Seeing Ma Wuchang so shameless, all the talents fanned the flames and condemned him!
Ma Wuchang felt that he was doing too miserable. He covered his forehead with blood flowing blood, thinking, why would he fall a big fall for no reason?
It's flat here, where are there any stumbling objects?
I was secretly surprised and felt a piercing pain in my ankle. I stretched out and touched it, and then I found that there was a tip-in on my ankle.
He was startled and hurriedly pulled it out, measuring it casually, almost as long as two inches!
Ma Wuchangqiang stood up and cursed: "Who is the damn me? I and him are not finished..."
He raised his head, but happened to see Chen Sifan straightened his back, stood in front of him angrily, staring at him with a pair of red eyes.
"Chen... Chen, everyone, you... Nimao, can I eat me? I... get hurt!"
Chen Sifan waved his hand and let the talents return to silence. He stared at Ma Wuchang and said firmly: "Mr. Ma, as a student, he is willing to accept the loss of a bet! If he loses, he loses, and if he wins, he wins. How can he affect his virtue because of external things?"
"Since you lose the game, you should have no regrets! Once you do something treacherous, you will be a real villain. All the students here are gentlemen. But you don't welcome villain to enter this threshold. Master Ma, please go out."
Chen Sifan said very harshly, without any room for tact!
The talents cheered and said, "Go out! Go out! Go out..."
Ma Wuchang wanted to stay in his heart. He was unwilling to give up and felt that he had the ability to unravel the scheduling. However, judging from this situation, if he didn't leave, he might be thrown out by these students.
Alas... let's go!
Today I went out and met a Bodhisattva who didn’t worship him. I was so unlucky.
He sighed and was about to limp outward, yelling and cursing in his heart: He***, how did this silver needle penetrate my ankle? Let me know who it is, I can't spare him.
"Young Master Ma, go slowly!"
Youlan shouted in a delicate voice, making the talents look sideways.
Chen Sifan didn't dare to underestimate Youlan, and asked politely: "This little book boy, do you have any advice?"
Youlan smiled, stretched out her little hand, pointed at Ma Wuchang's feet, and said with care: "My brother Chen, all the young masters, please see. Regardless of Mr. Ma's character, just say that Mr. Ma's foot was injured. For a moment, I want to come and walk. "
"A gentleman should have a virtuous heart. What if he wants Mr. Ma to stay, rest for a while, recover some strength, and then go out. How about it?"
oh?
Chen Sifan looked back at Ma Wuchang's ankles, stroked his beard and said, "Mr. Chen is negligent. Since the little Shutong has mercy, please stay with Master Ma!"
He paused and added: "If Mr. Ma commits a villain again, don't blame me, Chen Sifan for handling the matter impartially."
Are you walking around again? Turn around and sit down!
Ma Wuchang was sentenced to death and was overjoyed. He didn't expect that the one who pleaded for him would be this wise little book boy! Well... it wasn't this little book boy showing kindness to me and wanting to be my book boy?
Hehe...that's good!
Ma Wuchang smiled embarrassedly again, pretending to be polite for the first time, bowed to Youlan and said, "Thank you for your kindness. I understand my difficulties. I have no way to repay you..."
Hehe...Where am I kind?
Youlan covered her mouth, pointed to the chair on the side, and giggled: "Forget it! Forget it! Mr. Ma, you are not good at your legs and feet. Sit down quickly and stop causing trouble."
But I thought to myself: This guy is so confused, thank me!
The big bag on your head is bleeding from me, and I pierced your ankles with a silver needle. The silver on your body is either stolen by me or cheated by me.
I'm so bad, why are you still thanking me?
Although Shi Yue claimed to be smart, this time he really couldn't understand Youlan's "good intentions". Looking at her eyes, there was a look of doubt.
"You're stupid!"
Youlan twisted her waist and rubbed against Shi Yue's body, muttering, "You really think I'm kind! He still has a thousand taels of silver notes on him. If he doesn't let him spend all the money, why would I be willing to let him go?"
Shi Yue let out a long breath, pointed a little on Youlan's smooth forehead, and said sadly: "The most poisonous woman's heart!"
"Ph... don't talk nonsense!"
Youlan's little hand creaked Shi Yue's ribs and said angrily: "Who made him have bad intentions to me just now? I just wanted to buy me for ten taels of silver. Do you really think I am a bargain?"
"That's it!" Shi Yue cooperated and snorted: "I just want the master to sell Youlan for ten taels of silver, but there is no door!"
"It's still the master's wise..."
"Uh... as long as he spends one or two more, the master can also consider it..."
"Bad man, you're so bad!"
When a pair of evil masters and servants were bickering, the talented men watched the roster and truly entered the stage of meditation.
To be fair, the "three steps" that Ma Wuchang just performed was really simple.
Most of the talented men present can see the huge loopholes in it.
If this "walking alone for thousands of miles" is so easy to crack, Hongxing spent several days and nights, remembering the way of walking the hundreds of pieces, wouldn't it be useless to do it?
The mystery of scheduling can also be used to use magic to make a metaphor!
When you see the magician performing all kinds of impossible things on the stage, you feel incredible and feel that this is sacred, but when the magician reveals the answer in front of you, you suddenly realize: "Oh! So that's what happened..."
At this moment, this "walking thousands of miles apart" is like a very great magician performing wonderful magic. The talents are working hard to find ways to explore the mystery and mystery.
Occasionally, a talented man, and he came up with a sacred idea. He also came to the stage with great enthusiasm. He bet a hundred taels of silver, and then he played with Hongxing with anticipation!
However, ideals are full, but reality is quite backbone!
After some consideration of no more than ten steps, Hong Xing walked out of her wonderful move and directly killed the challenger's excitement in disappointment.
Whenever a game of chess ends, all the talents will suddenly realize it, then summarize their experience, continue to start from other chess paths, and ambitiously trying to unlock this mysterious volleyball.
In a flash, an hour passed!
Ten talented men have left footprints of failure on the platform, and a thousand taels of silver have been bought by Hongxing.
Among them, Ma Wuchang was so excited that he looked up and looked embarrassed. After taking a few steps, he finally donated 200 taels of silver, but was defeated neatly.
However, this time no one laughed at him because...the talented men did not solve the scheduling!
Why bother to laugh at fifty steps?
This time, Ma Wuchang understood his own weight and made up his mind secretly, only watching, listening, and appreciating. He would never be embarrassed and laughed at him.
No matter how much money you have, you can't stand such expenses...
But at this moment, he felt thirsty and ordered the maid to serve him a cup of tea.
The little maid came timidly to serve tea, stood obediently in front of Ma Wuchang, and shouted: "Mr. Ma, please use tea!"
Ma Wuchang picked up the tea, took a beautiful sip, and shouted: "Good tea! Good tea..."
The little maid smiled gently: "Of course it's a good tea, one hundred taels of silver a cup."
puff……
As soon as Ma Wuchang drank the second sip of tea, he vomited out in a mess, choked in his throat, coughed a few times, his face turned red, and his eyes were filled with fear!