I only heard Nie Qingniang snort coldly again, and said slowly: "Listen to my mother-in-law, the royal etiquette has not been taught to you yet." This time, you will learn the royal etiquette well, which can be regarded as the wish of your mother-in-law, killing two birds with one stone. Do you have any objections to this?"

"Uh...... Well, Yi Yun has no objection. ”

Zhang Teng had no choice but to obey his orders and accept the punishment honestly.

After that, his whole person wilted a lot like a frosted eggplant.

Obviously, Nie Qingniang knows very well how to manage students in a targeted manner. For a guy like Zhang Teng, she naturally can't use ordinary punishment methods, and needs special treatment.

Because Nie Qingniang knew that Zhang Teng was most afraid of Mother-in-law Duoli's nagging, she asked him to learn etiquette from Mother-in-law Duoli. plans to hand Zhang Teng over to Mother-in-law Duoli to teach him a good lesson and cure him, so that he will not dare to skip school for no reason.

In fact, if Zhang Teng has something important, he asks for leave in advance, and it is nothing to miss her class for a day or two. The point is that he suddenly absent from class without saying a word, and he couldn't disappear for several days, making her think that something had happened to him, and she couldn't help but be a little worried.

After all, in Suining Town, Zhang Teng has the closest relationship with them, although he does not have the name of master and apprentice, but he has the reality of master and apprentice, and he often comes and goes. Therefore, their attitude towards Zhang Teng is naturally different from others.

Today, because Zhang Teng still didn't come, Nie Qingniang waited until the afternoon, and finally couldn't sit still.

She put on a hood, changed her clothes, and prepared to go out to inquire about Zhang Teng's news. Unexpectedly, at this moment, Hou Zhang Teng suddenly came again, and almost collided with her, which made her both happy and annoyed, and didn't give him a good face at the moment.

Having said that, now Nie Qingniang saw that Zhang Teng was reprimanded by her, languishing, looking weak, and the previous depression was swept away, and she couldn't help but feel happy and greatly relieved.

Although she still looks stern like frost now, her watery eyes already have a smile.

Of course, she hid that smile very deeply, and through the veil, Zhang Teng naturally didn't notice it.

I saw Nie Qingniang nodding and said, "Okay, that's it." It's getting late, so we can't afford to leave today's lesson behind. Yiyun, you have to study hard, be serious, and keep the knowledge I taught in mind. I'll check it another day, and if you don't qualify, when you're done learning the royal etiquette, I'll let my mother-in-law teach you more complicated ancient rituals!"

Isn't that fatal?

When Zhang Teng heard this, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart, and hurriedly sat upright, not daring to slack off at all.

Seeing this, Nie Qingniang nodded with satisfaction and began to teach Zhang Teng.

On this day, Zhang Teng learned the rhythm of music for an hour more than usual, and he didn't go back until it was almost dark. It's not that Nie Qingniang forced him to stay, but that he asked for more in order to keep up with the original progress.

It was night, the moon and stars were scarce, the breeze was blowing, and it was comfortable and pleasant.

The bamboo courtyard was brightly lit, and a figure in the window suddenly shook and slowly fell.

Inside the house, Zhang Teng was stretching out his limbs and lying lazily on the bed, looking tired.

He took a deep breath, then looked at the roof with empty eyes, and complained: "Ah, so tired, so tired, so tired! The most damn thing is that I have to learn royal etiquette from my mother-in-law, alas, learning etiquette is worse and worse than learning music and rhythm. I don't know what they think, I'm a country boy, why do I learn things that don't work. Forget it, they like me to learn, I'll learn, and they'll be happy. ”

At this time, Zhang Teng suddenly seemed to remember something. He stood up with a carp, sat upright on the bed, picked up a bamboo knife beside him, slashed it in the air a few times, and lay down again.

He continued to look at the roof and said to himself: "The bamboo knife is still too light, and it's okay to use it to study knife techniques, but if you really want to practice knife skills, it's better to use real knives." Well, tomorrow I will go to Master Mo to get some refined iron and forge a knife for myself. Well, it looks like I'm going to get busier! Forget it, be busy, I'm born to be busy! However, I have to go to Master Mo anyway. Mo Qiong, this kid, he gave me a cheat book on knife techniques. After I learned it, I had to find time to teach him after all. It's rare for him to trust me so much, and I, Zhang Teng, can't swallow the cheats alone and lose my trust in him. Alas, trouble, trouble, but most of the meaningful things in the world are troublesome. That's it. ”

Zhang Teng thought about it like this, and finally fell asleep deeply.

Early in the morning of the second day, Zhang Teng went to Suining Town again after practicing his sword technique.

When he got there, he found that Suining Town seemed to be a little too quiet.

There were many fewer pedestrians on the streets than usual, and many of them were in a hurry, and the atmosphere was a little strange. What surprised him even more was that there were many more people in the town who were wrapped in white cloths and wore linen and filial piety, especially the elderly, women, girls and children. Most of them looked gloomy, and the tears were not dry, which added a sense of gloomy and gloomy silence to the streets.

Zhang Teng had a question in his heart: "Looking at the clothes of those people, it seems that they are doing a funeral, and it seems that many people have died." What the hell has happened these days?"

He walked a little further into the town, and when he passed a pharmacy, he saw that the pharmacy was overcrowded, and among the people who came to grab the medicine, there were many injured young men with hemostatic cloths tied to their bodies. Most of the people looked like villagers who had practiced martial arts, and most of them were silent, buying almost all of them medicine to heal their wounds.

When Zhang Teng saw this, he secretly wondered in his heart: "Could it be that there is a dispute between villages in Suining Town? An all-martial arts drama of group fights between villages has been staged, and there have been deaths?"

At this time, he looked at the medical hall not far in front of him, and found that many villagers had gathered outside the door of the medical center, and they were standing, sitting, or lying, almost filling a section of the street. All of them were wounded and covered in blood, and they looked quite scary.

The apprentices of the infirmary, walking around the crowd, asking, shouting, were barely busy.

At this moment, the crowd suddenly blocked the street surged, and only a big man's voice was heard shouting: "Get out! Who is your second uncle! Lao Tzu has no money, if he says that he has no money, he will have no money, if you don't get out, Lao Tzu will kill you little rabbit cub!"

A small child's hoarse cry sounded: "Woo...... Second uncle, you are doing well, please. Give me a little money, save my mother, my father is gone, and my mother is dying. Woohoo......"

I heard the voice of the big man from before shouting: "Get out!" Lao Tzu said that he had no money, and he was still pestering Lao Tzu, you little bastard who owed a beating! I saw that Lao Tzu didn't kill you! I wanted money, I wanted money, I wanted money, Lao Tzu gave you money, gave you money, gave you money!"

"Second uncle, don't beat my brother, stop beating my brother! woo woo......"

The cry of a weak little girl came out, and her voice was hoarse and exhausted, which made people cry when they heard it.

The big man's voice kept scolding, shouting: "Do you want money, it's not enough, Lao Tzu will give it again! Little rabbit cub, listen, if you pester Lao Tzu again, Lao Tzu will break your hands and feet, tie them up and throw them into the wild forest to feed the wolves!"

Zhang Teng frowned, and subconsciously quickened his pace and stepped forward, squeezing through the crowd to see what was going on.

A very infuriating scene is unfolding in front of me.

I saw a middle-aged man with a thick plush chest and a frank plush chest, mercilessly punching and kicking a seven or eight-year-old child on the ground. The child's face was bruised and swollen, covered in blood, and his thin body was curled up in a ball with his head in his arms, which was really miserable.

Next to her, a little girl of five or six years old with an unkempt face. Sitting on the ground at the moment, she watched the seven or eight-year-old children being beaten, and wanted to step forward, but she didn't dare, she could only cry and scream, pitiful and helpless.

However, most of the people around him looked indifferent and turned a blind eye. Even if one or two people showed unbearable expressions, they just turned their heads away and pretended not to see them.

When Zhang Teng saw all this, his face suddenly became gloomy.

Without saying a word, he strode forward, grabbed the middle-aged man's wrist, twisted and dislocated it with a click, and then swept the other party to the ground. Finally, he made up for it and kicked it the opponent's stomach, kicking the middle-aged man far away.

"You...... You...... Not...... Oops...... It's mine...... My tummy ...... Oops...... Oops......"

The middle-aged man held his stomach with one hand and weakly supported the ground with his arm with the other. He was angry and afraid, sweating profusely and looking at Zhang Teng, with a painful look on his face, and he wanted to speak but could only let out bursts of screams and moans.

Zhang Teng helped the child curled up on the ground and said with concern: "Little brother, how are you hurt? ”

The boy wept and cried, but he could not care about the pain in his body, and pleaded, "Woo...... Kind big brother, I beg you, you help us, save my mother, woo woo......"

While crying, he wanted to kneel down for Zhang Teng.

Zhang Teng stopped him, patted him lightly on the shoulder, and comforted him softly: "Little brother, don't cry first, don't cry first, you tell me well, I will definitely help you." And you, little sister, don't cry, hurry up from the ground, it's okay, it's okay, don't cry, good. ”

As he spoke, he turned his gaze to the little girl to the side and pulled her up from the ground.

So, in the crying and intermittent narration of the two brothers and sisters, Zhang Teng roughly understood the ins and outs of the whole thing.

It turned out that a while ago, Chen Cun gathered the strength of the whole village and tried to kill the demon tiger who caused trouble. Unexpectedly, something went wrong, and he fell short, sacrificing a lot of the village's elites, and letting the injured demon tiger escape.

Since then, the third-level demon tiger has a grudge against Chen Village, and the tiger trouble has become more and more intense.

It not only attacked Xiwu villagers, but also ordinary villagers.

This demon tiger is extremely cunning and tyrannical, repeatedly attacking Chen Village, the villagers not only failed to kill the demon tiger, but added a lot of casualties, almost sixty percent of the village's family members were killed by the demon tiger. What's even more hateful is that the three major villages neither pay attention to it, nor do the neighboring villages of Chen Village come to help.

That's fine.

However, to the despair of the villagers, they had to flee to other villages, and when they tried to hide in other villages, they were not accepted by other villages, but were ruthlessly driven away by the local villagers. There were also people who planned to live in the wilderness, but the mountains and forests were dense, there were many wild beasts, and snakes, insects, rats and ants were rampant, they were either sick or poisoned, and even attacked by wild beasts, and they couldn't stay at all.

Eventually, they had to flee back to Chen.

And such a life of running back and forth, trembling and frightened, finally made the villagers of Chen Village collapse.

Last night, they first killed each other, and then took revenge on the surrounding villages, causing large-scale armed fights between villages, and even vendettas. As a result, almost eighty percent of the villagers in Chen Village disappeared, and the rest of the people were old, weak, sick and disabled, women, children and children.