Wrap the bloody mouth after applying the medicine.
Lin Xun has always been by his side, watching every time Chang Shisan frowned and every time he relaxed.
He held a towel that had been soaked in hot water and kept wiping the cold sweat from Chang Shisan's forehead.
Serious and careful.
He used his own way to express concern as much as possible.
Shaoan: "Okay, it's done. Thank you for your hard work, brothers. Let's go back and rest. Xun'er and I will take care of you."
call-
Breathe a sigh of relief.
Chang Shisan: "Xiaosi,"
Chao Si stepped forward: "My subordinate is here."
Chang Shisan: "Do you know Wang Ruo?"
Chao Si searched for this name carefully: "Subordinate, I think you've heard of it? I'm not very familiar with it. He's a new guy, maybe."
Chang Shisan: "Accept him as a disciple."
Wha, what?
Chao Si has three apprentices.
How can it be so casual to accept a disciple?
Chao Si looked confused: "Gang leader, my subordinates are really not familiar with him... Isn't it a bit difficult to accept a disciple?"
Chang Shisan: "Ling Xiu will give him a gift on my behalf. That's it."
Chao Si: "Gang leader, this..."
Chang Shisan: "Why, is it difficult for you? Or do you look down on the people I recommend?"
Chao Si shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, no, this is not what I meant..."
The key is: Who is Wang Ruo? I don’t know him! Why did he accept him as his disciple?
Chang Shisan: "Then what do you mean?"
Chao Si was helpless: "Yes...yes, I will go and have a chat with him tomorrow. If he doesn't object, I will definitely obey my order and accept him as my disciple."
Chang Shisan: "Remember, this is your own intention, not mine."
Chao Si: "...Oh."
Chang Shisan: "Step back."
Chao Si cupped his hands and said, "Yes."
Where is the logic?
I tried my best to be a chaperone, but indiscriminately, the gang leader forced me to become a disciple.
What is this called?
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The two branches of Pingan Town stand side by side.
Shen Qiuyan still fulfilled her duties and strictly abided by the gang rules of the Tianyun Mountain Sect.
But the people under her command don't have as much self-control as she does.
One day, the Dengwen drum in front of the official court in Ping'an Town made an urging sound.
An old man over fifty years old knelt in the courtroom to state his grievances. He burst into tears from his nose. His gray beard was piled up in a mess, and his coarse clothes were barely clean. From his hoarse throat, sad words flowed out one after another.
Mr. Wang Cong and Mr. Wang were sitting in front of the hall.
Old man: "Master Qingtian, the name of Xiaomin's daughter is Zhang Xiaoyu,"
Zhang Xiaoyu and Uncle Zhang set up a stall on the street every day, selling vegetables. The days were ordinary and they could still have enough to eat. Xiaoyu was always slim and graceful, but she didn't expect that it was this appearance that caused her death.
A tall man took Xiaoyu away and threatened Old Man Zhang's life to force Xiaoyu to obey him. Xiaoyu took advantage of him and escaped from the tiger's mouth. As a result, the man became angry and punched Old Man Zhang when he found him.
He was beaten and kicked, and Old Man Zhang's house was set on fire.
Uncle Zhang still doesn’t know this man’s last name.
He only knew that this man was digging like crazy to find Xiaoyu. Once Xiaoyu fell into his hands again, he would definitely suffer even more inhuman treatment. The man wore a light blue belt with the symbol of auspicious clouds around his waist.
, this is a member of the Tianyun Mountain Sect. Uncle Zhang has no power, how can he compete with the Tianyun Mountain Sect.
No one is willing to go to court unless they are completely helpless.
Uncle Zhang placed all his hopes on the official Mr. Wang.
Uncle Zhang: "Sir, you must make decisions for the small people! Sir, the small people kowtow to you, sir!"
Wearing a dark green robe, embroidered with patterns that symbolize status, a black gauze hat with an upright top, and a piece of gavel in his hand, Wang Cong knew that he should have reached out immediately to do what a parent should do if he was facing grievances like this -
—Seeking justice for Mr. Zhang.
However, the Tianyun Mountain Sect...can't even afford to offend a state official, let alone a small local official like him.
After leaving the hall, Wang Cong took Mr. Zhang to the back hall.
Wang Cong: "Old man, listen to me, I don't think you don't know the power of Tianyun Mountain Sect, so even I can't shake it."
Uncle Zhang's wrinkled eyes shed some tears: "Sir..."
Wang Cong: "In this case, I will give you an idea. Whether it succeeds or not depends on God's will."
"Unjust, wronged"
Two big words, smelling of blood, were written on a spread white cloth. Old man Zhang knelt at the gate of the Tianyunshan faction's branch and shouted loudly.
"It's unfair, it's unfair..."
He used all his strength.
Waves of people on the street were attracted bit by bit, and they tightly surrounded Mr. Zhang.
Seeing that this formation was about to become unstoppable, the guards immediately reported it.
Tian Yuwen walked quickly to the lobby: "Pilmmaster, it's not good, Captain!"
Luan Ziming held a brush in his hand and wrote a series of dog crawling characters: "It's so ugly. Alas, I won't practice anymore."
Yuwen: "Master, there are about a hundred people gathered at the door, all watching our excitement!"
Luan Ziming raised his head: "What?"
Yu Wen: "An old man insisted on accusing me of doing something wrong, burned down his house, and forced his precious daughter to death, crying and shouting. There is no place for us to save our dignity!"
Luan Ziming flicked the brush in his hand: "Damn it, what's going on? How could our brother do such a thing? This is nonsense."
Yuwen: "That's right."
The two of them quickly came to the door to see what was going on.
Guard: "I've seen the helmsman. This old man has been crying for a long time and won't leave no matter how hard I try to persuade him. Please take care of him quickly."
Helm, Lord!
It was these two words that Mr. Zhang was waiting for.
Ziming stepped forward and said, "Old man, what are you doing? Why are you being wronged, and why are you complaining here? If you complain, go to Mr. Wang Cong. We don't care about redressing the grievances."
Old Man Zhang shook his hands, supported his body, and kowtowed earnestly: "Master, please save the little man's daughter! Please, Master, save the little man's daughter!"
Save people?
Where is this?
Zi Ming looked around at the gazes of everyone, and pairs of eyes were staring at him. If this matter is not handled well, the reputation of the Tianyun Mountain Sect will be ruined.
Ziming hurriedly helped him: "Old man, how can I help you?"
Suddenly a voice came from the crowd: "The people who harmed his daughter are the people of your Tianyun Mountain Sect!"