I advise madmen to be good people

This person's voice came from far to near, with its own echo amplification effect, like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning. It made my ears buzz and my mind was agitated, and I almost couldn't even hold the sword steadily.

According to the general Jianghu routines, with such a cool way of appearance, this person is probably a master villain with profound internal skills.

He said that Yao Yutong was his child. It seems that this wave is still a classic plot. After beating his son, his father came to seek revenge.

I originally wanted to be like the protagonist in the TV series, with a cold eyebrow and a righteous sentence.

"Heaven's evil is forgivable, self-inflicted, he cannot live! He has to blame himself for this!"

But when I think about it, I am still on his territory, facing a boss-level opponent whose strength is still immeasurable, and I don't have Ming Yixin's superb martial arts, so it's better not to imitate his taunting.

I thought about it, folded my sword and cupped my hands, and opened my mouth politely.

"You are Master Yao of Lengjian Village, right? This is Yuan Hezong Song Zishan. I didn't intend to disturb your son's birthday banquet, but it was your son who took the initiative to provoke him, and he was the one who acted absurdly. If someone in charge comes out, I suggest that you should ask your son carefully what scandalous things he has done."

"Oh? So you are the Song Zishan who has recently become famous in the Jianghu?" As the voice got closer and closer to me, as if the fog had dispersed, someone took a leisurely pace, and the figure finally appeared in the before my eyes.

Different from Yao Yutong's golden and blind attire, his father was dressed in simple and low-key clothes from head to toe. He was wearing a blue Taoist robe, a pair of cloth shoes, his hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin, and he was holding a white dust whisk in his hand. , other than that, no other accessories.

"Sure enough, a hero born a boy, with extraordinary bearing."

He slowly stood still not far from me, and when he watched me speak, a gratified smile appeared on his elegant and handsome face, as if the wimp lying on the ground was not his own son, but me instead.

What kind of trick is this?

Ritual first and then military, first suppress and then raise?

I muttered in my heart, but I didn't relax my vigilance, and tightened the sword aimed at Yao Yutong's throat again.

Anyway, there is a hostage in my hands, if he wants to harm me, he has to weigh it.

He saw my movements, but he was not angry and sighed slightly.

"I have been childless for half my life, and my wife only got this evil disorder when she was 40 years old. It is inevitable that she has been spoiled and indulged. The ancients said that a loving mother has many losers, and this has cultivated his lawless temperament. I am also heartbroken."

"Master Yao, what you said is a bit biased."

I said: "The ancients also said that it is the fault of not raising your father. Your son has been cultivated with the virtues he has today. How can you shift the responsibility to his mother? Are you a father who just stands by and does not fulfill the responsibility of upbringing?" ?”

Saying this, it's already very embarrassing.

With Yao Yutong's status as his father, it must have been a long time since anyone dared to speak to him like this.

But even so, there was no trace of anger on his face, and there was even a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I've heard a lot of rumors about Emperor Song in the Jianghu. Earlier, it was mostly about your unsavory affair with Emperor Ming, but recently your reputation has improved greatly, and you are also praised for your chivalry. The ballads of helping others, punishing rape and eradicating evil are sung everywhere, calling you the light of righteousness, I originally only thought of you as a person trying to gain fame, but now that I see you, your reputation will be well-deserved."

The light of righteousness?

The corners of my eyes twitched.

It's better not to use this word... "Villa Master Yao has won the award. I'm just an ordinary person, and I can't afford such praise."

"Hey, why be too modest."

He smiled and said: "With Hall Master Song's qualifications and character, within five years, he will definitely rise to the top and have a great future in the Jianghu."

Immediately afterwards, he changed the subject and spoke earnestly.

"It's just that if you delay the bed and curtain affair with Ming Sect Master, within a year, your martial arts will be useless, and your life will be at stake."

Ok?

I have heard a lot of sowing dissension and alarmist words, but his kind of reason is quite new.

Although Ming Yixin and I often kiss and hug, and always lie on the same bed, we are still a pure man-man relationship.

But just because I haven't done it doesn't mean I'm not curious.

"What do you mean by saying this?"

I couldn't help asking: "Why would my life be at stake and my martial arts would be useless?"

He sighed heavily again, and was about to answer, but out of nowhere, someone snorted coldly.

"Yao Sangou, are you addicted to pretending to be a Taoist priest on weekdays? Are you so fond of giving advice?"

Three dogs, three dogs?

Such a down-to-earth name for such a fairy-like character?

I couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

Yao Yutong's father's face, which had always been modest and refined, finally showed a crack.

"Sect Master Ming, as the head of decency, you should behave in accordance with your status, but now you call this old man by his childhood name in person, don't you think you are too rude?"

"Ah."

With a sneer, Ming Yixin, dressed in red and with black hair, slowly descended from the sky like a god, and landed on the Persian carpet embroidered with exquisite patterns in front of him.

"Speaking of etiquette to such a sanctimonious hypocrite like you? You really laughed out loud. When you colluded with the Demon Sect and sought personal gain in the mine, I never saw you remember your decent identity."

"Where did Sect Master Ming say this?"

Yao Sangou looked like he was wronged by injustice.

"Although my Yao family in Lengjian Village is in a quiet place and I don't have much reputation in the Jianghu, I have always upheld my integrity, and I am incompatible with evil spirits and heretics. How could I collude for any self-interest? If this rumor spreads, what face will I have?" To be a man? You can only prove your innocence by death.”

"is it?"

Ming Yi's words were sarcasm, he raised his robe sleeves, and a few pieces of paper filled with words fluttered out.

I took a closer look, and found that the papers were different, and the handwriting on them were mostly different, but the same thing was that they all had a bright red handprint printed on them.

From the moment he saw this thing, Yao Sangou's expression management tended to collapse, and it could even be said that he turned pale with shock.

"You... the head of Qian and them, you really killed them all?!"

"good."

Ming Yixin admitted it frankly, and looked at Yao Sangou with contempt and mockery.

"These are all the confessions written by them before they died, and the letters secretly communicated with the Demon Sect. Guess, have your allies who made a fortune together confessed to you?"

The whisk in Yao Sangou's hand creaked and he was silent for a while, but forced a smile.

"Sect Master Ming, you have such a good opportunity in your hand, why don't you use it to coerce us to work for you? Although you are strong in martial arts, you are still incapable of supporting yourself. I really don't understand why you want to do this kind of act of burning jade and stone together?"

"Because I can't look down on you mercenary fools."

As soon as Ming Yi's cold voice fell, with a movement of his body, the wind in his palm carried a surge of true energy, as swift as lightning in the wind, and rushed towards Yao Sangou fiercely.

Yao Sangou had no choice but to grit his teeth and fight.

He quickly pulled out a bright soft sword from the whisk, flipped his wrist over, and the sword light radiated instantly, completely surrounding Ming Yixin.

Ming Yixin jumped up in the air, flew out of the encirclement, and attacked his weak point from mid-air. His moves became more and more fierce and faster, forcing Yao Sangou not to have a moment to breathe, and wanted to stab him several times. Xiang Ming is also the key point of his heart, but he always misses a move, and he can't even touch a piece of his clothes.

In a hurry and anger, it was inevitable that he lost his sense of proportion, and Ming Yixin slapped his chest with a heavy palm in a moment of carelessness, and spat out a mouthful of blood with a painful face.

Ming Yixin took advantage of the victory and pursued, with the wind of his palm following his body like a shadow, he darted towards Yao Sangou with a graceful posture like a wild crane in the clouds, dazzling the eyes of those watching.

Under such a powerful attack, Yao Sangou tried his best to hold on for a long time, exhausted physically and mentally, and was finally slapped flying by Ming Yixin's palm after half a stick of incense, smashing the gorgeous desk heavily, and rolling down in disgrace To a place not far from his son.

Three moves and two moves solved the battle, and the victory was easy and beautiful. Sure enough, the big boss is the big boss, and you will know if you have a shot.

I silently applaud him in my heart.

With a relaxed expression, Ming Yixin brushed off the specks of dust on his cuffs, walked slowly to my side, and stretched out his hand to me.

Uh, what is this for?Want to reward me if you win?

Not a child, still so childish.

I was complaining in my heart, but my body was very active. I bent down and put my chin on his palm, and blinked at him like a cat.

"It's great, it's great, I'll show you how cute it is."

Ming Yixin raised his eyebrows, just pinched my chin and rubbed it twice, and said coolly: "I just asked you to bring the sword, what are you doing?"

My neck suddenly froze.

If you don't say something earlier, I will waste my expression!

The corners of Ming Yixin's mouth turned up, watching me look up like a rabbit and pop out of his palm.

"Hey, here you are, here you are." I shoved the sword over and said perfunctorily.

Ming Yixin took the sword, and even pinched my face. This scene fell into the eyes of the miserable father and son on the ground, and it became an ironclad proof of flirting.

"Master Song..." Yao Sangou's face was pale, and he looked at me weakly, with a pitiful tone.

"Please see that I didn't sneak up on you just now, save my son. I don't regret my death, but he is the only seedling of my Yao family. If this incense is broken in my hands, How do you tell me to go underground and explain to my ancestors? I beg you!"

Yao Yutong saw that his father had given in, and knew that a disaster was imminent, so he was already crying with snot and tears, and begged me as if he was a life-saving straw.

"Master Song! I beg you to save me, I know I was wrong, and I will never dare to harm those boys from good families. I know that you are kind and compassionate, and you won't die without saving me, right? ?”

How can this be morally kidnapped?

You guys think too highly of my pillow style.

I shook my head and said: "I can't save you, and I won't save you. Your life and death can only be determined by the Ming Sect Master. It's useless for you to beg me. You might as well beg him."

The father and son obviously didn't think that the evil spirit holding the sword would let them go, their faces turned ashen for a while, and they were almost extremely disappointed.

"Who said it's useless to beg you?"

Ming Yixin gave me a slanted look, and opened his mouth with a half-smile.

"This seat can really give them a chance to survive."