Yan Zheng was shocked when he heard this and hurriedly said, "Senior, I have this matter..."

However, as soon as he was halfway through his words, Nangong Wushi raised his hand and slapped him in the face.

Bang...

This palm was extremely fast, and Yan Zheng didn't have time to react, so he was hit hard.

Suddenly, his cheeks quickly became red and swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a trace of blood flowed out of the corners of his mouth.

Yan Zheng never expected that Nangong Wushi was so domineering in his work and did not give him a chance to explain.

Covering his swollen old Gao's cheeks, Yan Zheng said with a gloomy look: "Senior, are you bullying the small ones with the big ones?"

"What can you do to bully the small with the big one?" Nangong Wushi glanced at him coldly and said disdainfully:

"When you beat my grandson, wasn't it just bullying the small ones? Are you only allowed to bully the small ones in Shaolin to bully the small ones by the big ones, and wouldn't I allow Nangong Wushi to do this?"

Yan Zheng was stunned.

In terms of seniority, as the chief disciple of the Discipline Academy, he is indeed one generation higher than Nangong Qiyu.

It is natural that he did not wrongly accuse him of being bullied by the big ones.

"Hmph!" Nangong Wushi snorted coldly and continued, "I beat my grandson with this slap. Even if he made a lot of mistakes, it wouldn't be your turn, an outsider, to teach you a lesson. Are you convinced or not?"

Looking at the domineering Nangong Wushi, Yan Zheng's eyes were drooping, and his fists under the monk's robe were clenched together, trembling slightly.

His heart was full of reluctance and dissatisfaction.

But he had to bow his head.

"I, take it."

Of course, Nangong Wushi saw his unwillingness, but he did not take it to heart, but looked at him coldly and said:

"Yan Zheng is right? Today I think you are a junior, so I'll spare you once. But if there is another time, don't blame me for being cruel and not giving your master a face."

Although Yan Zheng was extremely angry, he did not dare to act rashly. He just suppressed his anger as much as possible and squeezed out a sentence from his teeth: "Yan Zheng should remember the lessons he taught to me today."

"Remember it in my heart?" Nangong Wushi patted his shoulder and almost made him kneel on the ground.

"Then I'm just telling you a little bit. You have to remember it. Don't be so arrogant in the future, otherwise you won't know how you die."

Yan Zheng's brow jumped slightly and replied in a low voice: "Young Master's teachings will never be forgotten."

"Just remember, don't you get out of here?" Nangong Wushi waved his hand and issued a banished order without hesitation.

Yan Zheng looked at Nangong Wushi deeply, then walked out of the manor without saying a word.

Until his back disappeared into his eyes, Nangong Jingyang asked in surprise: "Dad, with your old temper, why did you let him go easily?"

He knew his old man's temper, but he didn't expect that he just slapped Yan Zheng in the face and did not cause any substantial harm. This is not in line with his personality!

Nangong Wushi glared at him and sneered: "Don't let go, can you keep it for dinner?"

After saying that, his eyes looked at the wall at a corner of the manor.

I saw a monk wearing a gray monk's robe standing on it. After seeing Nangong Wushi's eyes staring at this place, the monk saluted him and murmured Amitabha Buddha. His figure slowly dissipated in place, as if he had never appeared before.

Seeing this scene, Nangong Jingyang was extremely shocked because he could not see how the monk disappeared.

"Dad, who is that person?" Nangong Jingyang quickly turned his head and looked at his father and asked.

Nangong Wushi said lightly: "Every genius disciple of every sect will be protected by the Taoist protectors when they go, especially the monsters of Yanzheng's level, and his Taoist protectors are not ordinary people."

"The Taoist protector?" Nangong Jingyang's face flashed with shock.

Nangong Wushi nodded: "Yes, a Taoist protector whose cultivation level is not as weak as me."

Nangong Jingyang asked hesitantly: "Then why didn't he come out to help Yan Zheng when you took action just now?"

Nangong Wushi's eyes flashed slightly, and then he shook his head gently: "Yan Zheng is too arrogant, I can teach him a lesson. But if I really kill him, he will definitely stop him."

"And he also expected that I wouldn't really take action, so he didn't show up. But letting you see it just now is just a warning. After all, these monks also need face."

Nangong Jingyang nodded gently and muttered to himself: "It seems that Yan Zheng is very popular with Shaolin, otherwise he would not have been guarded by such a master."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly and felt powerless.

A person who is not weaker than Nangong Wushi's cultivation level is actually Yanzheng's Taoist protector.

A glimpse of the whole leopard shows how strong the Shaolin is.

Nangong Wushi glanced at Nangong Jingyang, patted his shoulder gently, and said in a comforting tone:

"Jingyang, I know you are determined to reorganize the Nangong family, but if you want to reach an alliance with Shaolin or use it, you will unconsciously seek skin from the tiger, and we will suffer in the end."

"This is definitely not a wise choice! Shaolin is not the Shaolin in the past. He is too arrogant, so it is best to stay away from him."

Nangong Jingyang nodded bitterly: "Dad, I understand, but I have no other way, so I have to choose to use their power."

Nangong Wushi waved his hand, looked at him with a burning look, and said earnestly: "Now, there is really no one in our family except me and your third uncle, so we have to take action. What we really want to see is your generation."

"Remember, all external power is not as powerful as yourself. In the end, this world still needs to rely on its own strength to speak. If you don't have enough strength, you will be beaten. I hope you can understand."

Nangong Jingyang's pupils shrank slightly and nodded heavily and said, "Dad, I understand. From today on, I must devote myself to practicing and strive to break through and enter the extreme realm as soon as possible."

Today, under the stimulation of Yanzheng, Nangong Jingyang, who was in a negative way, fully understood the principle that even if you want to make a blacksmith, you must be strong.

What conspiracies and tricks are really not as strong as one’s own strength.

With strong strength, any conspiracy and intrigue will be invisible in the face of absolute power.

Nangong Wushi nodded with satisfaction and said, "It's good to understand, it's good to understand. You can take Qi Yu down to heal the wound first, and then come to my study."

"Yes!" Nangong Jingyang responded, and then took Nangong Qiyu who had fallen out of coma.

At this moment, Yan Zheng was standing outside the Nangong family, the anger in his eyes seemed to burn everything, and the fist under the monk's robe was even more clattering.

Since he learned the art, he has been respected or respected wherever he went?

I didn't expect that I would have such a big fight in the Nangong Family today.
Chapter completed!