultivation base.
The strength is unfathomable.
A great master, an ordinary martial artist, is the supreme existence, but in the eyes of Chu Linguang, it is completely scum.
"you..."
The old nun was dumbfounded.
She obviously exhausted all her strength, but Chu Linguang had nothing to do.
"I have nothing."
Chu Linguang said faintly, and then his chest shook, as if the essence of his body was gathered in his chest, roaring out, and directly rushing into the palm of the old nun.
"what!"
The old nun was directly shocked.
He broke his arm, hit the wall and rolled to the ground, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood.
"Master."
The little nun yelled.
Yang Xiaoqing also screamed, but the little nun was very fast and rushed to the old nun. Yang Xiaoqing looked at Chu Linguang in surprise. The old nun she admired for a long time seemed vulnerable in Chu Linguang's hands.
"Sir, please forgive me! The poor nun has no eyes, please forgive me, Mr."
The old nun endured the severe pain as if he was approaching an enemy, and bowed to Chu Linguang.
The little nun was also shivering with fright and knelt aside.
This scene made Yang Xiaoqing unacceptable.
I couldn't believe my eyes.
"Don't be nervous, I won't kill you."
Chu Linguang said lightly.
"Thank you sir for your kindness."
The old nun said excitedly.
Then she looked at Yang Xiaoqing, and she smiled at Chu Linguang: "Mr. Talent, Miss Yang will follow me back to Taimiao Mountain. She will only miss her. Mr. Don't worry, I will never disturb Miss Yang again."
"Master..."
Yang Xiaoqing was taken aback, could it be that he had to give up.
"You have such a powerful person by your side, and you didn't tell me before. From now on, you will practice with your husband, and you will be a hundred times better than with me."
The old nun smiled embarrassedly.
I was complaining in my heart.
"The teacher has misunderstood too much. How could Miss Yang look at my cultivation base, and how could I lead her to practice."
Chu Linguang reminded.
"this..."
The old nun didn't know what to say for a while.
Yang Xiaoqing burst into tears, regretting anxiously in her heart.
"Master let me follow you!"
Yang Xiaoqing said.
Having been rejected by Chu Linguang, she could only hold the old nun's thigh tightly.
The old nun looked around at Chu Linguang and Yang Xiaoqing, not knowing what to do.
"You originally came to pick her up to Taimiao Mountain. Since she wants to go, you can take her with her."
Chu Linguang said.
"Yes!"
The old nun kowtowed.
Then stood up, took Yang Xiaoqing's hand, and said, "Xiaoqing, follow the teacher back to Taimiao Mountain, and the teacher will teach you martial arts, so that you can become a successor to the teacher."
"Thank you, Master."
Yang Xiaoqing kept crying, and the words of the old nun made her wonder whether to cry or laugh.
It can be seen that the old nun valued her because of Chu Linguang.
The little nun on the side was unwilling to do anything, but she didn't dare to do anything, just bit her lip.
"Yang Xiaoqing is my Aunt Zhang's daughter. I ask Aunt Zhang to explain. You'd better take her to see Aunt Zhang and listen to your old man's opinions."
Chu Linguang didn't want to be blamed by Aunt Zhang.
"Yes."
The old nun nodded, how could she dare to neglect.
"Xiaoqing, take your teacher to your house!"
The old nun smiled.
"Master, without my mother's consent, let's leave now."
Yang Xiaoqing vaguely remembered that the old nun had told her before that she had to come to meet in the shortest time possible, and when she was too late, she had the opportunity to go to Taimiao Mountain for practice.
And now, under Chu Linguang's awe, the old nun actually wanted to take her to the door to see Aunt Zhang in person.
Yang Xiaoqing was angry, but Chu Linguang had to control everything.
Chu Linguang looked at the old nun.
The old nun struck a heart-warming gesture, and said to Yang Xiaoqing earnestly: "My parents' command is too great to take you into Taimiao Mountain. You must ask your mother if you agree, go, and follow me to see your mother."
Speaking of this, the old nun took the frustrated Yang Xiaoqing to find Aunt Zhang.