BT Western Han Dynasty Picking Chrysanthemums

Pay attention to martial arts ethics, and don't fight with people who don't know martial arts.The road out of the village is too narrow, full of people standing there, even the old and immortal can't perform the lightness kung fu.

"Beat him!" A leading elder brother in the village yelled, seeing that the old man would not repent.

Everyone, men and women, old and young, move forward bravely together.

Mrs. Wei was sitting by the cold pool in the mountain. The dog meat was boiled in a pot and the old hen was roasted on the rack. Mrs. Wei also took a small bath by the way, and he brought up three or four fresh fish.

"My son, I'm back as a teacher," the old immortal finally returned after a long time after the sun had set.

Mrs. Wei took a look at his master, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, his head was still tied with cloth strips, he was limping when he walked, and his clothes, which were already worn out, seemed to have been chewed by dogs again. The old butt with no sense of beauty can't be covered. "What's the matter?" Wei Wei asked, "Did you hire a dog?"

Volume 19 [-] People who practice martial arts do not bully good people

"I almost died as a teacher," the old man fell down in front of Mrs. Wei, crying out in pain.

"Where's the goods?" Mrs. Wei didn't even lift her eyelids, and asked, "You're half dead like this, and you came back empty-handed?"

"My son!"

"What about the goods?"

"We are rangers!" The old man said to Mrs. Wei: "We do the work of robbing the rich and helping the poor, can't we rob the poor?"

"Is there anyone poorer than us in this world?" Mrs. Wei began to eat chicken legs.

The old man swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "It seems to be gone."

"Then when we rob everyone, we are robbing the rich and giving to the poor," Mrs. Wei said, "Don't stare at me, you will be hungry tonight."

"You can't be so cruel!" The old man immediately accused Mrs. Wei of his evil deeds, "You don't follow the teacher's principles."

Mrs. Wei ate the second chicken leg.

"You should leave one for the teacher anyway!" The old immortal took the path of sadness again.

"It's useless to be cute," Wei Wei raised his eyelids, and swallowed half a chicken leg.

The old immortal's last move is to snatch it by force.

Mrs. Wei was already eight years old at this time, and he learned swords from Old Immortal, plus this person's original strong foundation, now he has been taught to fight with Old Immortal by his master and apprentice, and later The sparring, and the current apprentice beating the master violently, the time span is only five years.

"Master Killer!" In front of Mrs. Wei who was protecting the food, the old man, without exception, was defeated again, holding his head and shouting, "Come and see, the unworthy son killed the master!"

"Nimei!" Mrs. Wei took back his foot that was about to kick the old man's face, "This trick again, besides the two of us, are there any living people in this mountain? You call a ghost! ah?"

"There are gods up three feet above the head!" said the old immortal.

"Me!" Wei Wei raised his foot and wanted to kick again.

"Master Killer!" the old immortal shouted again.

Mrs. Wei kicked Old Immortal in the face, "Old Immortal!"

The old man was kicked by Mrs. Wei so that his nose bleeds again, "You are unworthy!"

"You brought a tail back?" Wei Wei saw someone coming with a torch in the forest.

"It's impossible!" The old man couldn't believe it. With his lightness kung fu, how could anyone follow him?

"Hurry up and eat," Wei Wei stuffed the grilled fish into Lao Bushi's hand.

"I want to eat chicken," the old man still wants to choose at this time.

"Here you are!" Wei Wei threw the roast chicken with two missing thighs to the old man, and stuffed his cooked dog meat into the bag.

"How do you think they found us?" the old man asked Mrs. Wei while eating.

"Because they have a dog," Mrs. Wei said, "You don't take a bath, and you can smell the smell of dead bodies from far away."

Looking at Mrs. Wei, it is undeniable that even Mrs. Wei is wearing patched clothes, but Mrs. Wei stands there like a noble son in distress, no matter how you look at it, he is not the same as him.

"The old man is here!" Not long after, the farmers at the foot of the mountain came.

The old man saw that this group of people was indeed leading several dogs.

Mrs. Wei looked at this group of farmers. There were too many people. I didn't realize that such a small village could produce so many strong laborers all at once.

"What should we do?" the old man asked Mrs. Wei.

"Do it," Wei Kang said.

The old man said: "People who practice martial arts should not do such things as oppressing good people."

"That's what you said."

"Yes, I said it, so what's the matter," said the old man.

Volume 20 [-] Night Breeze Looks Like a Beautiful Hand

"Help!" Mrs. Wei pushed the old man back, shouted for help, and rushed towards the group of farmers.

The old man was almost pushed into the cold pool by Mrs. Wei, his mind was slowed down by Mrs. Wei, and he didn't realize it. Mrs. Wei is going to show some kind of demon moth again.

Mrs. Wei rushed in front of the group of farmers, knelt down in front of the oldest of the group, wept, and said, "Uncle, please help me!"

The uncle looked at Mrs. Wei up and down, and saw that Mrs. Wei was seven or eight years old. He was tall among his peers, but he looked thin and his face was covered with dust. The original appearance. "Son," the peasants are all kind people. Seeing that Wei Wei was crying so pitifully, the uncle helped Wei Wei up from the ground with both hands, and said, "What's wrong with you?"

"He's an old kidnapper!" Mrs. Wei said, turning around and pointing at the old man.

Immortal: "..."

"Old what?" The uncle didn't understand what an old kidnapper was.

"He's a human trafficker," Mrs. Wei immediately changed his words, and said to the uncle sobbingly, "He kidnapped me from home and said he would sell me to be a servant. Uncle, I want to go home." , I miss my parents."

The old man is so angry, this guy dares to say anything!It's been five years, and this unworthy man hasn't mentioned his parents. Now he misses his parents? "You bastard!" The old man pointed at Mrs. Wei and cursed.

Wei Wei hid behind the uncle and said repeatedly: "Don't hit me! I won't say anything!"

"It was he who beat me!" Pointing at his seriously injured face, the old man said to the peasants, "You can't believe this bastard!"

Everyone looked at the old man, and then looked at Mrs. Wei who seemed to be trembling. One was an old man who stole chickens and ducks, and the other was a cute and pitiful little boy. The balance in everyone's hearts couldn't help but tilt towards Wei. kang.

"That's my dog!" At this moment, the owner of the big yellow dog saw Lao Bushi's back, covered with his own yellow dog fur.

"Catch him!" The uncle who was protecting Wei's wife ordered, "Catch him to the government!"

"Ah!" The old man wanted to kill someone right now, "I'm a good man!" He called out to these teachers of justice.

"Don't be afraid, child," the uncle comforted Mrs. Wei who was hiding behind him to watch the fun, "Uncle will take you home."

"Uncle," Mrs. Wei hurriedly said, "You are a good person, and good people are rewarded with rewards."

"You little bastard!" The old man yelled at Mrs. Wei while avoiding all kinds of fists, hoes, sticks, and sticks that greeted him, "Thunder strikes, you!"

"Uncle," Mrs. Wei looked scared again, and said to the uncle, "He is very powerful, can you beat him?"

"Wei Wei!" The old bastard heard that the little bastard was still not ready to let him go, and shouted: "You are almost done! Don't force me to fight with you!"

"Too abominable!" Seeing that Mrs. Wei was trembling again, the uncle said to the people watching the battle, "Let's go together!"

This time even the dogs joined in the hunt for the old man.

"Don't force me!" The old man couldn't take it anymore, and said to the teachers of justice: "I really did it!"

Mrs. Wei yawned, you old bastard, you're going to do it!

"Little bastard!" At this moment, the old man saw Mrs. Wei walking back step by step. This bastard wanted to run away alone. "You're dying! You bastard! You!"

The uncle hurriedly turned his head and saw Mrs. Wei squatting on the ground, holding his head, not daring to look at the crazy old man over there. "Fight!" The uncle gave another order, "Don't send me to the official, we will eliminate harm for the people today!"

Mrs. Wei stepped back into the woods step by step. Seeing that the uncle was paying attention to the battle on the old side, he turned around and ran away.Oh, how gentle the night wind is today, Mrs. Wei thought while running, it looks like a beautiful woman's hand brushing against his face, making people intoxicated!

Volume 21 [-] You haven't been beaten stupid, have you?

"Six six, big!"

When the old man found Mrs. Wei, his apprentice was squatting on a street corner with a bunch of hooligans, playing dice for money.

"The banker takes all!" Wei Wei packed all the copper coins on the ground into his small pocket.

There was a sound of cursing.

The old man wanted to grab Mrs. Wei's ears, but he stretched out his hands. After thinking about it, he still didn't dare. If he fought Mrs. Wei in the street, if this little bastard played with him as a human trafficker, he would still have to be beaten by the gang .

Mrs. Wei raised his head to look at the old man, and saw that the old guy did not wear a band on his head this time, but wrapped it in a cloth. "Has the head been opened?" Mrs. Wei asked the old man.

"A hole," said the old man.

"Hurt someone?"

"We warriors..."

"Okay, okay," Wei Wei waved at the old man, "I didn't hurt anyone, but you, the unlucky one."

"My husband!" the old man called Wei Kang.

"Big or small?" Mrs. Wei, who was already in business again, asked the gangsters around him.

"Your mother is seriously ill!" The old man yelled at Mrs. Wei at this time.

The warm voice was gone.

"What?" Wei Wei asked the old immortal.

"Your mother, your mother!" said the old man, "Your mother is seriously ill!"

The corners of Mrs. Wei's mouth twitched, his own mother