The surrounding vendors were quiet at first, but after a while, they continued to shout and shout about business. Needless to say, they are used to the current situation.

This notorious man in the town of Wenzhong did not talk nonsense, he picked up the little girl like a chicken, and the little girl kicked her feet in the air with all her might, and tried her best to let the hard-hearted man let go.

Jiang Chengzi pressed the sword in his hand, he didn't know how long he had this kind of subconscious action, maybe it was Wang Jingdao who often pressed the knife, so that the little doctor was familiar with it, and gave birth to this kind of familiar technique that seems to be a sword for many years.

Lu Wenping saw that there was no one around to help, as if it was commonplace, so he saw a slight understanding. did not say anything to dissuade him, but looked at the current scene with interest, patted Jiang Chengzi on the shoulder, and motioned Jiang Chengzi to wait and see what happened.

Jiang Chengzi is not a fledgling chick now, and he can understand it outside, and he will not blindly rampage. So he didn't make a statement, just paid attention to the development of the situation and was ready to take action at any time.

Although the people of Wenzhong Town are not polite, simple and kind, in Mexico, the closer they are to Gyeonggi, the more they are polite and happy. This kind of thing of being beaten and scolded in the downtown is probably the only thing that this little girl thinks is commonplace.

Many years ago, there was a talented man who liked to meet friends in writing, and he was in his early twenties in the first half of his life, and he was a dignified woman.

The girl's maiden family is also the most powerful person in Wenzhong Town, and the girl's father is quite feared by the officials because of his prosperous official fortune in the court.

The two got married, and the mandarin ducks became a pair. At that time, he was also famous in Wenzhong Town, how can this kind of man who is born dignified, has a beautiful woman as a companion, and is not inferior to others, how can he not be envied?

Even when he was romantic, he was so rampant that he wrote an inscription for Dongxuan, using willow branches as a pen, dipping it in the water of Dongxuan Lake, and falling on the red incense sandalwood of the pavilions and pavilions by Dongxuan Lake.

Every now and then, there must be a well-known calligrapher next to him, prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone for a long time, wait for the man to put down the pen, dare not slack off, and hurriedly put on his eyebrows and raise the pen to transcribe the poem along the man's handwriting.

There are countless pavilions in Dongxuan Lake, without exception, all of which have men's handwritten inscriptions. The only thing that makes people sigh is that ten years ago, the man's wife gave birth to a baby girl. At that time, the man rose up, folded the willow to sweep the lake waves, and then wrote thirty rhymes.

But unfortunately, because the pen was written for too long, the traces of the first 25 rhymes disappeared, leaving only the last five rhymes. But only the remaining five rhymes also make the comers-and-visitors applaud!

But when the woman's father went to court three years ago, he dared to cry out for a family surnamed Liu, and even Long Yan was furious. However, I remembered that the woman's father had been an official for many years, did not engage in personal interests, did not form a party, and was respected. So he was degraded from a light hair to a commoner.

Even if the woman's family is in the middle, the man who has always been outstanding in literature does not dislike the woman at all, and he initially raised his eyebrows and respected each other like a guest, but within a year, the man's attitude towards the woman has made a world of difference.

"Old slut, give birth to a little slut. It makes sense. The man saw that the little girl was constantly trying to break free in the air, so he scolded.

The little girl didn't speak, but looked at him coldly with a look that was all too familiar to the man. The man seemed to be stung by this look. Without waiting for everyone to react, he slapped the little girl in the face.

Then someone shouted, "Stop!"

The man flew out upside down in response, and the vendor next to him looked at the stall where he was smashed by the man's body like a mourner.

Jiang Chengzi saw that the man beat people indiscriminately, and he couldn't help it for a long time, this kind of person, he is no longer in a good mood to stand by.

The little girl fell to the ground, even if she gritted her teeth in pain, she endured not a single tear. The nosebleed, which was redder than the sugar gourd on the ground, flowed to the corners of her mouth, and was gently sipped in her mouth by the little girl, and her eyes did not change in the slightest from beginning to end.

"Who are you? Is it wrong for me to beat my own daughter?" the man scolded, he didn't have a good temper for such a nosy master. When I saw the little girl's cold eyes as always, I don't know if she was annoyed or angry, she picked up a wooden stick and wanted to beat the young man in front of her to the ground.

Lu Wenping picked up the sugar gourd on the ground, wiped it lightly with his sleeve, and continued to eat the sugar gourd, although Lu Wenping did not enter the hall in the martial arts, but he also saw many masters of the rivers and lakes in Suping City, the place where the Three Kingdoms must pass, and then the second master, Zhong Liyu, and Wang Jingdao's amazing swordsmanship and knife skills along the way. I don't want to say that I understand anything by myself, but at least I can see the obvious difference between ordinary people and martial artists.

Jiang Chengzi made a move just now, this man seems to be a bit of a pound, but he is a paper tiger who is strong on the outside and dry in the middle, and he can't even do a little subconscious defense. At first glance, it's not a martial artist, so it's not a big deal to watch the excitement.

Jiang Chengzi didn't have the slightest desire to draw a sword, because it was completely superfluous for an ordinary person to draw a sword. Hearing the man's reprimand, he retorted sharply: "Phew! I've never seen a father like you!"

Along the way, whether it is his master, or the old man Lu, or the second master who taught him to practice swords, he can be said to be an elder, but which one can do such a thing to beat and scold his juniors?

Even in Suping City, he looted the people's fat and ointment, and did not treat the people as human beings, and didn't he hold his son in the palm of his hand for fear of bumping into it?

Tiger poison does not eat children, it is really rare to be able to attack his daughter for such a plain reason. Although this little girl is a profiteer, her self-reliance and selling sugar gourds also made Jiang Chengzi unable to find fault with it, at least she didn't become a beggar and won sympathy!

Then he smashed the wooden stick violently, which made the vendor who destroyed the stall around him hold back his anger and did not dare to speak more. And the man was also shocked by Jiang Chengzi and flew out.

Lu Wenping, who was eating sugar gourds happily, squatted in front of the little girl, took the little girl's hand, and asked softly, "Is he your father?"

"It used to be..."Since Jiang Chengzi made a move, she seemed to be a little girl who was out of the way, looking at the big brother in front of her, and finally let go of her original cold and guarded eyes, and said without the slightest emotion.

When Jiang Chengzi heard this, he immediately wondered, how could there really be such a father in this world?

The man next to him got the little girl's affirmation, as if he had confidence, got up from the ground, went straight to the little girl, glanced at Jiang Chengzi viciously, and then said to the little girl: "Follow me home!"

The little girl was a little scared, pulling the corner of Lu Wenping's clothes and refusing to let go, Lu Wenping looked back at the little girl, and in Suping City, he was in collusion with the ruffians and hooligans, and actually said softly to the little girl: "This home, don't go back." I'll find you a home, okay?"

The little girl looked up, her eyes wandering, and she didn't say yes or bad. Then he buried his head and was silent.

"Who are you? Why did you take my daughter? Are you too domineering?" The man saw that the scholar in front of him was going to take his daughter away on his own initiative, and he was not afraid of the sword-wielding young man beside him, but asked loudly.

Lu Wenping picked up the sugar gourds on the ground one by one, stuffed one in his mouth, squatted down, looked at the little girl's eyes, and asked locally: "The sugar gourd that fell on the ground doesn't cost money, right?"

The little girl was a little surprised, stared at the big brother in front of her with wide eyes, and then nodded.

"Well, no money. ”

The scholar stood up, took the little girl's hand, turned around and walked away indifferently, leaving only a mess of stalls.

The man's eyes were confused, and he was about to make a move, but he was stopped by Jiang Chengzi in place, unable to move an inch.

It wasn't until Lu Wenping bypassed the corner that Jiang Chengzi was willing to leave tentatively, but seeing that the man was indifferent, he left with peace of mind.

Only looking at a wooden board, the faint red handwriting "With this to participate in Zen, you can taste the sweetness of the Buddha" was stunned. Subsequently, when a stall owner saw that the situation had calmed down, the sword-wielding young man was far away, so he quickly came to the man's side, grabbed the man's collar, and scolded him inwardly: "Lose money! I won't say anything about your daughter's stall, but you smashed Lao Tzu's stall, do you want to slip away?"

The man didn't say anything, but bent down to pick up the wooden board with the characters written on it. The stall owner saw that the man just wanted to get the plank, and did not want to resist in the slightest, so he kicked the man hard, and scolded: "You still want to write poems and essays?

The man just clung to the plank, dull for a long time, and suddenly wept bitterly, and no longer had the angry appearance just now. This sudden change made the stall owner at a loss, and the stall owner then seemed to feel unlucky, and hurriedly patted the dust on his feet, today's unwarranted disaster, who is resting on it, who also has a nameless fire, we dare not make a mistake to the sword-wielding young man who seems to be a practitioner, and dare not lose his temper with you, a down-and-out literati?

Knowing that the money in this stall would eventually come to nothing, the stall owner cursed the unproductive man in front of him with the most vicious words, and then turned around to clean up the messy stall. But after walking a few steps, it seemed that he couldn't swallow this breath, and he spat three more times before he would stop.

The man cried bitterly for a long time in front of the cramped stall on the street, and did not come back to his senses until half an hour, and then trembled and held the wooden board in his hand, just like many years ago, he held a book of poetry and took a boat on Dongxuan Lake, so chic and fast, as he wanted.

But when holding the plank has not yet walked out of three hundred steps, it is a coincidence that there is a person riding a horse along the street, passers-by can't help but give way, the man on the horse should be the age of standing, wearing a gold-threaded robe, a dark green jade inlaid crown in it, the temperament is outstanding. looked at the man holding the wooden board with a playful face, and said jokingly: "Yo, our tall writer has picked up the pen today?

Seeing that the man did not respond, he felt that he was despised, so he dismounted and walked in front of the man, and suddenly stepped on the wooden plank under his feet, and said solemnly: "Didn't you punish you for not using pen and ink for the rest of your life as punishment?

At this time, two streets away from here, there was a timid little girl pulling the sleeve of a sour scholar and following behind her, she seemed to have a natural sense of closeness to this sour scholar.

This sense of closeness is the same as the feeling that my father had when he took him on a boat to enjoy the scenery on Dongxuan Lake many years ago and read the poems on the red sandalwood pillars.