Huang Rong scolded in a sweet voice: "Because, because if you go to bully my father, you are ungrateful!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhou Botong suddenly became stunned, and a very strange expression appeared on his face, as if he didn't believe that Huang Rong could actually say such words.

Not only Zhou Botong, but even Ling Muyun was a little stunned, thinking to himself, even if you want to speak for your father, you can't play like this, right? In conjunction with your father imprisoned him for more than ten years, he still has kindness to him. Isn't this justified?

Zhou Botong was slightly stunned, then he jumped three feet high in anger, and shouted dissatisfiedly: "Girl from the Huang family, tell me clearly. Huang Laoxie first broke my old naughty child's leg and locked me up for so many years. Why did he be kind to me? If you don't explain it clearly, even if you are my brother and sister-in-law, I will still spray you with the magical power of saliva!"

Huang Rong and Zhou Botong have been together for these days, and they have long known what Zhou Botong calls the "drooling magic skill" to be. Therefore, after hearing what Zhou Botong said, a hint of panic suddenly appeared on her face. She is always clean, and if Zhou Botong sprayed a mouthful of heavy saliva, she would be so disgusting.

However, Huang Rong knew that this was not the time to think about this, so she immediately turned aside and said, "Old naughty boy, let me ask you, will you die if you don't eat or drink water?"

"My old naughty boy is not a god. Of course he will die if he doesn't eat or drink water. Do you still need to ask such a simple question?" The old naughty boy curled his lips, as if he looked down on Huang Rong very much, and actually asked him such a mentally retarded question.

However, Ling Muyun, who was standing beside him, could hear some of the smell and vaguely guess what Huang Rong wanted to say next.

Sure enough, Huang Rong continued to ask: "Who gave you what you ate and drink on the island over the years? Is it my dad?"

"Of course it's your father Huang Laoxie, otherwise do you think my old naughty boy can make food and drink in the cave? The girl from the Huang family, the question you asked is really funny, hahaha..."

Ling Muyun looked at his sworn brother who was still laughing with sympathy. He had already stepped into the trap set by Rong'er and still didn't know it. However, the person who was trapped was her prospective wife. He, a brother, couldn't say anything, so he could only watch his elder brother walk into the condom step by step.

"Look, you have admitted it yourself. If you don't eat or drink, you will die. For so many years on our Taohua Island, you have been relying on my father to send someone to deliver food and water to you. This has not made you starve and thirst to death. You said, is my father saving you life?"

"Uh--" Zhou Botong suddenly laughed, feeling like something was blocking his throat, his face suddenly turned red and he couldn't speak for a while.

After pausing for a while, Zhou Botong recovered and shook his hand repeatedly, "This doesn't count, this doesn't count, how can this count? I was locked up here by your father, so naturally your father needs to provide food and drink. The government detains criminals and even give them food and drink!"

"Okay, I won't mention this life-saving grace." Huang Rong nodded and continued, "Old naughty boy, I ask you, you are locked up on our Peach Blossom Island. If my father really wants to kill you, can you still live until now?"

"This is not possible."

"Since that's the case, and you're still alive, it means that my father didn't want to kill you at all. Is this always a blessing to spare your life?"

"This, can only be considered as it is." Zhou Botong hesitated for a moment and nodded, "But my old naughty boy didn't want to kill your father Huang Laoxie. Why did your father Huang Laoxie say that I had a little friendship with the old naughty boy back then? He could not talk about friendship, but I, the old naughty boy, always have to say that. When the old naughty boy sees your father Huang Laoxie, he will beat him up and vent his anger. Wouldn't you return this kind of grace for mercy?"

"Okay, let's put it aside for the sake of life-giving grace." Huang Rong nodded and continued to ask: "Old boy, let me ask you again, how did you practice your ability to fight with your hands? If my father hadn't locked you up here and made you so bored that you could only find a way to entertain yourself, could you create this technique of fighting with your hands?"

"this……"

Zhou Botong hesitated. To be fair, if Huang Yaoshi had not imprisoned him in this cave for more than ten years and had he been extremely bored in sitting in the cave, he would have really not practiced the skill of fighting with his hands.

But although the old naughty boy was innocent, he was not a fool. He knew that if he answered Huang Rong's routine, this matter would definitely become the kindness of Huang Yaoshi to him again. But if he opened his eyes and said lies, he would be embarrassed, so he hesitated for a moment and didn't know whether he should answer or not. How should he answer?

At the same time, I was also puzzled in my heart. It was obvious that he was bullied and imprisoned by Huang Laoxie. Why did Huang Rong say this? It seemed that he had also received the kindness of Huang Laoxie? How did this happen?

However, Zhou Botong didn't speak, but Huang Rong didn't stop talking. She continued with a smile: "Old naughty boy, even if he didn't say the kindness of saving his life, my father would have the kindness of mercy to you and the virtue of urging you to practice and create skills. Now that you have achieved some martial arts, you will bully my father. Isn't it ungrateful?"

Zhou Botong was dumbfounded by Huang Rong's sophistry and speechless. Although he knew that what Huang Rong said was wrong, he was so angry that he could not think of anything to refute it. Zhou Botong's face turned red and extremely frustrated.

"I don't care. You are a girl with sharp teeth and sharp tongue. My old naughty boy can't tell you. However, Huang Laoxie bullied me for so many years, and this old naughty boy's anger will not be able to do anything, otherwise he would have to suffocate the old naughty boy."

The old naughty boy couldn't say that Huang Rong was so angry that he simply started playing tricks and stopped arguing with Huang Rong. When he moved his body, he swept across Huang Rong like a gust of wind, and rushed towards the path from the flower tree. While breaking, he shouted loudly: "Huang Laoxie, come out, my old naughty boy is going to fight you three hundred! What he dares not fight is the turtle shrunk..."

Huang Rong's face suddenly showed anxiety. She didn't expect that Zhou Botong would suddenly play tricks like a child and not play according to the routine at all, which made her previous efforts in vain.

Ling Muyun saw Huang Rong's pretty face change color and knew Huang Rong's thoughts. So he moved his body and swept out like a gust of wind, instantly blocking Zhou Botong: "Brother, wait, I have something to say."

Zhou Botong pouted his mouth and shouted in dissatisfaction: "What, brother, you should stop me too, don't let my brother vent my anger on Huang Laoxie? It's too unfair to be loyal to you!"

Ling Muyun smiled slightly and said, "Brother, don't worry, please listen to me, please tell me, right?"

"Okay, you say!" Zhou Botong hugged his arms, pouting so hard that he could almost hang an oil bottle. "Let me see if you are just looking at your wife, don't want me, the elder brother!"

Looking at Zhou Botong who seemed to be angry, Ling Muyun couldn't help but feel funny in his heart and said, "Brother, I'm not trying to stop you from fighting with the Lord of Huangdao. But one of you is my father-in-law and the other is my elder brother. We are all family, so I just want to advise you to stop when fighting with the Lord of Huangdao. Don't hurt your kindness too much, as I am a younger brother, it will be difficult to do if I am in the middle."

"Hmph, after all, aren't you looking at your wife? You don't have the elder brother in your heart."

Ling Muyun smiled softly and said, "Of course, I know that you are wronged, brother, and I feel a little sad. So, I want to pass on a peerless magic skill to my elder brother as compensation, but I don't know if I am willing."

"What peerless magical skills? What's the name? Tell me quickly."

Zhou Botong couldn't stand it immediately and rushed to Ling Muyun, like a curious baby. Zhou Botong was so crazy about martial arts. In his eyes, the most interesting thing in the world was to practice martial arts. When he heard the four words "peerless magical skills", he didn't know where he was thrown away by him for a moment.

"Talk about this peerless magical name, you are still a little destined to be with you, brother."

"Why are you still destined to be with me? Good brother, don't keep it aside, say it quickly, if you don't say it again, I'm going to be anxious."

Seeing that the fire was almost done, Ling Muyun smiled and said, "Brother, have you been keeping the Nine Yin True Sutra for more than ten years? The peerless skill I mentioned is called the Nine Yang Divine Power, which is recorded on a secret book called the Nine Yang True Sutra. Brother, do you think you have some fate with you?"

"Nine Yang Sutra?"

Zhou Botong's eyes lit up. He had been caring for more than ten years of Nine Yin Scriptures, and naturally knew the profoundness of Nine Yin Scriptures. At this time, when he heard that the Nine Yang Scriptures, which were only one word different from the Nine Yin Scriptures, how could he not arouse his interest?

Ling Muyun nodded: "Not bad, it's the Nine Yang True Sutra."

"Good brother, how about these Nine Yang True Sutras compared to the Nine Yin True Sutras?"

"Each person is good at winning the game, equal to each other!"

"Really? You didn't lie to me? This Nine Yang True Sutra is really as good as the Nine Yin True Sutra?" Zhou Botong's eyes widened, and an extremely excited light radiated in his eyes.

Ling Muyun nodded affirmatively: "Brother, I definitely didn't lie to you."

"Good brother, then teach me."

"Will you still fight this fight between you and my father-in-law Huangdao Master?"

Zhou Botong immediately patted his chest and promised, "Good brother, don't worry, my old naughty boy is such a stingy person. Brother, I promise you that as long as the father-in-law Huang Laoxie doesn't come to cause trouble for me, I will never make things difficult for him, brother, I will never make things difficult for him. This is OK."

Ling Muyun and Huang Rong looked at each other, and a hint of joy flashed in their eyes. Now they no longer have to worry about whether they both sides would play a good fight.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a clear voice came from a distance: "What, Zhou Botong, have you thought clearly about giving me the things?"

Ling Muyun slapped his head and wanted to curse himself. He finally comforted Zhou Botong. Why did he, his father-in-law, come out to cause trouble?!

Before Ling Muyun's thoughts could be completed, he saw the two of them walking out of the flower tree side by side. One of them was wearing a blue shirt, with a clear and elegant appearance, Xiao Shuxuan raised his head, and was as clear as a god. He was the Huang Yaoshi of the East Evil. The other was wearing a worn-out dress full of patches, holding a green bamboo stick, and carrying a big red wine gourd behind his back. It was the northern beggar Hong Qigong who went to the island with Ling Muyun.

"Old naughty boy, why are you here? When did you come to Taohua Island?"

When Hong Qigong saw Zhou Botong, he suddenly had a look of surprise. Among the five great masters in the world, he had the best relationship with the King of Zhongshen Power. The Beggar Sect, whom he was in charge, also helped each other with the Quanzhen Sect founded by Wang Chongyang. Cheng Yaojia, the disciple of Sun Buer, was targeted by Ouyang Ke. As the leader of the Beggar Sect, he rushed over to help without saying a word.

As Wang Chongyang's junior brother, Zhou Botong had a lot of dealing with Hong Qigong with his senior brother Wang Chongyang. After a few times, the two of them had formed a very good relationship. In other words, Hong Qigong had no idea that Zhou Botong was imprisoned on Peach Blossom Island by Huang Yaoshi, otherwise he would have come to let Huang Yaoshi release him.

"Old beggar, hahaha..." Zhou Botong seemed very happy to see Hong Qigong and said with a laugh: "I have been on this ghost island for fifteen years. I knew it as soon as you got on the island."

"Since you know I'm on the island, why don't you go to see me? You don't treat me as a friend. Fortunately, I've been thinking about you all these years." Hong Qigong said with a little complaint.

Zhou Botong scratched his head and pointed at Shandu behind him, "Old beggar, it's not that I don't treat you as a friend, but I have made a bet with Huang Laoxie that if I can't defeat Huang Laoxie, I will never go out of this cave in my life, even if I want to see you, there is nothing I can do."

"What's going on?" Hong Qigong also heard something wrong from Zhou Botong's words at this time, and looked at Huang Yaoshi with a suspicious look: "Brother Yao, the old naughty boy is on your island, why didn't you say anything? What bet did you make with the old naughty boy again?"

Although he was just a plain question, his tone was vaguely questioning, and he was obviously dissatisfied with the matter. Although he didn't know the details, he could guess that he might not have had a good life on Taohua Island over the years, so his tone seemed a little more shocking.

"Brother Seven, are you blaming me?"

After hearing Hong Qigong's question of gunpowder, Huang Yaoshi's face became less beautiful. Moreover, he has always been arrogant and cannot stand the scolding of others. Even if he is one of the five great masters, he is slightly annoyed and his tone is not so good.

Ling Muyun and Huang Rong both complained secretly when they saw this scene. They knew that with Huang Yaoshi's temperament, if they could continue to do so, they would have to turn against each other. They were ready to persuade him. After all, one side was his father and father-in-law, and the other side was the big media where the two of them got married. If both sides really made a fuss, it would be difficult for them to be in the middle.

However, before they could speak, Zhou Botong spoke first: "Okay, old beggar, don't bother with Huang Laoxie. He is very unreasonable. We don't have to be as knowledgeable as him. Old beggar, to be honest, I have been on this ghost island for more than ten years and have been bored for a long time. We have agreed that when you will call me off the island, let's go out to have fun."

When Zhou Botong said this, Huang Yaoshi was reminded and turned his eyes to him: "Old naughty boy, since you have already broken the hole, I think you have figured it out? I won't make things difficult for you. I will hand over the Nine Yin Scriptures. I will burn it to pay tribute to my beloved wife. I will not care about where you like to go from now on."

"Nine Yin Scriptures?"

As soon as Huang Yaoshi said this, Mr. Hong was shocked and immediately realized that he guessed the whole story of Huang Yaoshi imprisoning Zhou Botong. It was because the Nine Yin Scriptures had a deep influence on their generation.

The old naughty boy made a face at Huang Yaoshi: "Huang Laoxie, you want to use the Nine Yin True Classics to burn it for your wife. My old naughty boy just won't give it to you. I didn't give it to you more than ten years ago, and I still won't give it to you today even more than ten years later!"

Huang Yaoshi laughed in anger: "Zhou Botong, are you not going to keep your oath?"

"Who said that the old naughty boy did not abide by his oath? The old naughty boy has always been the one who abides the oath the most, okay? I said that I can't beat you, except for the old naughty boy who urinated and defecated, I will keep my word!"

"So, old naughty boy, are you confident to beat me now? Well, let's compete here, I want to see what gives you so much confidence." Huang Yaoshi immediately waved to Zhou Botong.

Huang Yaoshi actually didn't believe what Zhou Botong said. He imprisoned Zhou Botong for more than ten years, and thought he knew Zhou Botong very well and knew his martial arts very well. Eight or nine days ago, he had just fought with Zhou Botong with a song of flute, and Zhou Botong almost fell under his blue sea tide. Obviously, his martial arts cultivation is better than him. How could he surpass him in just a few days? Even if Zhou Botong practiced the Nine Yin Scriptures, his martial arts could not be improved so quickly!

When Ling Muyun and Huang Rong saw that Huang Yaoshi and Zhou Botong were about to be stagnant, they were all secretly anxious. Huang Rong rushed to Huang Yaoshi a few steps, grabbed Huang Yaoshi's arm and said, "Dad, Brother Yun has the Nine Yin Scriptures you want. You can just copy one for you. The old naughty boy has become sworn brothers with my Brother Yun. Don't fight you two, it's not good to be so kind."

"What? Boy Yun has the Nine Yin Scriptures?"

Huang Yaoshi couldn't help but be shocked and turned his eyes to Ling Muyun, looking disbelief. Although Ling Muyun had already given him the Nine Yang True Sutra to him, it was said that Ling Muyun had the Nine Yin True Sutra in Shu, which still shocked his mind. It was really that the Nine Yin True Sutra represented too much to him, and it was no longer as simple as a martial arts secret book.

Facing Huang Yaoshi's gaze, Ling Muyun nodded affirmatively: "My father-in-law, my son-in-law has indeed been fortunate to witness the Nine Yin True Sutra. Half of my son-in-law's martial arts are obtained from the Nine Yin True Sutra. Since my father-in-law is interested in this sutra, I will choose a date to copy a copy to offer to my father-in-law."

Hong Qigong said with emotion: "Brother Yao, I have to envy you, your old beggar, why did you give birth to such a smart and beautiful baby daughter? You actually found such a good son-in-law for you. Not only is your character and martial arts undeniable, but you are also so generous. First, it was a Nine Yang scripture, but now it is a Nine Yin scripture. We old guys have fought for so many years, and it feels better than you to raise a daughter."

Speaking of this, Mr. Hong shook his head and said with a sigh: "If I had known this, I would have been fighting with you all these years. I would have found a good woman like Brother Yao. It would be serious to have a good daughter. At that time, I would also recruit a good son-in-law like Little Friend Ling. Wouldn't it be much easier to fight with you?"

Huang Rong stuck out her tongue and said, "Qigong, even if you are a beggar, you can only give birth to a little girl, beggar, but you can't steal my brother Yun."

"Look, I'll just say a few jokes, you girl can't stand it anymore. Don't worry, no one can compete with you for your Brother Yun. Hahaha..."

With a smile, Hong Qigong suddenly sighed and said, "Brother Yao, you will get the Nine Yang True Sutra first, and now you will get the Nine Yin True Sutra, two peerless magical skills for you to practice and learn from. It seems that next year's Huashan Sword Contest, the name of "the best in the world" cannot escape your palm."

Although Hong Qigong is upright and open-minded, he inevitably felt a little lonely in his heart when he thought of his opponent who had fought with him for decades.

"Brother Seven, you are polite. We have been fighting for so many years, and no one can defeat each other. How can I easily overcoming Brother Seven?" Huang Yaoshi shook his head and smiled, but there was a hint of pride on his face that could not be concealed.
Chapter completed!