"Master, don't make trouble... I haven't even graduated yet..." Yan Bing smiled bitterly and said to the old man as if he was acting coquettishly.
"Don't talk nonsense! I have decided to help my grandson as your first disciple. Moreover, as long as you become the leader of your martial arts, he probably only started the game, and that's what he decided." The old man's stubborn temper came up again, and he ended the conversation with an expression of uncontroversial discussion.
Wang Wensheng, who was beside him, had long wanted to learn martial arts. Now he had great-grandfather to support him. His master was sister Yan Bing whom he liked very much. He turned around and ran to Yan Bing, then knelt down, and knocked three heads to the ground. He raised his head, clasped his fists and shouted: "Master!"
The movements are flowing and flowing, and they are done in one go.
Looking at Yan Bing again, the corners of his mouth twitched, his face was dull, he looked up at the sky, and his heart was crying.
I can't even know how to light skills, but I already have an apprentice...
He looked down at Wang Wensheng kneeling on the ground, sighed, and pulled the back of his neck in anger, lifted it up for him, and said vaguely, "Good disciple, please get up."
Then he glanced at the old man. Originally, she wanted to ask the old man to be his backer, this "little benefactor", and she also repaid the kindness. However, now the old man kicked the "trouble" back to her again. I don't know whether he did it on purpose or was really unintentional, but he always felt that he could not make up for his calculations and was plotted against him instead?
Wang Wensheng didn't know the "game" between the two of them at all. He was just happy that he could learn martial arts, so he grabbed Yan Bing's sleeve and jumped and said, "Master, Master, you can teach your disciples a few moves today."
After Yan Bing was speechless, she could only draw Qingxuan out and began to teach him the starting move of Qingxuan Sword and the next few moves. After all, she could also have a Qingxuan Sword now, and she would not know anything else...
Xiao Wensheng hurriedly pulled out Ziqiao and started to gesture like this. Don’t say that the little guy has some talent and is very good at learning. Yan Bing looked interesting and began to teach him seriously.
The old man took advantage of this time and called Feng Chen and asked: "Did you go out to sell wine just now? How much can you sell today?"
The eldest brother was stunned by the question and hesitated and told the scene again, saying that the junior sister would ask her to carry a jar of wine, and then the price would be higher, and some people would pay a hundred taels.........
Hearing this, the old man jumped up from the chair, widened his eyes and shouted, "One hundred taels!!!??? One hundred taels a jar!!??? Where is the money!???"
The senior brother then sighed again, pointed at Wen Pei and said, "Later, the fat man who offered was stuck on the ground by the boy's elbow, so he didn't take the money."
Wen Pei, who was standing aside, was instantly panicked when he heard this, and raised his eyes and glanced at the old man tremblingly. At this time, the old man was staring at him with a look that was almost looking at the "father-killing enemy", and even the air condensed into ice, and the fierce murderous intent drifted out.
At that moment, the three souls and seven spirits were scared to death, and their knees became weak, and they kowtowed and cried: "The little one doesn't know the truth, I heard that guy humiliate the little master, and the little one just moved his hand. The little one is really an unintentional move. The ancestor will spare your life..."
The old man who regarded wealth as life did not care about those things. He stood firm and said nothing, but just approached Wen Pei step by step, as if he was about to let his blood splatter on the spot in the next second.
At this moment, Wen Pei felt a warm feeling of his crotch, and a "revolving lantern" appeared in front of him: the scene where he wobbled when he was a child, the scene where he was sold into a clean room by his father, the scene where he was bullied by other servants just entered the palace, the scene where he was rescued by an old eunuch, and learned literature and martial arts with the old eunuch,... Suddenly! Wen Pei stimulated all his brain potential under the pressure of fear, grabbed the most critical thread that could save his life, and then pulled it out,
My adoptive father!
He raised his head suddenly and said loudly: "Old ancestor! Leave the little one to do the selling of wine! The little one has a "adopted father" in the palace. He is the chief supervisor of Shangshenjian, in charge of all the food in the palace and the purchase of wine. Ancestor, what kind of wine can be worthy of the palace? Moreover, the concubines and concubines in the palace are mostly high-ranking viscounts! As long as the empresses like it, they will be distributed to their families. At that time, your old wine can be said to be the nobles in the capital, everyone knows it!! Ancestor!!!
Next is quiet...
Absolute quiet…………………………….
Because the old man and Wen Pei were too disturbed, Yan Bing and Wang Wensheng also noticed something was wrong, so they stopped Jianwu and looked here.
Yan Bing slapped his forehead suddenly and thought to himself: Yes!! I am guarding the largest customer in the country and not serving him! Which kind of profiteer should I look for??? Am I so funny!??
It seemed that the old man also realized this, and then he suddenly looked up and looked at Yan Bing. In a blink of an eye, the two of them showed a nearly "shameless" smirk.
"Oh, little brother, get up quickly, just one hundred taels, how could I care? You're overthinking..." The old man said, and wanted to bend down to help Wen Pei.
Wen Pei didn't dare to let him help him. He had just wet his pants... If he touched his ancestors, he would really not be able to survive...
Thinking of this, he hurriedly knelt down and retreated, and on the ground, there was a slightly yellow water stain, pulling out a thick line...
Everyone immediately said "yi~~~~~~" in disgust.
Looking at Wen Pei again, he blushed and knelt on the ground with a trembling face. His wet pants were shaking with the wind, and he said with a little crying voice: "Ancestors should not call villains like this again. If villains call brothers and brothers with their ancestors, it would not be an exaggeration to die even if they die. Our ancestors should call villains Xiao Peizi."
The old man felt a little embarrassed for a moment and quickly explained: "Oh, Xiao Peizi, even if I am angry, I will only slap you at most. Why do you do this... Oh~~~~."
Yan Bingxin said: With your skills, if you slap it, isn’t that going to be dead?
The old man looked at him and stepped forward and said, "Brother, the junior sister is inconvenient for the girl's family. Please take this little brother to change clothes to the backyard. Judging from his figure, he should wear Junior Brother Lu Liang's clothes."
The eldest brother sneered and agreed, and came over.
Wen Pei blushed and kept shirking his responsibilities. The eldest brother didn't care about it. He pulled the back of his neck and lifted him up, pushed him to the backyard...
Seeing Wen Pei go to the backyard, Xiao Wensheng was relieved.
Yan Bing said to him: "You just follow the steps I taught you just now and keep practicing. Don't worry about anything else."
Xiao Wensheng knew that Wen Pei had no worries about his life, so he said "Oh" and began to continue practicing swordsmanship.
Yan Bing quickly walked to the old man, then looked back at Xiao Wensheng with guilt, and confirmed that he didn't look here, so he raised one hand and slowly clenched his fist with his palm, and gestured at the old man.
It means that this matter must be taken down!
The old man nodded, raised his hand, put an empty position of holding a wine glass, and pointed to the backyard with his thumb.
It means, he will be killed in a while!
Yan Bing also nodded, and then the two of them looked at each other and laughed, wandering in the air with a traitorous laughter.