"You, you...! Zhou Bochong, stop!"

Sima Ce cursed angrily.

"No, I can't help it!"

Zhou Bochong said cheerfully: "I will draw the tortoise shell first, and then draw the limbs..."

"Zhou Bochong, stop!"

Suddenly, Sima Ce shouted.

"Ah? Old turtle, what are you barking at? Are you admitting defeat?" Zhou Bochong stopped and said cheerfully.

"Zhou Bochong, I'll give you my Demon-Conquering Knife for free! Don't... draw on my face! The grudge between us two will be wiped out with one stroke!"

Sima Ce was a man who valued his dignity very much. If Zhou Bochong painted a bastard on his face, wouldn't everyone in the world laugh at him?

He had no choice but to give in!

When Zhou Bochong saw Sima Ce admit defeat, he rolled around on the ground laughing and said, "I never expected that an arrogant and domineering old bastard like you would end up like this."

"But what you said is wrong. This Demon-Conquering Knife was originally prepared for people with both ability and political integrity. It doesn't belong to you in the first place. How can you say you gave it to me?"

"What on earth do you want to do?"

Sima Ce roared angrily.

"How about this, you call me daddy three times and I'll let you go." Zhou Bochong said with a smile.

"Zhou Bochong, my uncle, I have tolerated you for a long time. If you have the ability, kill me!!"

Sima Ce was furious and roared angrily.

"Are you still so arrogant?! Not only am I going to draw a bastard on your face, I'm also going to draw a dog on your chest!"

After Zhou Bochong finished speaking, his eyes showed a faint light, and he was ready to draw the turtle on his face.

"Good, good, good..."

At this moment, a voice suddenly rang,

When Zhou Bochong heard this voice, he immediately stopped what he was doing and his expression became a little unnatural.

"Master Lu, help...help."

When Sima Ce heard this voice, he immediately shouted as if he were seeing a relative.

"Donor Zhou, give me some face and let Donor Sima go this time."

An old voice sounded, and then a monk in tattered robes slowly walked forward with a Zen staff in his hand.

Zhou Bochong looked at the old monk, stood up immediately, and kept moving back, as if he had seen something terrible.

"Donor Zhou, can you give me some thin noodles?"

The monk looked at Zhou Bochong and said with a smile.

Zhou Bochong was a little uneasy and did not dare to raise his head to look at him. Then Zhou Bozuo immediately turned around and ran away quickly.

"Donor Zhou, you must return the Demon-Conquering Knife to its original owner before tomorrow morning. If you refuse to return it, I will have a discussion with you."

The monk spoke slowly.

Zhou Bochong didn't dare to pay attention to him and fled away quickly.

"Donor Sima, please take this medicine."

The monk smiled and shook his head, then walked towards Sima Ce and asked him to take the medicine.

After Sima Ce swallowed the medicine, he felt his whole body relax. He stood up, bowed to the old monk and said, "Master Lu, thank you for saving me."

The monk is none other than Master Lu Chengdao.

He used to be the patriarch of a mysterious family somewhere, and then he became a monk for some unknown reason.

"Donor Sima, there is a saying that goes well, there will be consequences if there is a response. You must know that greed and resentment are all vain. Please think twice..."

Master Lu smiled at Sima Ce and said.

Sima Ce had a strange look on his face, then bowed deeply and said, "Master Lu's teachings are right."

"Okay, I'll leave first."

After Master Lu finished speaking, he turned around and slowly walked away.

Sima Ce bowed deeply to him, and then looked at the position where Zhou Bochong escaped fiercely, gritted his teeth and said, "Zhou Bochong, let's wait and see!"

…

"It's really unlucky. Why did you meet this old monk?"

Zhou Bochong quickly fled more than ten kilometers away, looking behind him in fear, worried that Master Lu would chase him.

"Old monk, I have to return that thing to its original owner before tomorrow morning. Do I want to return it? Forget it, this broken knife is of no use to me, so why not return it to him?"

Zhou Bochong was very afraid of Master Lu, so he decided to return the Demon-Conquering Sword to Sima Ce.

…

Early the next morning.

Jiang Xiaofeng woke up, went to the restaurant to have breakfast, and then went to meet Ji Zehang.

Arriving at Ji Zehang's office, the deacon said respectfully: "Senior Brother Jiang, what can I do for you?"

"I want to see Senior Ji." Jiang Xiaofeng said.

"Okay, I'll report it right away."

The deacon was about to go in to report when Ji Zehang's voice rang out, "Is it Xiaofeng? Please come in quickly."

"good."

Jiang Xiaofeng opened the door and walked in.

I saw Ji Zehang sitting on the chair and taking a sip of tea.

"Sit down quickly, Xiaofeng."

Ji Zehang pointed to the chair next to him and said with a smile.

Jiang Xiaofeng saluted him and then sat down.

"What's the matter?"

Ji Zehang looked at Jiang Xiaofeng and asked.

"Second Uncle Ji, I want to enter the interior of Shenxu Mountain."

Jiang Xiaofeng looked at Ji Zehang and said.

Jiang Xiaofeng came to Shenxu Mountain this time because he wanted to enter its interior.

Ji Zehang once told him that if he could get into the top 5 in the competition, he would be able to enter the interior of Shenxu Mountain.

Now that Jiang Xiaofeng has become the champion, it stands to reason that his qualifications are enough.

"You guy, I have already guessed that you are looking for me for this matter." Ji Zehang said with a smile.

"Second Uncle Ji, when will I enter the Shenxu Mountain battle circle?"

Jiang Xiaofeng asked expectantly.

"the day after tomorrow."

Ji Zehang said straightforwardly.

"the day after tomorrow?"

When Jiang Xiaofeng heard these words, he couldn't help but feel a little ecstatic, "Seriously?!"

"Yes, Mr. Xu called me this morning and told me that he wants you to go to the Shenxu Mountain Battle Circle the day after tomorrow."

"That's great!"

When Jiang Xiaofeng heard Ji Zehang's words, he couldn't help but be extremely excited.

He thought about it day and night, and finally looked forward to this day.

"But you also have a task to do this time." Ji Zehang said solemnly.

"What's up?"

Jiang Xiaofeng asked, suppressing his smile.

"I don't know either. Mr. Xu will directly hand over the task to you when the time comes." Ji Zehang said.

"When will my master see me?" Jiang Xiaofeng asked quickly.

"Maybe today, maybe tomorrow." Ji Zehang said.

…

Jiang Xiaofeng was speechless.
To be continued...