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"Outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!" Uncle Da was the first to slam his fist on the table and stand up.
He was filled with righteous indignation, his mouth still stained with the grease from the stolen roast goose. "I, Ada, have been a womanizer for decades, and I've never seen such an arrogant bully! Brother Simao, don't worry, we at Wulongyuan will avenge you!"
Master Long Eyebrows stroked his long eyebrows, coughed, and reminded him, "Ada, watch your words. What do you mean by 'conquering the battlefield of love'? You're more like suffering defeat after defeat!"
Uncle Da blushed and immediately changed his tune: "Ahem, Master is right. What I mean is, we can't just sit idly by! We have to teach that kid named Iron Eagle a lesson!"
"Yes! Hit him!" Xiao Long waved his little fist from the side, his words concise and his attitude resolute.
For him, the most direct way to solve problems is with his fists.
"Hitting someone is against the law!" The arrogant Wen pushed up his sunglasses, revealing a mature "strategist" expression.
He slowly shook his finger. "To deal with this kind of person, you need to use your wits. I have a great idea. We'll go to the school cafeteria, put laxatives in his food, and make him collapse from diarrhea! Then, we'll detonate a fart bomb in his classroom, making him the smelliest person in the whole school!"
This suggestion was immediately met with enthusiastic support from Uncle Da: "Brilliant! Xiao Wen, you're a genius! A decisive strike, catching them off guard! Let's do it that way!"
Looking at these "strategists" whose statements were becoming increasingly outrageous, Long Yan shook his head helplessly.
He glanced at the still sympathetic Huan Ji beside him, and at the witch Xiao Zhen who was listening with great interest, as if she were learning new tricks for "pranks".
I think this matter probably shouldn't be left to these clowns to lead.
Just then, a series of urgent car horn blasts came from outside the mountain gate, interrupting the chaotic battle meeting.
"It's so late, and there are still worshippers?" Master Long Eyebrows was somewhat surprised.
Uncle Da ran to open the door and saw a black, impressive, luxurious Rolls-Royce parked in front of him.
A well-dressed, distinguished middle-aged couple stepped out of the car.
"Dad! Mom!"
Upon seeing the newcomer, Choupiwen exclaimed with delight, immediately dropping his "battle plan" and rushing over.
The visitors were none other than Chou Piwen, Pi Xiaowen's parents.
They traveled between mainland China and Hong Kong for business year-round and were among the first successful businessmen to become wealthy in the late 1980s.
Hearing that her eldest son, Pi Simao, had suffered a heartbreak after a failed relationship, she was heartbroken and rushed back from her business trip overnight to check on him.
“Si Mao, Xiao Wen…” Mrs. Pi’s eyes instantly reddened when she saw her two sons.
She first gave the dejected Pi Simao a loving hug, then pinched Xiao Wen's chubby cheeks and scolded him, "You child, did you listen to the master at the temple? Why do you seem to have gotten even fatter?"
Mr. Pi, on the other hand, was much more composed. He first bowed respectfully to Master Long Eyebrow and said gratefully, "Master Long Eyebrow, I'm sorry to have troubled you for the past year or so."
“Amitabha, you’re too kind, Benefactor Pi. Although Xiao Wen is mischievous, he is also kind-hearted and is the life of the party at Wulong Temple.” Master Long Eyebrows returned the greeting, and the atmosphere became harmonious for a moment.
After exchanging pleasantries, Mr. Pi explained his purpose for visiting.
Seeing their eldest son so dejected, they felt bad and wanted to take Xiaowen home to stay for a while so that the two brothers could spend more time together and help Simao get over his heartbreak as soon as possible.
This request was reasonable, and Master Long Eyebrows originally intended to grant it.
But the thought of Xiaowen leaving, which would probably reduce the "fun" of Wulong Temple, made me a little reluctant to let her go.
Just as he hesitated, a young novice monk came running in, panting, holding a beautifully crafted invitation letter with gold foil stamping.
"Abbot, an invitation has been sent by the Hong Kong Martial Arts Association down the mountain!"
Master Long Eyebrows took a look, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
The invitation stated that, in order to promote the inheritance and development of Chinese martial arts, the Hong Kong Wushu Federation will hold a grand "International Martial Arts Culture Exchange Conference" next week at the Hong Kong Convention and Exhibition Centre.
We cordially invite Wulongyuan to attend the ceremony as a special guest sect and to demonstrate their martial arts skills.
A brilliant idea flashed through Master Long Eyebrows' mind in an instant!
He stroked his long eyebrows, a mysterious smile spreading across his face, and said to Mr. Pi, “Benefactor Pi, it’s no problem for Xiao Wen to go home for a short stay. However… this old monk has also been thinking of going down the mountain recently. How about this, this old monk will take a few disciples down the mountain with him and trouble your residence for a few days. Firstly, they can participate in this martial arts tournament and bring glory to Chinese martial arts; secondly, (Zhao De Zhao) can also have Long Yan and the others give some guidance to his nephew Simao. What do you think?”
Mr. and Mrs. Pi were overjoyed to hear this!
To be able to invite a highly accomplished monk like Master Changmei to live in one's home is an unparalleled blessing!
They nodded repeatedly, readily agreeing.
And so, the matter was settled amicably.
Wulong Temple is about to host its first-ever all-staff team-building activity!
The entire courtyard was instantly enveloped in a jubilant atmosphere.
Uncle Da has already started planning which restaurant to go to for a "meat feast" after going down the mountain, while Wen is excitedly planning which arcade to go to and beat the game.
Only Long Yan, looking at the expectant Huan Ji and the shrewdly gleaming witch Xiao Zhen, thought to himself: This time, going down the mountain probably won't be as peaceful as they imagine.
Chapter 213 High School Campus, Bald School Bully: Long Yan!
Pi Family Villa is located in the Mid-Levels, a wealthy area in Hong Kong where land is extremely valuable.
This is a three-story European-style building with a private garden and swimming pool.
When the group from Wulong Temple arrived at the magnificent mansion for the first time in the Pi family's luxury car, a comedy reminiscent of "Grandma Liu visiting the Grand View Garden" officially began.
"Wow! This...this bathing area is even bigger than my meditation room!"
Uncle Da stood in the bathroom of the master bedroom, which was as small as a small room, marveling at the avant-garde design of the jacuzzi.
Curious, he pressed the start button, and several powerful jets of water gushed out from all directions.
Uncle Da was being rinsed so hard he spun around in the bathtub like a top, which made the stinky Wen and Xiao Long, who were visiting, burst into laughter.
The stinky Wen has completely fallen in love with the expensive home theater system in the living room.
He used the soft leather sofa as a trampoline and imitated a rock star with a wireless microphone.
A huge surround sound system was playing his off-key rendition of "Only Mother is Good in the World," so loud that even the fountain in the garden seemed to vibrate.
In contrast, Long Yan and Huan Ji were much calmer.
Princess Phantom was more interested in the exquisite flowers and plants that were meticulously manicured in the garden.
Long Yan was drawn to the entire wall of books in the study.
The witch Xiao Zhenru is an elegant guest who seems curious about everything, but in reality, she is quietly observing every corner of the mansion and its security system.
After a night of noise and adjustment, the real test began the next morning.
Pi Simao changed into a neat British-style aristocratic school uniform, carrying a schoolbag, but still looked dejected and like he was going to his execution.
"Brother, don't worry! With us here, anyone who dares to bully you today will get a good spanking!"
The arrogant Wen patted his chest and made a solemn promise.
In order to fully implement the plan of "protecting his brother and driving away his love rival", Long Yan, under the arrangement of Mr. Pi, also changed into a school uniform as a "martial arts exchange student" of the Shaolin Temple in mainland China and accompanied Si Mao to the school.
However, the well-tailored school uniform looked a bit tight on him.
His explosive muscle definition, almost bursting the buttons of his shirt, created a striking contrast with his aloof and indifferent demeanor.
Xiao Long and Chou Pi Wen followed behind with an air of self-righteousness, using the unheard-of title of "family members attending the class as observers."
Si Mao attends an expensive international elite high school.
The campus has a beautiful environment, and the students are all from wealthy or influential families.
When Long Yan, an exchange student with a unique aura and a physique comparable to a bodybuilder, entered the campus with two bald little boys dressed in monk robes, following behind the seemingly easy-to-bully Pi Simao, they immediately became the focus of attention throughout the school.
Countless curious, surprised, and inquisitive eyes came from all directions.
Especially for girls in their adolescence, seeing Long Yan's handsome face and powerful physique, many began to whisper among themselves, their cheeks flushing.
“Si Mao, look, that’s Annie…”
Walking along the tree-lined path, Pi Simao stopped and secretly pointed to a beautiful figure reading a book in a pavilion not far away.
His eyes were filled with undisguised admiration and inferiority.
Long Yan followed his gaze.
She was a girl wearing a pristine white school uniform skirt, with long, jet-black hair cascading down like a waterfall.
Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled golden spots on her, creating a serene and beautiful scene.
Even a single profile view is enough to win someone's heart. She is Annie, the school beauty.
However, this beautiful scene did not last long.
"Hey, isn't this our great 'love saint' Pi Simao! What, you cried your eyes out yesterday, and you still have the nerve to come to school today?"
An arrogant and malicious voice came from the side.
Then came Iron Eagle, the school bully, walking in with a few of his usual henchmen, all staggering along.
Iron Eagle was tall and sported the most fashionable middle-part hairstyle at the time.
He looked up and down at the "weird" group around Simao, his face showing even more mockery.
“Pi Simao, you’re something else,” Tie Ying walked up to Simao, poked his chest with his finger, and insulted him to the extreme. “Not only did you not drop out of school, but you also hired a few bodyguards? What, a monk and two little bald heads, are you planning to chant sutras for us at school?”
His followers immediately burst into laughter.
Si Mao's face turned red and his body trembled slightly, but he couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.
Upon seeing this, Choupiwen immediately objected.
He stepped forward, hands on his hips, chubby face upturned, and in a childish voice, scolded the tall and strong Iron Eagle: "You toad-like bastard! You're not allowed to bully my brother! Believe me or not, I'll spray you to death with a mouthful of salt water!"
"Hey! You little brat, how dare you talk back!"
One of Iron Eagle's henchmen found it amusing and reached out to pinch the cheek of the arrogant Wen.
However, before his hand could even touch Chou Piwen, it was firmly grasped by a stronger little hand. It was Xiao Long.
Xiao Long stared expressionlessly at the thug who was two heads taller than him, and then gently exerted force on his wrist.
"Ouch! It hurts! Let go! My hand is going to break!"
The henchman's face instantly turned a deep liver color, and he let out a bloodcurdling scream.
Seeing this, Tie Ying's face darkened, and he cursed, "Damn it, these little bastards dare to lay a hand on us! Get them together and teach them a lesson!"
As he spoke, he raised his fist and punched Long Yan, who was standing at the front.
In his view, Long Yan was the tallest and the backbone of the group. As long as Long Yan was defeated first, the rest would be no threat.