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Chapter 25 Brother, do you need me?

A few days later, Juxian Town.

This town is not far from Qingyuan Temple. If you travel faster, it is only an hour away.

Juxian Town was funded and established by the Shuxian Sect of the imperial court, with dedicated personnel and unified management.

Here, each major sect can sell their unused supplies.

For example, elixirs, talismans, spiritual pets...

In addition, you can also make friends and exchange information here...

It is also a good place to find a Taoist companion.

But be very careful and be careful not to be deceived!

Love is a very difficult thing to explain.

When Jiang Yang and Chu Ling'er arrived, it was the busiest time of the day in Juxian Town.

Standing at the entrance of the town and looking in, pedestrians were passing each other inside.

If you're not careful, your shoes can be squeezed out.

Jiang Yang turned back and glanced at Chu Ling'er who was following him. He saw that she was holding two shop title deeds in her hand, with a bright smile and her eyes narrowed into a crescent shape, so he asked:

"Ling'er, what are you doing here? Why don't you just stay in the temple?"

Chu Ling'er put away the store title deed and put it in his sleeve.

He used his usual tone of lecturing Cui Ru and said to Master Jiang Yang: "Master, how can you not want to make progress every day? Cui Ru also knows how to carry water, cut firewood, and cook for the two of us every day. Look at you, not every day

To play with Xiaobai, I just lie on a chair and bask in the sun... Although our Qingyuan Temple has made a little progress, it can't stop you, the master, from teaching by words and deeds. What will happen if Cui Ru is ruined in the future?"

Jiang Yang squinted his eyes and kept muttering in his mind... If you can't teach Cui Ru bad, you will only be bad.

No wonder Chu Linger has stopped practicing these days. It turns out...

"So, as the thirty-ninth generation leader of our Qingyuan Temple, I have to think about the great future. Didn't we get two shops from the Giant Bear Gate... Take a look today and see what kind of business we can do.

For the best."

Jiang Yang scratched his head, who is the master and who is the apprentice?

Chu Ling'er's words sounded like the old Master Wen.

Okay, okay, let's go out today and just think of it as a fresh idea.

In short, there is no need to look at the face of Cui Ru, the lucky man.

In the past few days, Jiang Yang became more and more angry.

I always feel that God is blind, and it was Cui Ru who realized the truth.

Obviously he is a ready-made person.

God is so blind.





"Shopkeeper Han, if the master behind you doesn't show up yet, don't blame me, the Iron Fist Sect, for being unkind!"

At the door of a shop in Juxian Town, an old man who looked like a shopkeeper was surrounded by a group of strong men wearing iron armor with the word "Iron Fist" embroidered on their chests.

Several young store clerks stepped forward to help the old shopkeeper, but their teeth were knocked out with a punch by the strong man in charge.

Now they are covering their mouths, supporting each other, and wailing.

"Tieshan, don't go too far. You lost these two shops to the Giant Bear Sect, and now you want to go back? How can there be such a reason in the world?"

"Everyone, come and give us a review!"

The old shopkeeper named "Han" was wearing a green shirt and a goatee. He faced the aggressiveness of the strong men but did not show the slightest fear.

Shopkeeper Han shouted, which immediately attracted the attention of everyone passing by.

Everyone gathered around, pointed, and whispered:

"Aren't the two shops on this opposite door the same two shops that the Giant Bear Gate lost to Qingyuan Temple a few days ago?"

"Yes, these are the two shops... Tieshan must have seen that no one has come to take over the shops in Qingyuan Temple these days, so he had evil intentions."

"I heard that these two shops were controversial. I heard that Tieshan and Xiong Miaoyun, the eldest daughter of the Juxiong Sect, made a bet and lost these two shops to the Juxiong Sect. Unexpectedly, Tieshan refused to admit it afterward.

If you want to go back to the shop, you have to come and make trouble once or twice a month."

"Seeing that the shop changed hands again and was given to Qingyuan Temple, Tieshan must have been observing it for a few days and saw that no one came to Qingyuan Temple, so..."

"In the past, when the Xiong brothers were here, Tieshan couldn't defeat them and they didn't dare to fool around.

But now, these two shops belong to Qingyuan Temple, and Tieshan is bullying no one in Qingyuan Temple."

"How dare he do that!" someone exclaimed.

"How do you say this?"

"Didn't you look at that shocking sword strike on the banks of the Lanjiang River a few days ago... no, that one?"

"No, I was busy at the time and didn't go to see it."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a pity... That day, Cui Ru of Qingyuan Temple cut off the river with one stroke, and the river flowed backwards. Even a hundred iron mountains were not enough for him to hit."

"ah?"

The man was regretting not going to watch the game that day.

His eyes turned back to the two parties in the dispute.

The old shopkeeper Han was grabbed by the collar by Tieshan and was lifted up from the ground with his feet dangling in the air. Although shopkeeper Han was over sixty years old, he was a tough guy. He didn't say a word to beg for mercy and even extended his hand.

His old face and eyes indicate:

If you have the guts, just fight!

Tieshan grabbed Shopkeeper Han's collar with one hand, and held it tightly with the other hand. His fist as big as a casserole was raised high, and it was about to fall on the old face the next moment.

"Old Han, I, Tieshan, think of you as a loyal servant and I won't argue with you!"

"Go and call the people from Qingyuan Temple. I, Tieshan, will tell them personally."

Tieshan threw Shopkeeper Han's handful of old bones on the ground.

Shopkeeper Han's eyes were fierce and he said, "You can meet Mr. Jiang even if you want to?"

"Hey! You old dog, why did you change your family so quickly?" Tieshan responded angrily.

Shopkeeper Han first sneered, then slowly got up from the ground: "I, Han Zhong, only know the shop!"

Tieshan's face turned red and he couldn't help but take another look at the old dog.

Then, Tieshan looked around at everyone and shouted loudly: "If there are people from Qingyuan Temple present, please listen to me. These two shops belong to my Iron Fist Sect from the beginning to the end!"

"Ouch——"

Suddenly, a young man's voice appeared at an inappropriate time, causing Tieshan's voice to stop abruptly.

Tieshan squinted his eyes and saw a young man wearing a Taoist robe and his hair tied with a wooden hairpin squeezed out from the crowd.

He stumbled and almost fell to the open ground.

"Sorry, sorry, please continue..." The young man hugged him with both hands.

He said that he was pushed in unintentionally and he wanted to leave.

Unexpectedly, the people present were sharp-eyed, and some people recognized who the young man was at a glance, and said bluntly: "Hey, isn't this the leader Jiang of Qingyuan Temple!"

Ten thousand grass and mud horses ran through Jiang Yang's heart!

He first glared at the talkative man fiercely, and then looked for Chu Ling'er in the crowd who had just pushed him while he wasn't paying attention.

This little girl is so rebellious.

When you go back, you must spank her.

Pump it hard!

"That's right, this is the leader of Qingyuan Temple!"

"Master Jiang!"

As more and more people recognize Jiang Yang, it becomes impossible for Jiang Yang to leave.

Jiang Yang turned around with a very ugly smile on his face.

He looked at the iron mountain, which was eyeing him and was a head taller than him:

"Brother, do you have anything to do with me?"

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