There's No Witch I Can't Wash

"What do you say?"

Lin Ye also came back to his senses, staring at Xue Wencheng with a pair of serious eyes.

"Well, brother, it's not because he thinks of his dead wife, so..."

There was a crisp slap, but it was Lin Ye who slapped Xue Wencheng hard on the face, sending the Confucian disciple flying out, and made a beautiful 720-degree turn in mid-air.

Xue Wencheng fell to the ground like a spinning top. He was slapped and slapped, and he was completely dizzy. Lin Ye, who was at the side, rushed towards him like a wolf, and immediately turned to him. It was a series of punches and kicks.

"I call you dead wife, I call you dead wife, you are the dead wife, your whole family is dead wife!"

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Chapter 52 Touching Poetry

After chatting well, Lin Ye suddenly beat him up, and Xue Wencheng seemed a little confused, so that he forgot to resist for a while.

When he came back to his senses, Lin Ye had pinned him to the ground and beat him so hard that he couldn't lift his head. He was beating and cursing at the same time, looking very annoyed.

However, the man in front of him is only the strength of body forging, even if he uses all his strength, it will not cause much harm to Xue Wencheng, a master of the acquired six sects.

So Xue Wencheng, who had been beaten all the time, didn't resist anymore, he just looked aggrieved and confused while protecting his face.

No, to be reasonable, if you didn't have a dead wife, why did you make a poem mourning the dead wife?

So whether your wife is dead or not, if you don't have a dead wife, it's a big deal, I apologize to you, and don't be so angry.

Stop hitting me, my father has never hit me like this before, if you hit me again, I will turn my back on you!

Although he thought so in his heart, Xue Wencheng did not turn his face after all, and still silently covered his head and endured the severe beating.

After all, the man in front of me wrote such amazing poems, and he also said something wrong.

This is the case among Confucianists. If you can convince the other party in terms of talent, the other party will admire you wholeheartedly.

Seeing the birth of such poems that are destined to be passed down through the ages, so what if they were beaten severely?

In the eyes of the ordinary people around, this was indeed a brutal beating, but the people in the Jianghu avoided it for fear that it would affect them.

The person who was beaten was from the Confucian sect. You see, he was lying here silently being beaten without resisting or asking for help, and he even had a look of enjoyment on his face. Who knows what strange tricks they are playing here.

It's better for outsiders like them not to get involved in Confucianism's own affairs.

The beating didn't seem to disturb the monks of Kulun Temple who were chanting. They still knelt and chanted silently. However, Yan Zhiqiu, who was a defender of order, noticed the movement over there and saw who the beating was.

"Senior Lin, what's going on here?"

Yan Zhiqiu, who walked over, had a strange expression on his face. He looked at Lin Ye, who seemed to have not calmed down until now, and didn't know what to say.

"Yan, how are you, Junior Sister Yan, I'm Xue Wencheng, a Confucianist."

Seeing Yan Zhiqiu approaching, Xue Wencheng, who had been lying on the ground and being beaten silently, also raised his head. It was only after he said this that the girl came back to her senses and realized the identity of the other party.

What Lin Ye was beating was not ordinary Jianghu people, but Confucian people.

"Junior Sister Yan? Can you call me Junior Sister?"

However, this title earned Lin Yexin another severe beating, so that Yan Zhiqiu on the side couldn't stand it anymore.

"Senior Lin...don't hit me, don't hit me, what's going on, why did you suddenly hit Senior Brother Xue?"

Somewhat dumbfounded, he held back the irritable-looking man, Yan Zhiqiu still had a dazed look on his face.

"Isn't he from Confucianism, how did he become your senior brother?"

After being pulled by Yan Zhiqiu, Lin Ye also stopped beating, his hands were a little sore after beating for so long.

Somewhat curiously, he glanced at the woman beside him, and the latter explained.

"The three sects of the righteous way have always advanced and retreated together. If the disciples in the sect don't call each other brothers and sisters, wouldn't it be a bit out of touch?"

"Is that so..."

Lin Ye nodded, and Xue Wencheng, who had been beaten for a long time on the other side, was finally able to stand up.Although the opponent tried his best to protect his face, his face was still blue and red, the scarf on his head was also untied, and the tied hair became messy.

Patting the dust off his body, Xue Wencheng stared at Lin Ye pitifully and spoke.

"Brother Lin, you are too cruel."

"Cruel? It seems that you have never seen real cruelty."

Grinning his mouth to show a somewhat ferocious smile, Xue Wencheng couldn't help but take a few steps back when he was so frightened.

Although he looks miserable now, it's just some superficial injuries, and if he has to say it, it's just a little bit of embarrassment.

Unlike some Jianghu people who value reputation more than their own lives, Confucianism never cares about face and the like, they only care about their own articles and the evaluation of their works.

"Also, who is your brother, show me some respect!"

"That's right, Senior Lin, please don't be angry anymore, Senior Lin. In fact, this is just a misunderstanding. Please forgive me if I offend you."

"It's not me you offended, it's her. If you want to apologize, you should apologize to her."

Still not giving Xue Wencheng a good look, Lin Ye took Yan Zhiqiu, who was standing aside and had no idea what happened, into his arms while saying so.

"Ju...is it actually Junior Sister Yan?!"