Chapter 300 Is the Disciple of the Old Taoist Priest a Fool?

"I have never suffered such a serious injury since I was a child. I will definitely tell my master when I go back, I don't care, I don't care, you have to pay for my life, pay for it!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Ci Song looked at the woman in front of him with a speechless expression. He never thought that he was just retaliating passively, so how could she become an aggrieved victim?

"Who is your master?" Ci Song was helpless, so he had to squat down, pick up the soft sword of the female Taoist nun and hand it to her.

"I won't tell you!" Zhuang Diemeng looked stubborn. "You hurt me like this. I borrowed the soft sword. If I don't accomplish anything, I will go back to Taoism. I will be punished. I have a grudge against you!"

"Okay, you must be sick!" Ci Song directly threw the soft sword back to her, and then sat back at the door, "Then you go back and be punished!"

"No, I won't argue with you anymore. I won't go back unless you pay for my life."

"Fellow Taoist, my life is very precious. There are many people who want it, but I'm sorry, no one can take it away from me."

After that, Ci Song closed the door of his room.

"Ouch!"

Zhuang Diemeng squatted at the door with an aggrieved look on his face, and then cried loudly.

"I don't, I won't go back, I won't go back!"

All this trouble made Ci Song extremely depressed. He looked at the female Taoist nun squatting motionless outside the door speechlessly, angry and helpless, "Fellow Taoist, do you have a hidden disease in your head? If so, Well, I know many famous doctors in Zhongzhou who can help with treatment."

"Oh oh oh, why don't you pay for your life!" Zhuang Diemeng continued to cry.

"Still killing people? Are you crazy!" Ci Song was really about to collapse. He walked directly in front of Zhuang Diemeng and pulled her up from the ground. "You don't know me, and I haven't offended you. Who gave you the courage to kill someone for no reason?"

"My master said that you are my love disaster. Unless you die, my future will be very difficult." Zhuang Diedie was still aggrieved. "My master will not lie to me."

"Is your master a pig? He tricked you into killing people, or did he say he had a grudge against me and asked you to take revenge on me?"

Ci Song was really speechless. He brought Zhuang Diemeng into the room and used his talents to heal his wounds. While healing his wounds, he chatted: "You don't even look at how old I am. How old are you? I'm only thirteen this year." At the age of 10, he has not yet reached the age of weakness, where can the love disaster come from? "

"I'm sixteen, and I've only just reached adulthood!" Zhuang Diemeng felt aggrieved, "Brother Ziling is only twenty-four, and you look about the same as brother Ziling, as old as him."

"roll!"

Ci Song almost went berserk, and when her injuries were almost healed, he was ready to drive her out.

"No, I apologize, isn't it okay if I apologize?"

I saw Zhuang Diemeng clasping his hands together and making a "please please" gesture, looking pitiful.

"Ci Song, no matter what, I have been looking for you for seven days in a row. Isn't it bad to just kick her out like this?"

A voice came from behind Ci Song. Ci Song and Zhuang Diemeng looked back at the same time and saw Ning Pingan sitting on a chair holding a teapot in his left hand and a tea cup in his right hand, pouring tea for himself.

"Old...Brother Ning, when did you come in?" Ci Song almost let out a shout.

"Hey, you are the eldest brother in the courtyard next door. Your cultivation level is not low. I didn't even sense your existence."

Being lifted up in the air by Ci Song, Zhuang Diemeng, who looked like a chicken, had a big look of confusion on his face.

"Since you're back, I naturally want to come and see you. If it weren't for this little girl, I would have shown up long ago."

Ningping drank a cup of tea, then looked at Zhuang Diemeng and said, "Xiao Nizi, who is your teacher? Why is he so sure that your Qing Jie is Ci Song?"

"I don't know what my master's name is. I only know that everyone calls him Lao Daojun. He is the one who figured out that Ci Song is my love disaster. As long as I can survive the love disaster, my future is limitless!"

Ci Song looked at Zhuang Diemeng's serious look, and the corners of his mouth twitched twice. This little girl turned out to be the disciple of the old Taoist master. How could the old Taoist master accept a fool as his disciple?

"I accept this explanation." Ning Pingan nodded and said.

Ci Song turned his head to look at Ning Ping'an with a speechless expression, "Brother Ning, are you kidding me? Even you..."

Ning Ping'an waved his hand and said: "It's not a bad idea to say that Old Taoist Lord's divination skills are the best in Tianyuan. He has made almost no mistakes. I have no reason not to believe him. Xiao Nizi, tell the truth. Are you stealing?" It was your own idea to sneak out, kill Ci Song, and survive the love tribulation, right? "

Zhuang Diemeng's face turned red instantly as if something had hit her.

"I...I..." Ci Song was completely speechless. He simply sat on a chair nearby, "Okay, in this case, today's incident will be treated as if it never happened. For the sake of Old Taoist Master, I How about sparing your life?"

"No, you can't do this. I won't leave until you pay for my life and let me survive my love crisis!"

Zhuang Diemeng was like a piece of meat, squatting on his seat and continuing to cry.

"Xiao Nizi, some things in this love crisis don't necessarily require such extreme methods to solve."

Ning Ping'an closed her eyes slightly and said softly: "Some methods are gentler and more useful!"

"any solution?"

Zhuang Diemeng stopped crying instantly, and his face change speed was comparable to that of the Shu-faced hero (unnerved, Lord of Hell version), and he looked up at Ning Ping'an.

Ning Ping'an smiled and expressed his thoughts, "The method is also very simple. As long as you follow Ci Song, you can always find a chance to assassinate him. After all, you can't beat him now, what do you think?"

"Good idea!" Zhuang Diemeng nodded quickly.

Ci Song, who was sitting on the side, was completely confused. Is this the gentler and more effective way the teacher said? Whose teacher is Ning Ping'an?

"Brother Ning, are you taking advantage of Ci Song for fun?" Ci Song asked directly.

"Of course not. You kid, you have people like us protecting you on weekdays. You don't need to worry about your own safety. Now I just found a sparring partner for you and let her train your defensive ability. You will always be safe in the future. If you want to be able to stand alone, do you have to rely on us elders for the rest of your life?"

Ning Ping'an asked Ci Song, but Ci Song could not refute. Ning Ping'an then looked at Zhuang Diemeng, "Xiao Nizi, what do you think?"

"Okay, it's decided!" Zhuang Diemeng nodded quickly, "I'll go pack my things first, and I'll move into this house today!"

After saying that, Zhuang Diemeng rushed out the door and disappeared without a trace.

"Teacher, why would this old Taoist master accept a fool as his disciple?"

After Ci Song saw Zhuang Diemeng leaving, he finally expressed his biggest doubt.

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