Siheyuan: Days of bird abuse in Siheyuan

backyard.

Hou Weimin did not rest either, with a faint smile on his lips.

Although he lived in the backyard, everything that happened in the middle courtyard did not escape Hou Weimin's eyes and ears.

So, is this the power of the bad luck charm?

Hou Weimin was very satisfied with the effect. He wondered what power the luck talisman had.

With such expectations, Hou Weimin finally fell into a deep sleep.

The next afternoon, Hou Weimin came back from the steel rolling mill. He had originally planned to continue fishing while it was still hot and light yet, and to improve his fishing level at the same time.

Thinking that he still had an unused luck talisman, Hou Weimin chose to summon the talisman directly.

As if summoning a bad luck talisman, a piece of transparent talisman paper appeared in Hou Weimin's hand. With a strong squeeze, the transparent talisman paper was crushed into a sky full of golden light, which finally gathered in Hou Weimin's body.

“I didn’t feel any changes.”

Hou Weimin muttered to himself, but he did not stop and continued walking towards the courtyard.

But as he reached the door, a noise caught his attention.

"Go, don't stay here, this is not the place for you."

Came the voice from the bangs.

He saw Liu Haizhong driving away a beggar-like man who was wearing tattered clothes, had messy hair covered with dead grass and oil, and had a face covered with black mud, making it difficult to see his features.

He Yuzhu, Yan Bugui and Ma Dabao in the front yard of the Siheyuan were also watching coldly.

After all, this courtyard is their home. No one would feel comfortable if a beggar appeared at the door.

"Come on!"

Looking at the drunk beggar in front of him, Liu Haizhong's tone became more and more hostile. He rolled up his sleeves and looked like he was ready to take action.

"You, whoever buys me a bottle of wine and a roast chicken, I will teach you the Baji Divine Fist passed down from my ancestors."

The beggar was drunk and spoke in a hoarse voice. From his voice, it was obvious that he was a middle-aged man.

"What Parisian? If you keep talking nonsense to me, don't blame me for being rude to you. I'll give you half a minute to leave quickly, or you won't be able to bear it if I start to fight you!"

Liu Haizhong's eyes widened.

He is a blacksmith!

To understand what a blacksmith is, you can refer to the blacksmith in the blacksmith shop in ancient TV dramas who uses a sledgehammer to hit the heated iron pieces!

Liu Haizhong is also a big and strong man!

With his eyes glaring like that, his aura was extremely intimidating.

"Heh, I can beat ten of you with one hand."

The beggar said drunkenly with disdain.

Ok.

Liu Haizhong's face turned completely dark. He raised his fist and decided to teach this beggar a lesson.

"stop!"

Just then, a voice came.

Ok?

Hearing the familiar voice, everyone looked back and saw a familiar figure.

Hou Weimin.

Obviously, the voice just now was made by Hou Weimin.

"Hou Weimin, what do you mean? Do you know this beggar?"

Liu Haizhong asked in a bad tone.

Especially when he thought about how Hou Weimin had actually sent fish to Yan Bugui before, but had not shown any expression to himself, the second uncle in the courtyard.

So Liu Haizhong's expression became even more unfriendly!

This was not about a fish at all, but because his status in the courtyard was higher than Yan Bugui's. Liu Haizhong regarded Hou Weimin's behavior as a lack of respect for him.

Um~

Looking at the looks from everyone, Hou Weimin didn't know how to explain.

He couldn't say that after he crushed the luck talisman, he saw the purple air on the old man's head, which was a symbol of great luck, right?

Yes, this is the correct way to use the fortune talisman that Hou Weimin obtained. It can enable one to see the fortune above the head of a person with great fortune.

However, everyone's fortune changes dynamically and is difficult to grasp.

You are currently enjoying great luck, but it may not be long before your luck fades away, and you may also suffer a bloody disaster.

But now Hou Weimin knew that getting close to this old beggar would definitely be beneficial.

"Second uncle, this man is so pitiful, maybe he is a refugee, I will give him some money and let him go."

Hou Weimin said.

"Chi~"

Hearing Hou Weimin's words, Sha Zhu couldn't help but sneer. This Hou Weimin was willing to give food to an outsider, even a beggar, but he was so indifferent to the neighbor who lived with him day and night in the courtyard!

Thinking of the miserable situation of the Jia family, Hou Weimin actually donated only fifty cents at the last donation meeting. Thinking of how he had cheated a total of two hundred and fifty yuan from the Jia family, him and an old man two days ago, He Yuzhu sneered.

This Hou Weimin is actually willing to help beggars and outsiders, but not his neighbors in the courtyard. What a piece of shit.

An old man is calling a meeting in the courtyard tonight and he will make you spit out most of the money you swallowed.

Sha Zhu thought coldly.

"Wei Min, there are so many beggars on the street. Can you help every one of them? You should just chase them away."

The third uncle Yan Bugui began to persuade.

"I have made up my mind, Third Master."

Hou Weimin knew that the third uncle's persuasion was well-intentioned. After all, there were so many beggars, and if Hou Weimin went to help them, he would never be able to help them all!

But~

The beggar in front of him was so lucky that he would go and help him no matter what.

However, you can't appear to have a purpose or be too conspicuous, or else the old man will become suspicious.

So Hou Weimin directly took out two dollars and handed it to the beggar in front of him.

"Here are two dollars. Use it to buy something to eat."

"Humph! You give two dollars to a stranger, but only give fifty cents to your neighbor who is in trouble. Who with a little humanity would do such a thing?"

He Yuzhu said sarcastically.

Hou Weimin ignored him completely. Now he was too lazy to bother with a bootlicker and a fool.

When Yan Bugui saw Hou Weimin handing over five dollars, his eyes lit up.

Hou Weimin is so generous to a strange beggar. If he can have a good relationship with him, it will be very beneficial to the Yan family.

Yan Bugui's gene of loving to take advantage of others was activated at this moment.

The middle-aged beggar just raised his head, squinted his eyes, and looked at Hou Weimin at this time.

He did not take the money from Hou Weimin.

"Take the money and leave quickly. Don't stay here any longer."

Liu Haizhong said in a cold voice.

"Would you like to be my disciple? I can teach you the boxing techniques passed down from my ancestors."

The middle-aged beggar in front of him stared at Hou Weimin for a long time. After seeing the sincerity in the other's eyes and face, he spoke hesitantly.

"Hou Weimin, it just so happens that your body is as weak as a little chicken. He just said that he also knows the Baji Divine Fist. If you become his disciple and learn the Baji Divine Fist, who knows, you might become a great master."

He Yuzhu teased in a sarcastic tone.

!

Suddenly, He Yuzhu discovered that Hou Weimin's face showed a look of hesitation, as if he was really considering whether he should become the apprentice of the old beggar in front of him!

Is this kid crazy?

What family-inherited Baji Quan? It’s obvious that this beggar in front of me is talking nonsense!

Hou Weimin actually believed such words?

He Yuzhu found it incredible.

!

Suddenly.

A flash of inspiration flashed through He Yuzhu's mind, and he suddenly understood the key.

He went to the doctor in a hurry.

These four words suddenly appeared in He Yuzhu's mind.

Correct!

It must be like this.

Everyone knows Hou Weimin. He is a sickly man. He must be worried too. It will be difficult for him to find a partner with this health condition.

He Yuzhu thought he had figured out the key points, and his eyes flashed with brilliance. He immediately said to Hou Weimin:

"Wei Min, this is your chance. Although he is a beggar, he has a strong physique. It is likely that he has a solid foundation from years of martial arts training. When I was a child, I learned a few moves from a martial arts master who passed by. I do have some insight."

"Silly Zhu, what are you talking about? How can he be a martial arts master? Weimin, you can't rush to seek medical help. I think this beggar is just trying to cheat you out of your money. We can't be fooled."

Yan Bugui also noticed the movement in Hou Weimin's eyes, and was worried that Hou Weimin would get carried away and worship this beggar as his master, so he hurriedly said.

Hou Weimin didn't say anything, and his eyes met the beggar's.

Suddenly, he did something that no one expected.

"Master, please bow to me as a disciple!"

Hou Weimin knelt on one knee on the ground and said sincerely.

Are you kidding? This is the opportunity I found through the luck talisman. If I don’t seize the opportunity in time, I would be a fool.

"Okay, okay. Although you are weak, the inheritance of the Eight Extremes Divine Fist has not been cut off in my hands, Wang Xiaolin."

As he spoke, the middle-aged beggar who called himself Wang Xiaolin helped Hou Weimin up.

"Congratulations, congratulations to Hou Weimin for successfully becoming my disciple today. I wish you can learn the Eight Extremes Divine Fist as soon as possible. No, this is such a great thing, I have to share it with other people in the courtyard."

Patting Hou Weimin on the shoulder, Sha Zhu said with a suppressed smile, and then turned and left, apparently to share the news that Hou Weimin had taken a beggar as his master with other people in the courtyard.

Obviously, Sha Zhu's purpose made Hou Weimin suffer from ridicule.

"You, ugh~"

Yan Bugui pointed at Hou Weimin and didn't know what to say. He made Yi Zhonghai and the Jia family bleed a lot of money just two days ago, so why did he become so confused today?

Yan Bugui shook his head and turned away.

It seems that Hou Weimin's health is really poor, which makes him do such a desperate move at this time.

There was a gleam in his eyes behind his bangs, and I don't know what he was thinking.

"I will now teach you the formula of Baji Shenquan."

When Wang Xiaolin and Hou Weimin were the only two people left at the door, Wang Xiaolin was ready to recite the mantra of Baji Divine Fist.

"There's no rush for that, Master. I'll take you to have a meal first. After we're full, you can teach me the Eight Extremes Divine Fist."

No matter what, Hou Weimin recognized Wang Xiaolin as his master. He was a man who clearly distinguished between gratitude and resentment and would repay a favor. Since the other party was willing to teach him sincerely, Hou Weimin was also willing to return the favor with sincerity.

If someone is good to me, I will repay them tenfold.

The crimes and hatred committed against me by others must be repaid tenfold!

Hou Weimin was thinking very clearly.

Ok?

When Wang Xiaolin heard Hou Weimin's words and the deep sincerity in his eyes, he felt a warm feeling flow through his heart.

Although this kid is in poor health, his character really meets the requirements of his predecessors.

Because the Baji Divine Fist is extremely powerful, in order to prevent future generations from using this boxing style to wreak havoc on the world, the ancestors required that every inheritor of the Baji Divine Fist must be a person with a kind heart.

"it is good!"

Thinking that he hadn't had a full meal for a long time, Wang Xiaolin nodded and agreed with Hou Weimin's words.