As Wan Lin spoke, he looked at the old mage's face full of vicissitudes of life with some worry. Feng Dao also looked at the old mage silently. They were really afraid of this old man. After seeing Zhang Wa and others,
After being injured, I was worried about the safety of Jingheng, a young disciple who had been shut down.
Sure enough, after Master Changtian listened to Wan Lin's explanation, he turned to look at Zhang Wa and the others, who were covered in bandages and limping to the side, with a worried look on their faces.
The old man looked at the backs of Zhang Wa and others and was silent for a moment. He then looked at Wan Lin and Feng Dao and said: "To be honest with you two donors, when you came here last time, I understood the situation of your army. You all
They are warriors who serve their country in a hail of bullets!"
When the old man said this, he suddenly said in a more serious tone: "I asked you to take Jingheng away just so that he can use his martial arts to serve the country like I care about you. Otherwise, what is the use of his martial arts skills? There is no point in fighting.
Pay the price, as long as the disciples of my Lingyi Temple serve the country, I will be mentally prepared regardless of death or injury!"
As the old monk spoke, he turned to look at the young monk standing next to him. He changed the subject and asked: "It's just that Jingheng has been with Lao Na since he was a child and grew up in the mountains. He has been attracted by Lao Na and him."
The two senior brothers broke up and didn't understand the rules. I wonder if he was obedient in the army? He didn't cause you any trouble."
Wan Lin heard the words of this old man who understood the righteousness deeply. He glanced at the wind knife next to him with emotion, and then hesitated for a moment during the old mage's question.
At this time, the young monk took a step forward nervously as the master asked. He glanced at Wan Lin and Feng Dao with a sad face. He turned to look at the master and said: "Master... Master, I...
I'm listening in the army... and I'm obedient."
"Go away, stand by the side, I didn't ask you!" Master Changtian heard the boy's answer, and immediately raised his two snow-white eyebrows and shouted. The little monk was raised by him since he was a child, and every move of this boy was...
He understood the meaning of his expression, so he immediately understood that this boy must be hiding something from him.
When the young monk heard the master's roar, he quickly lowered his bald head and replied respectfully: "Yes, yes, yes." Then he quietly took half a step back, looking very nervous.
Feng Dao saw the scared look on the little monk's face and knew that the old senior must be very strict in teaching his disciples. He quickly replied with a smile: "Old senior, don't worry. Jing Heng is very good in the army. Although he has not been in the army for a long time.
He is a commander, but he trains very hard. Now he has mastered many military skills. We and the army chiefs like him very much."
He then pointed at the assault rifle carried by the young monk and said: "Although Jing Heng has not been training for a long time, his marksmanship and individual combat ability are already very good. In this real-life action against the enemy, Jing Heng
Heng is also very brave and has killed several enemies on his own. We will still ask for credit for him after we return."
When Master Changtian heard Feng Dao's story, a smile of relief appeared on his wrinkled face: "Haha, this is my disciple of Lingyi Temple, and he has not insulted my name as master."
The young monk heard Feng Dao speak for him. He glanced at Feng Dao gratefully, then looked at the master and said: "My Brother Feng said... you are right, I... my marksmanship is... very accurate.
I killed quite a few enemies. Master...Master, I...I'll let...let you see my gun...my skills tomorrow, it's very powerful."
When Wan Lin heard the bragging words of this boy, he sat cross-legged on the ground and glanced at the boy with a gloomy face. He then looked at Master Changtian and said hesitantly: "Old senior, Jing Heng's overall performance in the army is indeed good.
However, you know that we are all special operations forces, and any small negligence will put yourself and your comrades around you in danger."
When Master Changtian heard Wan Lin's words, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared and he looked at Wan Lin attentively. Wan Lin continued: "Senior, you have such piercing eyes that you have already seen the nature of our army. In
In the operations we carried out, the enemies we faced were all retired overseas special forces soldiers who had received professional military training just like us, and they had extremely professional killing methods."
"Therefore, the risk in our operations is extremely high. As long as one person fails to obey orders during the operation, it is likely to cause immeasurable harm to himself and his surrounding comrades."
Wan Lin glanced at the young monk standing next to him with his head lowered, and then said: "Under your guidance, Jingheng has developed quite good skills and is a good young man. However, he has repeatedly disobeyed orders during actions and relied on
The good Qiang Qinggong acted without authorization and brought a lot of uncertainty to our actions, which gave me a headache."
When Master Changtian heard Wan Lin say that the young monk did not obey the command, the two snow-white eyebrows on his face suddenly stood up, and a strong burst of Qi suddenly surged out from in front of him, and the blazing flames from the torches on the surrounding walls also
There was a sudden flash, and the old man's body sitting cross-legged on the ground rose upward at the same time, and his right leg that was originally wrapped around his left leg kicked forward like lightning.
Master Changtian was furious and kicked the little monk hard on the stomach. The little monk screamed and flew backwards. The old man shouted angrily: "Little bastard! I finally managed to pull him off."
You are sent to the army, is this how you gain fame for my Lingyi Temple?"
Wan Lin and Feng Dao, who were sitting cross-legged next to the young monk, were shocked! Neither of them expected that this old monk, who had been practicing all his life, had such a violent personality!
Wan Lin patted his left hand gently, and his body followed the young monk's body flying backwards. The wind knife also quickly jumped up from the ground, and he took a step across to block Master Changtian.
Wan Lin shot backwards. He raised his right hand at the same time and grabbed the little monk's arm in the air. A powerful aura surged from his body at the same time. He grabbed the little monk's arm and kept his body coiled.
The sitting position slowly falls to the ground.
Amidst Master Changtian's thunderous scolding, a group of Chengru people who had already walked to the courtyard behind quickly turned around and ran back. Following them, Chengru and others saw Wan Lin holding the little monk and sitting on the ground, with the little monk's hands
He held his stomach tightly.
Everyone's eyes widened. Several people ran to the young monk and then bent down to help him up. They already understood that Master Changtian must have taught the young disciple a lesson in anger.
At this time, the two senior brothers of the young monk stretched out their hands and pulled Chengru and the others aside. The senior senior brother Jingxin said in a low voice with a pale face: "Dear donors, my master is enforcing the family law. Don't stop him to prevent him from angering you.