Nan Batian felt extremely unbalanced: I am a Qianhu, and Tian Fen is also a Qianhu. Why can he accompany the commander and go to the temple to offer incense, while he can only work hard and guard under the scorching sun?
door?
What's more, he is still the godson of the commander!
We are both a fifth-rank official in Qianhu, so why is Tian Fen’s status so transcendent? Am I not as good as him?
After thinking about this, Nan Batian felt resentful in his heart, and a basin of oil was handed over to his already burning heart. The fire started burning fiercely. He had deeply realized that his status had been challenged as never before. A person
The powerful opponent has already taken the lead and ran in front of him.
If I don't work hard to catch up with this step, I'm afraid it will affect my life's future.
Nan Batian was thinking about troubles with an angry look on his face, but it was already around 10 o'clock in the morning, and the people who came to offer incense were already a little impatient.
On the eighth day of September, all people worship. It is a very important day. It only happens once a year. If you miss it, you will have to wait until next year. This is the greatest pain for the people who rely on heaven and are extremely devout to the gods.
The hot weather caused depression, and thousands of people began to whisper and discuss in low voices.
Nan Batian waved his double-edged sword, drawing a graceful arc in the sun, glared and shouted: "No discussion, no movement. Anyone who disobeys the order will be killed without mercy."
The brutal threats and the shining steel knives suppressed the dissatisfaction of everyone, but after all, some people in the crowd were complaining in low voices.
Sanmao was wearing patched and tattered clothes, squeezing through the crowd, his clear eyes darting around, looking for his favorite 'prey'.
After squeezing through more than ten people, five taels of silver went into his pocket. Satisfied, he began to observe his position.
There is a scholar standing in front of Sanmao. Looking at him in rich clothes and holding an elegant fan in his hand, we can guess that this man comes from a prosperous family and is definitely not ordinary.
The scholar was obviously very dissatisfied with Sanmao who was squeezing around behind. Seeing that he was wearing rags, he frowned and said impatiently: "Where did this wild beggar come from? Why are you rubbing behind this scholar? He is sneaky and dirty.
,Really annoying."
Sanmao chuckled, showing a small white eye, widened his eyes and said with a smile: "Great scholar, are you scolding me?"
The scholar hit Sanmao's chest with a fan, and said disgustedly: "Why are you scolding you? A wild beggar, an uneducated thing? Dirty, so insulting to gentleness? You soiled my clothes, you
Can you afford the compensation?”
Sanmao looked aggrieved and choked up: "A great scholar, a little beggar can't afford to pay for it." While speaking, he suddenly blew his nose and wiped it on the scholar's clothes.
At this time, the scholar was furious. He no longer cared about being gentle. He turned around and kicked Sanmao's butt several times, yelling: "Wild beggar, you are a mother-in-law, but I have no mother-in-law."
Those who have regained their fame and fame, get out of here."
Sanmao cried, and all his snot and tears fell on the scholar, "Great scholar, you bully me, a child, you are a bad person, you have insulted Sven."
While wiping his nose, he pocketed another five taels of silver.
The scholar's shameless scolding and beating of Sanmao attracted denunciation, condemnation, and countless eye rolls from the audience. The scholar knew that he had gone too far and violated the rules of civility, so he cursed a few words angrily and stopped.
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Sanmao was beaten several times by the scholar, as if he had been tickled a few times, and he didn't care! Suddenly, he heard the familiar voice of shouting for candied haws in his ears, and he knew that it was a certain "master" who urged him to take action.
He raised his face and asked the scholar with a smile: "Great scholar, you are doing well in your studies! Isn't it great to be a scholar who passes the exam?"
When the scholar heard the beggar ask about what he was proud of, he raised his head arrogantly and said proudly: "The scholar who passes the examination is chosen one from a thousand, of course it is very glorious."
San Mao said: "Great scholar, you are famous, but you are not famous. I have a trick that can make your name spread throughout Kyoto. Do you want to try it?"
Hearing this, the scholar curled his lips in disdain and said, "You...you have a way? Huh...you little beggar, you know nothing about shit, you are a natural at telling lies, but if you are capable, you will make me famous right away."
San Mao said with a smile: "Great scholar, you said this! Tsk tsk... my method is surprisingly effective."
He stood behind the scholar, imitating the scholar's voice, and shouted: "Nan Batian is a bastard!"
The sound is crisp and clear, resounding throughout the sky!
All the people and the black-clothed guards heard what they heard. They all looked at each other and were stunned: Who is this person? How dare he face a ferocious black-clothed guard Qianhu, so ignorant of life and death?
Nan Batian was already very depressed and aggrieved. Suddenly he heard someone scolding him, and actually called him a bastard in front of thousands of people and two thousand guards in black.
It jumped up in an instant.
He flew off his horse, waving the gleaming sword, his face flushed red, and angrily shouted: "Which son of a bitch scolded me? Stand up for me, I will chop him down."
Some people's eyes suddenly turned to the scholar, because they were standing around, and the scholar's noisy voice left a deep impression on them.
And the sound of "son of a bitch" just now was exactly the same as that of the scholar.
The scholar was panicked and frightened. His legs were trembling. The ferocity with which he beat San Mao had long since disappeared. He didn't know why such a strange thing happened.
But subconsciously, I felt that this shocking incident was caused by the little beggar behind me.
His face was pale, and he waved his hands to the people looking around him anxiously: "It's not what I said! It's not what I said..."
How can anyone believe it?
Sanmao smiled playfully, stretched out his thumb and said: "Great scholar, hehe! You are so proud, the little beggar really admires you."
The scholar was so anxious that he stamped his feet repeatedly. Lines of yellowish water flowed out from his pants. The smell of urine spread in the air. He shouted at Sanmao: "Little beggar, how dare you harm me..."
Sanmao said with a smile: "Great scholar, you have become famous."
He gently leaned against the scholar. Although he rubbed it softly, it was very soft and weak! But only the scholar can experience the explosive power at the moment of physical contact.
The people who were watching could not understand anything. They only knew that this scholar was so courageous and so straightforward that he dared to contradict Nan Batian! He really had the arrogance of a scholar.
Moreover, this guy also knows martial arts and can actually shuttle and fly in the air like a roc.
boom……
Under the gaze of everyone, the scholar gracefully flew into the square controlled by the black-clad guards. But what everyone didn't understand was: why did this talented scholar with great martial arts skills land face first?