Watching Sun Simiao, who was nervously questioning him, Li Chunfeng actually blushed.
"Martial uncle, the last picture was very chaotic!"
"Disciple did not see very clearly."
But his expression betrayed him. Sun Simiao, looking at his cheeks as red as peaches, didn't believe a word.
"Speak! If you dare to hide anything, this old Daoist will purge the sect on your master's behalf!"
"You should know what you have written!"
"What is the content of this unfinished page?"
Old Sun shoved the last page into Li Chunfeng's face and berated him.
"Di... disciple~~."
Li Chunfeng stammered, unwilling to speak, his eyes darting towards Wu Yong.
Old Sun saw what he was concerned about and patted Wu Yong on the shoulder.
"Little Wu, you go down first!"
"Yes!"
Wu Yong pushed open the car door and got out.
Standing outside the car, his curiosity burning, he walked over to Yuan Mengjia. "May I ask, little Daoist, do you know what Daoist Li's drawings mean?"
Yuan Mengjia shook her head and pouted. "I want to know too, but my cultivation isn't enough!"
Inside the car, Li Chunfeng saw Wu Yong leave and was about to speak of the unspeakable scene.
Suddenly, the sound of a "sanbengzi" (a type of three-wheeled vehicle) came from behind.
Then came the sound of braking.
Changsun Chong rushed angrily to the pickup truck, yanked the door open, and shouted, "Damn it, there's a car and yet..."
Changsun Chong, his face full of rage, looked at Sun Simiao and Li Chunfeng in the car and felt somewhat awkward.
He had come to cause trouble for Wu Yong, but Wu Yong was standing far away with Yuan Mengjia, and the pickup truck blocked his line of sight. He hadn't seen Wu Yong, so he thought Wu Yong was still in the car.
Li Chunfeng's stammering had already made the anxious old Sun impatient. Now, just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted.
Instantly, he flew into a rage. He pushed open the car door and walked out. His movements were so agile they definitely didn't look like an old man, but a strong young man.
He went to Changsun Chong's side, grabbed him, and landed a punch on his eye socket, instantly turning it black and blue.
"If you dare to interrupt this Daoist from discussing heavenly secrets with my junior nephew, even the Crown Prince will not be spared!"
This was not an empty boast from Old Sun. Li Chunfeng's dozens of divination charts were extremely important, especially the last one!
From the first moment he met Fang Er, he knew he was not simple.
Now, Fang Er's physiognomy appeared in the last picture. It was likely that even Li Shimin would pursue it relentlessly!
After all, the scenes seen during enlightenment would not remain in the mind forever.
It might be for a moment, or an hour, but at most half a day before they vanished from memory!
If Li Chunfeng's mind was affected by Changsun Chong's actions and the image disappeared, then no one in the world would know what the last painting was about.
Changsun Chong was stunned!
Why was this old man so volatile?
Zhang Daxiong and the others who had just gotten out of the car behind were startled.
Old Sun was beating up Changsun Chong? What was going on?
After a moment of愣, they quickly came forward to mediate.
"Daoist Sun, please calm down, Daoist Sun, please calm down! What is happening? Speak slowly, don't hit people!"
Zhang Daxiong grabbed Old Sun's raised arm.
"Get out of the way!"
Old Sun was a bit crazed. He kicked Zhang Daxiong, sending him flying backward in a "flat sand falling goose" posture.
Zhang Daxiong flew three to four meters away and sat down on the ground with a thud, his eyes wide with pain. "Ah! My butt!"
Then he rolled over and lay on the ground, clutching his buttocks and twitching. His eyes looked at the spot where he had landed. There was a stone, still stained with yellow and red.
Li Chunfeng sat in the car, ignoring what was happening outside, his mind replaying the last scene.
Qin Huaiyu, Li Qiu, Fang Yiai, Du He, and the sons of the other nine dukes saw this and rushed over.
Some went to help Zhang Daxiong, while others tried to pull Sun Simiao away.
But Sun Simiao kept beating Changsun Chong. Anyone who tried to pull him away was also beaten!
Within a few moves, these hot-blooded second-generation youths were angered.
"Just a Daoist, how dare he be so arrogant?"
"Brothers! Let's get him!"
Fang Yiai roared, swinging his fist towards Sun Simiao. At this point, who cared about the reason!
The others also joined in. After Qin Huaiyu and Yuchi Baolin helped Zhang Daxiong up and moved him aside, they also joined the fray.
The nine of them surrounded Old Sun, but while Old Sun was fending them off, he could still beat up Changsun Chong!
This shocked everyone. How could this old man be so formidable?
Finally, Sun Simiao kicked them all away, one by one, and then grabbed Changsun Chong.
This guy had already turned into a pig's head. His face was so swollen that his eyes were barely visible, and blood was flowing from his nose and mouth.
He threw Changsun Chong to Qin Huaiyu. "All of you, get out of here! No one is allowed to disturb me! If you ruin this Daoist's business, even your fathers won't spare you!"
Everyone was startled by these words and quickly carried Changsun Chong and Zhang Daxiong back to a distance.
They looked at Sun Simiao, whose face was flushed with anger, and felt a lingering fear.
Old Sun returned to the car and asked Li Chunfeng again, "Speak, what did you see in the end!"
Li Chunfeng shivered, his mind pulled back from the images.
His face was flushed with embarrassment as he said, "The last scene was very chaotic."
"There were many women in disheveled clothing."
"And men and women without clothes, fighting in front of a black box."
"And also~~."
Before he could finish, Sun Simiao interrupted him.
"What about that Fang kid? Why did you draw his physiognomy?"
Li Chunfeng was stunned, pausing for a long time. "Disciple forgot."
Old Sun was furious. "This rascal! How dare you forget!"
The anger that had subsided after beating Changsun Chong surged back.
He yanked Li Chunfeng out of the car and beat him on the ground.
"For looking at women! For looking at others fight! I'll beat you, you unpromising thing, in your master's stead!"
He beat him for the time it takes an incense stick to burn. Then, holding his old waist, he looked at Changsun Chong and went to beat him up again!
"For interrupting my great business! I'll break your legs on behalf of Changsun Wuji!"
After saying that, he actually punched Changsun Chong's leg.
*Crack!*
"Ah~~!"
Changsun Chong cried out in pain, making Yuchi Baolin and the others break out in a cold sweat.
"Broken... broken... broken?"
Old Sun twisted the broken limb with his hands, and another *crack* was heard. Then he tore a strip of cloth from his robe and wrapped it around Changsun Chong's leg.
"This is a lesson for you! For rashly ruining this Daoist's business!"
After saying that, he waved his sleeve and walked back to the pickup truck. Standing outside the passenger door, he said to the stunned Wu Yong and Yuan Mengjia in the distance, "Come back! Let's continue on our way!"
The group of sons of officials were all petrified by Old Sun's actions.
He broke it, and then he set it back?
All for a lesson?
What great business did Changsun Chong ruin?
And Li Chunfeng, who was lying on the ground, this Old Sun was too ruthless, even disregarding the fraternity of the Daoist sect?