240. Trouble comes to the door
Bai Rongquan was so embarrassed in the whole scene, looked at the black-faced and long-bearded fat general, and said with a stiff smile: "Easy boy, this is my good brother who was born and died when he fought on the battlefield back then, and his nickname is Wei Songtian, the name of "Hairless Monster". Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"
Ren Xiaoyao glanced at Wei Songtian, with a long black beard and dense black hair, where was there no hair.
"Hehe, his nickname "hairless monster" does not mean that he is hairless, but once when he was fighting, he was attacked by the enemy according to local conditions, and the hair on his whole body was burned to a hair..."Bai Rongquan knew what Ren Xiaoyao was curious about, and opened his mouth to explain.
However, before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Wei Songtian.
"Little white face, what are you talking about with your juniors, do you want to see the prime minister? If you don't go, I'll go first. Wei Songtian glared at Bai Rongquan and said angrily.
He didn't expect Bai Rongquan to tell Ren Xiaoyao about these things, and if it was spread out, he would have to be embarrassed.
Ren Xiaoyao couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, he didn't expect the burly Wei Songtian to have such a story, thinking about it, I feel emotional, a big man kills the enemy naked on the battlefield!
When thousands of soldiers heard Bai Rongquan's words, some couldn't help the beauty of the picture and burst out laughing.
"Smile and smile, when I go back to Four Seasons County, I won't make you laugh for a year!" Bai Rongquan also knew that he had said something he shouldn't have said, and turned around and scolded the soldiers he brought.
Wei Songtian's soldiers didn't dare to laugh at their generals, even if they suffocated to death, they didn't dare to laugh, he knew that it was the soldiers he brought who laughed just now.
"Humph! Lai Zhilin, this is the capital, not your father's fiefdom, the encirclement and suppression of the horses in broad daylight, is it not the saint who does not exist? β
Wei Songtian is not good at falling in the face of his friend in front of the soldiers, and he also gives face Bai Rong does not care about responsibility, but Lai Zhilin is not so blessed, and he ignores the emperor's great sin when he speaks.
Lai Zhilin glanced at Leng Lingfei, looked at the severed finger on the ground, stared at Ren Xiaoyao viciously, as if killing his father and enemy, and sneered: "Wei Jianjun, I don't want you to do things, right?" You still have to worry about yourself, Lian Po is old, no matter how hard you practice martial arts, I'm afraid your own soldiers won't be able to shake it. β
Wei Songtian's face turned scarlet when he heard this, and he didn't say anything for a long time.
If this was back then, which junior would dare to say that about him?
Lai Zhilin, who had been waiting for a long time and had not received an answer, glanced at Wei Songtian with disdain, and scolded angrily at the servants he brought: "Don't get up yet? Do you want this son to help you, more than a dozen people have never even fought a hillbilly who has never practiced martial arts, go back and get 30 battles by yourself! β
When the servants heard Lai Zhilin's words, they got up one after another, and Niu Dan glanced at Ren Xiaoyao, and seeing that Ren Xiaoyao had no other instructions, he dropped the flat burden in his hand and returned to the carriage.
"Did I tell you to go? You are working hard to bring people to kill me, as if you left a finger, it's not a good deal, right? Seeing that Lai Zhilin would take someone away without asking him, Ren Xiaoyao sneered.
If you don't show Lai Zhilin a little color today, there will only be more and more such troubles, in order to avoid the trouble he hates the most, Ren Xiaoyao doesn't plan to let Lai Zhilin go so easily.
"If you want to kill or chop, draw a line, if you dare! Hahaha! Lai Zhilin said arrogantly without looking back.
Hearing this, Ren Xiaoyao shook his head and muttered in a low voice: "I've never seen such a stupid person as you!" β
As soon as the words fell, the universal knife appeared in his right hand, and when he was about to fly towards Lai Zhilin, he heard Bai Rongquan shouting: "Easy boy, don't make trouble!" β
Ren Xiaoyao was stunned when he heard this, glanced at Bai Rongquan, flashed impatience, and the universal knife flew towards Lai Zhilin in an instant.
Yes!
I only heard Lai Zhilin, who was a hundred meters away, screaming again, and the palm of the severed finger was completely detached from the wrist, spurting out a large amount of blood.
"Someone asked me to help, and I didn't help? Isn't that very faceless? Ren Xiaoyao laughed.
After speaking, he got into the carriage and drove away, and took Ren Shiting and them to go shopping.
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After Ren left freely, Lai Zhilin's servant, whose face was pale, actively and slowly carried Lai Zhilin to find Langzhong.
If Lai Zhilin lost a hand because of this incident, it would be impossible for more than a dozen of them to live.
And Wei Songtian and Bai Rongquan looked at the side and frowned.
"Lao Bai, that kid is from the martial arts?" Wei Songtian came back to his senses for a long time and asked Bai Rongquan.
Just now I watched Ren Xiaoyao make a move from beginning to end, and I didn't find out where Ren Xiaoyao took out the knife from, and the knife disappeared without a trace when it cut off Lai Zhilin's palm, as if it had never appeared.
Bai Rongquan came back to his senses when he heard this, and shook his head gently, indicating that he was not clear.
However, Wei Songtian thought that Bai Rongquan said that Ren Xiaoyao was not from the martial arts, and was surprised: "Isn't it? I see that kid's flying knife just now, coming and going without a trace, even if he is not a martial arts person, he has at least studied a martial arts person! β
"Let's go back and talk about this matter, it's a long story!" Bai Rongquan said earnestly.
Wei Songtian nodded when he heard this, and it didn't seem to be very good to discuss other people's privacy on the streets.
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"Xiaoyao, I think that boy just now has a lot of status, and he is not even afraid of the general, you will be fine, right?" On the carriage, Niu Dan said worriedly to Ren Xiaoyao.
He didn't think that Ren Xiaoyao would be so radical just now, he was already very shocked when he cut off his fingers at the beginning, but he didn't expect to cut off the person's palm alive in the end.
When Ren Xiaoyao heard this, he saw the frowning cow egg and smiled: "What did I do?" I was happy to help others, what was the matter? He asked me to help, could it be that I didn't help him? Didn't our Renjia Village say that you help me, I help you, this is the best? β
Cow protein glanced at Ren Xiaoyao, when did Renjia Village have this custom? How did he not know? Even if there were, he had never seen Ren Xiaoyao so obedient, he often asked Ren Xiaoyao to help, but Ren Xiaoyao was perfunctory.
"Okay, why are you worried so much, they can't do anything to me, I didn't kill anyone, at most I apologize." Seeing that Niu Dan was only in his arms for this room, Ren Xiaoyao explained.
In fact, Lai Zhilin, Ren Xiaoyao really didn't say anything wrong, after he married Bai Liyun, even if Lai Zhilin is the son of Hou Ye, Hou Ye can't do anything to him, after all, Ren Xiaoyao is a member of the royal family, Hou Ye is just a minister at most, when the time comes, Ren Xiaoyao will admit a low authority, apologize, and say sorry, what can Hou Ye do to him?
Besides, this matter was provoked by Lai Zhilin first!
"Really?"
"Really! You still want to go there to play, you just have one night, tomorrow I will take you to the Prime Minister's Mansion to live, and then for your safety, I will not let you go in and out freely! β
"Huh?" When everyone heard this, they were dissatisfied, and it took them half a month, and Ren Xiaoyao complained to them like this.
However, Ren Xiaoyao rejected all of their requests, and made everyone angry that he would bleed heavily tonight!
However, Ren Xiaoyao just smiled, the silver was originally earned and spent, would he care about those silver taels?
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A boss was in a very happy mood after drinking, whistling, and driving his beloved Mercedes-Benz 600 on the road.
Then he saw a small farm tractor parked on the side of the road, and someone was waving to him, so he stopped.
It turned out that the tractor broke down and wanted to find someone to help tow it away. The boss was in a good mood after drinking today, so he agreed.
The two of them made an appointment, if the tractor hit the right turn signal, please continue to drive.
If the tractor hits the left turn signal, please stop.
Then the boss drove his Mercedes 600 on the road (very slowly, of course).
Suddenly, a BMW overtook the boss at a very fast speed, and the boss was very angry and scolded: NND no one dares to overtake my Mercedes-Benz 600! The fire hit up and chased after him at high speed, and he forgot about the tractor behind him with his strength and anger.
From time to time, he caught up with the BMW car, just when the boss was racing at a speed of 280 miles and the BMW was found by the traffic police on the side of the road, and the traffic police wanted to stop it.
Hurriedly took out the walkie-talkie and contacted the traffic police on the next section: Hey, hey, I found that the two bright high-end cars were racing at a fast speed, one was a BMW, and the other was a Mercedes-Benz. Please be prepared to intercept itγγγγγγ
Hey, no, it's three, and there's a small farm tractor following them closely, and this left turn signal, oh my god he's ready to overtakeγγγγγγγ
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Me: "You know how many years you've been here, right?" β
Him: "Three years, it's boring here." β
Me: "So why don't you let the time pass a little faster and pass the time?" Or write a superman to save you? Aliens are also becoming. β
He burst out laughing, "You're so funny! The passage of time in the novel is in accordance with the natural law of the book, three years is only a few lines or even less in front of the reader, but the characters in the novel are honestly three years have passed, and there is no delay in falling in love, getting married, having children, being promoted, quarrelling, eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling. How can you make a novel jump in time? I'm the main character, so I have to put up with this bit of boredom. As for what you said about superhuman aliens or something, it's boring, it's not science fiction. There is something wrong with your logical thinking. β
I found that it was indeed what he said, and that his worldview was indestructible from a personal point of view.
Me: "I see, you mean: the world is for you, what about when you die?" Does this world still exist? β
Him: "Of course it exists, but the reader doesn't see it." If I simply die, there are two possibilities: 1, the plot arranges me to die; 2, I'm not the protagonist. And the first point, I'm not going to die now, I'm still writing novels. The second point is, I don't have to be sure of anything, I definitely am, because I'm the author. β
Me: "How do you prove it?" β
Him: "I want to prove that it's always possible, but is it necessary?" From my point of view, the proof itself is ridiculous. Unless I feel the need to. If you have to prove it, you can kill me now, you can't kill me, the doctor outside the door will stop you, you may trip, maybe you have a heart attack when you rush over, or you can't beat me at all, and you almost killed yourself...... That's it. β
Me: "What kind of novel is this?" β
He: "Describing some people's emotions is sometimes very bland, but it is very moving, and ordinary things can make people feel invested and moving, right?" β
Me: "So, do you love your wife?" β
Him: "Of course, that's what I wrote. β
Me: "What about the kids?" β
He was a little impatient: "This kind of problem...... Do you still need to ask? β
Me: "No, I mean: your feelings for them are the setting and needs of the plot, not your spontaneous nature, right?" β
Him: "Why is your logic confused again?" I am the main character, they are the family of the main character, and my feelings for them are of course sincere. β
Me: "Then why did you try to kill your child three years ago?" β
Him: "I didn't kill it. Just make a show to get me here. β
Me: "You're saying you're pretending to do that?" To come here? β
Him: "I know no one believes it, whatever, but that has to be done, no reader likes to read a bland running account, there must be a climax." β
I decided to violate the rules to stimulate him: "What if your wife cheated while you were in the hospital?" β
Him: "The plot doesn't have this setting. β
Me: "You're sure." β
He smiled: "You are a ...... person"
I lost no time: "You admit that I am human?" Instead of the character you set it up with? β
Him: "I set your character to be human, and you did what you had to do. β
Me: "What do I do?" β
Him: "Makes my mind fluctuate. β
I seem to have fallen into his trap.
Me: "When it's done, I don't exist?" β
Him: "No, you go on with your life, even when my novel is over, you will continue to live, but the reader won't see it, because I'm not going to describe you to the reader." β
Me: "And what is your final ending in this novel?" β
Him: "Well, that's a problem, I haven't figured it out yet......"
Me: "When will it be finished?" β
Him: "When it's done, you won't know, because it's outside of this world, beyond your understanding, how do you know it's done?" β
Me: "............"
He looked at me with interest: "It's good to talk to you, thank you, I'm almost up to time." He blinked.
That was the end of that conversation. I went there two more times, and he stopped saying that to me, and turned to small talk. However, not long after that, I heard that he had improved, and after more than half a year, he was discharged from the hospital for observation. On the day I was discharged, I went just fine, and he talked and laughed with his attending doctor, family and friends, and ignored me. Before leaving, he walked up to me casually and said in a quick and low voice, "Do you remember the first table?" Take a look at the back of the table. After saying that, he smiled slyly and ignored me.
It took a lot of effort to find the table where I had my first meeting with him. I leaned down and looked under the table, there were many nail scratches on it, and I could vaguely make out the crooked words.
That was the date he and I first met, and in one sentence: leave in half a year.
Long after, I would see his last sly smile in front of me. (To be continued.) )