Chapter 369： Ye Yang, you are so arrogant

Abbot Ye?

Whether it's true or false.

This title is a bit scary.

Do you want to **** now?

"Hey, the one in Tianyahaige, don't leave."

Ye Yang suddenly smiled, "The books here are enough for me to read them. Would you like to stay and read them together?"

Zhao Cang's expression changed several times, and he said coldly, "I'm going to attend the training camp before the Haizhou College Competition, I won't be with you!"

Just as he was about to leave, Hui Deng appeared directly in front of him.

"Abbot Ye asked you to stay, do you dare to stay?"

Hui Deng's voice was icy, even murderous.

Zhao Cang's figure stiffened instantly.

Oh shit.

How dare to go.

"Hahaha, Abbot Hui Deng joked. I just want to go to the bathroom, but I don't want to go anymore."

"That's good, go, it's your honor to be able to read the scriptures with Abbot Ye."

Hui Deng regained his smile again.

Zhao Cang bit his scalp and walked to Ye Yang's side and picked up a scripture in his hand.

Then suddenly his eyes widened.

What the **** is that.

Why are all ancient Chinese.

There are even ancient texts in between the ancient texts?

Damn, is this a heavenly book?

Zhao Cang actually read ancient Chinese, and learned ancient Chinese from the elders of Tianya Haige.

But it's useless.

The ancient Chinese he currently masters is at most a thousand words.

Looking at this scripture now, almost the entire text is unrecognizable.

This is a fart.

He felt dizzy after just reading two pages.

What I have seen before, I have a little understanding, I quickly forgot.

He glanced at Ye Yang secretly again. The latter had finished reading a book in three minutes. At this point, dozens of books had already been thrown around.

Zhao Cang was taken aback.

But my heart sneered.

Oh, I get it.

You **** play with me.

Who reads books like this?

Turn every page and throw it away.

How can you comprehend a fart!

Zhao Cang sneered, still relying on his clumsy ability to discern ancient Chinese to continue reading.

He is not stupid.

These books, the worst can be put in the first-class Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Even Zhao Cang, who is a true student disciple, has limited time to enter the first-class Buddhist Scripture Pavilion and the number of borrowing books.

But right now, there are so many scriptures.

How can this opportunity not be seized?

Zhao Cang can grow up to this point, and he will never miss any opportunity.

Ye Yang.

You are too arrogant.

Actually let me browse these books at will.

Although I don't know how you deceived the trust of the Jiulong Temple and other four temples, you will definitely die miserably, and you will pay the price for this arrogant behavior.

The two of them read the book like this.

The Ichimoku Ten Lines Contest is also over.

Everyone stared at these two men.

"You said, Senior Ye... is there something wrong with his brain?" a girl said cautiously.

"What are you talking about?"

"What are you talking about? Looking for a fight? Dare to slander my senior Ye?" another girl asked.

"But...Senior Ye is like this, I really can't see anything in it." The girl said aggrievedly.

"Yes, yes, although I admire Ye-senpai, I really don't think he can understand anything like this..." a boy said helplessly.

"I firmly believe in Senior Ye! He will never do anything meaningless!" Ge Xiaoxiao looked at Ye Yang's eyes, and little stars appeared.

Since the last time she went to Beijing to compete with Hanjiang College, this girl has completely become a fan of Ye Yang.

An hour later, Zhao Cang stretched out.

Finally read a book.

Today's reading efficiency is unexpectedly high.