But when Boss Mou returned home with his apprentice and He Yunshen, he saw a woman standing at the door of his house, with a thin face, and she really didn't look like someone who could play games.
He Yunshen pointed at the woman and asked in surprise: "Is she her? You can't even defeat this kind of person, you are too useless."
The young apprentice felt relieved, but due to the identity of the other party, he could only hold back and say nothing.
Boss Mou couldn't live with it because it was his apprentice who was being scolded.
"It should be that they don't want to be like a woman." Boss Mou found a step for himself, and said angrily to the apprentice next to him: "But others have been fooled, why do they care that she is a woman?"
The young apprentice was sandwiched between his left and right sides, and could only lower his head to hide the sullen expression on his face.
Boss Mou looked at the woman at the door again. He couldn't tell the details for a while, and he was also surprised that a woman dared to come to his door to discuss matters with him.
While he was looking at it, He Yunshen stepped forward and stared at the woman with his hands behind his back as if curious: "You were the one who knocked them all down?"
Wen Ya looked at the young man walking around in front of her and looked at him with surprise, "Who are you?"
He Yunshen raised his chin and said with a stern expression, "I am no one, I am the He family, the third young master of the second room of the He family."
"What family is on equal footing with the Si family?" Wen Ya asked again.
He Yunshen said angrily: "Who said they are equal? It is clearly our He family that surpasses them."
Wen Ya stared at He Yunshen carefully for a while, then turned to look at Boss Mou who was a little further away, "Are you known as Iron Fist Master Mou?"
At that time, everyone else who heard the sound in the yard rushed out, all with bruises and swollen faces. When they saw Boss Mou, they called out "Master" aggrievedly, but when they saw the fierce female goddess standing at the door, they were too frightened to move.
Seeing that the faces of the group of people were all bright, He Yunshen laughed so hard that he leaned forward and backward with laughter. He pointed at the disciples and said, "You are too useless. It is really embarrassing to be beaten like this by a woman."
Boss Mou's disciples looked even uglier, but seeing the latter's clothes and hearing his arrogant tone, they all guessed who it was, so they could only remain silent.
Boss Mou was so angry that his face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He secretly cursed the disciples as trash for embarrassing him, and publicly scolded Wen Ya for being arrogant and ignorant.
"Mad woman, you dare to come to my Mou Jian's court to cause trouble. Who are you? Tell me your name."
Wen Ya cupped her hands and clasped her fists, "Wen Ya, the master of the Shan Pavilion on Guohuai Street, is here to learn from me." He started to take action.
"Nobody, you are the first to cause trouble and attack my apprentice later, so don't blame me for being ruthless." Mou Jian clenched his fists with both hands, shouted low, and took the lead in attacking.
He Yunshen clapped his hands and applauded, then retreated to the door, looked around, placed the long bench where the gatekeeper sat in front of the door, sat down, and pointed to someone casually:
"You, go and get me some fruit snacks for the young master. How can you watch a good show without something to eat?"
The apprentice who was chosen wanted to stay and watch the master help them regain their place, but due to He Yunshen's identity, he had to run quickly to get food.
He Yunshen clasped his hands, full of interest, pointed at the two people in front of the door and asked Mou Jian's disciples: "Who do you think will win?"
None of the disciples answered, but their eyes closely followed the two people who were about to fight.
I saw Mou Jian clenching his fists with both hands and rushing forward with one step. At the same time, Wen Ya raised her breath on her toes and swooped away from where she was and rushed to Mou Jian. The speed was so fast that only an afterimage was left behind.
With just one move, everyone on site, including Mou Jian, was stunned.
He Yunshen even jumped up and pointed in disbelief at Wen Ya, who was still beside him at the first glance and in front of Mou Jian at the next glance, "Did I get dazzled just now?"
Although Mou Jian's disciples had seen it before, they all still stared in disbelief.
"This is faster than just now." Someone couldn't help but exclaimed.
"Don't talk." Someone yelled again.
Everyone stared at the two people in front of them without blinking, but before they could see anything clearly, the next moment, they heard Mou Jian scream "Ah", then took a few steps back and looked at him with a look of horror.
Looking at the woman in front of him.
"Master." The eldest apprentice took the lead and rushed out. The other apprentices also followed, knocking He Yunshen across the door several times. He was so angry that he yelled: "Don't you have eyes?" But no one paid attention to him.
The eldest disciple came to Mou Jian and saw his arm hanging down unnaturally. He pointed at Wen Ya angrily and said, "Wicked woman, you are so cruel and cruel. It's just a sparring match. Why should you cut off my master's arm?"
Wen Ya was also a little surprised. She just condensed a little bit of her true energy into her fist and punched the opponent forcefully. After all, it was called an iron fist. But she didn't expect that the iron fist was not as hard as she thought.
"I couldn't control my strength for a moment, I'm sorry." Wen Ya made a fist, came to Mou Jian, grabbed his arm and twisted it, letting out another scream, but the arm was connected again.
Mou Jian's painful forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and he looked at Wen Ya like a monster, "Master of Shan Pavilion? How come you have such skill, how come you have never heard of it before?"
"The shop hasn't opened yet, but it will open in the future." Wen Ya finished her sentence, turned around and looked around, saw He Yunshen standing behind the crowd, and walked over.
"I think your muscles are pretty good. Do you want to learn the trick just now?" she asked.
He Yunshen was already stunned. When he heard this, he nodded hastily: "Think about it, you teach me."
"Then you go to Shange on Guohuai Street to find me in half a month." Wen Ya patted He Yunshen on the shoulder, then turned back to Mou Jian and said: "According to the rules, I will take your plaque." After that,
As soon as he got angry, he flew out and took off the door plaque.
He Yunshen opened his mouth wide with a dull look on his face.
Wen Ya fell back to him again and said with a smile: "I will teach you the trick just now." After saying that, she took the door plaque under her arm and left among the petrified people.
...
Hongyun Tea House, the lobby on the first floor and the private rooms on the second floor have been overcrowded in recent days.
However, different from the usual heated discussions, the whole hall was quiet at the moment, and the only cadence of voice sounded in the lobby.
"...But he said that Zuo Ziling had a knife in his right hand and his left hand was as sharp as an eagle's claw, and he was going to capture someone. However, the master of the Shange Pavilion was even faster, turning his fist into a palm to drive him out, and then kicked Zuo Ziling in the lower abdomen.
One kick.
Zuo Su was known to be very powerful, so this kick failed to knock him down. Instead, he seized the opportunity and grabbed the Shange Pavilion Master's ankles, swung him around and threw him out.
However, before it was too late, the master of the Shange Pavilion turned around and flew to the roof with the momentum of the throw. He twisted around again, jumped down, picked up the door plaque of Zuo's house, and moved to the next house.
"
"Which one is next?" someone asked.
But the storyteller smiled and shook his head, "If you want to hear about it next time, come back tomorrow."
Someone else on the seat questioned: "What you are saying is so ridiculous, is it true? Who can fly to the roof, I think it is a lie."
The storyteller chuckled, packed up his things and left, "You can tell whether it's true or not by looking at the empty doors."
After leaving Hongyun Tea House, the storyteller hummed a little tune and came to Jiuquli. He saw several familiar colleagues at the entrance of the alley. They smiled and invited each other knowingly. They came together to a vermilion wooden door in the middle.
I knocked on the door, and soon a girl came out.
The girl handed out a paper packet to each person and said: "In the afternoon you will go to Yangquan Street. There are about ten teahouses there."
They said hello to each other, and as soon as they walked out of the alley, they saw several colleagues coming over. They smiled and said hello to each other, and then went their separate ways.