Zhou Zhenghong was anxious in his heart, and his mouth was like a river.

"What's wrong? Is it ......" Ling'er said as she took out a note and handed it to Zhou Zhenghong.

"I know what questions you want to ask, but can you tell me what secrets are on this piece of paper?" Zhou Zhenghong asked with a smile.

"I don't know!" Ling'er replied.

When asked this, he found that something was inappropriate, so he said, "Ling, I'm too anxious, do you know anything?" Say it all! ”

"Young master, don't worry, uncle, he doesn't agree?" Ling'er said to Zhou Zhenghong without raising her head, "You know what? I've been waiting for him. ”

Zhou Zhenghong hurriedly asked, "What's the matter?" ”

Ling'er replied, "I want to read Zhou Zhenghong's composition!" ”

Zhou Zhenghong nodded in agreement.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Zhenghong asked.

"What should I do?" Ling'er learned which question Zhou Zhenghong was most concerned about, and answered it before her.

"Well, it's okay to disagree!" Grandpa's voice echoed in the room.

Zhou Zhenghong breathed a sigh of relief, popped a cigarette from the pillow, and took a puff into his nose: "I'm a good student!" ”

Grandpa Shi smiled: "Your grades are not bad." ”

Zhou Zhenghong breathed a sigh of relief.

"Not satisfied?" Grandpa Shi asked.

Zhou Zhenghong was relieved, but when he thought about it, he became nervous: "That Shi Yifei made it difficult for uncle, didn't he?" With your own temper, I'm afraid it's not so easy to stop. ”

Ling'er shook her head and said, "Uncle didn't shirk, just said that it would be good to think about it for a few days." ”

When Zhou Zhenghong heard this answer, he felt another pang in his heart.

In the past six months, when a villain came to the door, it was not the first time that my uncle Tianrushan had used this kind of delaying method.

But he would always drag it away before I could react, and wouldn't give up until the end.

This annoyed me so much, but I couldn't refuse his request, so I had to say: Okay! You can't help it anyway, so give it a try!

But at the end of the day, most of them still refused to give up, at least they had to let each other peel off a layer of oil.

And now, can't my sister escape this fate?

Zhou Zhenghong was angry and anxious in his heart, his hands were unconsciously clenched into fists, and his nails were deeply pinched into flesh, but he was like a world away, just shouting in his heart: "Impossible!" My sister must not marry this bastard! ”

Although he is a human being in two lives, there has never been a moment when Zhou Zhenghong hated his weakness like today, let alone hated his early laziness like today.

After a little relaxation, Zhou Zhenghong asked again: "What will I do in the future?" Shi Yifei agreed to a grace period of a few days? ”

"No, he didn't say he agreed, he just said that he would come back in three days, and then he ......" Ling'er hesitated before saying: "He also said, the eldest young master, you are dizzy, it is considered lucky, but you speak ill of him, this matter is not over, in three days, I will solve it together!" ”

"Three days?" Zhou Zhenghong couldn't help but smile bitterly.

According to the martial folk customs of Dashun, the so-called solution to this insulting and hurtful thing is nothing more than a final duel between the two sides, so as to shame the abused side.

And if the strength of the scolded party is very weak and can't beat the other party, then in the eyes of Dashun people, it is deserved, who makes himself inferior to others?

Unfortunately, Zhou Zhenghong's opponent Shi Yifei heard that he had taken a crucial step half a year ago, crossing the martial arts stage and becoming an extremely powerful black iron warrior.

Among the martial artists in the world, according to the realm of martial arts cultivation, the lowest is Wusheng, followed by Black Iron Samurai, Bronze Samurai, Silver Samurai, Golden Samurai, Wuhao, Wuzong, Wuhuang, and Wusheng.

There are four different levels: the first level is "Martial Saint", the so-called saint, the second level is "Martial God", the third level is "Martial Immortal", and the fourth level is "Martial Idiot".

It is a process of gradually rising from low to high. Step by step, step by step, level by level, constantly improve, each field, is also divided into ten levels from high to low.

Every time a warrior ascends to a realm, his strength has a qualitative leap.

If you are an ordinary martial arts enthusiast, then in the process of learning and practicing, you can choose your favorite type of boxing and do some more basic exercises.

However, it is not easy to truly become an excellent martial arts scholar, first of all, the basic skills are solid. Secondly, it is still skilled, which is difficult! It's hard! It's harder! Not easy!

Among the martial artists in the world, although a black iron warrior cannot be regarded as a master, he definitely has an absolute advantage over the martial arts at the entry stage.

Even if Shi Yifei didn't make any progress in the past six months, he was still the lowest-level Black Iron Warrior, then it was still not only Zhou Zhenghong, who was a mere third-order martial arts force, could match him now.

What's more, Zhou Zhenghong was slapped before, but it was not light at all, he just drank the medicine with half of his body, and the pain in his chest was unbearable, and after three days, it was still unknown whether he could heal this injury, not to mention starting with a black iron warrior who was much stronger than himself.

When the bad news came, Zhou Zhenghong suddenly thought of a worse possibility, and hurriedly asked: "Ling'er!" How long have I been in a coma? Isn't it the third day? ”

"No, no, no, not for that long." Ling'er said to me, "I know he's seriously ill, but he's not getting better!" ……”

Her eyes were shining with tears.

"Then why don't you call someone to find him?" I asked.

"He's not at home." Ling'er said.

Ling'er said in a panic: "The young master was in a coma for about three hours, and after the villain left, the uncle asked Imperial Doctor Luo to treat your injuries. The prescription prescribed by Imperial Doctor Luo, I went out to grab the medicine and eat it, and as soon as it was fried, the young master woke up. ”

Finally, he still couldn't answer, Zhou Zhenghong breathed a sigh of relief, and asked again: "Where is that sister?" Did you come back? ”

"She still hasn't come back, yes, I just heard from the third uncle that I told the young lady to go to the countryside to hide." Ling'er came out of the house and saw her mother busy stir-frying vegetables in the kitchen.

"Then go check it out." Mother smiled, "We are all countrymen. ”

"I knew you were a boisterous person!" Ling'er pulled her mother out the door.

"Why?" Mother asked.

"What's there?" Ling'er answered.

Listening to the good news again, Zhou Zhenghong's mind was a little more relaxed, but he was still overjoyed.

Even if the uncle agreed to ask his sister to take refuge, it would still be a palliative and expedient move. If the Shi family really wants to keep an eye on this matter, with the power of Shi Yi, the head of the household department, where can my sister hide?

Moreover, once this behavior annoys the teacher's family, whether it is the heavenly family or the sister herself, the ending may be even more tragic.

Of course, if it is possible on the front line, Zhou Zhenghong might as well take his sister out of a certain Beijing to avoid it, so it is better to sit and wait for death.