Since I was going to take in this worldly master, I looked up and down for a while, and felt that this guy's dress was too shabby, and this hairstyle was too killing Matt.

I'm an image-conscious person, and who would dare to come in and buy something when he sits in front of my store dressed like this.

So I kindly took out 500 yuan, handed it to Feng Qingyang and said, "In this way, I'll lend you some money first, you can find a hair salon to cut your hair, and then buy decent clothes and shoes." ”

Before I could finish speaking, Feng Qingyang snatched the money over, but he was very happy: "Brother Xiaoma, you are really righteous, you can do it, I'll go find a hair salon to solve my physiological problems now, see you later!" ”

Feng Qingyang held the money and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Judging from this guy's obscene expression, what does it mean to solve physiological problems?

So I hurriedly followed, trying to stop him and ask, but unexpectedly, the guy ran faster than a rabbit.

I chased after him for a long time before I saw his back.

I didn't dare to disturb Feng Qingyang, I just followed silently, this guy really walked into a hair salon.

However, the hair salon's lights are pink and it seems that there is more to it than just a haircut......

Fuck, Feng Qingyang, you personal scum, actually took the money I spent on frugality and came here to do big health care?!

I got angry, picked up a brick from the ground, and prepared to go to the hair salon to arrest someone.

But I didn't expect that within five minutes of Feng Qingyang's entry, he actually came out in a gloomy manner.

So fast, is this the legendary "fast gunner"?

Not only did Feng Qingyang come out alone, but there were also a few gangsters behind him.

The little thugs with dyed hair of all colors, carrying the collar of their clothes and pushing and shoving, I was quite far away, and I couldn't hear what they were arguing about.

How could this Feng Qingyang fight with these gangsters?!

Those little gangsters were all fifteen or sixteen years old, and when I saw them, I knew them all.

There's a little yellow hair in it.,It's the leader.,It's a good mix in the neighborhood.,Before I went to my store to collect protection money.,I didn't graduate from junior high school and dared to learn the old boy.,I kicked it out.。

It's just a few gangsters, and I don't even pay attention to cowards like me, so I don't have any worries about Feng Qingyang at all, but I am very excited to see this excitement.

I want to see how capable this worldly master can be, and how to kill these little gangsters in seconds.

However, the outcome of the matter was extremely disappointing to me.

Originally, I valued and favored the heroic Feng Qingyang, far from being a martial arts master like in my mind, but in the blink of an eye, he had been pushed to the ground by a few thugs, punched and kicked, and was beaten miserably.

Those boys are not yet eighteen years old, and their hands are not light or heavy, if I don't make a move, I'm afraid Feng Qingyang will have three long and two short.

There's no way, I'm a scholar, I don't like to be rude, and I have to make an exception today.

I picked up the half of the brick that I had thrown at my feet, ran across the street, and shouted, "Stop it!! ”

The thugs also recognized me, and Little Yellow Mao stood up, pointed at me and said, "You don't care about this, it's because this grandson is a hooligan......

I looked at the bricks in my hand and asked, "What's the hooligan up to him?" ”

Xiao Huangmao said: "I went to that hair salon to collect protection money, and he kept staring at my horse......"

I asked, "Who are you?" ”

Little Yellow Fur pulled a girl from the crowd, and this girl combed an unlucky exploding head, but her face was really good, and she wore little, showing a pair of long legs, and her navel was not covered.

Suddenly, I was a little bottomless.

Could it be that this is how it happened?

Xiao Huangmao took his little brother to the hair salon to collect protection money, and Feng Qingyang also happened to enter the hair salon to do big health care.

As a result, Feng Qingyang thought that the little yellow-haired Ma Zi was a massage girl, and he chose the wrong object, which angered this group of gangsters......

Now that I have jumped out to help the fist, I can only ask stubbornly: "Who is that, how did he play hooligan, you tell me!" ”

Little Yellow Fur said: "As soon as he came in, he stared at my horse, from head to foot, and from foot to head......"

I asked, "What about the others?" ”

Xiao Huangmao opened his mouth, after all, he was still a child: "There is nothing else, just look, this makes me very unhappy, I have to beat him......"

Now I finally have the confidence: "Just look at it, whether she is a short piece of skin, or a little piece of meat, I also read it, what should I do?" ”

These little gangsters, maybe they just want to bully and bully people, and when they see Feng Qingyang looking like a hillbilly who has never seen the world, they will bully him, but when they meet me, these children don't want to make a big deal out of it, so they disperse one after another.

In the end, the little yellow hair said to me viciously: "We know each other, I will give you a face, don't let me see him in the future!" ”

After the people left, I immediately threw bricks to help Feng Qingyang.

The face of this worldly master was flat on the concrete floor, and I finally pulled him up.

Looking at Feng Qingyang's dignity at this time, I almost burst out laughing.

I saw this jade-faced little flying bear, his face was covered in mud, his nose was flattened, and he shed a lot of blood, which can be described as extremely tragic.

"Oh, I'll go, master, my whole face is beaten into a pig's head, do you need to be sent to the hospital?"

"Skin trauma, little meaning." Feng Qingyang waved his hand and spat out a mouthful of blood foam from his mouth.

"You're not quite a bull, why don't you fight back, why are you like this?"

Feng Qingyang pushed me away, stood up and dusted off the dirt on his body, wiped the blood on his face, leaned down, and picked up half a pack of cigarettes, probably dropped when those thugs were fighting.

Smoking out a cigarette and holding it in his mouth, Feng Qingyang raised his head, and said lightly: "A few children, how can I bear to hurt people, we who learn the Tao must always have a compassionate heart?" ”

Such an explanation, such a pretense, I am speechless.

I finally knew that this master was not only lustful, but also very cowardly, not only cowardly, but also unwilling to admit that he was a braggart ancestor, a pretending holy hand.

Back in the antique shop, Feng Qingyang, who was beaten up by a few thugs, seemed to be a lot calmer, maybe the beating was also a kind of venting, the physiological needs were satisfied, and the inner restlessness was gone.

After coming back, Feng Qingyang didn't say a word, squatting at the door alone to smoke, and I didn't dare to approach him.

Because at this time, his eyes were very desolate, lonely and helpless, looking at the dark and gloomy sky, like an old and decrepit old wolf king who had been driven out by wolves.

After smoking all the half-pack of cigarettes he picked up, Feng Qingyang sat quietly on the sofa downstairs, cross-legged, his eyes closed, and seemed to start meditating.

I saw that he was too abnormal and calm, and I didn't dare to provoke him, so I ran upstairs alone, washed and slept.