Brother, Stop Doing It, You Are A Villain!

After getting Qingyangzi's promise, the old man left contentedly, leaving behind Qingyangzi, Hefeng Shao, master and apprentice.

After Feng Shao was silent for a long time, he opened his mouth and said, "I don't understand."

Qingyangzi smiled lightly, and said: "Feng Shao, I know you are not convinced. But real gold is not afraid of fire, as long as you have enough strength, why are you afraid of others' challenges?"

Feng Shao said calmly: "Then can you ignore character?"

Qingyangzi frowned: "People are not sages, so who can do without fault? Although Ye Chen has some shortcomings in his virtues, if he is given a chance, he may not be unable to change his past and become good."

Feng Shao asked back: "Master also said 'not necessarily'. Could it be that Master's expectations for Ye Chen are placed on the word 'not necessarily'?"

When Feng Shao said this, Qingyangzi was immediately speechless.

Feng Shao said in a self-contained manner: "Since I joined the teacher's school, I have devoted all my energy and painstaking efforts. What I worry about every day and night is how to strengthen Sect. I ask myself that I have paid a lot for Sect and I am not responsible for Sect. But why is this disciple only responsible?" The position of the Holy Son will be challenged twice in a few days? And each time the position of the Holy Son is a bet? In the eyes of the master, who is the most able to win the position of the Holy Son? Are you eligible for it?"

Feng Shao's questioning immediately made Qingyangzi irritated. He flicked his sleeves and said displeasedly: "I am your master, and I am also the head of the Taiwei Sect. This matter should be handled according to my will! Feng Shao, you have to remember, no matter how important your status is in sect Gao, after all, he is only my disciple!"

After being silent for a while, Feng Shao suddenly laughed at himself: "It turns out that in the eyes of the master, the disciple has already achieved great achievements? Could it be that the master thinks that the disciple works so hard day and night for the power in Sect?"

After waiting for a long time, Feng Shao didn't wait for Qingyangzi's reply, so he sighed softly, turned and left.

Looking at Feng Shao's back, Qingyangzi's face was gloomy.

After Feng Shao left the inner hall, he didn't go directly back to his own residence, but went straight to the three branches. After arriving at the place, Feng Shao made some inquiries, but learned that Ye Chen was not on the mountain. As for where he went, no one knows.

Feng Shao frowned slightly, an ominous premonition filled his heart inexplicably.

He didn't know where this ominous premonition came from, but his intuition told him that there was probably nothing good about the son of fortune going down the mountain.

But where can this Ye Chen go?

Suddenly, Feng Shao remembered the group of gangsters he met in Liyang City a few days ago. Thinking of the fantasy novels he read in his previous life, Feng Shao suddenly felt that the most likely place for Ye Chen to go might be Liyang City.

Thinking of this, Feng Shao no longer hesitated, and immediately flew up with his sword, heading straight for Liyang City.

Ye Chen came to Liyang City that afternoon.

I don't know whether Feng Shao really sees through the behavior pattern of this son of fortune, or whether Ye Chen has no other place he wants to go except Liyang City. In short, after staying on Mount Taiwei for two days, Ye Chen's heart became restless again, so he ran to Liyang City.

Walking on the streets of Liyang City, Ye Chen looked east and west, quite enjoying himself. While shopping happily, an angry voice suddenly shouted: "It's you! It's you who stole things from my house!"

Ye Chen didn't react for a while, until someone grabbed his clothes, and then he did. Looking at the person who was pulling his clothes, it was Deng Ying whom he just met a few days ago.

Because Deng Ying is pretty, Ye Chen is quite interested in this girl. At this time, seeing that the other party was actually pulling me, with an angry expression on his face, he couldn't help but asked in doubt: "Miss Deng, I didn't offend you, did I?"

Deng Ying shouted angrily: "It's you! I kindly invited you to my house as a guest, but you stole my things! Hurry up and return the things, or I will report to the police!"

Ever since the blood refining sword was lost in the Linglong Pavilion that day, Deng Ying has been anxious every day. She knew very well that it was Ye Chen who stole the things, but she didn't dare to tell her father, after all, if she hadn't brought him home, how could the things be lost?

Although her father is the treasurer of Linglong Pavilion, he is not the boss of Linglong Pavilion. The real bosses of Linglong Pavilion are Lin Fengtian and Xiao Ruoyao of Yunjian Pavilion, so if Linglong Pavilion loses something, the shopkeeper must bear the blame. If Yunjian Pavilion knew about this matter, her father, the shopkeeper, might not be able to continue his job.

Worried about her father's future, Deng Ying couldn't eat or sleep these days. Today, because she was irritable, she went out to wander on the street, but unexpectedly ran into Ye Chen.

Deng Ying was surprised at first, then couldn't help being happy, but then became angry again.

Well, you little thief, you actually have the face to appear in Liyang City, do you really think that I have forgotten you, my aunt?

Thinking of this, Deng Ying rushed forward without hesitation, grabbing Ye Chen. If Ye Chen dares to do something, she will let the other party understand that the people in Yunjian Pavilion are not so easy to bully!

After being reminded by Deng Ying, Ye Chen remembered what he did a few days ago. But he didn't feel guilty at all in his heart, on the contrary, he was a little annoyed.

In his cognition, this "Red Dragon Sword" is his thing. Regardless of the reason why this sword appeared in Linglong Pavilion, he has a reason to get it back. As for stealing? Funny, about the son of fortune, can that be called stealing?

So Ye Chen didn't panic at all. Not only did he not panic, he could even argue a few words with Deng Ying.

So he said to Deng Ying with a good voice, "Miss Deng, I think there may be some misunderstandings between us. Have you forgotten how much I helped you last time? I don't ask you for anything in return. But you don't know how to frame me like this!"

Speaking of this, Ye Chen really felt a little dissatisfied in his heart. He admitted that he did not do very well in stealing the sword, but he was justified! After all, it was his sword! But you can't call me a thief in public just because of this incident, right? Do you still want my Face? What's more, I helped you last time, how can you repay your kindness with revenge?

Ye Chen immediately regained his composure, and his manner of speaking was also a little tough.

Deng Ying was almost laughed angrily by Ye Chen. help? can i need your help No matter how much that jade pendant is worth, I, Miss Deng, can't afford to pay for a jade pendant, can I? You are obviously the one who popped up out of nowhere and caused trouble, but now you say that you have done me a big favor? Still relying on kindness to respect yourself? Do you want face?

Deng Ying has almost figured it out, this Ye Chen is a wonder! Even if I have only helped others with a small matter, I will keep it firmly in my heart. But he didn't care about the things he did to hurt others.

Deng Ying simply didn't care what Ye Chen said, and just kept saying: "Hurry up and return the stolen things, or I will turn you over to the government!"

Probably because Deng Ying's IQ went online this time, no matter how Ye Chen quibbled, she just kept saying that she would report to the authorities. And as the two chattered and argued, more and more passers-by came to watch.

After a few words of defense, Ye Chen couldn't help being annoyed when he found out that Deng Ying didn't get in. He shook off Deng Ying's hand that was holding him, and said coldly, "You said I stole something from your house, so what? Where is the evidence?"

As soon as Ye Chen said this, before Deng Ying could say anything, he heard a passerby who was watching sneered and said: "Ye Chen, Ye Chen, who in Liyang City doesn't know that your hands and feet are always dirty? Do you think You joined the Taiwei Sect, can all the things you have done before be written off?"

Ye Chen was furious, glared at the person who spoke, and shouted: "You try to talk nonsense again? Be careful, I will tear your mouth!"

As soon as the words fell, many people around the audience immediately clamored.

"It's obvious that your hands and feet are not clean, so you're afraid of being told?"

"In Liyang City, the person with the most not wanting face is you, Ye Chen!"

"Ye Chen, I warn you not to be arrogant! The Holy Son of the Taiwei Sect said that whoever dares to use the name of the Taiwei Sect to do evil, he will definitely make that person look good!"

"Ye Chen, your brothers are finished, and your good days are coming to an end!"

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After hearing so many people accusing Ye Chen, Deng Ying finally realized that Ye Chen had a bad character and had done sneaky things for countless times. But not only did this person not repent, but he became even worse. He couldn't help but look down on Ye Chen even more. She reached out and grabbed Ye Chen's clothes again, and said coldly: "Ye Chen, so many people say that your hands and feet are not clean, what do you have to argue about?"

Ye Chen laughed back in anger, waved Deng Ying away a few meters away, and said coldly: "I, Ye Chen, have been doing things all my life, why should I explain to others? You can say I stole it, or I robbed it. If you have the ability, send me to the official!"

After finishing speaking, Ye Chen ignored the crowd, directly raised his long sword, and flew away with the sword.

Seeing Ye Chen sacrifice the blood-refined sword, Deng Ying couldn't help but said angrily: "You still say that I wronged you, and you stole this sword from my house? Stinky thief, quickly return my sword!"

But Ye Chen ignored him and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.