"Xiao Ye Chong, you also want to enter the gate of my Han family, call my fifth master father?

The scolding sounded at the door of the Han family's "Iron Clothes Workshop", and the high-pitched female voice couldn't even cover up the roaring cast iron sound in Jianchuan City.

I saw a bejeweled lady, standing at the door of the ironclad shop with her eyebrows crossed, pinching her waist with both hands, and scolding. There were more than a dozen housekeepers standing beside her, all of whom had big shoulders and round waists, and they knew at a glance that they were not easy to mess with.

Pedestrians on the road looked sideways, and of course several old residents of Jianchuan City recognized it-this was Han Wang's family, the wife of Han Dingchun, the fifth master of the Han family, no wonder all the swordsmiths up and down the ironclad workshop were silent.

Mrs. Han Wu didn't care about the color of pedestrians at all, in her eyes, the common people were like ants, chivalrous swordsmen were just rats, who would dare to stop what she wanted to do?

"Your mother is just a scratcher, I don't know which wild man gave birth to such a wild seed as you, and even shamelessly recognized my door, it is really an ambitious leopard guts!

Several of the housekeepers around her swarmed up and beat up a young man in sackcloth in the blacksmith shop.

This young man was fifteen or sixteen years old, his face was flushed when he was scolded, he was ashamed and hateful, but he couldn't say a word.

His name is Yan Li, and he is the illegitimate son of a maid in the Han Mansion, and he doesn't know who his father is. For this, he suffered humiliation from childhood to adulthood. But for some reason, the Han government didn't drive their mother and son out. It wasn't until a few days ago that his mother died, leaving a suicide note to Han Wuye, that many people guessed his identity and origin.

According to the general big family, even if the illegitimate son of the master and the maid is not of high status, he always has the title of young master, but Yan Li's father, Han Dingchun, is not a glorious person.

Han Dingchun was born to his father and a Qinglou woman who was raised outside, and he was also an illegitimate child. This master is not ordinary restless, he just had an affair with his sister's maid when he was accepted into the Han Mansion, and the child he gave birth to was Yan Li.

Then the Han family and the Wang family married, and Han Dingchun married the current Mrs. Zhengyin. Han Wang's family was many times more noble than Yan Li's mother, and the maid who was pregnant with Liujia at that time was naturally forgotten by Han Wuye's choice of surname.

For more than ten years, no one has mentioned this matter. Yan Li didn't have a father, so she simply took her mother's surname and was arranged to work as a handyman in the Han family's blacksmith shop. Now, the scandal of the year was revealed by a suicide note, and the noble Mrs. Han Wu came to the door.

The bastard son of an illegitimate child, compared to the wild seed without a father, I really don't know which one is better!

Therefore, the originally honest Yan Li was scolded for his blood spray, but he couldn't say a word, only his cheeks were flushed, and his lips were bitten and bloody.

Seeing four or five strong men rushing up, he had nowhere to run but to resist. However, he was so proficient in martial arts that he couldn't even talk about getting started, how could he be the opponent of this group of trained family members? After only two or three strokes, he was grabbed by the two family members with his left and right hands, clasped the vein, and held it down to death.

"Slap him in the mouth!"

Mrs. Han Wu's arrogance became even more arrogant, and her shouting became louder and louder.

A burly man stepped forward, grabbed Yan Li's hair with his left hand, forced him to raise his face, picked up a bamboo board with his right hand, and slapped Yan Li's face fiercely.

"Smack-"

This board made Yan Li's eyes glow, and the pain on his cheeks was like a knife cut. However, what hurts even more is in my heart.

He couldn't understand why all this was going on, and what mistake he had made? The man who had sworn a good word with his mother turned around and married a noble wife, so that his mother was accused of being blamed all her life and died with hatred.

He has always been honest and responsible, but he has been looked down upon everywhere, and he has been called "wild seed" since he was a child. In the ironclad workshop, the hardest and most tiring chores are always done by him, but he never has the opportunity to forge a sword by himself, and even when the old swordsman teaches the craft, he has to be far away.

"Smack-"

The second bamboo board slapped the other half in the face, waking Yan Li up violently. He raised his eyes to look at the hideous family servant, and he didn't feel that this servant who had sold himself into slavery was nobler than himself, so why could he laugh and beat himself?

"Bang-bang-"

The bamboo board was pumped one after another, and I don't know how many times, from pain to numbness, from starry eyes to blurred eyes, only the anger in my heart became more and more intense.

The swordsman in the ironclad workshop watched coldly, not a single one pleaded, and even a few of them gloated, and they didn't know what kind of joy such a tragic situation was in front of them.

Yan Li clenched her teeth, held her breath, and kept her last dignity: she didn't open her mouth to beg for mercy when she died.

"Bang Bang-"

The monotonous sound of bamboo boards in his ears obviously couldn't satisfy Mrs. Han Wu. She personally ran to teach the wild seed a lesson, but the wild seed didn't say a word, and there was not even a person around to applaud, so where did she put Mrs. Han Wu's face?

"It seems that the palm and mouth are not painful enough, and I can't let you know that this wild species is powerful!" Mrs. Han Wu screamed, "Come on, drag him out, tie him to the door of the shop, and whip him!" Han Lin, you do it yourself!"

Yan Li, who had no power to resist, was tied to the horse post at the door of the ironclad shop by several family members, and then was splashed from head to foot by a bucket of cold water, and his red and swollen cheeks hurt like a knife, which made him open his eyes again and stare at Han Lin who was holding the whip in front of him.

Han Lin is also fifteen or sixteen years old, and his face is three or four points similar to Yan Li, and he is the eldest son of Han Wuye and Fifth Lady. This little young master has had no worries about food and clothing since he was a child, and he has practiced martial arts, and he looks heroic.

Of course, the young master of the family who has practiced martial arts since he was a child, his strength and power skills are not comparable to those of a mere family. The cowhide whip in his hand is enough to take away a human life with a dozen strokes!

"Bang Bang-"

Two whips in succession, pulled down mercilessly, and Yan Li's whole body trembled under the severe pain. He mustered up his last strength, looked at the young man in front of him who looked similar to his face, the corners of his eyebrows, his smiling lips and cheeks, and the cowhide whip dancing in his hand, and the anger in his chest turned into an unspeakable sadness and indignation.

This leather whip took away the last trace of his hope for blood.

"Bang Bang Bang

"Wow-"

The leather whip and the repeated torture of cold water made Yan Li's flesh and blood blurred, and her consciousness was on the verge of dissipation, and there was a faint sound of Mrs. Han Wu scolding in her ears.

"Well done, keep fighting, kill this wild seed! Mrs. Ben is kind today, and send you this wild seed to be reunited with your slut girl!"

In such a scene, the passing peddlers and pawns all looked sideways, but how many people dared to take care of the affairs of the Han family? There were even a few sycophants who applauded with the dog-legged family, which finally satisfied the vanity of Mrs. Han Wu.

At this time, Yan Li, who was silent, had closed her eyes, no longer holding out hope for life, and could only swear secretly in her heart: I will not let you go if I am a ghost!

Just when Mrs. Han Wu and her gang were proud, a bold and loud voice sounded like a tiger roaring and a lion roaring on the streets of Jianchuan City:

"Stop!"

I saw a strong man like a black iron tower, holding a broadsword, galloping over, squeezing into the crowd and scolding: "The whole ironclad workshop is really full of bad seeds, and you actually let a shrew bully her family in front of the door!

Without waiting for the swordsmith of the Iron Cloak Workshop to speak, Mrs. Han Wu scolded back, "Where did the wild dogs come from, barking here? Don't you know who Mrs. Ben is? Get out, bring your Laozi ancestor master, get out of here with me!"

As soon as this sentence came out, the casters and knights, the peddlers' pawns, and the big men who broke in were all stunned.

In the hundred years of Jianchuan City, there was still a time when someone dared to scold the ancestor of the swordsmith.

"Bastard-" The big man of the iron tower roared wildly, as if he had thundered on the ground, "You dare to insult our ancestors, even if you are a master of the Han family and have a congenital seat, I will fight to the death!"

As he spoke, the big man pulled out his broadsword, pointed at the tip of Mrs. Han Wu's nose, and shouted out the ancestral teachings of the sword master word by word: "The sword can have no edge, and the hero has no bones——"