Opposite the rice noodle shop is a residential area, most of them are bungalows, densely packed, at the moment there are many people around the entrance of the alley, all of them are young students, wearing green military uniforms, pinned red badges, wearing red armbands, the immature face is no longer innocent, but full of miserliness. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The other residents watched from afar, their faces full of panic, and from time to time there were a few sighs, but none of them dared to come forward.

Surrounded by the students is a pile of books and ancient paintings, all of which are thread-bound books, looking at the appearance of those books, the year is not too short, not less than a hundred years, the paper is yellowed, and there are a few places that have been eaten by insects, in addition, these books are not even a little wrinkled, you can imagine how much the owner of the book loves them.

It's just that these ancient books with a long history are swallowed up by the merciless flames at this moment, the blue flames are like a wave, and they sweep the calligraphy and paintings little by little, and the pale yellow pages instantly turn gray, and the light wind blows, and the ashes are blown away by the wind, like fragrant ash, flying in the air, until they fall into the dust.

"My book!"

An old man with a clear face and gray hair was so anxious that he almost rushed forward to put out the fire, but wisps of blood broke out in his eyes, and soon his thin face was covered with a bit of hideousness.

"Dad, please stop making trouble, don't think about yourself, but also think about the children, I beg you!"

A middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses dragged the old man hard, begging him with a hoarse voice.

The old man's body paused, slowly turned his head, and saw the little granddaughter next to him who was trembling with fear, and the grandson with a resentful face who was dragged by his daughter-in-law to prevent him from rushing forward, his heart was like a thousand knives rolling, and each knife was gnawing at his heart!

'Poof!'

The old man's eyes went dark, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the whole person fell straight down.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

The middle-aged man with glasses held the old man and screamed in fright, but the old man did not react, his eyes were closed, his face was like gold paper, and he looked like he was not very good.

"Grandpa!"

The boy and girl next to him also pounced, crying and crying, the boy was at most as old as Han Sili, although he was young, but he was extremely bloody, he wiped his tears, and suddenly rushed towards the students.

"You bad people, you pay my grandfather!"

The boy was like a little leopard, so fast that he knocked the nearest female student to the ground and fell to the ground, and the female student was so angry that she got up and grabbed the boy and beat him, and several male students next to him probably wanted to be courteous, and also came to beat the boy, punching and kicking.

Poor boy, who was only seven or eight years old, could not afford to be beaten by these fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys, and in a short time his head broke and bled out.

"Don't hit the child, please, hit me, don't hit my child!"

The middle-aged woman rushed forward to save her son, but was stopped by another group of students, and the middle-aged woman had to watch her son being beaten, so anxious that she couldn't stop kowtowing to these students, and her head was bleeding, but these teenagers were as indifferent as if they were hard-hearted.

The middle-aged man also wanted to save the child, but he alone could not beat such a half-grown teenager, and after a while, he was also beaten with a blue nose and swollen face, and the family looked really pitiful, and the residents in the distance all showed sympathy, but no one dared to step forward and stretch out a hand.

Han Siwu was filled with righteous indignation, his black and thin face was full of indignation, and he said angrily: "So many people are bullying the elderly and children, it's really lawless!" ”

After speaking, he rolled up his sleeves and wanted to step forward to stop it, and Han Sigui next to him also wanted to go up, the most unsightly thing for people who practice martial arts is to bully the few with the crowd, and bully the weak with the strong, how can they not care when they see it!

"Stop!"

Han Dewei drank them, his expression was very serious, different from his usual grinning face.

"Uncle Fifteen, if you don't go again, that little guy will be beaten to death!" Han Siwu was anxious.

Zhu Siya was also very angry, Shi Guangshan was born as a disciple of a Shaolin layman, and she paid more attention to chivalrous ways, although she only stayed by Shi Guangshan's side for two months, but this chivalrous spirit was kept in mind.

At this moment, seeing that Han De wanted to stop Han Siwu from saving people, he couldn't help but get angry: "You don't want to save yourself, what are you stopping us for?" Coward! ”

Shen Jiao and Han Defu have been teaching this girl to read and write recently, although learning culture is not as quick as learning martial arts, they still remember a lot of words, and cowards are one of them.

Han Dewei snorted disdainfully, picked up some small pebbles on the ground, and whispered to them: "You guys have a fart for rushing up like this?" If you don't do it well, you will cause trouble for the village, and you will be able to teach people like this! ”

After saying that, his hand shook slightly, and a stone farted at the schoolgirl who beat the hardest at him very quickly. The strand bounced over.

"Ouch, who shot me with a slingshot?"

Schoolgirl holding fart. He jumped up and searched around, but he didn't even see a ghost, and he was so angry that he scolded that he spoke Mandarin, but he was not a local.

Han Dexing and Han Defu also picked up a lot of small stones, the two hid in the shadows, popping up a small stone from time to time, Han Sigui and Han Siwu also did the same, walked to another place and picked up the stone bullet.

The children of the Han family, both men and women, have to practice since childhood, there are many rocks in the village, and they can practice anytime and anywhere.

For a while, more than a dozen students in front of them were like the dancing gods, chickens and dogs jumping, and there were several big bags on their faces, which was really relieving to watch.

Zhu Siya and Shen Jiaoju both saw that their eyes were hot, but they didn't know how to throw stones, so they had to watch Han Defu and them show their skills.

The group of students also understood at this moment that there was a master secretly making a move, remembering the legend of the people of Huaxin County who had heard before, they couldn't help but be afraid, and then looked at the calligraphy and paintings on the ground that were almost burned, and more than a dozen people left in a hurry.

After the students left, the residents in the distance dared to step forward and help the middle-aged man carry the unconscious old man and the boy with a bleeding head to the house.

Qi Huamin stood beside Shen Jiao and suddenly said: "This old man is angry and hurts his heart, I'm afraid that he will be more than lucky!" ”

Zhu Siya worried: "It's really pitiful, and I don't know if I can survive it?" ”

Qi Huarong frowned slightly, with a look of pity: "This old man is very injured, even if he survives, if he is not supported by medicine, his life will be greatly damaged, and that boy, I don't know if he has internal injuries, it's really pitiful!" ”

"If you really pity that family, send some medicine over, don't just know what you say." Handfu choked.

Qi Huarong was not angry, and said with a smile: "My brother and I have this intention, it just so happens that we also have some wound medicine on our bodies, and we will send it to their family after a while, but it's a pity that we only have wound medicine, if only someone ginseng Yang Rong Pill would be fine, that old man's body is too weak, and he can use ginseng to raise Rong Pill to make up for his body." ”

"By the way, Sister Shen, I remember that your family's Jimin Hall's ginseng raising pill is very famous!" Qi Huarong looked at Shen Jiao with a smile.