Those years, those jokes, those scum

Chapter 174: Jianghu Dispute, the Chief is Not Obedient 18

It was almost noon, and two groups of people stood opposite each other on the tail of Hujiang City West Street. On the left, there were more than a dozen well-dressed young talents, holding carefully protected swords. Their tall and imposing figures attracted the envy and yearning eyes of the people around them. However, the people on the roadside envied them, but gradually developed a sense of resistance and rejection towards the arrogant and contemptuous look on their faces. Especially after those people arrived——

Compared to the well-dressed disciples of the various schools on the opposite side, the crowd on the right pales in comparison. They are of different heights, weights, and appearances, and are either ordinary or rough. However, their uniform black clothes with white light armor make them look very reliable.

Qi Yi, the team leader of this area, lowered his head and continued his actions while quietly rolling his eyes. Why are they here again? They are too idle and have nothing to do! They are very busy, okay? After finishing this job, they still have to collect the red flowers for the deputy leader.

He muttered in his heart, and then waved his hands twice at his own people. The people behind him dispersed and returned to their posts to continue working. Qi Yi took two steps forward, smiled, clasped his hands together, and shouted to the young men opposite: "What can I do for you, young heroes?"

A swordsman in a green shirt standing at the front of the team had a depressed look on his face. He frowned and stared silently at the Holy Moon Cult members who continued to distribute porridge.

"If you have nothing else to do, then I'll excuse myself." These people were just too full. Qi Yi was not a very patient person. If it weren't for this month's performance, he would not bother to pay attention to them. He himself found it incredible that he could talk to these guys so kindly.

"Bah, hypocrisy!" Seeing that the person opposite turned around and really didn't want to pay attention to him, a hot-tempered young man next to him said hatefully.

The shout really stopped him in his tracks. Qi Yi turned around and confronted them again, his fists clenched, his expression tense, his eyes fierce, completely without the politeness he had just shown, as if he was ready to knock the other party down at any time.

"Humph, the demon sect's demons are the demon sect's demons. They just said a few words and that's it. What, do you still want to attack me?" Seeing that his provocation was successful, Tong Shan of the Hushan Sect was very proud. He pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword and held it tightly. This time they had more people and the other side didn't seem to be carrying any weapons. As long as they started to fight, they would be sure to win!

The people who were queuing up to receive porridge saw that the situation had become more delicate, and the timid ones held their bowls, lowered their heads and shrunk their shoulders, and quietly left the porridge shed. But most people still chose to continue queuing in an orderly manner, and even consciously lined up a little tighter.

"Hey, I'm telling you not to be fooled by the small favors of these evildoers. Who knows what shameful deeds they are doing behind the scenes! Disperse quickly." Looking at the behavior of these people, several followers came out, shouting and stretching out their hands to drive them away.

"Look carefully, they are a demon sect. Don't wait until you get some benefits but end up losing your life."

After hearing these words, the people still did not move away from their team, and did not even give them a glance. To them, they were just ordinary people who were forced to be displaced by the drought, and did not understand the so-called righteous evil sect. They only knew that these young men were kind enough to give out porridge and steamed buns here these few days.

"Ignore them, just continue." Seeing his subordinates stop and look over here, Qi Yi took a deep breath and secretly suppressed the anger in his heart.

"Everyone in the martial world knows what you, the evil sect, have done. How come you have a change of heart and are now turning over a new leaf?" Tong Shan continued to speak loudly and relentlessly, causing his companions to laugh.

"Don't be so bullying..." When Qi Yi was about to rush forward with anger on his face, a strong force was placed on his shoulders and firmly fixed him in place.

"Right Protector!" Qi Yi, who was just wondering which blind person was getting in the way, instantly became obedient after seeing who was coming.

Oh no, how could this person be here? Tong Shan, who had called out the loudest, quietly hid behind the man in green shirt next to him. He asked in a low voice, "Brother, what should we do now?"

"Calm down." Cheng Ya glanced at him impatiently. "No matter how powerful Xingle is, can he lead these unarmed people to defeat us alone?"

"Don't embarrass me, be careful and alert." Seeing Xingle walking towards him leisurely, Chengya was in no mood to teach his junior brother a lesson. He stepped forward and blocked Xingle.

Qin Shuangjiang, who had been watching from the nearby teahouse on the second floor for a while, was playing with the teacup in his hand with a sharp look and disgust in his heart.

"Master, actually you don't have to worry..." Lan Fengping, who was sitting opposite, said cautiously to Qin Shuangjiang who looked not well.

"Hmph, what's there to worry about when dealing with these people?" It wasn't easy for them to deal with Xingle alone, let alone adding her to the mix. It would be simply courting death.

No, that's not what she meant...

"Alas," Xingle sighed, with a helpless smile on his face. "Young Master Cheng, I don't know how my troops have offended you when distributing porridge and food here today. If so, please tell me clearly to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings."

Indeed, the older generation of the Holy Moon Sect did a lot of things that were harmful to the world. But in the past five years, due to the internal struggle for power, their sect really didn't have the energy to stir up trouble. Compared with the proud newcomers of other sects in the martial arts world, they were simply low-key and peaceful. If there were any conflicts, it would be nothing. As a martial artist, if you don't have some bumps and bruises with others, can you still be considered a martial artist?

"..." Cheng Ya didn't expect the other party to be so polite and courteous. This was different from the Xingle he knew. Thinking of the strange behavior of the Demon Cult in recent days, he felt more and more uneasy.

"Stop pretending. What conspiracy are you trying to come up with?" Unable to guess the other party's intentions, Cheng Ya shouted angrily.

"I know that everyone has misunderstood our Holy Moon Sect. You can't accept this for a while. I understand." The gentle young man showed a depressed expression. His gentle tone made people feel distressed.

"It's not you..." Cheng Ya looked confused by this development.

"But!" Xingle's eyes were red and his voice was a little choked.

"But even if you have any prejudice against us, please don't delay the people's time to receive the food. Maybe they have families waiting for food to save their lives." After saying that, Xingle turned around and saluted the people in line, saying guiltily: "I am really sorry, fellow villagers, for causing trouble for you."

Xingle's actions shocked the crowd and made them become agitated.

"Mr. Xing, you don't have to apologize. We can't thank you enough." A white-haired lady with patched clothes was the first to speak with gratitude.

"You guys are really going too far. You don't do good deeds yourself, but you hinder others from doing good deeds. What kind of people are you?"

"I know, I know, this group of people are from the Hushan faction." Taking advantage of the large crowd and the many gossips, passers-by who had been watching from the outside for a long time mixed in and spoke excitedly in a low voice.

"Ah, the big gangs are different. They are all dressed up like real people, but they don't know the hardships of us ordinary people."

"That's right, if you have the leisure time, why don't you go listen to music or watch a play? What are you doing here?"

“Brother, look at this…” As the crowd’s pointing and talking became louder and louder, Tong Shan shouted anxiously.

"What's going on! Hurry up and leave!" Cheng Ya glared at Xingle fiercely, then left with his men in big strides.

Oh, it feels so good to drive the opponent away without using fists! Xingle opened the fan on his waist and looked up at a room in the teahouse with a smug smile.

See, she said there was no need to worry. Lan Fengping nodded affirmatively in her heart. She had never seen the right protector do this since he learned this method.

"..." Qin Shuangjiang didn't know how to describe his current mood. He just felt a little regretful.

Today was probably the hottest day since she came to this world. Under the eaves of the compound, Leng Nuan put her hands in front of her eyes and looked up at the cloudless sky. The only good thing about her now was that she was no longer in the protagonist group, and she finally lived a normal life.

"From this point of view, nothing we did was against any rules." Leng Nuan turned his head to look at the System Cat squatting in the corner, exuding a resentful temperament, and said calmly.