Such a pair of apricot eyes, words cannot describe how they are, but they made Huang An's heart tremble violently.
There are tears, there is light, there is hope, there are doubts, there are also puzzles, and there are even more entrustments that Huang An cannot understand.
Huang An didn't know how he understood the meaning of this look, so he nodded subconsciously.
"Disciple, are you afraid that my master will take you to buy Guiyuan Tang?"
Zhao Dun saw his daughter leaving and turned to look at Huang An.
Something is wrong!
Of course I'm afraid.
Huang An's face froze and he swallowed.
"Master, don't be afraid, apprentice!"
Huang An somehow remembered the look in his senior sister's eyes before leaving, bowed and replied.
I hope it’s not what I thought.
He tightened the sharp dagger in his sleeve and followed the master with a smile on his face.
He had a premonition that even if he had just said he was afraid, he would still be destined to die. He might as well just say he was not afraid and still leave a good impression.
With a "crunch", the half-opened door of Zhao's martial arts gym opened, revealing a street scene that surprised Huang An.
He saw Pang Han kneeling at the door of the martial arts hall. The "martial arts master" with bulging temples was kneeling at the main entrance, kneeling in full view of everyone.
Like a quail, he tucked his head into his neck, and his tall body suddenly assumed the posture of a little daughter.
If Huang An hadn't caught a glimpse of his red ear heels hidden behind his long hair, he would have thought he was asleep.
Outside the martial arts gym, there are people watching the excitement. They are very lively and pointing.
For ordinary people in the neighborhood, it is too rare to see Pang Han, the eldest disciple of the Zhao family martial arts gym, kneeling at the door of the martial arts gym.
Some of them have been watching since about six o'clock in the morning, and they are still in high spirits.
There are vegetable sellers and firewood sellers who even put aside their business.
I heard that this Pang Han is the heir to the Pang Family Pharmacy. Now he doesn’t know what mistake he made and he is punished to kneel here.
The expressions on the faces of the crowd varied. Before Zhao Dun came out with Huang An, they kept pointing at Pang Han.
After all, everyone in Feng'an County knows that the Zhao Family Martial Arts School is only supported by Master Zhao Dun.
Pang Han?
There is nothing to be afraid of as the son of a drug store owner. After all, who doesn’t have a few relatives who practice martial arts?
If you don't reach the copper-skin realm, you will never be able to awe people.
However, as Zhao Dun appeared, the crowd quickly became quiet.
It is not something a smart person can do to scold his apprentice in front of his master.
As for Huang An who was following Zhao Dun, they automatically ignored him.
Huang An looked strange and stared at Pang Han's back in confusion.
Did you guess wrong?
Are you watching the fun, is it Senior Brother Pang Han?
Shouldn't it?
Are you happy to see your disciple make a fool of yourself?
The master looked solemn. Judging from the tone of his words a few days ago, he should be a steady man. How could he be playing tricks on him?
But Huang An will soon know that he guessed wrong.
The kneeling Pang Han felt mixed emotions in his heart. His emotions of resentment and shame could not stop rising. The laughter that came from time to time in his ears made him want to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.
However, he soon felt the strangeness of the atmosphere, and the surroundings became strangely quiet.
The crowd did not leave, there was no sound of footsteps.
Someone must be here, and the person’s weight is quite large.
Pang Han raised his head with a blushing face, and out of the corner of his eye he saw the master standing on one side.
I was suddenly shocked. Master has recovered?
Did you come to invite him in personally?
This is great.
"Master!"
He screamed, and even he himself didn't know what his mentality was.
Pray?
Shame?
Grieved?
Happy?
Gratitude?
The sound is not loud, but it is clear to the ears.
"Go back!"
Zhao Dun glanced at Pang Han coldly and never looked at him again.
Then he took a step forward, stood with his hands behind his hands, and focused his gaze on the end of the street.
He has received news that the young master of the Li family will lead someone to break in today.
Based on Zhao Dun's many years of experience in the arena and military, he already understood that it would be difficult to passively wait today.
The Zhao Family Martial Arts School was built by himself with one sword and one gun. This great business did not have any contribution from the ancestors and predecessors, it was all built by him alone.
With the efforts of one person and one generation, occupying the west city of Feng'an County is already a great achievement.
It is a pity that the Zhao Family Martial Arts School has too little foundation and does not have time to accumulate silver and merit, so it cannot train Bronze Skin Realm masters who can shoulder heavy responsibilities, and its connections are not as good as those martial arts families that have been passed down from generation to generation.
There is a martial arts school in Nuo, and he is the only one who can be considered a master.
He ignored the rabble led by the young master of the Li family. What he was really worried about were those people of the same realm who were sharpening their knives in secret.
It's still some time before I can recover from my injury. I got the news this morning. I had no choice but to step forward. I can't let a bunch of incompetent disciples stand in the way.
Rather than passively waiting for death, it is better to take the initiative and still have a chance of survival.
As for recruiting Huang An, he had an idea.
If it can be used, it can be considered a good thing.
If they don't use it, those people who rely on human power will probably not pay attention to a person who doesn't know whether he is from their martial arts school and is terminally ill and about to die.
Huang An can also survive.
As for his two daughters and those disciples, if they can succeed today, they will definitely be able to survive.
If he can't succeed, he won't be able to scare away the enemy in the dark, and when the time comes to fight, those disciples won't let him use the enemy as a weapon.
He has already made arrangements. If the worst happens today, someone will rescue his two daughters and leave.
However, when Pang Han heard the master's scolding, he suddenly felt aggrieved from his mixed emotions.
He has been in the martial arts school for ten years, and there is no need to talk about his relationship with his master. He thought that the master came out to care about him and asked him to go back.
Unexpectedly, he blurted out "Go back", which made his face turn pale.
Zhao Dun had accumulated power for many years, but Pang Han did not dare to refute. He lowered his head and responded, holding his sore knees with one hand and the floor with the other as he stood up.
He noticed Huang An, who was standing behind his master without saying a word. He felt resentful in his heart, but he didn't dare to say anything to offend him again. He just kept it in his heart to retrieve it later.
"You can't come out without my order!"
Zhao Dun glanced sideways at Pang Han and stopped looking at him.
Panghan paused for some reason, but he still responded.
"Yes, master!"
After saying that, he limped in.
The moment he passed by Huang An, he paused and walked in without saying a word.
Huang An looked at Pang Han's back, which was gradually returning to his normal walking posture, and secretly called him unlucky.
This time, Pang Han was severely offended. Although this was an innocent disaster, he asked himself that he was not at fault.
However, who can explain human feelings clearly?
Putting himself on Pang Han, Huang An felt that he might feel more wronged than Pang Han.
It seems that we need to find an opportunity to resolve it, otherwise it will be troublesome if the hatred becomes bigger.
Huang An just wants to practice martial arts quietly to continue his life, or even cure cancer. He doesn't want to cause any trouble.
Huang An firmly believes that as long as he apologizes quickly and sincerely enough, no one will take the initiative to trouble him.
But now is not the time to think about this, because there are more urgent things to solve.
As if they felt something or got some news, the expressions of the neighborhood vendors who were watching suddenly became panicked. They were ready to leave, but how could they stay at this moment?
They dispersed immediately.
Soon, there was no one left on the broad street. Occasionally, curious heads poked out from the attics on both sides and quickly shrank back.
In fact, there was a family of four standing beside the pit of leaves under the street steps that Huang An didn't see.
A couple about forty years old, with two twins with pigtails in the sky.
The expressions of this family of four are very strange compared with the others.
Two ignorant children watched the excitement. Their parents seemed to have cried just now, with red and swollen eyes. At this moment, their hands were tightly clasped together, trembling, and their eyes were frightened and heart-wrenching.
In front of them stood two children with pursed lips and holding back tears.
In front of the entrance of the martial arts gym.
A gust of autumn wind blew by. The sunshine today was obviously good, but Huang An actually felt a chill that penetrated his heart. He couldn't help but tighten his tight clothes and took two steps back towards the host.
Huang An's heart gradually calmed down as his hand touched the dagger in his arms.
I don't know how long passed, maybe five minutes, maybe ten minutes. When Huang An stood until the soles of his feet became stiff, a bunch of dark figures appeared at the end of the street corner.
As the figure gets closer, the line of sight gradually becomes clearer.
There were about thirty or forty people, all of them big and round, especially the seven or eight people in the first two rows, whose aura was extremely extraordinary.
He has a huge body, his arms seem to be able to run a horse, and scars can be seen on the occasionally exposed parts.
They should all be martial arts practitioners.
They gradually approached, walking faster and faster, as if a dark cloud was pressing over them.
The atmosphere is solidified, the air seems to be still, and even taking a breath feels stuffy.
Huang An swallowed his throat, his eyes showing fear. If the master hadn't blocked the front and he couldn't run fast, he would have escaped by now.
His uneasiness and his guess were correct.
These people are the ones the master really wants to wait for.
Two sick ghosts stood in front of the door, facing a group of men who did not look like good people.
At this time, Huang An gradually calmed down. Now that he could no longer leave, he could only act according to the situation.
Three days ago, his and his master's combined life expectancy was less than half a year.
But now, I am facing a group of bandit-like villains on the opposite side.
The facts are indeed changeable, and we should not have come today.
The visitors are none other than the three major forces headed by Li Wei, representing the Li family of the city lord, the Yang family in the east of the city, and the Yunshan Chamber of Commerce in the north of the city.
As if they had seen something incredible, Li Wei and his group, who were still laughing and joking, stopped about a hundred meters away from the gate of the Zhao Family Martial Arts Hall.
The team was in turmoil for a while and finally stabilized again.
It's just that it lacks the fierce momentum just now.
Li Wei's calves were shaking a little. He recognized the man in blue brocade clothes as Mr. Zhao Dunzhao.
No wonder it looks familiar.
What to do?
Li Wei's eyes were filled with uncertainty, and he already hated the mysterious person who delivered the false news.
If retreating now would damage his prestige, how could he take over the city lord's palace in the future, frighten the forces in the city, and seek wealth?
Retreating must not be possible.
As long as he doesn't anger Uncle Zhao today, he can still survive.