Xue Yang sat at a small wooden table at a street stall, with one leg curled up on the bench, eating a bowl of rice wine dumplings.

He banged the spoon against the bowl, initially seeming to be very satisfied with the meal, but in the end, he suddenly realized that the glutinous rice balls were too sticky and the rice wine was not sweet enough.

Xue Yang stood up and kicked the stall over.

The stall owner was busy running around and was stunned by his kick.

He watched helplessly as the young man suddenly attacked. After kicking him, he turned around and walked away without saying a word. It took him a while to react. He chased after him and yelled, "What are you doing!"

Xue Yang said: "Smash the stall."

The stall owner was furious and said, "You are sick! You are crazy!"

Xue Yang remained indifferent. The stall owner continued to point at his nose and cursed: "You little bastard! You eat my food without paying, and you dare to smash my stall?! I..."

Xue Yang moved his right thumb slightly, and the sword at his waist came out of its sheath.

The sword gleamed fiercely, and he patted the face of the stall owner with the blade of the sword that could bring disaster. He said gently and sweetly, "The dumplings are delicious. Put more sugar next time."

After saying that, he turned around and continued walking forward with a swagger.

The stall owner was terrified and dared not say anything. He just stared at him as he walked away. Suddenly, he felt aggrieved and angry.

After a while, he roared: "... In broad daylight, for no reason, what right do you have? What right do you have?!"

Xue Yang waved his hand without even turning his head, and said, "It's nothing. Many things in this world happen for no reason. This is called an unexpected disaster. Goodbye!"

He walked briskly through several streets. After a while, a man came up from behind him, walking with his hands behind his back, and followed his pace at a leisurely pace.

Jin Guangyao sighed, "I just turned around and you caused all this trouble for me. Originally I only had to pay for a bowl of glutinous rice balls, but now I have to pay for the tables, chairs, benches, pots, pans, and bowls."

Xue Yang asked: "How much money are you short of?"

Jin Guangyao said: "Not bad."

Xue Yang asked: "Then why are you sighing?"

Jin Guangyao said: "I think you should not be short of this little money. Why can't you try to be a normal customer once in a while?"

Xue Yang said: "I never have to pay for anything I want in Kuizhou. Just like this."

As he said this, he plucked a candied haws from the street vendor's pole. The vendor was probably seeing such a shameless person for the first time, and was stunned. Xue Yang said while biting, "Besides, can't you handle a small stall?"

Jin Guangyao laughed and said, "You little rascal. You can start a business if you want. I won't care even if you burn down the whole street. Just do one thing: don't wear the Golden Star Snow Wave robe, cover your face, and don't let anyone know who did it, or I'll have a hard time."

He threw the money to the vendor. Xue Yang spat out a mouthful of hawthorn seeds and squinted at a small patch of purple on Jin Guangyao's forehead that had not been properly hidden. He laughed and said, "What did you do?"

Jin Guangyao glanced at him with a hint of reproach, adjusted his hat to hide the bruise, and said, "It's hard to explain."

Xue Yang asked, "Did Nie Mingjue beat him?"

Jin Guangyao asked, "Do you think that if he had done it, would I still be standing here and talking to you?"

Xue Yang agreed with this.

The two left Lanling City and came to a strange building in the wilderness.

The buildings here are not gorgeous. Entering the high wall, there is a row of dark long houses. In front of the long houses is a square, surrounded by chest-high iron fences, and the fences are covered with red and yellow talismans. In the square are some strange equipment, such as iron cages, guillotines, and nail boards, and some ragged "people" are slowly walking through.

These "people" all had livid complexions and empty eyes. They walked around the open space aimlessly, bumping into each other from time to time, and making strange noises like leaking air from their mouths.

Corpse refining ground.

Back then, Jin Guangshan wanted the Yin Tiger Talisman very much, and tried various means to get it, but Wei Wuxian was unyielding and he hit many snags. He thought, if you can do it, others can't? I don't believe that you, Wei Ying, are the only one who can do it. One day, you will be surpassed by others and laughed at by future generations. At that time, will you still be arrogant?

Therefore, Jin Guangshan recruited those who imitated Wei Wuxian to cultivate ghost ways, and used them for his own purposes. He spent a lot of money and materials on these people, and ordered them to secretly study and analyze the structure of the Yin Tiger Talisman, and to copy and restore it. Among them, only a few were successful in their study, and the one who went the furthest was Xue Yang, the youngest one recommended by Jin Guangyao.

Jin Guangshan was overjoyed and made him a guest official, granting him great rights and freedom. The corpse refining field was a piece of land that Jin Guangyao had specifically requested for Xue Yang to study in secret, and to do whatever he wanted.

When we arrived at the corpse refining ground, we saw two vicious corpses fighting in the center of the ground.

These two were completely different from the other zombies. They were fully clothed, their white eyes were rolled up, and they held weapons in their hands. They clashed with their swords, and sparks flew everywhere. There were two chairs in front of the iron railings. The two of them sat down at the same time. Jin Guangyao straightened his collar, and a trembling zombie moved over and handed over a tray.

Xue Yang said: "Tea."

Jin Guangyao took a look and saw a strange purple-red object at the bottom of the teacup, which was swollen due to being soaked. He had no idea what it was.

He smiled, pushed the teacup over and said, "Thank you."

Xue Yang pushed the teacup back and said warmly, "This is the tea I made myself, why don't you drink it?"

Jin Guangyao pushed the teacup back again and said kindly, "It's because you made it yourself that I don't dare to drink it."

Xue Yang raised an eyebrow and turned back to watch the fight between the zombies.

The two corpses fought more and more fiercely, using swords and claws, and blood and flesh flew everywhere. The bored look on his face became more and more intense. After a while, he suddenly snapped his fingers and made a gesture. The two corpses immediately twitched all over their bodies and turned the swords to cut off their heads. The remaining headless body fell to the ground, still trembling.

Jin Guangyao said: "Isn't it just right?"

Xue Yang said: "Too slow."

Jin Guangyao said: "Much faster than the two I saw last time."

Xue Yang stretched out his black-gloved hand, pointed out a finger, shook it, and said, "That depends on what you compare it to. This kind of thing, let alone compared to Wen Ning, even compared to the ordinary evil spirits summoned by Wei Wuxian's flute, it won't last long."

Jin Guangyao smiled and said, "Why are you in such a hurry? I'm not in a hurry either. Take your time and tell me if you need anything. By the way,"

He took something out of his sleeve and handed it to Xue Yang: "Maybe you need this?"

Xue Yang flipped through it, suddenly sat up from his chair, and asked, "Wei Wuxian's manuscript?"

Jin Guangyao said: "Not bad."

Xue Yang lowered his head and flipped through it, his eyes sparkling. After a while, he looked up and said, "Is this really his handwritten manuscript? He wrote it when he was nineteen?"

Jin Guangyao said, “Of course. Everyone wanted it, and they fought hard to get them all. It took me a lot of effort.”

Xue Yang cursed in a low voice, his eyes becoming more excited. After flipping through the pages, he said, "It's not complete."

Jin Guangyao said, "There was a huge fire and bloodbath at the mass grave. It's great to find these fragments. Don't read them carefully."

Xue Yang asked: "Where is his flute? Can you get Chen Qing here?"

Jin Guangyao spread his hands and said, "Chen Qing is not okay, Jiang Wanyin took it away."

Xue Yang said, "Doesn't he hate Wei Wuxian the most? Why would he want to petition? Didn't you snatch Wei Wuxian's sword? Give him the sword and exchange the flute for him. Wei Wuxian has long since abandoned the sword and sealed it so that no one can pull it out. There is no point in keeping it except for displaying it for you to see."

Jin Guangyao said, "Master Xue is very good at forcing people to do things. Do you think I haven't tried? Nothing is that simple. Jiang Wanyin has gone crazy now. He still thinks Wei Wuxian is not dead. If Wei Wuxian comes back, he may not take his sword, but he will definitely take Chen Qing. Therefore, he will definitely not hand over Chen Qing. If I say a few more words, he will turn hostile."

Xue Yang snorted and laughed twice, saying, "Mad dog."

At this time, two disciples of Lanling Jin Clan dragged up a cultivator with disheveled hair.

Jin Guangyao said, "Aren't you going to refine the evil corpse again? It's just right. I'm sending you the materials."

The cultivator's eyes were red and bulging, and he was still struggling. He looked at Jin Guangyao with eyes that were almost spitting fire. Xue Yang asked, "Who is this person?"

Jin Guangyao said calmly, "The one I sent to you is, of course, a criminal."

Hearing this, the cultivator threw himself forward with all his might, and spat out the cloth that was blocking his mouth with a mouthful of blood, saying, "Jin Guangyao! You are a thief who is worse than pigs and dogs, and you have the nerve to call me a sinner? What crime have I committed?!"

He spoke each word with a sharp tone, wishing that every word could pierce Jin Guangyao. Xue Yang sneered and asked, "What's going on?"

The monk was being pulled by the person behind him like a dog chain. Jin Guangyao waved his hand and said, "Block him."

Xue Yang said, "What are you blocking? Let me hear it. How can you be so evil that you are worse than pigs and dogs? He is barking like a dog, and I can't understand what he is saying."

Jin Guangyao said in a slightly reproachful tone: "Mr. He Su is also a famous scholar. How can you be so rude to address him?"

The monk sneered and said, "I have fallen into your hands and you can do whatever you want to me. Why are you still pretending?"

Jin Guangyao said amiably, "You don't have to look at me like that. I can't do anything about it. Nominating an Immortal Leader is the general trend. Why stir up trouble and provoke war everywhere? I have warned you again and again, but you refused to listen. Now that things have come to this point, it is irreversible. I am filled with regret and pain..."

He Su said: "What do you mean by the general trend? What do you mean by fanning the flames? Jin Guangshan wants to establish the position of Immortal Supervisor, just to imitate the Qishan Wen family's dominance. Do you think that everyone in the world is ignorant? You framed me just because I told the truth!"

Jin Guangyao smiled but said nothing. He Su continued, "When you succeed, all the Xuanmen clans will see the true face of your Lanling Jin clan. Do you think that you can rest easy after killing me? You are totally wrong! My Tingshan He clan has many talented people. From now on, we will work together and will never succumb to you, another dog in disguise!"

Hearing this, Jin Guangyao narrowed his eyes slightly, and raised the corners of his lips, showing his usual gentle and amiable face. He Su's heart skipped a beat when he saw this. At this moment, there was a commotion outside the corpse refining field, mixed with the cries of women and children.

He Su turned around suddenly and saw a group of Lanling Jin Sect monks dragging in sixty or seventy people in uniform. There were men and women, young and old, all of them were in panic, and some were crying and wailing. A young girl and a young boy were tied up, kneeling on the ground and shouting at He Su: "Brother!"

He Su was so shocked that he was stunned. His face turned pale as paper. He said, "Jin Guangyao! What do you want to do? You can just kill me, why did you have to involve my entire clan?!"

Jin Guangyao lowered his head and adjusted his cuffs, smiling, "Didn't you remind me just now? Even if I kill you, I won't be able to rest easy. The He Clan of Tingshan is full of talented people, and from now on we will work together and never surrender. I am very worried, and after thinking about it, I have no choice but to do this."

He Su felt as if a fist was stuffed into his throat, and he couldn't even speak. After a while, he angrily said, "You wiped out my clan for no reason. Are you really not afraid of being criticized by the public?! Aren't you afraid of what will happen if Chi Feng Zun finds out?!"

Hearing him mention Nie Mingjue, Jin Guangyao raised his eyebrows, and Xue Yang almost fell over in his chair with laughter. Jin Guangyao glanced at him, turned back and said calmly: "You can't say that. You, the He clan of Tingshan, rebelled and used the power of the entire clan to secretly assassinate the leader of the Jin clan, but you were caught on the spot. How can this be called without reason?"

Several people over there cried out, "Brother! He lied! We didn't do it, we didn't do it!"

He Su said, "What nonsense! Open your eyes and see clearly! There are nine-year-old children in here! And old people who can't even walk! How could they rebel?! Why would they want to assassinate your father for no reason?!"

Jin Guangyao said: "Of course it's because you, Master He Su, committed the crime of murder first and were convicted and sentenced by Jinlintai, and they are not convinced."

He Su then remembered what crime had brought him to this spooky place, and said, "This is all a false accusation! I didn't kill any cultivator from your Lanling Jin clan! I've never seen the dead man! It's not even certain whether he was a cultivator from your clan! I... I..."

He was stuck for a while and collapsed: "I... I don't know what's going on, I don't know at all!"

However, no one in this place would listen to his explanation. Sitting in front of him were two vicious criminals who had already regarded him as a dead man and were enjoying his dying struggle. Jin Guangyao smiled and leaned back, waving his hand and said, "Block him, block him."

Knowing that he was doomed, He Su's face was filled with despair. He gritted his teeth and roared, "Jin Guangyao! You will get your comeuppance in the end! Your father will die among prostitutes sooner or later, and you, the son of a prostitute, won't have a good ending either!!!"

Xue Yang was listening with great interest, when suddenly, a dark shadow flashed, a silver light flashed, and He Su covered her mouth and screamed loudly.

Blood spurted all over the ground, and He Su's tribesmen were crying and cursing. The scene was in chaos, but no matter how chaotic it was, they were still firmly controlled. Xue Yang stood in front of He Su, who was lying on the ground. He picked up a piece of blood in his hand and threw it. He snapped his fingers at the two walking corpses beside him and said, "Put them in the cage."

Jin Guangyao asked: "You just locked him up alive?"

Xue Yang turned around, raised his lips, and said, "Wei Wuxian has never used a living person to refine it, I would like to give it a try."

The two walking corpses obeyed his order, dragged up the legs of He Su, who was still screaming, and threw him into the iron cage in the corpse refining field. Seeing their brother banging his head against the iron bars in the cage, several boys and girls rushed over and cried loudly. The cry was sharp and piercing. Jin Guangyao raised one hand and rubbed his temple, as if he wanted to take a sip of tea to calm down. However, when he lowered his head, he saw the swollen purple-red thing at the bottom of the cup, and then looked up at the tongue that was being tossed in Xue Yang's hand. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly realized: "You use this to make tea?"

Xue Yang said: "I have a big jar, do you want it?"

“…”

Jin Guangyao said, “Forget that. Just pack up and follow me to pick someone up, and then go somewhere else to have tea.”

He seemed to remember something, and straightened his hat, accidentally touching the hidden bruise on his forehead. Xue Yang gloated: "What's wrong with that bruise on your head?"

Jin Guangyao said: "It's hard to put it into words."

Jin Guangshan threw all matters to Jin Guangyao all day long, and he spent his days drinking and partying everywhere, and stayed out all night, which made Mrs. Jin furious at Jinlin Terrace. In the past, when Jin Zixuan was there, he could still act as a mediator between his parents, but now there is no room for maneuver between the two. Every time Jin Guangshan went out to fool around with women, he would ask Jin Guangyao to cover up for him and make excuses. Mrs. Jin couldn't get him, so she grabbed Jin Guangyao and vented her anger, smashing an incense burner today and pouring a cup of tea tomorrow. So in order to let himself live a few more days safely at Jinlin Terrace, Jin Guangyao had to personally go to various Qinlou and Chuguan to pick up Jin Guangshan on time.

Having done this many times, Jin Guangyao already knew where to find Jin Guangshan the fastest. They found a gorgeous little building and walked in with his hands behind his back. The lobby manager came up to greet him with a flattering smile, but Jin Guangyao raised his hand to indicate that it was not necessary. Xue Yang took an apple from a guest's table and followed Jin Guangyao upstairs slowly. He rubbed the apple on his chest and began to chew it. Not long after, the coquettish laughter of Jin Guangshan and a girl could be heard upstairs. There was more than one girl. Yingying cooed, "Master, do you think my painting is good? The flowers painted on my body look alive?" "What's so great about being able to paint? Master, do you think my handwriting is good?"

Jin Guangyao was used to it and knew when to show up and when not to. He gestured to Xue Yang and stopped. Xue Yang sighed and looked very impatient. Just as he was about to go downstairs to wait, he suddenly heard Jin Guangshan's rough voice: "Girls, isn't it enough to play with flowers and plants, apply perfume and powder, and make yourself beautiful? Why write words? It's really a bummer."

Those women originally wanted to please Jin Guangshan, but when they suddenly said this, the atmosphere upstairs became awkward for a moment. Jin Guangyao also paused slightly.

After a while, someone laughed and said, "But I heard that there was a talented woman in Yunmeng who was famous for her poetry, songs, chess, calligraphy and painting, and she was so famous that she fascinated everyone!"

Jin Guangshan was extremely drunk, and the alcohol could be heard in his stumbling words.

He said with a big tongue, "You can't say that. I've discovered that women should avoid those useless things. Women who have read a little bit always think they are superior to other women, and they have many demands and unrealistic thoughts. They are the most troublesome."

Xue Yang stood in front of a window, leaning back, resting his arm on the window, eating an apple while looking sideways at the scenery outside. And Jin Guangyao's smile seemed to be fixed on his face, with curved eyebrows and eyes, motionless.

In the attic, the girls laughed and responded. Jin Guangshan seemed to recall some past events and muttered to himself, "If I redeem her and bring her to Lanling, I don't know how she will pester me. If she stays where she is, she might become popular for a few more years and won't have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of her life. Why must she give birth to a son? The son of a prostitute, what's the point of expecting that..."

A woman asked, "Master Jin, who are you talking about? What son?"

Jin Guangshan said in a daze, "Son? Oh, let's not talk about it."

"Okay, let's not talk about it!"

"Since Master Jin doesn't like us writing or drawing, then we won't write or draw. How about trying something else?"

Jin Guangyao stood on the stairwell for an incense stick of time, and Xue Yang also looked at the scenery for an incense stick of time. Only then did the laughter from upstairs gradually die down.

After a moment, Jin Guangyao turned around calmly and began to walk down the stairs slowly. Seeing this, Xue Yang threw the apple core out of the window and followed him staggeringly.

The two walked on the street for a while, and after a while, Xue Yang suddenly laughed out loud without any courtesy.

He said: “Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha…”

Jin Guangyao stamped his feet and asked coldly: "What are you laughing at?"

Xue Yang laughed out loud, "You really should have looked at your face in a mirror just now. Your smile was so ugly, so fake and disgusting."

Jin Guangyao snorted and said, "What do you know, you little rascal? No matter how fake or disgusting it is, you have to laugh."

Xue Yang said lazily, "You asked for it. If anyone dares to say that I'm the son of a whore, I'll find his mother, fuck her hundreds of times, and then drag her out to a brothel to be fucked hundreds of times by others. Then we'll see who is the son of a whore. It's that simple."

Jin Guangyao also laughed and said, "I don't have your leisure time."

Xue Yang said: “You don’t have it, but I do. I don’t mind doing it for you. Just tell me, and I’ll do it for you, hahahahahahaha…”

Jin Guangyao said, "No need. Master Xue, please save some energy. Are you free in a few days?"

Xue Yang said: "Don't we have to do it whether we have time or not?"

Jin Guangyao said: "Help me go to Yunmeng and clean up a place and make it clean."

Xue Yang said: "As the saying goes, when Xue Yang takes action, no one is spared. Do you have any misunderstanding about whether my actions were clean or not?"

Jin Guangyao glanced at him and said, "I don't think I've heard this common saying before?"

Night had already fallen, and the place was quiet with few people around. The two of them were walking and talking, and when they passed a roadside stall, the man was listlessly cleaning up the small table. He looked up and suddenly screamed and jumped back.

His shout and jump were so shocking that even Jin Guangyao was slightly startled, and his hand quickly fell on the hilt of the sword at his waist. When he saw that it was just an ordinary vendor, he immediately ignored him. But Xue Yang didn't say a word, and kicked the stall over.

The stall owner was shocked and frightened, and asked, "You again?! Why?!"

Xue Yang smiled and said, "Didn't I tell you? No reason."

He was about to kick again when he suddenly felt a sharp pain on the back of his hand. His pupils suddenly shrank and he quickly took a few steps back. He raised his hand and saw several bloody marks on the back of his hand. He looked up and saw a Taoist in black who had retracted his whisk and was looking at him coldly.

The Taoist was tall and slender, with a handsome and cold face. He held a whisk in his hand and carried a long sword on his back, with the tassel of the sword fluttering slightly in the night wind. A flash of murderous intent flashed across Xue Yang's eyes, and he struck out with a palm. The Taoist in black waved his whisk, intending to repel him, but Xue Yang's move was strange and unpredictable, and his palm suddenly changed direction, and instead struck at his heart.

The Taoist in black frowned slightly and dodged, but was barely hit on the left arm. Although his skin was not injured, a frost suddenly condensed between his brows, as if he was extremely disgusted and could not bear it.

Xue Yang saw this subtle change in his expression. He sneered and was about to make another move when a white figure suddenly entered the battle. It was Jin Guangyao who stood in the middle and said, "Do me a favor, Taoist Song Zichen, please stop."

The stall owner had already fled, and the black-clothed Taoist asked, "Lian Fang Zun?"

Jin Guangyao said: "That's exactly what I am."

Song Zichen asked, "Why would Lord Lian Fang protect this tyrannical person?"

Jin Guangyao smiled bitterly and said helplessly, "Master Song, this is a guest of my Lanling Jin Sect."

Song Zichen said: "Since you are a guest official, why do you want to do such a lowly thing?"

Jin Guangyao coughed and said, "Master Song, you don't know, he... has a strange temper and is young, please don't bother with him."

At this time, a clear and gentle voice came, saying: "You are indeed still young."

Like a ray of moonlight in the night, a Taoist in white with a whisk in his arm and a sword on his back appeared silently beside the three people.

The Taoist was tall and graceful, with fluttering robes and sword tassels. He walked slowly, as if walking on clouds. Jin Guangyao saluted and said, "Master Xiao Xingchen."

Xiao Xingchen returned the gift and smiled, "I didn't expect that you still haven't forgotten me since we last met a few months ago."

Jin Guangyao said: "Daoist Xiao Xingchen's Frost Flower Sword shook the world. It would be strange if I didn't remember it."

Xiao Xingchen smiled slightly, as if he understood Jin Guangyao's nature of always speaking with a little flattery, and said, "Lian Fangzun, you are too kind." Then, he turned his gaze to Xue Yang and said, "However, even though you are still young, since you are a guest official of Jinlin Terrace, you still need to discipline yourself and restrain your desires. After all, the Lanling Jin family is a famous family, and they should set an example in all aspects."

His pair of black eyes sparkled, bright and gentle, and he looked at Xue Yang without any condemnation, so although it was a word of advice, it was not offensive. Jin Guangyao immediately took the step calmly and said, "Of course."

Xue Yang chuckled. Xiao Xingchen heard him sneer, but he didn't get angry. He looked at him for a while and said thoughtfully: "Next, I see this young man, his moves are quite..."

Song Zichen said coldly: "Vicious."

Hearing this, Xue Yang laughed and said, "You said I was young, but how many years older are you than me? You said I was vicious, but who was the first to hit me with a whisk? You two are too funny when you teach people a lesson."

As he spoke, he raised the back of his hand with blood marks on it and shook it. It was clearly him who had done the evil first, but now he was confusing right and wrong and acting justified. Jin Guangyao looked at the two Taoists with a look of amazement and said, "Masters, this..."

Xiao Xingchen couldn't help laughing and said, "Really..."

Xue Yang narrowed his eyes and asked, "What is it really? Why don't you tell me?"

Jin Guangyao said gently: "Chengmei, please shut up."

Hearing that name, Xue Yang's face darkened immediately. Jin Guangyao said again: "My two Taoist priests, I'm sorry for today. Please forgive me for my kindness."

Song Zichen shook his head, Xiao Xingchen patted him on the shoulder and said, "Zichen, let's go."

Song Zichen glanced at him and nodded slightly. The two of them said goodbye to Jin Guangyao and left side by side.

Xue Yang stared at the two men's backs with a sinister look, and said with a smile and gritted teeth: "... Damn stinky Taoist priest."

Jin Guangyao asked curiously, "They didn't do anything to you, why are you so angry?"

Xue Yang said, "I hate people who are so self-righteous and pretentious. Xiao Xingchen is only a few years older than me, but he is nosy and annoying. He even lectured me. And the guy named Song," he sneered, "but why did he look so proud when I hit him with my palm? One day, I will dig out his eyes and smash his heart. Let's see what he can do."

Jin Guangyao said: "You misunderstood. Taoist Song has a slight mysophobia and doesn't like to interact with others. He is not targeting you."

Xue Yang asked, "Who are these two stinking Taoist priests?"

Jin Guangyao said, "After all this fuss, you don't even know them? They are the two who are in the limelight right now, 'Bright Moon and Clear Wind Xiao Xingchen, and Proud Snow and Frost Song Zichen'. Haven't you heard of them?"

Xue Yang said: "I have never heard of it. I don't understand. What the hell is that."

Jin Guangyao said: "It doesn't matter if you haven't heard of it or don't understand it. In short, they are two gentlemen, so just don't provoke them."

Xue Yang asked: "Why?"

Jin Guangyao said: "As the saying goes, it is better to offend a villain than a gentleman."

Xue Yang looked at him and asked doubtfully, "Is there such a common saying?"

Jin Guangyao said, "Of course. If you offend a villain, you can kill him directly to eliminate future troubles, and others will applaud. If you offend a gentleman, it will be difficult to deal with. This kind of person is the most difficult to deal with. They will chase you closely and bite you to death. If you touch them, you will be condemned by thousands of people. So, stay away from them. Fortunately, they think you are just a teenager with a domineering mentality. They don't know what you do all day, otherwise it will be endless."

Xue Yang sneered, "My hands are tied. I'm not afraid of this kind of person."

Jin Guangyao said: "You are not afraid of me, but I am. Less trouble is worse than more. Let's go."

They could only walk a few steps, and soon they came to a fork in the road. To the right was the Jinlin Terrace, and to the left was the corpse refining field.

They smiled at each other and went their separate ways.