bullyxtreme Chapter 573 As expected, there isn't a single one who's easy to deal with.
Chapter 573 As expected, there isn't a single one who's easy to deal with.
"Oh, Dad! Stop! Stop! I was wrong! I'll never do it again!"
Yuwen Yi stomped his feet in pain and begged for mercy repeatedly.
"Grandma, be gentle! You're squeezing me so tight I can't breathe! I won't do it again, okay?!"
Mo Sijin thrashed her legs, her pig-like screams of pain echoing throughout the entire venue.
But the two remained unmoved, dragging their younger relatives back to their respective camps.
All that remained were the stunned martial arts practitioners, still reeling from the shock, and Bai Yue, standing there, looking bewildered and innocent.
"Young people are full of vigor and straightforward. They appreciate each other and it is normal for them to have occasional disagreements."
Faced with the chaotic scene before him, Master Yinian stroked his beard and chuckled, gently smoothing things over.
"Such vibrant energy makes us old folks quite envious."
"Yeah yeah!"
While laughing it off, Fu Wenzhu kept an eye on his seemingly gentle but actually quite unruly apprentice, Lu Wangyou.
When he noticed that the other person's gaze was also frequently glancing in Bai Yue's direction, his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly stepped forward to change the subject.
“Junior brother, since… uh, the mountain gate is gone and the oath has been dissolved, then let’s not linger here. Let’s hurry up the mountain. I happen to have some fragrant tea with me. We, as fellow disciples, can brew some tea, reminisce about the old days, and talk about our friendship.”
He was really afraid that Lu Wangyou would follow those two silly boys and rush over to join the hype. If that happened, three men would be fighting over "Bai Dazhuang," and the scene would be impossible to manage.
On the other side, Ming Jingxing suddenly started shouting.
"Hey! Wait! Going up the mountain is fine, but my relatives haven't arrived yet! I have to take them with me!"
Upon hearing this, Master Yinian turned his gaze to Mo Qingyan, who was standing not far away. He clearly remembered that Ming Jingxing and the other party had been engaged back then. Although it came to nothing, seeing Ming Jingxing calling him "relatives" at this moment, he couldn't help but have some misunderstandings.
Mo Qingyan was incredibly intelligent, and he instantly understood what Master Yinian meant.
Then she smiled confidently and spoke with poise and grace.
"You're overthinking it. My relationship with Brother Ming is a thing of the past. Now we only have the bond of brother and sister. I'm happy for him that he's found his place."
After saying that, she turned to look at Ming Jingxing and said loudly.
"Brother Ming, you shouldn't participate in this martial arts tournament."
Upon hearing this, the other person's brows immediately furrowed.
But in front of so many people, he couldn't directly refute Mo Qingyan, lest he embarrass her.
He could only take a few steps closer, lower his voice, and ask with a hint of confusion.
"Qingyan, why are you doing this? My participation will help Dazhuang clear all obstacles and allow her to sit firmly in the position of alliance leader. Wouldn't that save us a lot of trouble?"
Mo Qingyan also lowered her voice, explaining quickly and clearly at a volume that only the two of them could hear.
“Brother Ming, you’re confused! This time, we’re trying to help Dazhuang establish her authority in the martial arts world and win everyone’s respect! But if you step in, with your martial arts skills and reputation, who in the martial arts world can compete with you? Everyone will just think that you forced her to take the position of leader, that it was the result of favoritism and corruption!”
She continued to explain.
"Even if she becomes the leader of the alliance, she will find it difficult to gain the support of the people. No one will listen to her orders. What is the point of being the leader? It will only plunge her into greater controversy and difficulties!"
Seeing that the other party nodded repeatedly, Mo Qingyan offered a suggestion.
"Therefore, not only can you not participate, but you must also publicly state your position and fully support her in fighting for it based on her own abilities! Only in this way can you silence the criticism and allow her to truly gain a foothold!"
Although Ming Jingxing was straightforward, he was not unreasonable.
Mo Qingyan's explanation immediately made him realize the truth!
He patted his forehead and whispered.
"Absolutely right! Qingyan, you've thought of everything so thoroughly! I was just trying to save trouble and almost ruined Dazhuang's big plan! Fine! I won't participate in this competition! I'll just stay here and cheer her on!"
After figuring it out, Ming Jingxing raised his head and deliberately put on an arrogant and disdainful look as he spoke in a booming voice to Master Yinian, who was not far away.
"Hmph! You stinking Taoist priest! I have no interest in participating in your so-called martial arts tournament! It's boring!"
He abruptly changed the subject, forcefully patted Bai Yue's shoulder beside him, and then looked around with an undisguised threat.
"Today, I'll cheer on my precious grandson and stand by him! Every single one of you listen up! This is a friendly sparring match, and it'll end when the point is reached! If anyone dares to lay a finger on my grandson... Hmph..."
Before he could finish speaking, he channeled his inner strength and made a move to blast the collapsed mountain gate again.
Mo Qingyan quickly stepped forward and gave him a push, scolding him playfully.
"Alright, alright, Brother Ming, we know you love your grandson! Stop standing around here and hurry up and take your 'relatives' up the mountain to settle them in! Don't delay the important business!"
Ming Jingxing finally gave up after some grumbling, and then swaggered away amidst the fearful gazes of the crowd.
Mo Qingyan shook his head, then turned and walked to Bai Yue with a gentle smile on his face.
“Nephew, since your grandfather is my elder brother, you are naturally my nephew as well. If you don’t mind, come up the mountain with our Sword Forging Manor so that we can look after each other.”
Bai Yue naturally did not refuse Mo Qingyan's invitation; she bowed respectfully.
"Thank you for your kind words, Grandma Mo. I will respectfully accept your offer."
After arranging things for Bai Yue, Mo Qingyan turned her gaze to Fu Wenzhu, who was standing to the side, and teased her with a smile.
“Fu Wenzhu, if you don’t mind, you can come up the mountain with us.”
Seeing this, Master Yinian quickly smiled and extended an invitation to Fu Wenzhu. "Senior brother, why don't you come back to the temple with me? It's perfect that we, as fellow disciples, can live in the same courtyard, talk by candlelight, and discuss the Dao over tea, just like when we were studying at the temple. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
Fu Wenzhu looked at her junior brother in front of her, then glanced at Lu Wangyou beside her, whose eyes kept drifting towards Bai Yue, and sighed inwardly.
"In that case, I will trouble you."
As he spoke, he reached out and firmly grasped Lu Wangyou's wrist, keeping her by his side, and whispered a reminder.
"Forget-me-not, stay close to your master, don't get separated."
"Xiuyu, keep a close eye on your junior brother and make sure he doesn't run around anywhere."
Fu Wenzhu's intention was obvious: to prevent this foolish disciple from acting like the previous two and recklessly getting close to Bai Yue.
Lu Wangyou struggled for a moment but couldn't break free, so she had no choice but to look away helplessly and respond obediently.
"Yes, Master."
So, Fu Wenzhu pulled his rather troublesome disciple along with Master Yinian and walked side by side toward the Zixiao Temple.