Chapter One Hundred and One

The son of Yu Guiyi's family (2)

The little tea boy was about thirteen or fourteen years old, but when he saw him wearing a turban crookedly, his eyes were sparkling, extremely clear and bright, and although the white was stained with soot and a little freckles, he could also see that he was a delicate little student like a pink carving. Cheng Hong gradually saw that the little tea boy was delicate, so he immediately said: "Little brother, hurry up, retreat, there are people in the Demon Sect, and it is really dangerous." The little tea boy smiled slyly and said, "This is not good, I still have to make tea." With that, he methodically brewed a steaming cup of tea.

A minion next to Liu Jiaming saw this situation, and immediately sneered: "Ge Laozi, your son-in-law has a big show, and he hasn't seen the figure yet, so he called you over to make tea, my father commanded the stone gate, and my son didn't put on a score like him when he was at home." The person who spoke was Shi Bufan, the second son of Shimen, but seeing that he was slender and handsome, the self-righteous gaze in his eyes was even worse than before.

The little tea boy turned a deaf ear, and unhurriedly came to the charm of impermanence, and said with a sly smile: "Everyone is here to eat, don't hurt the harmony, Yu Gongzi asked you to stay for a while, and he instructed me to pour a cup of tea for a few guest officers first." ”

Mei Wuchang shouted: "Young mother, uncle, hurry up and call the surname Yu!" As soon as the words fell, he stretched out his feet and kicked, and before his toes arrived, the little tea boy flashed backwards, and the teapot and cups in his hand were taken off at the same time, and the hot water was splashed on the belly of the Wu Wuwu frank, so hot that the guy couldn't stand it, screaming and jumping, and the pain couldn't help but flutter.

The onlookers immediately burst into laughter, Cheng Hongjian clapped his hands even more, the little tea boy jumped to Hongji's side, stared at each other with a smile, his clear eyes suddenly showed infinite tenderness, and turned to the troublemaker and said: "I'm really sorry, I didn't pay attention to it, and I actually scalded the guest officer alive, it seems that the dead pig is not afraid of boiling water." Cheng Hong gradually looked at the little tea boy, only to feel that his voice was like a ring of voices, very melodious and tactful, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

At this moment, Lu Wuwu said angrily: "The stinky boy is looking for death, see Lao Tzu beat you flat!" As soon as the words fell, he raised his fist like a sandbag, wanting to beat the little tea boy violently.

Hong gradually knew that the other party had it, and immediately grabbed two steps, and was about to fight hard, but the little tea boy pulled it away, picked up the chair next to him and threw it at Wei Wuwu.

The demon cult thug threw off his arms and smashed the chair to pieces, and the little tea boy whispered to Cheng Hong: "I can handle it, little brother rest assured." As soon as the words fell, he went to meet Yu Wuwu. Cheng Hong gradually heard the words, and said secretly in his heart: "Why does he call me 'little brother'?"

The onlookers were already silent, and they all retreated, lest they hurt themselves, but the little tea boy laughed and hugged his fists in front of Lu Wuwu and said: "Uncle is strong in martial arts, please spare me." ”

Wei Wuwu didn't answer, and swept with a punch at the moment, the little tea boy was so shocked that he hugged his head and leaned over, and then stumbled under his feet, which actually made the other party fall on his head. Mei Wuchang was horrified, taking advantage of the situation to stab the little tea boy in the back, Hong gradually hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, and then kicked sideways, Mei Wuchang swept with a fork, wanting to cut his waist. Hong gradually flipped in the air, his right fist came out, hitting the opponent's eye socket, and hit him with stars in front of him.

Cheng Hong gradually said: "It seems that the charm impermanence has not made much progress in the past few years. Thinking of this, he was about to take advantage of the situation to capture him, when he suddenly felt a strong wind behind him, so he flashed from the side, and then looked sideways, but saw that the attacker was a tall and thin man with legs as long as bamboo poles.

The onlookers watched the little tea boy play with the accomplice of Yu Wuwu and his accomplice with a long bag on his head, and couldn't help laughing, Yi Qiaoqian couldn't help but show joy on her face, and her beautiful appearance increased.

Liu Jiaming looked at this situation, and secretly thought in his heart: "The four ghosts of the Netherworld are too wasteful, if they are really caught and confess my identity, it will be very bad." Thinking of this, he glanced at Shi Bufan, and the other party immediately understood, and said loudly: "Seven Yage bullies the good people, brothers and I will fight the violence and peace together!"

Liu Jiaming's subordinates all know what he means, and they are also doing things in secret, and they are already familiar with the road, so they are flocking to it at this time. The onlookers were in an uproar, and Yi Qiaoqian shouted: "Qi Ya Ge has been wronged, stop it quickly!"

In fact, the tall man with legs as long as bamboo poles is a thin-lipped ghost and untrustworthy, ranking third among the four ghosts of the Netherworld, and the person with a bulging head is the angry ghost Wuhui, ranking fourth. The four ghosts are ranked in seniority, and they should be ghosts, charms, spirits, and spirits, but they are always bullied by the other three ghosts, so they are forced to be arranged into ghosts, charms, spirits, and spirits. And Liu Jiaming saw that the Seven Pavilions were in the limelight, and in order to save the decline of Cui Yuxuan, he sent the four ghosts of the Netherworld to come to provoke, and he made an appointment with his subordinates to "fight unevenly", Yi Qiaoqian didn't know the inside story and insisted on coming, Liu Jiaming also wanted her to watch a good show, but unexpectedly, something happened, so she had to order someone to mess around to help the four ghosts get out.

Seeing that the chicken and dog were about to jump in the Qiong Jelly Jade Liquid Hall, the little tea boy whistled, and the seven masters jumped into the hall like a dragonfly, but saw that among the seven people, the youngest was a woman, but it was also nearly thirty, and the flower branch made of gold in his hand could cast a poisonous needle. The remaining six used guqin, chessboard, brush, painting scroll, scroll, and a high-pitched wine gourd as weapons, and in the blink of an eye, they captured all the four ghosts and the Xuanyuan disciples led by Liu Jiaming.

Liu Jiaming saw that the seven masters were obviously quite prestigious, and couldn't help but secretly complain: "These seven people's martial arts are so strong, look at that posture should be the seven hall masters in the pavilion, if they join forces, where can I still win." Although he turned the river and the sea in his heart, he forced it to act as if nothing had happened, and hugged his fists at everyone and said: "Qiya Pavilion is really powerful, I really admire it, but as a disciple of Xuanyuan, I will never give in to you, if we are killed here in order to punish evil and promote good, the faction will definitely avenge us." If you let my brothers and these four ordinary people go, we will go all the way to the sky. "He wants to use the power of the Xuanyuan faction to intimidate the other party, and seek a chance to retreat with his whole body, if he can really do this, he can also lose his dignity.

The master with the wine gourd in his hand took a sip of wine, and said drunkly: "The old drunkard of the Xuanyuan faction doesn't pay attention to it at all, there are really people looking for revenge for you, so they just need to find the master of the hall, who is your boy's surname, hurry up and draw a way to comfort Lao Tzu." ”

Liu Jiaming said in his heart: "Those seven people are indeed the hall masters of each hall, and this old drunkard is eighty percent from the Qiong Jelly Jade Liquid Hall." Thinking of this, he couldn't help but hold the folding fan in his hand creaked, but his smile was quite leisurely, and he said unhurriedly: "The younger generation will not change his name, and he will not change his surname, it is Liu Jiaming, a disciple of the General Altar." But this Taoist juniors can't be drawn, if you win by luck, so many of you join forces, I have to suffer a big loss, if you deliberately lose to the seniors, I really don't want to see you, the hall master, leave a bad reputation of suppressing the small, how to draw this Dao, the younger generations listen to it. When he mentioned that he was a disciple of the main altar, he deliberately raised his voice, hoping only to deter him.