The whole family is full of evil disciples, Master, don't panic, your disciples are here

Ji Xiuzhu turned around and scanned the crowd, intending to look for Xin Yanzi. But after scanning around, she couldn't see anyone, and for a moment, an inexplicable feeling of dissatisfaction suddenly surged into her heart.

At the same time, seeing that Ji Xiuzhu was done for, Mo Yunyu grabbed Xu Anlan and landed safely. In his other hand, he was holding Taowu, who had shrunk due to exhaustion.

Seeing Taowu getting smaller, Ji Xiuzhu quickly stepped forward and took Taowu into his arms, then took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped Taowu's forehead, where blood was flowing.

Perhaps because of the pain in the wound, Taowu would groan every time Ji Xiuzhu wiped it.

Ji Xiuzhu's heart broke when he saw its appearance, and his eyes were filled with even more pity.

"Master, how should we deal with this person?"

While asking, Mo Yunyu pushed Xu Anlan towards Ji Xiuzhu.

people?

who?

Only then did Ji Xiuzhu remember that there was another Xu Anlan.

She put Taowu into her sea of ​​consciousness, and then began to look around at Xu Anlan.

——It’s not that great. There are a lot of such brats in my Shenyin Sect. How can someone who looks so ordinary like this become an emperor?

Ji Xiuzhu was puzzled. In terms of qualifications, her disciples were rare in a lifetime; in terms of appearance, although this sickly guy was beautiful, he was not as good as her disciples, and could only be barely one-third as good.

However, such a "mediocre" person was not only qualified to be a great scholar, but also became a Confucian emperor. However, all of her disciples, Ji Xiuzhu, were possessed by demons and ended up in a miserable situation. She couldn't understand this.

Is it because Xu Anlan is on the protagonist's side?

Thinking of this, Ji Xiuzhu couldn't help but smack his lips.

"Tsk."

Seeing Ji Xiuzhu staring at him with a frown on his face, Xu Anlan couldn't help but ask in confusion: "You look at me like this because you can see that I am mediocre?"

Hearing this, Ji Xiuzhu was stunned.

This guy has a pretty accurate sixth sense.

After Ji Xiuzhu's thoughts were seen through, he coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment and said, "Ahem, well, after all this commotion. I haven't had the chance to ask you, how did you provoke your sister who is so fierce?"

Xu Anlan's pupils shrank when he heard this.

But after seeing Ji Xiuzhu's behavior just now, he thought that it would be no big deal if he told her about this matter, so he bowed to Ji Xiuzhu and said: "Please allow me to report. I was originally a miscellaneous disciple in this Confucian Hall. Every day after finishing my work, I can take time to come here to learn from my senior brothers and sisters. But that day, Senior Sister Mo, who always looked down on disciples like me, suddenly visited. Seeing that I was not bad, she wanted to take me as her lover. I disagreed, so..."

When Ji Xiuzhu heard this, he understood.

"So, she pestered you relentlessly, but when you still refused to give in, she turned her love into hatred and started to make things difficult for you?"

While she was adding to Xu Anlan's words, she did not forget to glare at Mo Yan who was lying on the ground and didn't get up.

Hearing this, Xu Anlan nodded slowly and stopped talking.

The female cultivator who had just defended Mo Yan was already in the crowd. After hearing Xu Anlan's words, she angrily yelled at him in disbelief, "Xu Anlan, you are talking nonsense! Senior Sister Mo is a very good person. How could she be as unbearable as you said! Besides, Senior Sister Mo is the young master of the Confucian Hall and has many suitors. How could she covet your skin!"

Ji Xiuzhu looked at the female cultivator, a hint of displeasure flashed in her eyes. She sneered and said, "Whether it is true or not, you will know it when you confront her face to face. Look, your senior sister is right there. Or, catch a demon cultivator and search her soul, and you will know it."

As soon as Ji Xiuzhu finished speaking, the scene suddenly became silent.

They were not questioning their own senior sister, but were shocked by Ji Xiuzhu's suggestion of capturing a demon cultivator to search his soul.

Is this something a serious monk can say?

Is this a decent person?

"How dare you! Who are you to cause trouble in my Confucian Temple? You stole my beast and even injured my daughter! You are really like lighting a lamp in a toilet, courting death!"

Before anyone arrives, the sound comes first.

When Ji Xiuzhu heard this, he looked towards the source of the sound. It would have been fine if he hadn't looked, but when he looked, he saw an old man in colorful clothes flying down from the top of the mountain.

With fluttering sleeves, he looks more like a peacock than an immortal.

"Daddy! Woohoo~Daddy, you are finally here! They are going too far! You must stand up for Yan'er!"

When Mo Yan saw his father coming, he quickly got up from the ground as if he had found a life-saving straw, and hid behind the old man.

"Okay, okay, dad is late and my Yan'er has suffered. Yan'er, be good. As long as your father is here, I will seek justice for you!"

When Old Man Mo saw that his daughter's neck was covered with bruises, he felt heartbroken and his anger towards Ji Xiuzhu increased.

Then, Old Man Mo stared at Ji Xiuzhu with murderous intent in his eyes, and instantly released his own pressure.

Ji Xiuzhu stood with his arms folded, looking at the father and daughter coldly.

Ji Xiuzhu didn't take Old Man Mo's pressure seriously at all.

She secretly sighed in her heart, it is true that like father, like daughter. He dared to use his cultivation to oppress others without even knowing the cause of the incident. For such a snob, Ji Xiuzhu's method of dealing with him was "an eye for an eye".

Father Mo glared at Ji Xiuzhu and shouted, "You daring lunatic, return my daughter's pet to me now! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"

Ji Xiuzhu heard this and chuckled, mockingly saying, "You old bastard, you are really good at confusing right and wrong. You didn't ask a single question about your precious daughter's bullying. I just destroyed a bell, but you yelled at me. If a son is not well-educated, it is the fault of the father. I disciplined your daughter for you, but not only are you not grateful, you are blaming Zhu Bajie for it. How can that make sense!"

Old Man Mo was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, not caring about the Confucian style at all. He pointed at Ji Xiuzhu and scolded: "Nonsense! How could my daughter do such a thing? It's obvious that you coveted the treasures of my Confucian Palace and deliberately made trouble! There is no point in saying more, let me teach you a lesson today!"

As the situation became tense, Xu Anlan on the side spoke up: "Master, what the senior said is true. The brothers and sisters present can all testify to what happened today."

Father Mo turned to look at Xu Anlan, his eyes full of resentment. He said viciously: "Okay, you traitor. After I deal with this little girl, I will slowly settle the score with you!"

After saying that, he activated his magic power and prepared to take action.

Seeing him exert his strength, Ji Xiuzhu showed no intention of hiding. Instead, he sighed and said, "I thought that the head of the Confucian Temple should at least understand some principles, even if he could not become a saint. I never thought that he would be so unreasonable. Well, even so, Second Brother!"

When Mo Yunyu heard Ji Xiuzhu calling him, he responded, "Master, disciple is here."

Ji Xiuzhu pursed his lips, then said: "Emmmmm, the other party's cultivation is a bit low, just teach him the rules, don't fight him."

"Yes." After Mo Yunyu finished speaking, he summoned the Gentleman Sword and released his own pressure.

For a moment, everyone only felt a flash before their eyes. The pressure was so strong that except for Ji Xiuzhu, everyone else had their backs bent and fell to the ground.

"The power of the God!"

“Oh my god, what kind of monster is this? I thought he was just a golden elixir, but I didn’t expect him to be a god. He hid so deeply!”

"Now, I am more curious about the fairy beside him. I heard that boy call her Master!"

……

After everyone finished speaking, those with low cultivation levels could not withstand the power of the spirit transformation and vomited blood and fainted.

Upon seeing this, Ji Xiuzhu conjured up his own armchair, lay down on it, and prepared to watch the show.