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Chapter 458 The style of that foot (for subscription)
"Who is this?"

The master looked at Yang San carefully, and felt that Yang San was like an ordinary person, but with an extraordinary temperament, he was by no means an ordinary person, he was really a strange person.

Yang San smiled and cupped his hands, "My servant, Yang San, has met the master."

"Fellow Daoist Yang hides his secrets, and the poor monk admires him." The master put his palms together and returned a Buddhist salute to Yang San.

"Of course, I don't want to see who the younger brother is." The four-eyed Taoist shouted proudly.

Yang San smiled slightly, and didn't say anything. Anyway, what he learned was also mixed with Maoshan Taoism. It should be no problem to be half of Maoshan's disciples.

"sit down."

Taoist Simu quickly poured three cups of tea, picked up a cup by himself, and motioned for the two to feel free.

As soon as Master Yixiu held the teacup, the Taoist priest with four eyes wanted to press down the hand holding the teacup.

But at this time, the third hand suddenly came in, and it was very coincidental that it was inserted between the two hands, just blocking the hand of the four-eyed Taoist priest.

Priest Simu and Master Yixiu couldn't help being a little dazed.

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

This move is not easy, many elements such as time, angle, strength and timing have to be grasped superbly, and it is not something that can be meddled casually.

"Daozhang, master, please drink tea, this tea is good."

Yang San casually took a sip, and smiled at the two of them.

"well…"

Daoist Simu and Master Yixiu drank the tea in the cup dumbly, without any taste at all.

"Bang!"

When the two lost their minds, they put down the teacup a little harder, and there was a crisp sound.

But the crisp sound just woke them up.

"Friends of the Tao..." Master Yixiu put his palms together in amazement, and saluted Yang San again.

Before the master had finished speaking, the four-eyed Taoist priest exited and snatched it.

"Of course my junior brother is fine. If he's not good, how are you?"

Master Yixiu smiled slightly, "Yang Daoyou called Simu the Taoist leader, not a senior brother, and he must not be from Maoshan."

"Well, my studies are very mixed. I have also practiced Taoism, but now I am majoring in swordsmanship."

Yang Shen briefly said that it happened that he had used sword energy in front of the four-eyed Taoist priest before, but the situation at that time was not suitable for explanation, so it has been delayed until now.

kendo?Could it be from the Shu Mountain lineage?
Daoist Simu and Master Yixiu weighed carefully in their hearts, the most famous swordsmanship in the world today is Mount Shu.

It's just that in the Dharma-ending period, Taoism is so difficult to learn, and the way of swordsmanship is even more difficult. Those who can achieve success are all talented people.

Unexpectedly, Yang San was also one of them.

The two looked at Yang San with fiery eyes.

Yang San couldn't help shrinking his neck in embarrassment, why do you feel that these two people are so angry?

Soon, Jia Le came in carrying a table, and was a little surprised to see that the room was intact.

This was the first time he had seen Master and Master Yixiu meet, and he was so safe and sound.

"Master, master, uncle, eat breakfast."

Before Yang San was there, Daoist Simu and Master Yixiu couldn't compete for the table, but Yang San didn't dare to sit at the table this time.

If I remember correctly, the movements of Taoist Master Four Eyes and Master Yixiu are not so big.

I can stop both Taoist Master Simu and Master Yixiu, but can I still eat like that?

Sure enough, after Simu Taoist and Master Yixiu sat at the table, sparks burst into their eyes.

Jiale decisively picked up a few chopsticks and whispered to Yang San and Jingjing: "Master, Jingjing, let's stay away and eat."

Yang San had this intention long ago, seeing what Jiale said, Yang San also made some breakfast, and got up with Jiale away from the table.

Jingjing didn't know why, but seeing the handsome Yang San also stayed far away, hesitantly picked up a few chopsticks and came to Yang San's side.

"Are you a Taoist too? Why did he call you uncle?"

Yang San picked up a few mouthfuls of porridge, and saw that Taoist Simu and Master Yixiu had started to shoot their guns, and couldn't help but feel grateful for his decisiveness.

"I'm not a Taoist priest, my name is Yang San... I'm a swordsman, and I'm friends with the Taoist priest, you can just call me by my name, we'll go our separate ways."

Yang San didn't know how to define himself, but presumably in this world, a sword was enough for him to conquer the world.

At this moment, Daoist Simu and Master Yixiu had become more and more violent, constantly picking things from the plates towards each other, and both sides' faces were covered with various breakfasts.

"Jia Le, did Taoist priests and masters often behave like this before?" Yang San asked.

Jia Le shook his head helplessly, "Isn't that right, as long as the two of you meet, you'll fight a few times every now and then, I've long been used to it."

"Hehe, they must have a very good relationship." Yang San laughed.

"You said it the other way around, is this still a good relationship?"

Jingjing looked at the two four-eyed master Yixiu who wanted to stick chopsticks into each other's nostrils, and she really couldn't see any relationship between them.

Yang San smiled slightly. This scene reminded him of the iPartment where they often hurt each other. Isn't everyone like this often.

"This is what the world often calls Huanxi Enemy. On the surface, they want to kill each other, but in fact, if something happens, they can always block each other's arrows."

Hearing Yang San's words, Jingjing looked thoughtfully at the two people who were fighting happily, and a strange feeling gradually rose from the bottom of her heart.

Suddenly, Daoist Simu made a sneak attack from under the table, hitting the master's vital point.

The porridge in the master's hand was thrown at the four-eyed priest, but the four-eyed priest calmly avoided it.

"Pfft~"

Yang San almost spit out the porridge in his mouth, but he didn't expect Taoist Simu to have such a trick. Fortunately, the master is a monk, so this thing should not be used, otherwise the crime would be serious.

The master calmly took out a shoe from under his body and threw it on the table, "Stop playing, you're so stupid."

"Master, are you okay? I'll help you."

Jingjing hurriedly stepped forward to support Master Yixiu. As for the feelings, my friend, I have long forgotten them.

"Master, do you want me to help you too?" Jia Le worriedly looked at the awkward master.

When Jingjing saw Jiale, she was so angry that she stepped on Jiale's foot.

Jia Le hopped in pain, and Jingjing calmed down and slowly helped Master Yixiu to the next door.

"Go away, Jia Le, you are so good, Master loves you so much, help Master clean the shoes."

The four-eyed Taoist rubbed Jia Le happily, stuffed the shoes in his hands into Jia Le's arms, and went back to the house to rest while singing and dancing.

"I won, I won..."

"Hey, these two old urchins, I'm having a hard time again."

Jia Le looked at the mess on the table with a bitter face, and slowly turned to look at Yang San.

Yang San smiled slightly, calmly put the last bit of porridge in the bowl into his mouth, and gently put the bowl on the table.

"Jia Le, clean up well. I've been driving with your master for several days at night. I'm very tired. I'm going to take a rest too. Thank you for your hard work."

Yang San went back to his room decisively and locked the door.

Suddenly Jia Le was the only one left in the hall, messed up in the wind.

(End of this chapter)