The scoundrels burst into laughter, and everyone expected that Li Mao would not dare to wield a knife.

Li Mao took a step back and sneered: "A pickled dog head, Hugh is going to stain the master's treasure knife, if you entangle it endlessly, the master will reward you with a few big mouths, believe it or not." Wen San'er raised his head, took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and shouted, "Hard gas!" Come, hero, greet me with vigor on the face, if Lao Tzu frowns, it is not the seed of my grandmother. ”

"Smack!" With a loud slap, Wen San'er had a clear palm print on the left side of his face, and he staggered and took two steps back before he stabilized his figure.

The scoundrels were dumbfounded, and the crowd was as quiet as stagnant water.

Wen San'er wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth vigorously, laughed strangely, stretched out his other face with a smile, and said, "Come on, get a full set." ”

"Smack!" Li Mao did as he wished.

"**** your grandfather's!" Wen San'er scolded angrily, raised his hand and slammed a cannon into the sky, and smashed it towards Li Mao's nose.

Li Mao had already taken precautions, his feet were slightly wrong, he turned sideways to give up the punch, his left and right hands followed his coming, and poked lightly on the sore tendons on his elbows, Wen San'er suddenly screamed like a pig.

Seeing that his body had lost his center of gravity, Li Mao quietly stretched out his left foot......

Wen San'er tripped over a big heel and fell heavily on the bluestone slab, a tooth flying out of his mouth like a bloody bullet.

Li Mao clapped his hands and stepped aside, such humiliation was enough to make Wen San'er desperate to take revenge. Li Mao glanced at the entrance of the alley not far away, where there was a guy from the old shop of the Hu family, with his arms folded on his chest as if watching the excitement, and in the alley behind him was ambushing Wang Jian and twenty healthy soldiers, as long as Wen San'er dared to commit murder on the street, Wang Jian would immediately take people, convict him of committing murder on the street, and send Fengzhou to fill the army.

Li Mao has done everything that should be done, and now it's up to Wen San'er's performance. "Rise up and fight, boy." Li Mao called affectionately in his heart. However, what disappointed him was that Wen San'er did not fight, he lay there motionless, like a dead corpse. All the scoundrels lost their guys together, knelt in a circle around Wen San'er, and cried bitterly one by one, like mourning.

Qingmo slipped out of the inn, looked at all this in amazement, and asked Li Mao: "Good girl, is this wrong?" Can a wrestling kill someone? Li Mao sighed: "A scoundrel is a scoundrel, there is no shame, go and tell Wang Zhiya to adopt the second plan." Qingmo said: "It's okay, you have to pay more attention to yourself." ”

Li Mao called the eight men over again and told them to withdraw to the store to protect Xue Rong and his wife, and to leave nothing to do with what happened outside. Eight promised.

Li Mao pulled a stool and sat on the street, cocked Erlang's legs, and asked Wen San'er while fiddling with the horizontal knife: "Are you lying down, is Mo Kedu's first strongman lying on the ground and fighting with people, what is the difference between this and a shrew, come and come, stand up, and make two moves with the master." Wen San'er was still lying still, but the group of scoundrels stood up, pulled up sticks and hoes to surround Li Mao, although they were murderous, no one dared to step forward.

After confronting a cup of tea, the onlookers became impatient, and laughed at the scoundrels for not planting, and clamored for a fight. The scoundrels were red-faced and red-faced, and there was a commotion for a while. Li Mao saw that the time had come, so he stood up, stretched his waist, yawned, looked at Wen San'er lying on the bluestone slab and said, "The autumn weather is cold, and you will get sick if you lie down for a long time." Wen San'er should not, and Li Mao said again: "I have good words to persuade you, but if you don't listen, don't blame me for the cold." ”

After finishing speaking, he threw off his stride and left, and a scoundrel crossed the iron fork to stop Li Mao and shouted: "If you hit someone, you want to leave, it's not so cheap!" Compensate my eldest brother for the cost of the soup and medicine! ”

Li Mao shouted: "Get out!" The scoundrel took a bluff and got out of the way. Li Mao scolded Wen San'er as he walked: "Dog, there is a kind of lying on your stomach for the rest of your life, the master has no time to take care of you, and the master has gone drinking." ”

The onlookers saw that Wen San'er had suffered a loss, and they were all happy in their hearts, so they let Li Mao out.

When Li Mao walked away, the scoundrels helped Wen San'er up and asked, "What should I do, if the person is gone, will you chase it?" Wen San'er said angrily: "Straight lady thief, dare to ride on Lao Tzu's head to and pee, I think he is tired and crooked." the guy, him openly! The crowd applauded.

A few of the fast-legged ones had already brought over the weapons hidden nearby, including knives, guns, swords, staffs, crutches, and meteors. As soon as they saw that Wen San'er and the others were about to commit murder, the onlookers evacuated one after another, and hundreds of people left clean in an instant.

Wen San'er picked up his favorite weapon, the meteor hammer, gathered up everyone, and ordered: "Listen to me, if you catch me, you will beat me to death, and I will carry it if someone lives." The crowd agreed.

At this time, a street soldier rushed over, muttered a few words in Wen San'er's ear, Wen San'er was overjoyed when he heard this, and said to everyone: "This guy is drinking at Lao Zuo's house on the street corner, follow me to kill him." A group of people with guns and sticks went away in a murderous manner.

"Hahaha......" The hostess of the soup cake shop opposite the door of the Hu family's old store couldn't help but grin when she saw everyone leaving with a snort. Her husband shouted, "Fool, what are you laughing at? The woman said: "That Wen San'er made people calculate today, knocked out two teeth, but still can't help others, isn't this ridiculous?" ”

"You know a fart, this is a lot of people, he can't do it, you wait and see, that one named Li Mao can't live tonight."

"That's not necessarily, this man named Li Mao has some doorways." The woman said with a grin, a look of reverence. The back of the head was suddenly slapped by her husband: "Outsiders' affairs are less harmonious, and your face." The woman glared at her husband, washed her hands, and stood behind the table, kneading the dough, rolling it, cutting it, and underneath it.

There was a willow tree outside the soup cake shop, and under the tree stood a tall young scholar with a white face, who shook his head slightly when he saw this scene, sighed softly, and said: "Ridiculous things are not ridiculous, ridiculous. A young man in Tsing Yi next to him immediately patted his horse and flattered: "The couplet of the mountain man improvises, concise and concise, rich in the meaning of a pun, profound, high, and it is really rare to see the absolute." Admire, admire. ”

The scholar smiled slightly, lifted the folding fan in his hand and knocked it affectionately on the little guy's forehead, and shouted: "Sycophant, don't want to diverge, I asked you to come to find a hotel, you found such a messy place, you really deserve to fight." ”

The little guy rubbed his head and said aggrievedly: "This is obviously a scoundrel, who can ruthlessly let his own lady be a secret prostitute, is that still a person?" The scholar glanced at the fat woman who was busy behind the case, snorted, and said, "There is no good thing for any man in the world, what dirty things they can't do?" ”

The little guy praised: "This is true, the mountain man is twenty-eight years old, that is, he sees through the red dust with cold eyes, and this kind of cultivation is difficult to find at home and abroad in ancient and modern times." The scholar's cheeks were slightly red, and he said, "Nonsense again." I ask you when your ship will be found and when will we be able to return home. When the little guy heard this, he suddenly lost his temper, lowered his head and said softly: "It's already late autumn, and there is not a single passenger boat on the river, how can I go?" If you want me to say that there are still many months before the Chinese New Year, why do you go back so early? ”

The scholar shouted: "Oh, dare to say that you should fight!" I ask you: Do you accompany me out on a tour, or do I accompany you out to play? You're addicted to playing! The fan was about to be beaten, and the little guy suddenly shouted: "The mountain people are angry, the mountain people are angry, I have the next link: the person who should be beaten should not be beaten, he should be beaten!" After saying that it was time to fight, he suddenly reached out and flicked a finger on the scholar's head, and ran away, throwing a string of pleasant silver bells along the way.