Chapter 55: Strange Man

As soon as the few people ran away, the crazy old man also ran over from behind. As soon as he arrived, Xiao Si and the others were stunned. Qian Deyi stood steadily in front of him, and there was a strange face beside him. Xu Fan and Zhang Li looked extremely difficult to see. They opened their mouths wide and couldn't speak anything.

Who is flapping in the river? Xiao Si's smile suddenly froze. No, it's not yellow-haired, right? It's really yellow-haired! The yellow-haired head in the river, who is not yellow-haired but who is it?

"Fuck, who asked you to push the yellow-haired down? You both don't want to mess around, right?" Xiao Si rushed up and punched Zhang Li and Xu Fan. He thought that these two guys were crazy about pushing the yellow-haired down.

Mu Qingshan was not in the mood to watch these garbage performances. He stepped forward and reached out to pat Xiao Si on the shoulder. Xiao Si's eyes widened and turned around and saw that it was this strange guy. He was about to start swearing, but he felt that his body lightened and he soared into the air. The scenery in front of him suddenly changed. Then with a clamor, he fell into the smelly river water, alarming countless bed bugs on the river surface.

When the crazy old man saw Mu Qingshan throwing the person into the river with one hand, his dizzy eyes lit up and he immediately recognized him. This was the young man who had been watching him dance sticks every morning recently.

This time it was even more exaggerated. She threw Xiao Si into the river with one hand. The three people who followed Xiao Si knew why Zhang Li and Xu Fan had such expressions on their faces. The five of them were all the same. They opened their mouths wide and their bodies trembled as if they were out of control.

After throwing the two of them into the river, Mu Qingshan felt a little more comfortable. No matter how damn it, this is the life he wanted to live. How free and comfortable when he was in the mountains? It was just that simple.

Looking at Qian Deyi who was mixed with joy and sorrow, Mu Qingshan suddenly remembered the gangster program that Chen Feifei taught, and said to the five guys in front of him who didn't even dare to move: "I am Mu Qingshan, I will take care of Qian Deyi's affairs. I'm a legal professional, 711 dormitory. If you don't agree, just come and come to me."

Seeing that these five guys were still opening their mouths and did not dare to move. Mu Qingshan shouted domineeringly: "Get out!"

The five people quickly ran away, and even the yellow-haired and Xiao Si in the Smoldier River didn't have time to pay attention to it.

The yellow-haired man was fine. After slapping in the water for a long time, he struggled to the shore and was lying on the river beach and gasping for breath. The little Si was a little unlucky and choked on a few mouthfuls of the fishy river water. He saw his hands and feet dancing more and more disorganized. He floated and sinking in the river water. It seemed that he had drunk a lot of stinky water and was almost dying.

With a plop, Mu Qingshan and Qian Deyi looked over the sound, and were all shocked. Because the crazy old man at the back door actually plunged into the river and swam towards the little four in the center of the river.

Only then did the two realize that bad people are also humans, let alone these gangsters will not die. If this crazy old man hadn't jumped down, they would have planned to watch a good show of turtle playing in the water on the shore.

Mu Qingshan felt guilty when he implicated an old man of such an old man jumped into the river to save people. Without saying a word, he plunged into the river. The old and the young worked together to mount Xiao Si from the middle of the river.

After putting Xiao Si on the shore, he ignored Qian Deyi, Mu Qingshan, and the other three crazy old men walked quickly towards the back door of the school.

A water hose was buried on the cement floor of the back door. The old man usually used the water in his clothes to wash and cook. The river water on his body was unbearable. The three of them didn't say much. The crazy old man went into the house and took a long rubber hose and connected it to the water hose. Then he stood side by side with Mu Qingshan. Qian Deyi understood. He turned on the water hose and washed the tap water in the tube on the two of them. He rinsed it all over the inside and out, and then removed the odor on his body.

After rinsing, the crazy old man signaled Mu Qingshan to go into the house with him. Mu Qingshan did not shy away because he felt that the old man could resolutely jump into the river to save people, which was enough to prove that the old man was kind-hearted and responsible.

Qian Deyi also wanted to follow him in, but the crazy old man was blocked outside the door with one arm, so he had to retreat to the door and wait for Mu Qingshan to come out.

Mu Qingshan entered the house with wet all over. The old man's house was clean and tidy, with a table, a bed, and a simple wardrobe, and there was not even a bench. It seemed that the old man never entertained guests here.

Mu Qingshan naturally didn't dare to sit on the bed casually, for fear of getting the old man's sheets wet, so he had to stand.

The crazy old man took two clean clothes from the closet, changed into one of them, and threw them to Mu Qingshan.

Mu Qingshan took the clothes and looked a little embarrassed. The old man's figure was obviously smaller than his. He would definitely not fit in his clothes. What's more, the style of the clothes was old, and it was obviously an old man's shirt. If he wore such clothes and went out, he would be afraid that he would not laugh to death.

Mu Qingshan held the clothes and said carefully: "Master, thank you for your kindness. My dormitory is right in front. I'll go back and change my clothes myself, so as not to get your clothes dirty."

When the old man heard Mu Qingshan say this, he suddenly roared, his face flushed, and he didn't know what he was talking about quickly.

Seeing that he was angry, Mu Qingshan waved his hand quickly. Both sides could not speak and didn't know how to explain it. He felt guilty about the old man going to the river to save people, but now he is angry. In desperation, Mu Qingshan had to take off his lichen and put on the dry clothes given by the old man. Seeing that Mu Qingshan had changed into his own clothes, the old man was satisfied and smiled happily.

The two sat upright in front of the bed, and the old man smiled and said something to Mu Qingshan. But he didn't know where he was speaking the local dialect. Mu Qingshan could understand at most two words in ten words, and it was up to guess. God knew if they wanted to express it.

Mu Qingshan felt a headache when he heard it, but he couldn't bear to leave. I remember Ling Linfeng said at that time that the elderly often just need others to pay attention and listen. In fact, it doesn't matter what he said.

However, seeing someone talking desperately in front of him with a sincere look on his face, but not understanding what he said was, it is not a happy thing in any case.

Mu Qingshan finally spoke, "Master, I don't understand your hometown dialect, can you understand what I say?"

The crazy old man then slapped his head, reached out and pulled a stack of white paper from the edge of the table, picked up a pen, and wrote a row of fly-headed small calligraphy at the speed of brushing, which read, "I can understand what you say, I will write you say, and talk to you."

I really didn't see that the old man's handwriting was quite beautiful, but Mu Qingshan was very curious. Is the old man's eyes very good? Why did the characters written so small, it looks really hard.

Mu Qingshan said, "Okay, I'll come to chat with you when I have time. There are still classmates waiting for me at the door, why don't I leave first?"

The crazy old man was extremely nervous and grabbed Mu Qingshan and wrote, "Have you practiced martial arts? Whose school is master?"

Mu Qingshan shook his head, wondering if this old man was crazy about martial arts and crazy. He actually wrote such a sentence. He would not accept me as his disciple next. But he said, "I have never practiced martial arts and have no sects."

The crazy old man continued to write, "I want you to do me a favor, okay?"

Mu Qingshan nodded and learned enough the tone in the martial arts book and said, "But it's okay!"

The crazy old man stood up and took out the long stick he had danced every morning from the bed, touched it carefully and then wrote on the white paper, "Try breaking it with me empty hand."

Mu Qingshan thought to himself, what is this requirement, but since the old man made the request, he would do it himself. He reached out to take the long stick and felt heavy, much heavier than he thought. I don’t know what wood this stick is made of, with fine texture and holding it in his hand, it feels extremely comfortable, and for a moment he feels like he can’t bear to start.

Mu Qingshan asked again, "Master, do you really want to break it?"

The crazy old man raised the white paper in his hand, and his expression was very calm.

Mu Qingshan knew that he had a thousand pounds of force on his hand, so it should be easy to break such a wooden stick. He held the stick body with both hands and broke it with force. Hey, it didn't move at all. Mu Qingshan was surprised and used 70% of his hands to exert force. He obviously felt the power pouring into the stick body. The stick still showed no sign of bending.

Mu Qingshan took a heavy breath and entered his stomach, exerting tens of his strength. This time, the stick body was only a curve that was almost impossible to detect with the naked eye.

Mu Qingshan was surprised and surprised. The power he used just now, even a steel stick of the same thickness, should be bent and turned into a different appearance. This was the first time Mu Qingshan had used all his strength since he came out of the mountain, but he couldn't do anything to an ordinary stick.

Mu Qingshan looked at the crazy old man opposite and saw the crazy old man with a smile on his face, as if he had expected this result.

Mu Qingshan stroked the inconspicuous wooden stick again. There was no doubt that the feeling of getting started was obviously wood material, not metal, so why was it so hard? Mu Qingshan immediately had the desire to try something like a chainsaw.

I had expected Mu Qingshan to look puzzled, so the crazy old man wrote a line of words on the white paper and handed it to Mu Qingshan, "Okay, put down the stick, you go, come back tomorrow morning, come and return my clothes."

Mu Qingshan was not clear about it and wanted to ask questions. Seeing the old man's strange smile, it was hard to ask questions. Thinking that Qian Deyi was still waiting at the door, it would be better to leave early if he had nothing to do.

When he walked to the door, Mu Qingshan suddenly thought of something and turned around and asked, "Master, why do you write so small? Do you practice your eyes?"

The crazy old man was stunned at first, then wrote two big words like flying dragons and phoenixes on the white paper with an angry face, throwing them towards Mu Qingshan.
Chapter completed!