Chapter 384: Three hundred and eighty-eight sheets: teaching

Chapter 384 Three Hundred and Eighty Eight: Teaching
The celestial Mi Chu looked down at the humble scholar in front of him, and asked coldly: "Mi Qing, who are you?"
As the simple name of Mi Qing came out of Gongzi Chu's mouth, Jiang Lin, who was still noisy just now, was silent again, but many onlookers looked at the lofty Mijia Tianjiao with inexplicable eyes.
In the past, I only knew this Tianjiao domineering and unparalleled, but today, I am afraid he is not a fool.
People in Xiling knew that Mi Qing was the village head of Mijia Village, but this question was too stupid. Even if the scholar was really the remnant of Mijia Village, how could he dare to admit it in full view that this is not the same as suicide? There were several uncontrollable sneers.
Only Xiao has a green face on his face, saying that he has seen people's hearts over time, but most of the time, people can see clearly at a glance.
The pure whiteness is almost the only thing he has seen in his life. It is impossible for such a man who knows etiquette and respectfulness to deny his relationship with his biological father in public. But in this way, no one can save his life.
"My friend, don't do stupid things!" Xiao Zheng secretly became anxious, asking God and Buddha to hear his prayers.
But if Mi Bai does not do this, how can he be Mi Bai?
"Mi Qing is my father."
Without hesitation, the scholar raised his head to answer Mi Chu’s question, and said seriously:
If you are looking for descendants of Mijia Village, I will be the only one. Those children are all innocent children living in Xiling. Please let them go. they."
From the age of ten, he knew that on this day someone from the Tang family or the Mi family would appear in front of him, asking him about his origin and the relationship between him and Mi Qing. In fact, he had already thought about it, if When someone asked, he told the truth.
More than ten years of wandering and loneliness made him almost forget the voices and smiles of everyone in Mijia Village. Of course, he also forgot about his father and mother. But what he will never forget is that when he was young, he was envious of the children in the neighboring village. , Always showing envy, the words of father after losing his temper to his mother.
"Although we are poor, we don't lie or lose our temper casually; we don't bully the weak and the weak. We can't take things that are not ours. If we practice martial arts well, the village will definitely become richer in the future!"
His father's voice and smile have long been forgotten, only these words grew up with him. Although he could not persist in martial arts, he still chose to practice calligraphy and painting, and the days were getting better day by day.
He did not become a gangster, a local ruffian, or a beggar because of his father’s teachings, and this persistence allowed him to make friends such as Xu Laoying, Tang Luo, and Xiao Zheng. He felt that he had such a father. Glory, how can you deny it.
It's just father, why is there always such a who likes to bully the weak? Mi Bai looked at the group of children who were still trembling in the distance in the net for warmth and looked at Mi Chu with anger in her eyes!
Everyone didn't care what the scholar said in the next sentence, they only heard that the scholar actually admitted that he was the remnant of Mijia Village, and only felt dizzy.
How did such a fool live so big? Looking at the scholars who are neither humble nor humble in Jiang Lin, everyone can't help but have such questions at the same time.
And Mi Chu, standing on top of Bingluan's head, was like a holy king over the world. His fierce and domineering aura burst out, and he asked Xiao Zheng with a murderous aura in his eyes: "What else do you have to say at this time?"
"There is nothing to say below." Xiao Zheng took a deep breath. Although he could no longer support Mi Bai because of his identity as the elder of the Xiao clan, he still wanted to fight for Mi Bai: "But"
"To shut up!"
Before Xiao Zheng finished speaking, he was interrupted by Mi Chu arrogantly: "Unless you want to cover up the rebellion, you just shut your mouth honestly!"
The domineering son Chu would not listen to these reasons, he was here to execute the sentence.
He was shocked when he saw Mi Bai's first glance. He didn't think that everyone in the Three Wonders of Poetry, Calligraphy and Painting was such a young scholar. Looking at the "Wang Yue Tu" brought back by Yan Lingjing, look at the young scholar, he Suddenly, there was a burst of anger, and this person set up a stall in the west of the city and sold a copy of the copybook for a few gold!
He was furious at the thought of being sold so cheaply by this poor scholar.
Moreover, this person is still so young that he may create better works in the future, thinking that the "Wang Yue Tu" in his hand may be surpassed in the future, he can't restrain the killing intent in his heart.
"For such talents, death young is the destination!"
From that moment on, Mi Chu had a murderous heart. He didn't need more calligraphy, and no more paintings, as long as this pair of "Wang Yue Tu" was in his hand.
Take all the copybooks sold out of Mibai and burn them. Only the picture of "Wang Yue" is left in the world. This can be called the real extinction!
"Mi Bai!" Standing on the top of Luan like a holy king, Mi Chu called the scholar's name and pronounced: "The son of Mi Qing, the remnant of Mijia Village, hides in Xiling City, and raises many dead men with the intention of revenge for the dead Xiling's rebellion. Amnesty, today my son will send you and these dead men to the underworld to reunite with the people in Mijia Village, you can be convinced!?"
The powerful and powerful aura of the unity of spirit and intention was brazenly pressed on the shoulders of the scholar, and the murderous aura of the spiritual force mixed with the blood and the sea of ​​corpses can be resisted by a little scholar. The white of the aura was pressed to the ground for a moment, and his body squatted. It seems to be repenting.
It's just that who is there and can't see that this is because of being taken by the momentum, convinced? A mere scholar, facing such a violent momentum, even if he is not convinced, how can he speak up.
The eyes of some onlookers of the aristocratic family flashed unbearable, as if they saw the miserable appearance of the scholar who was about to be executed by Pei Tianlu for a while.
But at the moment when he was present, Mi Bai did have a blank head, and his body was cold and his limbs were cold, and he could only curl up on the ground, but the anger in his heart was like a river that could not be calmed down!
Convinced? How can I be convinced!
What did Mijia Village do wrong, just because the secret realm is next to the village, and want to divide 50%, so it's rebellious?
And what did I do wrong, reading and writing, and being kind to others, why should I be bullied by this villain?
What did that group of children do wrong? They wandered on the streets since they were young, and finally had a stable life, but they were beaten to death because of themselves!
Grieved, unhappy, unfair! Turned into bravery, Mi Bai stood up with Mi Chu's momentum abruptly, shaking and decisively shouting: "I! No! Take it!"
Everyone was shocked, because of the courage of the scholar, and also because of the anger and despair in the shouts, what kind of dissatisfaction was that enabled this weak scholar to have such courage to face the most domineering Tianjiao of Xiling.
Seeing that the imposing scholar stood up unexpectedly, Mi Chu's expression was so gloomy that he had never been before, and a red and black light was drawn across his hand, and the scholar's right arm was interrupted by a blow.
(End of this chapter)