"Monk, do you also want to stop me?"

The figure in Xuanyi raised his eyes, and then asked the monk sinisterly.

The monk let out a long sigh, looked at the Taoist priest, but remained silent.

"That's not good, you bald donkey. We have already been used by this guy once. Do you want to be used by him again?" the Taoist priest angrily yelled at the monk.

"Amitabha, this is not what I mean",

The monk clasped his hands together, his face twitched, and then he replied.

"Anyway, even if I don't want my Taoist Taiyi Sword, I won't let you commit murder again."

The figure of the Taoist priest blocked the figure of Xuan Yi.

And with a sharp shout from the figure in Xuan Yi,

A ripple like a water pattern suddenly appeared in the violent yellow sand, and two people jumped out from the ripple.

They were two young men wearing Confucian robes, one with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes and a slender figure, the other with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a strong figure.

As soon as the two figures appeared, the Taoist priest and monk's expressions changed slightly.

But they didn't expect two scholars to show up.

"Unexpectedly, two of the Great Yong Emperors finally came to this place where they were ignored. The old man in the bookstore is not dead yet."

The figure in Xuanyi seemed to be disdainful of the arrival of the two scholars.

"Ziyu Ziming has met three seniors",

The two young men clasped their fists and saluted and said to the three people, and their whole bodies were filled with awe-inspiring righteousness.

"I'm asking you, is the old man in your bookstore not dead yet?"

The playful smile on the face of the Xuanyi figure became more and more intense.

"Mr. is in very good health."

There was no strange expression on the face of the scholar with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. He had a calm and carefree attitude.

"Two Confucian scholars of the Zizi generation, yes, poor Taoist people, say hello to you sir."

The Taoist priest saluted the two scholars.

"Amitabha, I am a poor monk. I would like to say hello to you sir."

The monk also clasped his hands and said to the two scholars, with a hint of respect in their voices.

"The gentleman asked us to come and take a look. I didn't expect such a fierce battle to happen here. It seems that we are still a step too late."

Ziyu from the Sword Eyebrow Star said in a low voice.

"Little Confucian scholar, how long has the old man in the library lived? How come he's not dead yet?"

The figure in Xuanyi seemed to be very disrespectful to the old man in the Imperial Book Pavilion.

"I'd like to thank you for your concern, sir. You are very good. Even if the messenger dies, you will not die."

Zi Ming, who had thick eyebrows and big eyes, did not have such a good temper as Zi Yu, so he fought back at the figure in Xuan Yi.

(End of chapter)
Chapter completed!