Chapter 2. The Celestial Master's Wizard
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The world does not know that the so-called celestial masters can be different from those Taoist priests seen on the market.
The celestial master is a few hundred years old, and only one of the wizards is at the tip of the pyramid of Taoist priests.
In the world of Taoism, a Heavenly Master can be said to be admired by millions of people and is an existence that shocks a party.
Ye Qingyang learned Taoism at the age of seven, and at the age of eleven, he was already recognizing medicinal herbs, mastering the art of medicine, and knowing astronomy and geography.
Fifteen years old: through the yin and yang gossip, fine zither, calligraphy, and painting.
Eighteen years old: the pulse to determine life and death; look at the gas to see the rich and powerful; mountain doctor fortune teller; knife, gun, fist, and foot stick.
What it takes to find the dragon point, ghosts, and formations is not in the words!
......
Legend has it that when the master's state of mind is cultivated to a certain extent, but the grudges of the mortal world can be out of Confucianism into the Buddha, calling the wind and rain, heaven and earth to change the world.
The glory and riches of the clouds, through the tribulation, become immortal!
Ye Qingyang does not know if he will be immortalized.
But right now, his mortal heart has not died, which is true.
This time down the mountain, back to the hustle and bustle of the mortal world, he not only wants to report the year's blood revenge but also to look for when he saved his life with that kind girl.
Not for any other reason, just to repay the favor.
Even if he had to guard her in this life, Ye Qingyang was willing to do so.
Ye Qingyang, based on the information collected over the years, after synthesizing and organizing, can basically determine that the girl who saved himself at the beginning is now the famous Lin's Group beautiful president of Qingzhou City, Lin Junyao.
Therefore, after Ye Qingyang cleared the route last night, he took the initiative to go to the bar to accost Lin Junyao.
But I did not expect a brake less than...
But what makes Ye Qingyang hard to bear is that after a night of spring, he realized that he even got the wrong object.
When he broke into the girl's bathroom, he saw the girl's buttocks on the left side; there was a bean-sized black mole.
But yesterday and Lin Junyao's cloudy rain, his posture changed several, and Lin Junyao's back, even half a black mole, was not clean and flawless.
This shows that the information gathered was wrong.
It seems like you have to think long and hard.
Ye Qingyang slowly retracted his thoughts and put away the sugar paper that was full of folds and creases carefully.
Toward the store owner, he waved, "Boss, the noodles are delicious; another bowl!"
"Okay!"
The store owner was a simple middle-aged man who quickly brought another bowl and placed it on Ye Qingyang's table.
"Little brother is a big eater; I added more noodles for you this time; make sure you have enough to eat!"
"Thank you, big brother; you are so nice!" Ye Qingyang said it happily.
"Alas, it's not easy to come out to work and make a living, little brother; you have to cheer up!" The store owner laughed honestly.
It turned out that he was looking at the old clothes and shoes Ye Qingyang was wearing and took Ye Qingyang as a small mountain village to the city laborer.
At this time, however, he heard a shout from behind Ye Qingyang.
"Quick, there he is; I finally found him!"
Ye Qingyang turned around and realized that there were four or five young men standing behind him.
The one at the head was about one meter eight tall, with a fierce look. The left side of his face had a long scar covering his eyes, which was very hideous.
Behind a few youths, a strong body, a hand also carrying a machete, and aggressive.
This can be the side of the diners who were scared and have retreated to the side.
Scarface stared at Ye Qingyang sinisterly. "Kid, finally let me catch you!"
"Do we know each other?" Ye Qingyang was dumbfounded.
Scarface droned, "Cut the crap; I'm going to waste you today!"
Ye Qingyang frowned. "Although my master told me that the world under the mountain is dangerous, he didn't say that meeting and greeting with 'I'll waste you' is this kind of ah, it's too direct, right?"
"Less f*****g pretending!" Scarface angrily shouted, "What did you do last night that you do not know?"
"Last night?"
Ye Qingyang's eyes, which were as brilliant as starry eyes, violently flashed with a flash of viciousness.
Nima, this woman is also too shady, letting herself go on the front foot and sending people to chase after her on the back foot.
Store owner sees things are not good, hurry up to say cooperation: "Brothers, calm down, what to sit down to say properly, as my treat..."
"Please, you are paralyzed!"
Scarface kicked the store owner towards the back and fell; his head knocked on the corner of the table, causing instant blood flow.
"Give me on; chop him to death!"
Scarface waved his hand towards the men behind him and shouted.
Several people rushed toward Ye Qingyang with knives.
"Fighting? Anytime!"
Ye Qingyang smoothly picked up the stool next to him and, with a dashing fling, threw it directly towards those people.
Those people swung their swords one after another, blocking the flying stool.
At this time, Ye Qingyang rose violently; his form was like a swimming dragon, and his shadow was like a ghost, instantly rushing into the middle of those people.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
......
With a few muffled sounds of bones and flesh colliding, a few people screamed miserably and fell to the ground; their machetes also fell aside.
"Aigoo aigoo!"
Each of them only received a single hit, yet just one hit was enough to cause them to suffer light fractures and heavy unconsciousness.
The people in the store all opened their mouths wide in surprise. How could the speed be so fast? Is he still a human being?
I didn't expect such a skinny lad to have such amazing fighting strength!
Scarface was also stunned.
This ......
What all happened just now?
Ye Qingyang patted the dust on his body, walked over, and clutched Scarface's collar. "Say, is it that woman who sent you guys to deal with me?"
"Which... which woman?"
Looking at this young man in front of him with cold eyes, as if he were a hellish god of death, Scarface instinctively felt fear.
At this time, Scarface's cell phone suddenly rang.
"Answer the phone first!" Ye Qingyang, let go of Scarface's collar.
Scarface trembled and pulled out the phone. "Hey, okay, I got it!"
Hanging up the phone, Scarface said with a sarcastic smile on his face, "It's my mom; the meal is ready. She's shouting for me to come home for dinner!"
After saying that, he turned around and was about to bolt.
Ye Qingyang fiercely stepped forward and kicked him directly to the ground.
With one hand, he snatched the cell phone over and glanced at the screen's call records.
"Your mom's name is Sister Hong?"
Instantaneously, the crowd roared with laughter.
This Scarface, who wanted to find a chance to escape, also didn't make up a reliable reason.
Ye Qingyang stepped forward and stomped on Scarface's face. "Say, did Lin Junyao send you?"
"What did you say? I don't understand!" Scarface's eyes dodged as if he were a cunning rabbit.
Ye Qingyang bent down to pick up one of Scarface's hands and smiled faintly. "Not telling the truth, huh? Then don't blame me!"
Click!
A crunching sound.
Scarface's index finger was broken out of a weird arc by Ye Qingyang.
"Ah..."
Scarface's face sweated in pain.
"Say it or not?" Ye Qingyang said.
Scarface: "Ah, it really wasn't someone else who sent me!"
Click!
The middle finger was also broken out in a weird arc.
"Ah-"
"I say I say!"
Scarface was in a state of shock and fear, and he could no longer care about anything else.
"No one really sent me here; it's me who came to seek revenge on you! The man who had s*x with Lin Jun Yao last night was supposed to be me, but you beat me to it, so I hold a grudge against you."
"It should have been you last night. What do you mean?" Ye Qingyang smelled a hint of conspiracy.
Scarface cried and said, "I really can't say this anymore, ah!"
Ka-ching-
"Ah--"
"I say I say!"
- Writer
