A good man will be bullied by others, and a good horse will be ridden by others.
My magnanimity and tolerance did not win the other party's resignation, but made him become even more aggressive.
Bedding and pillows, I really don't care.
First, because the weather was not too cold in early October, the airtight dormitory was extremely stuffy. Even without a quilt, I could still sleep with my coat wrapped around me without being affected at all.
Secondly, with my seventeenth level of martial arts cultivation, I am not afraid of the cold at all.
I dare to go through mountains of swords and seas of fire, and it's like walking on flat ground. The small temperature difference is nothing.
But the shoulder bag is very important. In addition to the dry food and snacks I prepared in advance, it also contains mobile phones and power banks.
The WeChat Favorites folder contains the information on the Five Meridians sent to me by Lingxi, but I haven’t had time to take a closer look yet.
Once lost, it will definitely affect my subsequent plans to steal soul blood.
Therefore, in the face of the short-haired young man's advances, I planned to fight violence with violence.
If it's not enough to calm things down, how about seeing some blood?
Everyone is a handyman disciple and has no martial arts skills.
Then, it’s just a fist fight.
I have strong strength and hard fists, and I beat them until their teeth were all over the floor. I don't believe anyone dares to mess with me.
As for Li Chunhai, he has to give some gifts and go through the back door.
After all, I am a new disciple. From a human perspective, he will definitely protect the old disciple.
I took the 900,000 in cash from Jiang Yuezhong's "robbery" and put 100,000 in my bag for emergencies.
Now it has come in handy. Giving Li Chunhai ten thousand yuan is enough to settle this small matter.
Thinking of this, I tossed it away and the shoulder bag fell on the bed board.
The short-haired young man thought I was obeying him honestly, and he couldn't help being happy.
The next moment, I raised my leg and kicked him in the abdomen.
The right fist struck out, straight towards the chin.
"Bang bang bang."
After three strokes, five divided by two, the short-haired young man fell down with his mouth full of blood.
The four accomplices who were watching the show were stunned and froze on the spot, completely silent.
After a long while, one of the round-faced guys came to his senses, clapped loudly and said, "Lian Jia Zi."
"It's interesting. Come on, how about I practice with you?"
He shook his shoulders, twisted his arms and said: "New disciples beat up old disciples. I have been in Taoism for three years, and you are the first one."
"What's Yi? It's Yigou, right?"
"ox."
He gave a thumbs up and said in a strange tone: "But it's just a code. If Kuang Chan can't do it, it doesn't mean that we can't do it."
"I want your bedding, pillow, and this bag."
"Also, remember to kneel down and apologize to get forgiveness from your senior brother Kuang."
"Otherwise, I can guarantee that your boy will never be able to live a peaceful life from tonight on."
"The five of us will torture you until you are worse off than dead, and you wish you could die."
He turned around and spit, took a lunge, straddled the air, and rushed towards me like a goshawk hunting.
I picked up the broom head placed in the corner and pulled it out angrily.
"Snapped."
Someone covered his face and screamed, wailing in a hoarse voice: "You're so cheating, you're attacking me with a weapon."
I sneered and stepped forward and whipped it off again.
Punches, kicks, and brooms.
After three minutes, I felt comfortable.
The round-faced boy begged for mercy in pain, covering his face with snot and tears mixed with blood. He was extremely disgusted.
"What about you three?"
I threw the broom aside, clenched my fist and challenged, "Come together?"
"Or should you kneel down and apologize and ask for my forgiveness?"
"The days ahead are long, we are roommates, we will see each other if we don't look down and look up."
"Life is worse than death. Do you want to die? Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a magical and wonderful taste."
I returned the threatening words of the round-faced guy to me intact, and waited patiently for the next "storm-storm-rain".
Among the three, the eldest, a sturdy young man with full beard said: "If a new disciple beats an old disciple, it falls into the following offenses. It can range from three lashes to ten lashes."
"If you go to the head of the sidekick, you'll die or you'll lose your skin."
"This is a Taoist rule, well, a small unwritten rule among disciples."
"Look at Gui Gui this week. It's just three lashes, and he's about to die."
"How many whippings do you think you can take?"
He stared at me with interest, lit a cigarette, and puffed out smoke rings happily: "Just because you won, doesn't mean you really won."
"You can beat us. Do you have the guts to fight with the head valet?"
He glanced at the two injured people lying on the ground and motioned to his accomplices to help them up.
Then his voice changed, and he walked towards me with sharp eyes and said: "Although I am a handyman disciple, I was lucky enough to step into the threshold of martial arts and cultivated spiritual power fluctuations in my body."
"Not much, but more than enough to deal with you."
