The old monk with gray robe trembled obviously, lowered his head and said, "Amitabha, Yonghui is not strict in taking care of him. Please punish me for your senior brother."

Yongyi stared at the old monk Yonghui with a burning gaze, and said in a low voice: "Punishment will be advised for the time being. How did my disciple Yan Zheng die? Who did he die?"

"Amitabha, Yan Zheng's nephew died at the hands of Chu Lingyun..." The old monk Yonghui from gray robe bowed to him, and then told him everything that Yan Zheng had gone to the imperial capital one by one.

After Yongyi finished listening, the monk's robe was aroused and the sound of rushing.

In an instant, a powerful pressure arose, as if the air became much heavier.

The old monk Yonghui opposite him trembled all over his body under his aura.

Soon, beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead.

"Chu Lingyun, what a Chu Lingyun, not only peeks at the Yijin Jing in Shaolin, but also dares to kill the first disciple of my precepts. He is simply lawless."

Speaking of this, Yongyi pressed down his palm and saw an extremely hard bluestone under his feet, and an instant palm print of about ten centimeters deep appeared.

Immediately afterwards, secret cracks appeared around the palm prints, stretching in all directions like spider webs, extending to one meter away.

Suddenly, there was another slight shock, and within half a foot of his feet, he instantly collapsed and turned into a piece of dust.

The old monk with gray robe sank, hesitated for a moment, and said carefully: "Please calm down your anger, this matter is very involved. Chu Lingyun not only has the support of the Nangong family and the Long family, but it seems that even the Dugu family is optimistic about him."

Yongyi snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "Hmph! No matter who is optimistic about him, as long as he dares to stand on Chu Lingyun's side, he will be disrespectful to us Shaolin. People or families who are disrespectful to Shaolin will all be punished as they deserve."

Yongyi did not look like a monk at this moment, and his face was replaced by an angry and hideous face.

Yan Zheng is his carefully trained apprentice. He has invested too much effort and placed great hope on Yan Zheng.

I originally wanted him to go to the imperial capital to experience it, so that he could break through and enter the extreme realm after he came back, and become the second genius in Shaolin.

But unexpectedly, this trip would be a farewell forever.

He looked at Yan Zheng, who was cold in the coffin again. Yongyi's eyes flashed with divine light, his cheeks twitched slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

But it was obvious that a sense of a sense of hostility was constantly being released.

"I'll go find the abbot, and you'll be here to give me a honest look at Yan Zheng's body."

After saying that, his monk's robe waved and disappeared into the yard with a flash.

"Amitabha!"

Looking at the place where he disappeared, the old monk Yonghui from gray robe bowed his head and bowed, and a bitterness flashed in his eyes.

On the other end, Chu Lingyun leaned against the sofa, with deep doubts on his face.

Dugu Rouran made an appointment to meet herself alone. What does she mean?

Could it be that she really listened to her father’s words and wanted to get in touch with her?!

This... probably won't be!

Chu Lingyun thought about it and after these contacts, he didn't think Dugu Rouran was really interested in him.

"Forget it, it's rare to think about it, you'll know when you go."

I looked up at the wall clock on the wall, and it was already half past four.

The time for Dugu Rouran to make an appointment is not far away. If this time passes, it is probably the right time.

Thinking of this, Chu Lingyun said to the two sisters Shinohara Qianxue, "Qianxue, Qianhuan, you two stay at home today to consolidate your cultivation and master your own strength as soon as possible."

"Hayi!" The two nodded in unison.

Chu Lingyun then added: "If your mistress asks, you will say I have something to do."

As he said that, he got up and walked out the door.

After taking a taxi for about half an hour, he finally arrived at the place where Dugu Rouran made an appointment.

This is a clean room, without passionate music, without DISCO or hot dancer.

The bar is based on light music, the lights are very soft and it looks very quiet.

It is very suitable for a few friends to talk and communicate their feelings here.

Of course, it is also suitable for couples to talk about love and enjoy the tranquility of happiness.

At this moment, on the high platform of the bar, a pure-faced girl was holding a guitar and singing an elegant ballad on it.

In a corner of the bar, there were two well-dressed and extremely beautiful women chatting and laughing, and from time to time, a series of moving laughter sounded.

Their laughter is very nice, coupled with their beautiful faces and unique temperament, however, it has attracted the attention of many men.

At this time, a handsome man in a high-end suit carried a wine glass and walked towards them with a smile on his face, as if he wanted to chat with them and get to know each other.

Unfortunately, not long after walking over, the man walked back dejectedly, causing his companion to chuckle.

The two beautiful women were no one else, but Dugu Rouran and Qian Siqi who had made an appointment with Chu Lingyun.

Looking at the man who had just left, Qian Siqi grinned slightly.

"This seems to be the fifth one. These stinky men are really ignorant and always come to destroy us."

As she said that, she raised her wrist and looked at the exquisite watch on her hand, and curled her lips with a dissatisfaction:

"Sister Rouran, he is almost 10 minutes late. It's too much. He actually made us two beauties wait for him for so long."

If it were as time as the appointment, Chu Lingyun would have arrived ten minutes ago.

As she said that, she sighed slightly and said with some concern: "Hey! Sister Rouran, do you think Chu Lingyun will let us dove?"

"It shouldn't be possible. I guess there is something delayed or traffic jam!" Dugu Rouran shook his head and said with some confidence.

Although she had only had a few contacts with Chu Lingyun, she knew that he was a person who was right and it was absolutely impossible to put pigeons on.

Qian Siqi was slightly stunned, looked at her with a teasing face and said:

"Oh, is that talking about him? Could it be that Sister Rouran, you really have an idea about him? He is not only a master of calligraphy and painting, but also a master of kung fu. He is a prince charming!"

"It's normal for you to be moved by Sister Rouran. I can understand this completely."

Dugu Rouran looked at her with a faint smile and said:

"What, my baby Siqi is jealous? Don't worry, I don't have any feelings for him. Don't think too much, otherwise don't blame me for bullying you at night."

Qian Siqi suddenly laughed: "Whoever bullies anyone may be!"
Chapter completed!