Although Old Man Bu couldn't understand what they were saying, what it meant...... It's obviously not good for you. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He secretly regretted that he hadn't closed the stall earlier, he couldn't afford to offend this group, but he could afford to escape.

Now, the only way to deal with these people is to stiffen your hair.

Old man Bu laughed with him, and cautiously glanced at the fierce and vicious official in front of him: "This master, what do you want to count?" Do you ask about the future, or about marriage? Or ......"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Huo Wu: "You just calculate with your master, I will go to find Xiao Taohong tonight, will she see me?" ”

When Old Man Bu heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and his brows furrowed.

This one is called Little Pink, and when you hear it, it's not a good person. Besides, such a hexagram is not counted.

"This official, this ......" he looked at Huo Wu in embarrassment.

"Don't want to count?" Huo Wu narrowed his eyes slightly, "Is it uncertain for you, old man, or don't you want to do it for me?" ”

A thin layer of sweat oozed from Old Man Bu's forehead.

Huo Wu didn't really tell the fortune, he was just looking for an excuse to make trouble. Seeing that Old Man Bu was stubbornly silent, he couldn't help but become irritable. Suddenly, he turned his head and saw a piece of paper pasted in front of the stall, and suddenly became angry, lifted the fortune-telling table, and kicked Old Man Bu to the ground.

Old man Bu was kicked right in the middle of the mouth, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"You dead old man, you want to curse me?" Huo Wu's eyes widened, and a few heavy punches went down, hitting the thin little body of Old Man Bu, and the "bang" sounded. Where can Old Man Bu withstand it? Suddenly, mouthfuls of blood spurted out, and the whole person trembled like yellow leaves in the autumn wind.

"This official, you have wronged the little one." Old man Bu kept coughing, but the remaining reason told him that he couldn't bear a trumped-up charge, and even if he died, he had to ask clearly.

"I wronged you?" Huo Wu straightened up suddenly, pointed at the piece of paper, and shouted, "You dead old man, dare to say that you are not cursing the master?" ”

Old man Bu opened his mouth and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, his eyes widened, and he could barely see where Huo Wu's finger was heading, it was the piece of paper he had posted in the morning that read: "There is a happy event in the family, fortune telling does not need money".

He looked at Huo Wu blankly, not understanding why a piece of paper would make the official in front of him furious.

Huo Wu sneered: "You dead old man, you don't even know that you are dying!" In this way, I will be merciful and let you be a ghost! ”

Speaking of this, he walked over, tore off the piece of paper, and brought it to Old Man Bu: "Old man, don't bully me for not understanding the rules of your fortune-telling, don't you have three situations where you don't collect money?" ”

As soon as Old Man Bu heard this, this sweat came down, and he waved his hand in a panic: "This official, you have misunderstood. There are three situations in which we don't collect money for fortune telling, but that's not the case now, I obviously wrote on the paper......"

"Less nonsense!" Huo Wu said angrily, "I don't care what you write, you fortune tellers don't collect money, one is a person who has a short life, one is a person who has no luck, and the other is a person who can't be avoided by a catastrophe, you don't take money, don't curse me to die or something else!" ”

A person next to him said: "Brother Wu, don't talk nonsense with him!" If you dare to curse our martial brother like this, you must be impatient, brothers, come on! ”

This group of people who patrol the camp on weekdays are powerful and prosperous, and they have long regarded beating people as commonplace. In their eyes, beating people is just a game, practicing fists and feet. So Old Man Bu once again became their target. After a burst of punches and kicks, there was a crisp sound of bone cracking, and the old man Bu curled up into a prawn, and the blood that continued to spill from the corner of his mouth showed that he had suffered extremely serious internal injuries.

It was noon, and there were not many pedestrians on the road, and even if there were one or two, they were too frightened to avoid them.

These officials, they can't afford to offend.

"Stop!"

With a shout, a white-robed young man descended from the sky.

Old man Bu was beaten and bleeding, and the blood covered his eyes. He only saw that in the red cloud in front of him, a handsome young man with a rich god was floating down majestically like a god, and his clothes were flying, like a fairy.

A glimmer of hope rose in Old Man Bu's heart, and he shouted with all his strength, but in fact, to the ears of others, his voice was like a mosquito: "Childe save me, I was wronged, I ......"

Old man Bu fainted unconscious.

The feet raised by the group of people patrolling the camp stopped in the air, and the man's voice was quite majestic, and there was a faint deterrent force invisibly, even if they were used to running rampant in the market, they couldn't help but shrink their necks, put down the feet that were about to kick Old Man Bu, and took a step back.

When they saw the person who came, they couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, the person who came was actually a handsome young man.

But that voice is clearly such a deterrent that can only be formed after many years of gaining power......

Seeing that the other party was just a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, younger than his own age, Huo Wu, the little overlord, immediately showed a look of disdain.

Moreover, in addition to the fact that the young man in front of him is just a little good-looking, what about the others? He was wearing a wide-sleeved robe with simple ornamentation, shoes with fine knots, and a hand-cranked bamboo paper fan. It's a long way from the deerskin boots on his feet. No matter how he looked at it, he felt that the young man in front of him was just a weak scholar.

A weak scholar who was powerless also came to join in the fun, and Huo Wu once thought that this weak scholar's brain must be broken.

He shook his fist as big as a bowl, pulled the corners of his mouth, smiled proudly, glanced at the scholar, and said loudly to his brothers: "You say, if this punch goes down, I don't know if the scholar's head will bloom?" ”

His arrogant tone dispelled the fear that had just risen in the hearts of those people, and when they saw that their leaders had said this, they all laughed and echoed: "The boss is right, according to the brothers, this scholar is clearly here to find death, and the boss will teach him a lesson and let him taste the taste of being strong." ”

"Brother, I see, this scholar is so weak that he can't help it, boss, you don't need to exert much force, just point it with a finger, and this scholar will whine."

"Yes, yes, our boss is wise and martial......"

These wine bags and rice bags, they can't do anything, but they do their best to flatter their aunts, and they brag about Huo Wu to the sky.

"Okay, I'll ask him to understand how to write my Huo character." Huo Wu said as he rushed in front of the young man.

Huo Wu has learned systematic fist and foot kung fu from the dart master for several years, and he is naturally not as good as those fancy fists and embroidered legs outside. In the entire patrol camp, he can also be regarded as a leader, one can still have the upper hand in a fight with a few people, and he suddenly became the leader of the patrol camp.

The young man didn't move, only shook the ink bamboo paper fan in his hand, and the paper fan opened, bringing out a trace of fierce wind.

"Hey, you're got a good fan!"

Huo Wu is also a knowledgeable person, and he immediately saw the difference in this fan.