"Master, please don't make trouble... I haven't even started training yet..." Yan Bing said to the old man coquettishly while smiling bitterly.
"Don't talk nonsense! I helped my great-grandson decide on the position of your first disciple. Moreover, based on his martial arts foundation, he will probably only get started when you become the leader, so that's it." The old man was stubborn.
His temper rose again, and he ended the conversation with an expression that said the matter was not negotiable.
On the side, Wang Wensheng had long wanted to learn martial arts. Now that he had his great-grandfather supporting him, and his master being Yan Bing's sister, whom he liked very much, he immediately turned around, ran to Yan Bing, knelt down, and bang bang.
He knocked his three heads on the ground, raised his head, cupped his fists, and shouted: "Master!".
The movements are smooth and smooth, done in one go.
Look at Yan Bing again. The corners of his mouth are twitching, his face is dull, he looks up at the sky, and tears are shed in his heart.
I don't even know how to do Qing Kung Fu, and yet I already have a disciple...
Then he looked down at Wang Wensheng who was kneeling on the ground, sighed, and tugged on the collar of the back of his neck angrily, and lifted him up, as if he had a quail egg in his mouth, and said something vaguely.
: "Good disciple, please get up."
Then she glanced at the old man. Originally, she thought that by asking the old man to be her "little benefactor" as a backer, she could repay the favor, but now the old man kicked this "trouble" back to her, and she also
I don’t know if he did it on purpose or if it was really unintentional, but I always felt that he was being plotted against me instead of being plotted against me?
Wang Wensheng, however, was completely unaware of the "game" between the two. He was just happy that he could learn martial arts, so he grabbed Yan Bing's sleeve and said jumping: "Master, master, please teach me a few moves today."
After Yan Bing was speechless for a while, he could only draw out Qingxuan and began to teach him the starting position and subsequent moves of Qingxuan Sword. After all, she knew how to use Qingxuan Sword now and nothing else...
Little Wen Sheng quickly pulled out Zi Qiao and started to imitate the gestures. Don't tell me, the little guy still has some talent and learned well. Yan Bing looked interesting and started to teach seriously.
stand up.
The old man took advantage of this moment to call Fengchen and asked: "Did you go out to sell wine just now? How much did you sell for today?"
The senior brother was stunned for a moment when he was asked. He hesitated and recounted the scene just now. He said that the junior sister was asked to carry a jar of wine out, and then the one with the highest price got it. Some people paid as much as one hundred taels...
Hearing this, the old man jumped up from his chair, widened his eyes and shouted: "One hundred taels!!!???One hundred taels per jar!!???Where's the money!???"
The senior brother then sighed again, pointed at Wen Pei and said: "Later, the fat man who made the bid was pinned to the ground by this kid's elbow and couldn't get up, so he didn't take the money."
When Wen Pei on the side heard this, he panicked for a moment, raised his eyes tremblingly and glanced at the old man. At this time, the old man was staring at him with a look that was almost like looking at the "enemy who killed his father".
Even the air condensed into ice, and cold murderous intent drifted out.
At that moment, the three souls and seven souls were frightened. Their knees went weak, and Gudong knelt on the ground, kowtowing and crying: "I don't know the whole story. I just heard that guy insulting my little master. How talented I am."
The hand you moved was really unintentional, please forgive me, ancestor..."
The old man who regarded wealth as his life didn't care about that. He stood firm and kept silent. He just approached Wen Pei step by step, as if his blood would be splashed on the spot in the next second.
At this moment, Wen Pei only felt a warmth in his crotch, and a "revolving lantern" of scenes appeared in front of his eyes: there were scenes of him having wet the bed as a child, there were scenes of him being sold into a cleansing room by his father, there were scenes of him being raped by other servants when he first entered the palace.
The scene of bullying includes him
The scene of being rescued by an old eunuch and learning literature and martial arts from the old eunuch...suddenly! Wen Pei stimulated all his brain potential under the pressure of fear, and grabbed the most critical thread that could save his life, and then
, pulled it out,
My adoptive father!
Bang, he suddenly raised his head and said loudly: "Ancestor! Leave the wine selling to the younger one!! The younger one has a "foster father" in the palace, he is the Chief Superintendent of Shangshan Supervisor.
In charge of all meals and wine purchases in the palace. Grandpa, where do you want the wine?
Water can be as valuable as gold in the palace, and most of the concubines and concubines in the palace are high-ranking officials and viscounts! As long as the ladies like it, they will definitely share it with their families.
No one knows it, no one knows it!! Ancestor!!!
The next step is silence...
Absolute silence………….
Because the old man and Wen Pei were making too much noise, Yan Bing and Wang Wensheng also noticed something was wrong and stopped their sword dance and looked over.
Yan Bing slapped his forehead suddenly and said in his heart: That's right!! I'm guarding the largest customer in the country and not serving him! What kind of profiteer am I looking for!!?? Am I fooling my head!!??
It seemed that the old man was aware of this, and he immediately raised his head and met Yan Bing's eyes. In an instant, both of them showed an almost "shameless" evil smile.
"Oh, little brother, get up quickly. It's only a hundred taels. How could I care? You think too much..." The old man said while trying to bend down to help Wen Pei.
And how could Wen Pei dare to let him help him? He had peed his pants just now... If he got into the hands of his ancestors, he would really die...
Thinking of this, I hurriedly stepped back on my knees, and there was a thick line of yellowish water stains on the ground...
Everyone immediately said "yi~~~~~~~" in disgust.
Looking at Wen Pei again, he was blushing, kneeling tremblingly on the ground, his wet trousers swaying in the wind, and said with a slight cry: "Ancestor, please don't call me a villain again. If a villain calls me a brother to my ancestor,
, Even if it means ten thousand deaths, it is not an exaggeration, my ancestors should still call me Xiaoren Xiao Peizi."
The old man felt a little embarrassed for a moment, and hurriedly explained: "Oh, little Peizi, even if I am angry, the most I can do is give you a slap, so why should you do this..." Alas~~~~.
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Yan Bingxin said: With your skill, wouldn't it be enough to kill someone with just one slap?
He rolled his eyes at the old man and stepped forward and said: "Senior Brother, it is inconvenient for Junior Sister to live with a girl. Please take this little brother to the backyard to change his clothes. Judging from his figure, he should be able to wear Junior Brother Lu Liang's clothes.
"
The senior brother sneered, agreed, and came over.
Wen Pei blushed and excused himself. Senior brother didn't care. He grabbed the collar of the back of his neck, picked him up, pushed him hard, and pushed him to the backyard...
Seeing Wen Pei go to the backyard, little Vincent felt relieved.
Yan Bing said to him: "Just continue to practice the moves I just taught you, and don't worry about anything else."
Little Wen Sheng knew that Wen Pei's life was no longer in danger, so he said "Oh" and continued practicing the sword.
Li Bing quickly walked up to the old man, then turned around and looked at little Vincent guiltily to make sure that he was not looking this way, then he raised a hand and slowly made a fist with the palm of his hand, and gestured towards the old man.
It means that this matter must be taken down!
The old man nodded, raised his hand as if holding the wine glass empty, and pointed to the backyard with his thumb.
I mean, I'll drink him to death in no time!
Yan Bing also nodded, and then the two of them looked at each other and smiled, and the evil laughter lingered in the air.
