The scholar stood aside and talked to the monk Hachi, ignoring the fight beside him, the white smoke from the old smoker floated towards the two of them, the scholar suddenly turned his head with anger, and saw that Sang Feihong had fallen to the ground, his face was even more angry, the old smoker's pipe had been pointed at Sang Feihong's knee bend acupoint, snorting, the smoke was flying, the scorching breath touched her nose, her skirt had burned through a hole, Sang Feihong was injured, screamed, and the old smoker hit her waist for the second time. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The scholar shouted angrily: "Stop!"

The old smoker was stunned and startled by the scholar, who bent down, took off a pair of shoes of the monk Hachi, and turned back to the red-hot pipe. The scholar's hands and feet were really like wind and lightning, and the monk Hachi was stunned and shouted: "You...... Why did you take off my shoes?" he shouted, and the scholar had already grabbed the red-hot iron pipe with the soles of his two shoes, and twisted and twisted around the old smoker. After a few sneering sounds, the sleeves of the old smoker's shirt were scorched, and his right arm ached, so he had to let go. The scholar shook the cigarette pipe of his shoelace out, fell out, and hurried to see Sang Feihong, only to see her eyes closed and unconscious.

The scholar frowned, paused, raised his eyes to look at the old smoker, and shouted: "Everyone here is competing in martial arts, why do you use the drug? Get the antidote!"

The old smoker said sadly: "Who is using drugs? This girl is so poor that she fainted after a few circles, who is to blame?"

At this time, a young girl with an unattractive appearance walked out of the west hall, holding a wine glass in her hand, taking a sip of wine, and spraying it on Sang Feihong's face. The scholar said, "Ah, this ...... Is this an antidote?" the girl didn't answer, and took another sip of wine, and when she took the third sip, Sang Feihong opened her eyes.

The old smoker said happily: "Ha, isn't this girl awake by herself? How can you talk nonsense, saying that I am addicted to drugs? The scholar slapped his backhand and shouted, "First beat you three rotten traitors." The old smoker lowered his head and dodged the slap.

Sang Feihong stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes, jumped up, leaned out of his left palm, slapped the old smoker's chest, and scolded: "You spray people with poisonous smoke!" The old smoker leaned away and glared at the girl. Sang Feihong nodded to the scholar and said, "Thank you for your help." The scholar pointed to the girl and said, "It was this woman who woke you up." ”

The girl glanced at the two of them, but did not answer, and returned to the table and sat down in a corner, and could no longer see who else was around her.

After the girl sat down, a gentle voice came from beside her: "Lingsu is still so kind." ”

The girl turned her head to look at the person who spoke, smiled slightly, and replied, "I just don't like that person using drugs on such occasions. ”

Sang Feihong and the scholar were a little confused, but the two naturally didn't believe that a few sips of wine could solve the drug, and if the girl didn't speak, they would only be a master with a weird temper. The two of them turned their heads to stare at the old smoker, ready to teach him a lesson.

But Hachi kept shouting, "Give me back my shoes, give me back my shoes!" and no one paid any attention to him. Ha Chi was annoyed, stretched out his hand and twisted it towards the scholar's vest, and shouted, "Do you want to return my shoes?" The scholar leaned to the side, got out of the way, and said with a smile: "Great monk, are your shoes burned?"

Ha Chi twisted and twisted the air, so he had to run barefoot to pick up his shoes, regardless of the fact that they had been burned directly on his feet, and when he turned his head to find the scholar again, he couldn't find anyone, the scholar didn't know where to slip, but Sang Feihong found the old smoker for a fierce attack, the old smoker was embarrassed to be beaten without a cigarette gun in his hand, and he didn't have time to pick up the cigarette gun back, only to be beaten back and back, getting farther and farther away from the cigarette gun.

Hachi turned around a few times but didn't find the scholar, and when he saw Sang Feihong beating the old smoker back, he suddenly felt bored, returned to the Taishi chair and sat down, and muttered: "Straight lady thief, today is really unlucky, I bumped into a pair of impermanent ghosts, and I met a Xiucai ghost." "There are thousands of thieves in his mouth, and he can't stop scolding.

Suddenly, everyone laughed, Huang Fuyu heard the sound and looked, only to see the scholar sitting on the back of Hachi's chair and pointing fingers and doing pantomime, Huang Fuyu couldn't help but smile when he saw it, this scholar is quite childish.

Cheng Lingsu, who was beside him, couldn't help laughing when he saw it, and it was even more interesting to cooperate with the big monk who kept scolding.

Everyone in the audience laughed constantly, and Hachi was even more depressed, and looked at his body, except for shoes, there was nothing weird.

After staying for a while, everyone's laughter did not decrease, but became louder and louder, Hachi also couldn't sit still, and put on a serious look on his face, who knew that after his expression changed, everyone in the field laughed even more.

Such a loud laugh made Sang Feihong, who was bullying the old smoker, also look back, but at a glance, he couldn't help but purse his lips. Sang Feihong thought of the words of the great monk just now, and couldn't bear it, so he said while laughing: "Great monk, what is behind you?"

Hearing this, Hachi's face changed, he jumped out of the chair, and when he turned around, he saw the scholar sitting firmly on the back of his chair, pointing and doing pantomime, making everyone laugh. Hachi was furious and shouted, "Xiucai ghost, why are you fooling me?"

The scholar shrugged his shoulders and made a gesture, saying, "I didn't play tricks on you." Ha Chi shouted, "Then why are you sitting here?" The scholar pointed to the eight jade dragon cups on the coffee table, made a gesture to hide them in his arms, and said, "I want to take this jade dragon cup." Hachi said again, "You want to compete for the imperial cup?" the scholar nodded. Ha Equator: "There are still empty seats here, why don't you sit?" The scholar pointed to the group of heroes in the hall, raised his left hand continuously, clenched his right hand into a fist and hit his head, and then shrunk his shoulders and hugged his head, making a look of extreme fear. In the midst of everyone's laughter, Ha Equator said: "You are afraid of being beaten and dare not sit, why do you sit on the back of my chair?" The scholar kicked in a false kick, clapped his hands in a false way, slid down, and sat in the chair, which means very obviously: "I kicked you away and occupied your chair." He slid down and burst into laughter.

Huangfu Yu glanced at it with slanted eyes, and saw that Fukangan, An Tidu and others had bad faces, but there was also a hint of a smile on the corner of their mouths.

Huang Fuyu secretly said in his heart, this conference has completely become a farce, looking at the appearance of this scholar, it seems that he is deliberately trying to make trouble, a good conference has been made like this, and it depends on what he wants to do.

I saw the scholar take out a folding fan from his bosom and point it at Hachi, and said, "Monk Hachi, you must not be rude to me. In this fan, there is your ancestor. Ha Chi turned his head sideways, looked at the folding fan, saw nothing unusual in it, shook his head and said, "I don't believe your nonsense!" The scholar suddenly opened the folding fan, raised it towards him, and said seriously: "You don't believe it? Then take a clear look." ”