Men are inferior to women

These four women are all casual cultivators, and the most taboo thing is to offend people for no reason. Unfortunately, after pouring a few catties of yellow soup, people start to drift away.

I even forgot the famous adage that if you float, you will be stabbed.

The woman's face was flushed, she didn't know whether she was scalded by the mushroom soup or she was frightened, she turned her head quickly, and immediately bowed her head to Fang Zhou and said, "Thank you for your mercy, my sisters are blind and willing to be punished, and I hope you will forgive me .”

The other three women also bowed down to make amends with lingering fear. They were not fools. Fang Zhou could easily stab a small wound in their chests, which was more difficult than directly stabbing them to death.

In the face of such a master, it is not cowardly to admit defeat.

Fang Zhou said softly: "A word to you, don't pretend to be a human being... Cough cough, I mean, there are heaven and man outside the sky, and there are people outside the sky, so be humble."

It's so dangerous that it almost ruined the style.

The heads of the four were lowered, and they said in unison: "I have been taught."

Fang Zhou calmly withdrew the Slaying Evil Sword, and was very satisfied with the four people's attitude of admitting their mistakes.

But the clothes on your chest are all bursting, so it's not good to bow your head in front of me like this.

Fang Zhou didn't look much, and looked around in the dining room. Those people who were unscrupulous in lusting at him with their eyes all turned away their eyes at this moment, not looking at him.

He turned around calmly and left the dining room with Han Li.

After Fang Zhou left, the four women sat slumped on the chairs. They felt lucky to survive the catastrophe. They were all casual cultivators with no family or sect. Even if Fang Zhou killed them all, no one would avenge them .

The four of them looked at the remaining wine on the table, but they didn't dare to touch it again.

Chapter 38 38. No matter how funny you can't laugh

Fang Zhou and Han Li left the dining hall, and on the way back, Fang Zhou walked ahead, while Han Li was slightly behind by two steps.

She looked at Fang Zhou's back with a calm expression, but her eyes were somewhat complicated.

I thought Mr. Fang hadn't practiced for a long time, and Senior Ling was not around, so I had to protect his safety.

But I didn't expect Mr. Fang to be so powerful. That's right, with an expert like Senior Ling as a master, how weak is his apprentice?

Han Li remembered that the skill, strength, speed, and skill that Fang Zhou showed in the dining room just now surpassed her.

She couldn't help but think back to the common sense questions that Fang Zhou asked herself that even a novice would understand. She was already so good, how could she not be able to answer those questions?

For a moment, Han Li couldn't figure out whether Fang Zhou did it on purpose or if he really didn't understand.

She didn't know what to think of, her face darkened slightly, and she couldn't help but sighed softly.

But he woke up immediately, and quickly glanced at Fang Zhou. Seeing that he didn't seem to notice, he was relieved, and couldn't help but patted his face with his hands.

Han Li, what are you thinking? Be calm, and learn from Mr. Fang who is calm and calm, and never changes before the mountain collapses.

You can see that he was calm from the beginning to the end just now, and it is not worth mentioning that he used force to frighten a few clowns.

This kind of mind and capacity is worth learning from.

Han Li secretly encouraged herself.

At the same time, in front of her, Fang Zhou's expression has been suppressed to the point of distorted laughter.

You can't laugh, you have to maintain your demeanor, and you can't laugh no matter how funny it is.

No, I can't hold back anymore!

Hahahahaha!

I'll give myself [-] points for the pussy I just pretended to be! !

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! !

Laughter aside, Fang Zhou didn't go all out for pretending.

He purposely showed his skills in order to frighten other people and let them know that he is not easy to mess with. If he doesn't do much, those unscrupulous guys might sneak up on him and pester him endlessly.

Of course, it was mainly because of the four drunkards messing around, that Fang Zhou was able to push the boat smoothly, otherwise he would not be interested in showing off.

There is a saying that jumping to death early is also a famous aphorism, and it should always be kept in mind.

After finally recovering his emotions, Fang Zhou turned his head to Han Li and said, "I'm sorry, you didn't have to eat dinner."

Han Li shook her head: "It's okay, I still have some dry food to satisfy my hunger."

After a pause, she continued, "Mr. Fang, I didn't expect you to be so powerful...much better than me."

"Haha, don't praise me, or I'll think I'm awesome."

Fang Zhou waved his hands embarrassingly: "Those four people were all drunk, and I was able to catch them all because of their slow hands and feet. If you really let go, the outcome is unknown."

Han Li didn't agree with that. Immortal cultivators in Qi Refining Realm, whose body has been nourished by spiritual energy for many years, are not so easy to get drunk. The four women seem to be drunk, but if they really want to fight, they will wake up immediately.

Han Li felt that it wasn't that the four people's hands and feet were slow, but that Fang Zhou was too fast, and they couldn't react at once, especially Han Li couldn't see clearly the triple stab sword.

If Fang Zhou had the intention to kill, the four of them might be killed before they could change their minds.

Just when Han Li recalled the scene just now, Fang Zhou sniffled suddenly: "It smells so good~~ This smell is so familiar."

Han Li came back to her senses and smelled it. There was indeed a smell of meat in the air. She immediately recognized it: "This is the smell of roast chicken."

After finishing speaking, he paused immediately, and exchanged a glance with Fang Zhou.

This is the Monk Temple, where did the roast chicken come from?

The two immediately followed the smell and walked into an elegant small courtyard around the corner. The door of the courtyard was closed, and the fragrance came from the room.

Fang Zhou walked over and pushed it, the door opened wide, and inside was a real Zen room, with a table in the middle, on which steaming chicken, duck and fish were placed.

The abbot of Lanruo Temple, Monk Huineng, was sitting behind the table, holding a chicken leg in his hand, eating his mouth full of oil.

She looked up at Fang Zhou and Han Li who had barged in, opened her mouth slightly, and could still see a few shreds of meat stuffed between her teeth.

Fang Zhou said unhappily: "We eat meat dishes without oil and water in front, but you hide in the back and eat fish and meat. Are you still a monk? What about the rules?"

Han Li also had bad eyesight, and felt that nearly a hundred taels of silver had been thrown into the water.

Hui Neng finally came to his senses, put down the chicken leg in his hand calmly, put his hands together, and looked solemn: "Amitabha, the benefactor has misunderstood the poor monk. As the presiding officer of Lanruo Temple, the poor monk must of course abide by the rules and regulations. These chickens, ducks and fish meat are actually all meat. They are vegetarian chicken, vegetarian duck, and vegetarian fish, which are made from tofu by the chef of this monastery, and the poor monks eat these things for the purpose of practicing and sharpening their appetite."

Fang Zhou can't wait to give Hui Neng a thumbs up, you monk is a fucking genius.

"Admiration, admiration, I most admire the master who is a strict and self-disciplined eminent monk."

Fang Zhou walked in and picked up the chicken and duck on the table: "Since they are all vegetarian chicken and duck, it's okay for me to eat your two vegetarian dishes?"