The protagonist chased the villain, and Tiandao screamed in anger

"Kneel down! Reflect on your mistakes in front of the tablets of our Minghua Sect ancestors!"

"You and Fang Si are now disregarding the rules even more. You even dared to steal the golden lock and use it! This is simply ridiculous!"

If he had not run into Fang Sizhe sneaking towards the Sutra Library today and caught him in the act, he would never have imagined that his usually well-behaved little disciple would steal treasures behind his back and do such a bold and presumptuous thing.

He actually wanted to imprison a thousand-year-old ghost!

The thorny branches in Yi Ming's cave fell into the hands of Fang Tianshi, who whipped Yi Ming on the back again and again. Putting aside other matters, the crime of stealing the Panjin lock was punishable by twenty whips.

"Tell me the truth, what else did you do behind my back?"

"…Except for the matter of Amu, that's all." Yi Ming straightened his back and took the beating obediently without uttering a cry of pain.

“…Yi Ming, our Minghua sect is one of the oldest sects, but You Mu is a ghost who has lived for a thousand years. He has lived through the most turbulent hundreds of years in the human world. How old are you? You can provoke anyone, but you have to provoke the most powerful one…”

Master Fang Tian frowned, looking very worried.

Ever since the turmoil in the underworld, the Tianshi sects in the human world have become weaker day by day. Even the once prosperous Zhengyang Sect has become a speck of dust in the torrent of time.

Their Minghua sect was originally a most inconspicuous Fangyi sect. The fact that they have reached the current situation is truly a blessing from their good fortune through accumulating virtue and doing good deeds.

If the big ghost had a worse temper, not to mention Yi Ming, the entire sect might not be able to withstand his anger.

Fortunately, he saw with his own eyes that You Mu was not a man who killed people indiscriminately, and there was some concern in the look in his eyes when he looked at his little disciple.

"He has lived for so long, he must have seen all kinds of people. If it's just..." After Master Fang Tianshi and his wife played mixed doubles, they got the truth out of the little disciple.

This disciple was really too bold, he actually fought with that big ghost, even...

"Master, I like him, I love him, you don't have to persuade me." Hearing what Master Fang Tian meant, Yi Ming looked up, his eyes calm and firm.

"But you are still young, Yi Ming. How old are you? You still have a long life to live..." In the eyes of Master Fang Tian, ​​Yi Ming, who is now in his early twenties, is still the little boy who would lie beside him and learn talismans.

Master Fang Tianshi, who has watched his little disciple grow up since childhood, raises him as his own son, fearing that the child will regret his choice in the future.

Furthermore, they were unable to influence You Mu’s behavior due to his strength. If the other party was unwilling, what else could they do?

He was afraid that his disciple would give everything and end up with nothing.

"Master, if someone asks you to leave your master's wife, would you be willing to do so?" Yi Ming knelt sideways and looked up at his mentor who was like a father to him.

Master Fang was about to say that the two could not be compared, but when he met his disciple's serious eyes, he was stunned.

His little disciple was very cheerful and sensible in the past. Due to his young age, everyone in the sect treated him like a child.

Since when did his eyes have the steadiness and composure of an adult...

Master Fang Tian was silent for a long time, looking at his disciple carefully, then suddenly sighed and said no more.

The apprentice has grown up and has his own thoughts. As a master, he cannot control the apprentice's life.

This time, just let him be.

“…Go back and kneel down straight. The punishment is not over yet.” With a stern face, Master Fang Tianshi, with the dignity of a master, continued to finish the unfinished punishment.

"Okay, go back." After stopping the fight, Master Fang Tianshi dropped the thorn branches and relaxed.

"Thank you, Master. I will go back first."

Yi Ming first bowed to the tablet of his ancestors, then kowtowed to Master Fang Tian, ​​before he stood up and walked out.

Sitting on the bunk bed, Master Fang Tian looked at Yi Ming's straightened back and frowned, calling him to stop again: "Wait..."

"Master?" Yi Ming paused slightly.

"Where has your former cleverness gone? Do you still need your master to teach you? Doesn't the injury on your back hurt? Why are you hitting your back so straight? Are you going to be that stone pillar at the main entrance?" He seemed so clever in the past, but maybe he was beaten stupid by a few sticks and can't even use his pitiful appearance.

"Disciple knows, thank you Master." Yi Ming understood, grinned, bent his waist, slowed down his steps, and limped out while holding the wall.

"Ah..." Master Fang Tian sighed and shook his head helplessly.

You Mu has lived for a thousand years. How could this thousand-year-old ghost not know what Yi Ming, this kid, can't figure out?

Under normal circumstances, no matter how weak the Minghua sect was, they would still demand an explanation for their young disciple and question the big ghost's deliberate seduction.

But now, he saw that it was his own boy who was eager to push forward. One wanted to fight, and the other wanted to be beaten. What could he do? This made them lose the confidence to ask for an explanation for their young disciple.

How can they attract the attention of others if they are the ones chasing after them without thinking of some tricks? True love is hard to come by, and a relationship needs to be carefully maintained and managed. If he didn't have any tricks, how could he have won the first place among his wife's suitors? Ahem... I've strayed from the topic.

...This kid Yi Ming didn't learn anything from him.

Looking up, Master Fang Tian looked at the tablets and bowed hurriedly.

"My dear masters, I am a young man who is ignorant. I kowtow to you on your behalf. I would like to trouble you to protect the child!"

"Yi Ming was a child who was pampered and brought up in the sect. Although he is precocious, he is inevitably a little bold at times."

Outside the pavilion, the lake water is clear, willow branches are hanging down, and the reflections are slanting.

In the pavilion, Madam Song looked at the distant mountains, then turned and looked at the big ghost opposite.

"Back then, his master and I carried him away from a sea of ​​blood and corpses. That little kid almost died. We doted on him too much and indulged him, causing him to do such a rebellious thing. I'm really sorry."

Mrs. Song held the tea bowl in her hand and carefully observed You Mu's expression as she spoke.

"But I think you two have friendship..." At the end of her words, Mrs. Song wanted to test the big ghost's intentions for her little disciple.

Since speaking directly would be offensive, she tried to probe indirectly and carefully.

The ghost opposite did not seem displeased. He had a calm expression and was drinking tea.

Although the Minghua Sect is not as large as the Zhengyang Sect back then, it is still one of the best Tianshi Sects. But after all, the Tianshi Sects today are not as wealthy as they once were, enjoying royal treatment. The bowl of tea in You Mu's hand is the sideline of the Minghua Sect.

In addition to the unique style of the Minghua School and the young genius Yi Ming who is famous in the world of Taoist priests, the second most famous thing about the Minghua School is the Willow Leaf Snow Bud Tea with its clear tea soup and mellow fragrance.

After drinking the tea in the cup, You Mu smiled at Mrs. Song's rather uneasy look.

"He's very nice, I like him very much."

The evil ghost's appearance is indeed stunning, but most people are always afraid of his strong ghost aura and subconsciously avoid his appearance advantage.

Mrs. Song was slightly startled by his sudden smile. She noticed the seriousness in his eyes, and her twisted heart slowly relaxed. She felt a little more confident and started to smile too.

"The Minghua sect has been able to survive for a hundred years, not by following the rules and being stubborn. We will not do anything to break up marriages."

"Yi Ming is still young after all, so please bear with him if he is reckless. If you are angry with him, just tell me, your mistress, and I will teach that arrogant little bastard a lesson!"

Mrs. Song felt relieved, and a smile appeared on her face. She immediately made her position clear.

"Look at me, I forgot to add more tea. The tea is cold. I'll go warm up another pot. Xiao Chongshan's peaches are not bad. Why don't you stay a while and taste them?" Mrs. Song calculated the time and saw a figure walking in the opposite corridor. She walked away with a teapot in her hand and a smile on her face.