Don't fight, don't fight, don't fight

You kid still turned against you, and you still dare to hide.

In the town guard mansion, Wang grabbed Ma Qing's ears all the way and dragged him to the small hall in the backyard.

Ma Qing covered his ears with his hands and knelt honestly. Wang shook the stool in the hall for a while, waved the feather duster, and then went to carry a large porcelain bottle, all of which felt inadequate. Then he went out of the hall to get the mace on the weapon rack, and the little girl on the side hurriedly dissuaded him when he saw this: I can't help it, so that this one will die.

Ma Qingzheng wanted to secretly thank this little girl, but saw that she intimately handed Wang a solid wooden stick the thickness of a fist.

Wang laughed a few times outside the hall and said, Yu'er knows what I mean. Then he waved his stick and felt that it was very good.

Ma Qing was shocked when he heard it in the room, and desperately glanced at Ding Jia in front of him. That Ding Jia was also smart, and quietly slipped out and went straight to the front yard.

Wang patted the stick, half of his lips grinned, and Quan Dang smiled.

Say, what's wrong?

Ma Qing felt a little difficult to say to his mother: the widow is sick, and the widow is lustful.

Outside, stay, prostitute, prostitute, just, outside, stay, prostitute, prostitute, you, also, widow, person. Wang Shi was angry, and waved a stick at Ma Qing's back every time, and then scolded, You can only get out of bed after half a month of cultivation, and you dare to sleep in the Qinglou on the second day when you can move, you are still a widow, a widow. You're still a widow, if you don't give me a grandchild, I'll rip off your goods right now and make people a ramp.

Ma Qing cried out and wailed: It hurts, it hurts. has the strength to shout, naturally the strength on this stick is still measured, but Ma Qing has just recovered from his serious illness and still suffered a lot.

In the midst of the shouting, Ma Kuo pushed the door and entered, and behind him stood the Ding Jia who reported the news.

The second uncle saves me, and the second uncle saves me.

Also, dare, top, mouth

These four sticks were beaten crisply, Ma Kuoquan didn't see anything but went to persuade the Wang family: Sister-in-law, don't be angry, Qing'er wants to educate. But not in a hurry.

Wang's hands were sour, so he sat down and thought about it for a while, and said: Find him a wife.

Ma Qing was overjoyed when he heard this. As soon as he saw Ma Qing's face, Wang gritted his teeth and said angrily:

It's cheap, so let's find him a teacher.

Unexpectedly, these words received Ma Kuo's heart, and he immediately responded: I also have this intention. What do you think of Bai Bongchang?

It turned out that Ma Kuo had long intended to let Bai Yougui guide Ma Qing's practice. Ma Qing's cultivation is a side-of-the-way street, his martial arts practice relies on going out to pick quarrels and provoke trouble since he was a child, and his muscles and bones are practiced by the Wang family's good fights every three or five times. The least favorite thing is the carving of the rules and regulations, and the guns and bows handed down by the family are very shallow. And Ma Kuo values the inheritance of family learning the most, he has little leisure time, so he estimates that he will find a teacher to sharpen his temperament first, and his temperament will be stable, and then he can get twice the result with half the effort. Bai Fengchang's realm Ma Kuo couldn't even ask himself, it must be no problem to clean up this kid. On the other hand, Ma Kuo has always wanted to express the favor of Ma Qing's serious injury, and he has to rely on Fengchang for his duties. But in the officialdom, if you are humble, you are ashamed, and if you are prosperous, you are close, and it is not appropriate for you to come forward. In public and private, it is only appropriate for Ma Qing to take this bridge. As soon as he heard Wang's statement, Ma Kuo was very vigilant and recommended the candidate.

Ma Qing, who was kneeling on the ground, spun around his mind and blurted out: Is that the fat man?

Yes, that, one, fat, son

I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong, don't fight, don't fight.

Wrong, wrong, wrong, Wang rested for a while and said: What's wrong.

Ma Qing was most afraid of this problem, and he couldn't say a word.

Ma Qing knelt on the ground, in a very bad mood. How majestic it used to be, how bad the mood is now.

Although he was born in a wild way, Ma Qing fought all the way out, and even entered the realm of knowledge. As Ma Qing grew older and his status grew, fewer and fewer people dared to fight him, and the elders in the battalion also took good care of him, and they did not complain when he got into trouble. In the past few years, he has almost traveled sideways on the road of Qingjiang, and his life has been extremely casual. However, Ma Qing's talent for trouble is against the sky, and he is not thinking about secretly being a little lady, or he is going to sneak out of the city to provoke some beasts and demons, so over time, all kinds of tricks have been piled up, and over the years, whether it is a real skill or a fake trick, no one in the young generation of Qingjiang can beat him.

Even if Ma Kuo always said that he was flashy.

Ma Qing didn't believe it, and talked about his various means, but no one appreciated it.

Wang didn't say anything, he still played all the way, asking what was wrong while fighting.

But in the first battle of the snowy night, counting the two moves of the sneak attack, he almost lost his life within three combinations. That's just it, because maybe that white mist is an unborn senior, and if you lose, you will lose. The most infuriating shot that he risked his life was easily and skillfully broken by Li Wuxiong. As soon as I think of this, I feel very bad, and when I am in a bad mood, I want to go to "I don't know the building".

I don't know if the building is a green building, not the only one in Qingjiang City, nor the best one, but Ma Qing loves to go. It's also strange to think about, this side of the city, although there is no shortage of products, but it is not rich, but it has its own wall, and there is this smoke willow lane. I have to say that food color is indeed sex. But after all, Ma Qing is less than twenty years old, and he has no heirs, no matter how "sexual" he is, he still begs for beating when he stays in the Qinglou all day long.

Ma Qing has been beaten for more than an hour, and the more he beats, the worse his mood becomes. So I came up with an idea, it was better to pretend to be a teacher and go out of the city to practice. If you don't find the Li Mansion and fight with that male again. No, no, leaving the old lady is the top priority, otherwise no matter if you go out of the city or find Li Wuxiong, you will have to break her leg first. When you think about it, having a teacher is a must. That fat man has some skills, and he has a great kindness to himself, so it doesn't hurt to kowtow.

Ma Qing said loudly: I am willing to bind, kneel three times and knock nine times, and worship Bai Fengchang as a teacher.

Shubei (Xiu) refers to cured meat, which refers to the worship of the teacher. The sage said, "I have not tasted anything without instructions." It means that when the saints receive the ceremony, they will teach their students. Kneeling three times is a great gift in apprenticeship. After the prostration, it means that the teacher can do the parental responsibility, take full responsibility for the student's daily life, decide whether the student can return home without bathing, and even refuse to be visited by the parents. After saluting, Ma Qing went to Bai Yougui's house justifiably, and he didn't have to be beaten by his mother. Xiao Jiujiu calculated very well.

Hearing his statement, Ma Kuo and Wang were both stunned, and then overjoyed, this kid actually took the initiative to ask for a teacher.

Ma Kuo was serious, first went to stab a famous post, and visited Bai Yougui.

Wang's heart was anxious, and he immediately went to buy a teacher's ceremony.