My good mood for the day ended with encountering the shark arm.
Not long after Bai Cang stepped out of the inner courtyard, he was blocked by several young men dressed in blue Taoist robes.
"My name is Chen Anping. You must be Bai Cang?"
The young man in the lead had a resolute face and a calm demeanor, but his pretentious and frivolous attitude made people want to laugh.
But as a polite and well-mannered young man, Bai Cang did not laugh at the other person; he simply watched him perform quietly.
I, who should be playing along with your act, will pretend not to see.
"Isn't there still an unresolved issue between us?"
Chen Anping glanced sideways at Bai Cang, adopting a posture of repeated sneers.
Bai Cang remained calm. "Are you sure?"
As he spoke, he glanced at his own blue Taoist robe and then at the other person's blue Taoist robe.
It seems like nothing was said, yet it's as if a lot was said.
According to the rules of the Sanyin Temple: inner courtyard disciples wear green robes, while outer courtyard disciples wear blue robes.
Who do you think you are to argue with me?
Do you understand what it means to be superior or inferior, and to distinguish between insiders and outsiders?
Seeing this, before Chen Anping could speak, a blue-clad cannon fodder next to him preemptively said, "He's just a drug test subject selling hooks, what are you so smug about?"
"Soon, Brother Chen will definitely pass the inner court assessment, while you are destined to be eliminated. Let's see how you handle that then."
Upon hearing this, Bai Cang silently gripped the gilded bronze vajra he was carrying in his hand.
The rule of the Three Yin Temple: Among peers, it is not a crime for the strong to bully the weak!
As long as it doesn't result in death or disability, indiscriminate fighting and killing are unacceptable, and the defeated dog has no right to complain.
"Brother Bai, please wait, I just..." Chen Anping was very anxious upon seeing this.
"boom!"
But the next second, Bai Cang unleashed a powerful strike, wielding his pestle and smashing it down.
"Bang!"
A small silver hammer slid out from Chen Anping's sleeve.
Then, it suddenly appeared out of nowhere and collided with the gilded bronze vajra.
In an instant, Chen Anping, along with the silver hammer, was sent flying.
"puff!"
The small silver hammer flew through the air and landed on the ground three zhang away.
The unknown blue-clad cannon fodder who "spoke outrageously" was also smashed to the ground on the spot.
A large chunk of his shoulder had collapsed, clearly indicating that his shoulder bone was shattered.
A sharp pain caused him, who was trying to play the tough guy and make some face-saving remarks, to roll his eyes and faint on the spot.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
At the same time, Bai Cang kicked the other blue-clad cannon fodder to the ground one by one.
One by one, their faces were deathly pale, blood was spitting from their mouths, and their fingers pointing at Bai Cang trembled.
"Pah! Trash!"
Bai Cang spat and swaggered away.
In this "battle," he didn't even use his true energy; relying solely on his powerful physique nourished by true energy, he easily chopped them down, rendering them unable to take care of themselves.
Do these weaklings even deserve to block the road and "bully" him, "Master Bai"?
"Brother Chen, you..."
As Bai Cang's arrogant and domineering figure disappeared into the distance, the few cannon fodder in blue glared angrily at Chen Anping.
"It's just a small matter of a hundred taels of silver, why are you risking your lives?"
Chen Anping silently got up from the ground and dusted himself off.
After walking a few more steps, he picked up the small silver hammer, rubbed his aching wrist, and silently shook his head.
If it weren't for his uncle's strong insistence and constant pressure, he would never have wanted to provoke such a wolf.
He had clearly dragged it out for ten days, making his attitude quite obvious.
Unexpectedly, these friends are still so clueless, insisting on making trouble for themselves.
Perhaps it's because they're so eager to improve!
"However, true qi? I'll be close to that too!"
Chen Anping watched Bai Cang's departing figure with a complicated expression, and slightly pursed the corners of his mouth.
He then shook his head and said to the blue-clad cannon fodder, "I will take full responsibility for Xiao Yi's medical expenses. When you go back, each of you will also receive ten taels of silver for medical expenses."
Upon hearing this, the blue-clad cannon fodder immediately fell silent and stopped grumbling.
A man should be positive and ambitious; what kind of man is one who whines and complains?
Bai Cang, however, did not take such a trivial matter to heart at all.
He kicked open the door to Zhanghe's courtyard with practiced ease, completely ignoring the increasingly large sign hanging at the entrance: "No Bai Cang or dogs allowed."
Then, as soon as he entered, he skipped all the formalities and directly reached out to Zhang He: "Hey, big brother, send me the money."
"Trying to borrow money again? No way!"
Zhang He glared angrily at Bai Cang, "Don't push your luck. Let me tell you, no one has ever dared to bully me, the Eight-Armed Asura."
"You come to borrow money every other day, do you really think I'm easygoing?"
The landlord's family truly had no surplus grain; not a single drop remained!
Seeing this, Bai Cang didn't waste any words. He silently took out a gilded bronze vajra and immediately performed a "Great Vajra Pestle" routine on Zhang He.
His techniques were skillful and his strength was fierce; the heavy shadows of his pestles were like the howling of wind and thunder.
This technique has clearly reached the "master level"!
After doing all this, Bai Cang reached out and pressed down on the stone table.
A palm print, even deeper than before, suddenly appeared in front of Zhang He.
"This is a critical moment, and I beg my godfather for help. I promise this will be the last time." Bai Cang said with a shy smile.
And this, plus this, could I borrow the money while standing up?
"Don't give me that crap. I'm not giving you a penny. If you want my life, come and take it if you dare!"
A hint of amazement flashed in Zhang He's eyes, but he still shook his head vigorously, saying, "You always say it's the last time."
"This time and time again, it's the sixth time now! Do you think I'm a silver mine? Do you think my land will grow silver notes?"
If Bai Cang's performance wasn't truly outstanding, how could he repeatedly "explode gold coins"?
But you can't use the same trick every other day, can you?
Upon hearing this, Bai Cang scratched his head: "The morale is low, and the team is hard to lead."
How did Old Deng manage to become so shrewd?
"How about we triple the interest this time?" Bai Cang asked tentatively.
Upon hearing this, Zhang He stopped talking and silently pulled out a vajra pestle thicker than his thigh from under the table, staring at Bai Cang with an unfriendly expression.
"I promise this will absolutely be the last time!"
Upon seeing this, Bai Cang quickly patted his chest and guaranteed, "If I'm lying, may my whole family die!"
This sentence held Zhang He captive for three seconds before finally breaking his defenses: "Your whole family has been dead for ages!"
"Besides me, can you find another family member?"
Zhang He stared at Bai Cang with an unfriendly expression, and suddenly anger rose in his heart and evil thoughts arose in his mind.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The next second.
A barrage of fists rained down on Bai Cang like a storm.
Bai Cang wielded a gilded bronze pestle, wielding it with such skill that water could not penetrate and the defenses were impenetrable.
In the end, however, he was no match for Zhang He's powerful and heavy punches, and was beaten black and blue.
"No, Godfather, please let me explain..."
"Stop hitting him! Someone's going to die if you keep hitting him!"
Bai Cang threw down the demon-subduing pestle, covered his head, lay down on the ground, curled up, and simply gave up.
Seeing this, Zhang He reluctantly stopped.
Perhaps it was this torrent of anger that finally allowed him to vent the resentment he had been holding in for so long.
He rubbed his wrist and sneered, "I'm definitely not going to lend you any more money."
"If you want to borrow money, you'll have to pay back the 15,000 taels of real gold and silver I lent you first."
"But as for ways to make money, I do have one here, it just depends on whether you have the guts!"
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