take care of yourself

Ying Yao was taken aback by his sudden eloquence. He didn't know when and where he learned this set of debate skills. He couldn't answer the words for a moment, and then shrugged his shoulders after a while: " I practice teaching and transforming sword intent." He paused for a moment, then continued to say: "I tell my story, you don't have to listen."

Jiusujian immediately started laughing at him loudly: "Silly Ayao hahaha, you must have been asked."

Ying Yige used his question of "many sentient Taoist monks have practiced Taoism for thousands of years, and every year they are willing to save mortals, why they still have no benefit for mortals" and his Taoist heart of "wanting to kill people". Those who have to go on the stage hide their faces and go away, and they can't always refute others, but they have not changed their original intentions from beginning to end, they have sharpened their Taoism, and their cultivation has grown to a small level, which is indeed different from what it used to be.

He retorted: "Since you know that I won't listen, why should uncle waste his tongue?"

Ying Yao pinched the hilt of her sword not too gently, and decided to lock Nuan He in the beast control ring for the next few days, while walking into the cave instead of being a guest.

"I really can't understand how you always love to cling to others," Ying Yao said, "Since you have met him once, you should know that the dispute over 'Changzhi' morality and orthodoxy is not something that small people like you and I can do." Those who participated, you are favored by the city lord, and being his guest, in the eyes of outsiders, it is equivalent to siding with him, do you want to die?"

Ying Yige stopped in his tracks, with a dazed look on his face, and asked doubtfully, "What is the orthodox dispute?"

He glanced at the back of Ying Yao who was walking in front, and changed his words: "Forget it, don't tell me, I'm just a golden core monk with no talent, do you know the truth, have you been implicated, and What's the difference?"

Ying Yao was silent for a moment, and asked, "Is it so hard to give up the taste of clothes when you stretch out your hands and eat when you open your mouth?"

He doesn't believe that Yiying Yige can cultivate the "cutting popularity" Dao heart. His brain can't figure out what the city lord of Wuliang City put him in the cave used by the sword sect in the world, even though the strength of the sword sect in the world has greatly increased. He is not threatened, but he should use songs as a tool to express his attitude to Jianzong, but his own safety is worrying.

Ying Yao really couldn't understand why he would rather bear the risk of dying in a dispute that had nothing to do with him for the sake of a stable offering.

Ying Yige said impatiently: "What is the purpose of Uncle's visit? After talking over and over again for a long time, you still don't see the name. You came to Wuliang City from Huashan just to gossip with me?"

Jiusujian poked his head out to look at him for a while, and then poked Ying Yao a little stunned: "Why is this rabbit baring its teeth to scare people?"

Ying Yao said without answering: "I went back to Ying's house a few days ago and saw your father was arrested by Zhuo Yuanshan to work for him. There is an atmosphere of panic among the people, I watched it for a while, and it is not unusual for the environment of the Ying family to raise your personality. Don't you want to cut popularity? Let me cut it for you."

The sword cultivator pulled out the Saving Sword that hadn't figured out the situation, and pointed at the ground obliquely, and said calmly: "You put me in prison back then, lost my cultivation, and became a high-ranking man. It seems that I haven't settled the score with you yet."

Ying Yige opened his eyes slightly, and seemed to understand his purpose after a while, took a half step back in a loss of composure, and subconsciously waved his hands to cover himself with a layer of aura as a defense.

"I think you just remembered that you still have something to say," Jiusujian said in a distrustful voice, "How long has it been?"

"It was Zhuo Yuanshan who did it, you are a provocation at best," Ying Yao said slowly, "So I will kill Zhuo Yuanshan, but not you. Choose between being beaten by me."

Ying Yige has worked so hard to cultivate so far, and dare not say how bad his talent and character are, but at least he will not be too much better than others. If his cultivation base is abolished once, there is almost no certainty that he will be able to practice again.

He stared at Ying Yao in horror, and Ying Yao looked at him for a moment with a sword in his hand, then smiled suddenly: "It seems that there is no need to choose."

Jianxiu beat up his nephew with a swollen nose and swollen face with his enlightening sword intent. Ying Yige slumped in the corner of the wall and panted heavily. After a while, he raised his hand and wiped the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.

His left arm was broken, hanging limply by his side and he could not lift it up. He may have broken two or three ribs. When he was panting, he felt blood foaming from his throat, so he had to stand up with his right hand on the wall. , looked up at Ying Yao, as if asking him with his eyes, are you so satisfied?

Ying Yao put the Jiusu Sword back into its scabbard without blushing and panting, casually threw him a bottle of wound medicine and turned to leave, leaving only one sentence: "From now on, both sides will be clean."

Ying Yige looked down at the wound medicine falling on the ground, kicked it and rolled it to the side of the pond, then moved into the room little by little without looking away, and took out a jade tablet from his sleeve.

A moment later, the voice of the Lord of Wuliang City came from the jade tablet: "It seems that this time, Jianzong is not planning to stand on my side. Wait for a quarter of an hour, and I will call someone to treat your wounds."

The lord of Wuliang City turned the jade tablet into powder after saying these words, Ying Yige stared at the crumbs in his hand for a while, then smiled wryly: "What kind of virtue and ability do I have, do you want a great power to watch over me? "

Jiusujian carried Jianxiu away from Wuliang City, and at the same time sneered at his attitude: "I think you use the enlightenment sword intent to teach him? You should use the shameful sword intent."

Ying Yao looked at the direction and adjusted the point of the saving world sword, looked back at the gradually shrinking Wuliang City, and said casually: "This is called killing three birds with one stone, stupid saving the world."

The Jiusu sword immediately exploded: "Silly Ayao!" It yelled desperately, "Silly Ayao is the perfect match for stupid Jiusu!"

Reluctantly, Ying Yao touched his sword with his soul, hurried along with it all the way back to the World-Entering Sword Sect on Mount Hua, told Feng Jian who was handling the mundane affairs of his discovery, and asked suspiciously: "Where is Master? "

Feng Jian agreed with his handling, and stretched out his hand to point down the mountain: "Today, the gate of the mountain is opened to accept disciples, and the head of the gate can't bear to join in the fun. Do you want to go down and have a look, too?"