Zeng Bai seemed to have some smiles in the corners of his eyes at this time, but there was no smile on his black face, giving people a very strange feeling, as if he was smiling but not smiling.

looked at Fan Tong: "Senior brother, your son actually knows how to be merciful, how can you say this?"

Fan Tong stared at Zeng Bai with eyebrows: "What do you mean? He will be merciful, I don't know, you came to ask me again, I think you are here to disturb my birthday today, and arranged Zeng Wen's play, what do you mean, between you and my senior brothers, do you still need to play these twists and turns?"

Zeng Bai was a little angry: "Senior brother, you have to pay attention to evidence when you speak, Zeng Wen didn't have my instructions for what he did today, but no matter what, your son will be merciful, how to say this, what you and my senior brother did back then was for this merciful palm, do you want me to talk to you about the things of the year now......

"Zeng Bai, what good is it for you to do this?" Fan Tong slapped the table, raised his eyebrows, and was very angry!

Zeng Bai looked at Fan Tong with a sneer, without fear!

Fan Tong looked at Zeng Bai for a while, sighed, and then looked at Fan Qiqi outside the door and shouted, "Qiqi, you come to my study!"

At this time, Zeng Wen's face was distorted, and he roared fiercely: "Fan Qijiao, I didn't defeat you...... I didn't beat you...... I lost Zeng Rou...... I lost everything, and last night the senior was right, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you......"

Zeng Wen was like a beast, forgetting the pain in his body and standing up!

Fan Qiqi has always felt that Zeng Wen has a problem, and he has never relaxed his attention to him!

When he was about to stand up completely, Fan Qi's fat moved!

"The third form of the mercy palm, the compassion style! Dream freely, wake up at ease, see the Buddha with bare fists and feet!"

I saw that Fan Qiqi's speed turned into an afterimage, and his whole body was raised to the limit, and his extremely fast body was distributed in the three directions of Zeng Wen, and the fist shadows flew one after another, and twenty or thirty punches exploded on Zeng Wen's body!

This move lasted for a while, Fan Qiyan stopped and stood up, Zeng Wen's body made a few crisp sounds, and the blood in his mouth spit out like a stream, dyed his clothes red, and slowly fell!

"Senior brother......" Zeng Rou rushed over, with a pair of complicated eyes, looking at Zeng Wen sadly, and looking at Fan Qiqi in confusion, because from the move just now, Zeng Rou already knew that Fan Qiqi was the mud bodhisattva Lin Junjie, and for a while, he didn't know whether to be angry or grateful to Fan Qiqi, looking at the fallen Zeng Wen, tears were like springs!

"Senior brother, come to the Fan family in three days to solve today's confusion!"

Zeng Bai's big black face was black and angry, and he came to Zeng Wen in a flash, hugged Zeng Wen, and his face changed in an instant, because he found that Zeng Wen's bones were mostly broken, and he would be almost a waste in the future!

The murderous gaze looked at Fan Qiqi deeply.

"Rou'er, let's go, hurry up and go see your senior brother!"

"Yes, Dad!"

The two left in a hurry, and when Zeng Rou went out, she glanced back at Fan Qiqi, and that glance was indescribable!

Fan Qiqi felt that the world was spinning, his eyes were dark, and he fell to the ground, and he didn't know what was going on!

The mother cried and ran over, picked up Fan Qifat, and swayed back and forth: "Child...... Don't die, don't scare your mother, your mother won't live if you're dead......"

Fan Qifang Danfan is a little conscious now, and he must complain about his mother, if you cry, you will cry, what are you shaking me for, do you still think that your son is not dizzy and painful enough!

"Master Lin, don't worry, let the little monk take a look!"

"If you don't lift the master, you must save my son!"

Master Buju smiled slightly, in fact, his eyes had already seen that he was prostration, his body was only his chest, and his shoulder was slightly injured. However, for the sake of insurance, it is still on Fan Qiqi's pulse.

"Except for the hand bones that are a little cracked because the punch is too hard, go back and take some medicine and sleep well!"

"Thank you, master!" Lin Yun breathed a sigh of relief, shouted to Hongyan to come, lifted Fan Qiqi together, returned to the attic, and Baqi also followed!

Fan Tong walked up to Master Buju at this time and smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect today's birthday to be like this, which made the master laugh!"

Don't raise the master waved his hand and smiled, how do you look at it, there is no Buddhist respect: "Don't say that, coming to the Fan family today can be said to be a worthwhile trip, and the head of the Fan family has such a son, young and good martial arts, it is really a great blessing for the martial arts of the rivers and lakes!"

"Haha, the master has lifted the child, and the seven fats don't know where they learned the weird tricks, and even I don't know!"

"Hehehe, it's very weird, I don't know, what does the head of the Fan family think. ”

Fan Tong's body tightened, stared straight at Master Buju, and said in a deep voice: "What do you think?"

Master Buju restrained his smile slightly: "I think the Fan family master knows better than me!"

Fan Tongdao's eyebrows froze again, and there was no smile on his face: "I don't know what I should know, please ask the master to make it clear!"

"Mercy Palm!"

Master Buju said three words lightly, which made Fan Tong's face change and gradually gloomy!

"Fan Qiqi is a child valued by my master, the head of the Fan family wants to educate the child, we can't control it in Jing'an Temple, please look at the face of the family teacher, don't hurt his life!"

"But the ...... The monk who is known as the Compassion Dragon Buddha?" Fan Tong exclaimed, feeling that he was a little out of shape, and immediately restrained his expression: "But that? But ......"

"Of course!"

"Okay, I won't hurt his life!" Fan Tong said in a deep voice, frowning.

"Haha, the head of the Fan family has resigned!"

Master Buju resumed his smiling appearance and said goodbye to everyone in the Fan family one by one.

Fleur looked at the red-nosed old face, smiled a little and wanted to gag, Xiumei wrinkled slightly, twisted the snake's waist, turned her face to the side, and left a bewitching back for the master of Buju!

Master Buju still smiled, and he didn't feel embarrassed, he continued to greet the Fan family, and went out the door!

Three days later, a black-faced man came into Fan Tong's study, Zeng Bai!

An hour later, I heard Fan Tong's screams in the study!

The Qin guards rushed in with people, only to see that the ground was in a mess, books were scattered all over the ground, tables and chairs were broken, and the back window was open, and there were two dirt footprints on it.

I saw Fan Tong lying on the bed dying, with a pool of blood on his chest!

Later, it was rumored that Zeng Bai secretly attacked his senior brother Fan Tong and absconded in fear of crime!

Tianyang County was shaken, Zeng Wen was as gentle as a rat crossing the street, everyone shouted and beaten, his reputation plummeted, and he was nowhere to be found!

Three days later, Fan Tong summoned Fan Qiqiu, and an hour later, Fan Tong screamed again, and the Qin guards rushed in again, and what they saw in their eyes was still the same.

The next day, it was rumored that Fan Qiqi assassinated Fan Tong and absconded in fear of crime, shaking Tianyang County!

The people of Tianyang County felt that the Fan family was going to be in chaos, Fan Tong was assassinated twice in succession, and one time turned out to be his own son.

It's really incredible!

The beggars of Tianyang County are silently weeping for our "Fan Dashan people", what a good person, how come there is a junior brother with no conscience, and a son who is like a beast!

Forget about the junior brother, the son actually did such a rebellious thing!

Overnight, Fan Qiyan's reputation was like a blowout in the toilet - it stinked for hundreds of miles, not only stinking, but also smelling and smelling unstoppable!

In a deep and dark dungeon, blurred, a simple hole one foot square, which is the window of this dungeon, gives this cell a little light.

Fan Qiqi was covered in blood, with heavy iron chains on his wrists, grabbing the bars of the cell, and roaring madly: "Fan Tong, you beast, shameless and shameless thief, you actually locked me up, I grass your uncle's second egg, I wish you not to lift it every night, the second brother has acne, hemorrhoids all over his face, squirting shit on his mouth, and he can't pull out his buttocks......"

Not far from the cell, on the earthen wall, hung an oil lamp, and under the oil lamp was a shabby square table with sumptuous food and drink!

A tall, muscular, topless guard, looking at his face is also in his fifties.

was drinking the wine depressedly, and the wine poured into it from the extremely thick red lips, and between the lips opening and closing, it made people feel a trace of blood!

Da Hong's lips took a sip of wine, and he muttered: "This kid is not tired of scolding? It's been three days, scolding every day, and scolding tricks, almost all of them are new words, and I haven't seen anyone scold people so cultured......"

The big red lips tore a big leg of mutton, glanced at Fan Qi, who was still scolding, and still whispered: "You kid, it's really tough, it's useless to beat you and scold you, I'll eat my roast mutton, you, I'm too lazy to pay attention to you, it's good that Lao Tzu can give Fan Daxia an errand anyway......"

Mei Zizi took a sip of wine, and her incomparably thick lips were moistened by the wine, and she smiled so delicately!

"Rice bucket, urine bucket, shit bucket, crazy bucket, pickpocket bucket, stinky bucket, you give Lao Tzu out, you turtle son, hide in the study and wait for your little second brother to get moldy? Wait for your face to grow dog pee moss? You give Lao Tzu death, look at your unlucky face, just by what you also call Fengshen legs, the lame man is stronger than your merry legs......"

The thick red lips of the strong guard grinned, and the smile was dull and eerie.

Listening to Fan Qiyan's crying and scolding with relish, in this boring cell, he suddenly felt that it was also a great pleasure!

Fan Qiqi's eyes were a little red, and he felt a little hot and dry, and he wanted to sit down quietly every time, but he couldn't calm down!

Only every time he shouted until he was exhausted, his voice was hoarse, and he was tired without any thoughts, he would fall to the ground, count silently, take long breaths, count silently for each breath, and cooperate with Jing Chugong, Fan Qiqi can now count to five hundred without interruption!

Sometimes I calm down and think about it, after all, it's my father, and I scold too viciously, but I don't know why I can't control my evil thoughts and hatred!

Especially when I opened my eyes, in this dim dungeon, I felt boundless hatred in an instant!

Freedom is what everyone yearns for, even if there is nothing, I think everyone should want freedom!

I remember in my previous life, a brother's mother said to him: "This thing, don't do it!" This little psychological restraint, the brother was angry, threw his arm away, but he didn't expect this arm to throw his arm, but he inadvertently threw his elbow to his mother's nose, and his mother fainted on the spot!

After waking up, my mother lost confidence in life and finally died of depression!

Because in the world of a mother's life, she is only for one son.

In the end, who is right and who is wrong, from ancient times to the present, people's hearts have been entangled for hundreds of years, and there is no accurate answer for thousands of years.

Later, Fan Qiqi met a teacher and asked for the answer to this question.

The teacher said: "There is nothing wrong with a son pursuing freedom, and there is nothing wrong with a mother for the good of her son! If there is a mistake, the son is wrong to regard his mother's language as his own constraints, and the mother is wrong to regard her son's future expectations as her own constraints!"

This answer, today's Fan Qiqi is still the same as back then, he seems to have an understanding, but it is difficult to understand!