Comprehensive martial arts: Beiliang Longson, Li Hanyi asks the sword at the beginning

Chapter 239 Give you some color and see

The middle-aged soldier seemed to be disgusted, so he became a little angry and irritable.

He stared at the girl with fierce eyes and asked sternly: "Little girls, are you from Beiliang?"

The girl was speechless and acquiesced.

Knowing that one old man and one young man were both from Beiliang, the faces of the three soldiers became even more ugly.

The middle-aged soldier was furious and cursed: "Damn it, people from Beiliang actually dare to come to our Qin country to speak out for Beiliang. I think you are lighting a lamp in the toilet and looking for shit!"

The other two young soldiers echoed: "This old guy and this little bitch are really ungrateful!"

"boom!"

The middle-aged soldier slammed the table hard, and then said arrogantly: "Little girl, what you just did made me very unhappy."

"If you don't want anything to happen, just sing another song right away. It's not good to sing about Beiliang!"

The three soldiers belonging to Qin's southern border army all fought with soldiers from Beiliang, and they were all very hostile to Beiliang.

Compared to other Qin people, these three soldiers were undoubtedly more unhappy with their grandfather and granddaughter.

Faced with the threats and intimidation of the middle-aged soldiers, Zheng Dafeng and Eryu were not afraid.

The old man said kindly: "We, grandfather and granddaughter, are just promoting the goodness of our hometown. The military master does not need to be so angry."

The middle-aged soldier didn't buy it and said with a fierce look on his face: "I don't want to hear your explanation."

"Just do what I want, otherwise don't blame me for bullying you!"

Zheng Dafeng, who was once a soldier of Beiliang, heard the middle-aged soldier's words and said, "Soldiers of the Qin State, who claim to be the strongest empire, are they really so small-minded that they insist on bullying us, the young and the weak?" ?”

Zheng Dafeng's words made the three Qin soldiers unable to answer.

The current trend in the Qin State is that everyone proudly believes that the Qin State is the strongest and should unify the world and create eternal peace.

As a Qin soldier who attacked Li State, this idea can be said to be deeply ingrained.

And since Qin soldiers have such high self-esteem, how can they do anything to bully the old, young and weak?
If you do it, it will only make people laugh.

For a time, the three Qin soldiers were in trouble.

After a while, the middle-aged soldier still couldn't swallow his breath.

So he took out another piece of broken silver and threw it at the old and the young, and said in a tone that left no doubt: "Since you are paid to do things, tell me about the good things about Qin!"

Zheng Dafeng, who was hit by broken silver coins, was not angry, but still said calmly: "Master, I'm sorry, our grandson and granddaughter can sing the lyrics of our hometown, so we are not capable of taking on your job. "

Obviously, Zheng Dafeng directly rejected the middle-aged soldier.

The already displeased middle-aged soldier seemed to be completely irritated. He stared at Zheng Dafeng and said viciously: "I don't care whether you know it or not, you have to say it!"

"If you don't tell me, you won't be able to leave this inn peacefully today!"

Neither the old man nor the young man answered, and the meaning was self-evident.

"Don't eat and drink a toast!"

The middle-aged soldier was so angry that he pulled out the long knife hanging from his waist and walked towards the old man and the young man menacingly.

Although she traveled with her grandfather and experienced many storms, when the girl saw this, there was still a trace of worry in her eyes.

As for the old man named Zheng Dafeng, he was always happy and fearless.

Seeing that the middle-aged soldier was about to take action, he pressed his right hand on the handle of the short knife inserted behind his back, ready to respond at any time.

Zheng Dafeng and Eryu came to Qin just to tell stories and did not want to conflict with anyone.

Although he was not afraid of the soldiers of the Qin State, Zheng Dafeng still wanted to avoid taking action if he could. He said to the middle-aged soldier who rushed forward: "I hope this military master will not force others to do anything."

The middle-aged soldier raised the long knife in his hand and pointed it at Zheng Dafeng, and said viciously: "I will force others to do something difficult for me today!"

Zheng Dafeng's eyes gradually turned cold when he saw that the middle-aged soldier refused to give up.

If it weren't for your granddaughter, I would have fallen out with you long ago!As a former soldier of Beiliang, Zheng Dafeng has always been a small soldier, but he is very strong and bloody.

If he were alone, he would not be pampered by the middle-aged soldiers, but would take life and death lightly and do it if he didn't accept it!
It's a pity that he had to be more cautious because of his granddaughter's safety.

The middle-aged soldier stared at Zheng Dafeng sternly and threatened unscrupulously: "Old man, are you going to say something good about Qin?"

"If you don't tell me, I will chop off your granddaughter's fingers first so that she can never talk about Pipa again!"

When Zheng Dafeng heard this, his face darkened.

"Eryu, come behind grandpa."

The girl, who was not as courageous as her grandfather, followed his instructions and walked behind him.

Of course, she was still holding her baby Pipa.

"Humph!"

The middle-aged soldier snorted coldly, waved his hand and said: "You two come here and arrest this little bitch!"

When the two young soldiers heard this, they stood up without hesitation and walked towards the old man and the young man.

Seeing that the two young soldiers were about to attack his granddaughter, Zheng Dafeng reached out and held the handle of the knife.

Just when the fight was about to break out.

The sound of a Buddhist chant came from outside the inn.

"Amitabha."

Accompanied by a surge of sublime Qi flowing into the inn.

An old monk wearing an old yellow cassock, thin, kind-hearted, and with white eyebrows slowly walked into the inn.

After the old monk stood still, he looked at the three Qin soldiers and said calmly: "It is really inappropriate for the three donors to bully the old, young and weak."

It was obvious that the old monk wanted to help the grandfather and granddaughter.

The middle-aged soldier glared at the old monk and scolded: "Where did this old bald donkey dare to interfere in my affairs and not want to live anymore?"

The old monk clasped his hands in front of him and said slowly: "Amitabha, the poor monk Nagarjuna, comes from the Liangchan Temple in Liguo. He happened to pass through this place and encountered injustice, so he had to take care of it."

"It turns out he's an old bald donkey from Li Guo. No wonder he came out to meddle in other people's business."

The middle-aged soldier first sneered twice, and then scolded in a stern voice: "Old bald donkey, get out of here, or I will deal with you too!"

The old monk who claimed to be from Liangchan Temple and whose Buddhist name was Nagarjuna had no intention of leaving at all and stood still.

"If the three donors have any dissatisfaction, they can vent it on the poor monk."

The old monk kept his attitude very low: "I only ask the three donors not to embarrass the old and the young."

The middle-aged soldier seemed to have lost his patience and said viciously: "Since you, an old bald donkey, don't know what to do, I'll give you some color first."

"Enter you two."

Two young soldiers obeyed the orders of the middle-aged soldier.

Upon hearing this, the two of them rushed towards the old monk without saying a word.

Seeing this scene, everyone else in the inn felt that something was going to happen to the old monk.

Only Zhao Wuji and Xu Fengnian thought that the old monk would be fine.

Because Zhao Wuji and Xu Fengnian both knew that if the old monk was really the Nagarjuna monk from the Liangchan Temple, these Qin soldiers could not hurt him at all.

After all, Monk Nagarjuna is the abbot of Liangchan Temple, Li Dangxin’s master, and an accomplished monk.

How can ordinary people pose a threat to it?

(End of this chapter)