After rebirth, the leader only wants to be with the shadow guard

Zhao Shengyi did not give up and did not take Master Jingtai seriously. Instead, he tried to pull the young disciple behind him.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, it was blown away by a gust of air.

The airflow was soft yet strong. Although it was light, it made it impossible to resist.

Zhao Shengyi was shocked and looked up at the platform.

"You, how can a monk like you have such profound inner strength?"

Master Jingtai smiled more, patted the young disciple behind him, told him not to be afraid, and then looked at Zhao Shengyi.

"Master Zhao, you are still young and don't know many things about your past. Naturally, you don't know that I had another name before I became a monk."

Zhao Shengyi was stunned. He had only become famous in recent years because he had defected to southern Xinjiang. Naturally, he didn't know anything about what happened 20 or 30 years ago. He was just a half-baked person.

He frowned, and the flesh on his face trembled. Still a little bit unconvinced, he rushed forward hastily, but was pushed back by Jingtai's palm again.

Although the force was gentle, it made him retreat several steps. Now he didn't dare to move forward and attack forcefully.

Lou Jingyu, who was in the house, heard the sounds of fighting, but he was not in a hurry and continued to sip his tea leisurely.

"Master Jingtai was a good friend of my father when they were young. They used to travel the world together. His cultivation was not lower than my father's. However, he later witnessed the sufferings of the people and felt deeply touched. That's why he entered the Buddhist monastery."

Lou Jingyu and Ying Shiyi explained and talked about the past.

"In the past, he was young and frivolous, and had a name that resounded throughout the martial arts world, called Fu Chun Ke, which means that his inner strength is like the spring breeze and rain, like the wind passing over the face of a Buddha. Although it is gentle, it makes people unable to resist. His realm is very profound."

Hearing this title, Ying Shiyi showed a little surprise on his face.

He had heard of this senior, but he didn't expect it was Master Jingtai.

"So that person is the master."

Lou Jingyu nodded, "Twenty to thirty years have passed, and fewer people know about it now. He is also very low-key, so it's no wonder that people look down on him."

Hearing Yin Qinghe's voice outside, Lou Jingyu asked Ying Shiyi: "Yin Qinghe is here, do you want to go out and take a look?"

Ying nodded at eleven, and the two of them went out together.

Yin Qinghe is a friendly person, but he is not someone who is easy to bully. He is negotiating with Zhao Shengyi.

"Master Zhao, please don't cause trouble in my Fengxue Tower."

Just a few words made Zhao Shengyi hesitate to speak.

He was very aggressive towards the young disciples, but he didn't dare to show that kind of aggressiveness towards the leader of the righteous path.

He just said stiffly, "But this little disciple made up a story, saying that Master Lou is here. Isn't that also trying to save my face?"

Lou Jingyu and Ying Shiyi were standing on the steps in front of the door and happened to hear these words.

"This is not some made-up excuse. The leader is right here."

As soon as Lou Jingyu said this, he attracted everyone's attention.

Everyone greeted him.

Lou Jingyu nodded and walked down the stairs with Ying Shiyi.

He didn't want to pay any attention to Zhao Shengyi, but this man was eager to die.

In the underworld, it is sometimes difficult to distinguish between good and evil, and people behave differently in big and small matters.

Some people are extremely righteous and value brotherhood, but they force their husbands to do good in other matters. They prefer beautiful women and, relying on their own strength, they have collected many beauties.

In Lou Jingyu's opinion, this kind of person is too fake.

And Zhao Shengyi is one of them.

Lou Jingyu had seen the portrait of this man. He was not from Southern Xinjiang. He was a Daxia person who was bribed with money to work for Southern Xinjiang. He was even more hateful.

He was already thinking about how to use this man as the first move, but when he glanced with his phoenix eyes, he found that this man was staring straight at Ying Eleven.

His eyes suddenly turned colder.