City Marshal

Bashu Teahouse is not the most luxurious teahouse in Chengdu, Sichuan, but it is the most popular one. There are many people from different religions and nine cultures. It should be regarded as the most delicious teahouse. Even casual people can order snacks and drink for a few dozen dollars. A pot of tea, and definitely not eye-catching.

In the afternoon, the place is most crowded with people.

At this moment, the side hall of the Bashu Tea House is full of roars and shouts. Some people are enjoying Sichuan Opera leisurely, some are chatting with sips of tea, some are playing mahjong energetically, and some are talking about old-fashioned but still full of enthusiasm. Years of storytelling.

Perhaps because of the approaching of the new year, the joy in the hearts of the citizens is released to the fullest, and seeing others are also happy as usual, and feel that the pressure of life is really insignificant. If you have wine today, you will be drunk today. There is an air of leisure and peace.

One of them held a bottle of local brand liquor, stepped on a chair, and was spitting all over the place: "You haven't seen the young marshal, I can see it, and you say I'm talking big? Then you don't understand the truth. Back then, the young marshal Shuai suppressed horse thieves in Qinghai and rescued a bunch of tourists from Sichuan."

"Your servant, that is me, happens to be one of the tourists."

The man danced and said, "That's why I saw the style of the young commander." This guy was quite eloquent, and he spoke logically in a few words, explaining the cause and effect clearly. What kind, can you see?"

The man took a sip of wine, and the aroma of the wine wafted from the teahouse, then he pulled his clothes on his chest and said with a smile, "What are you talking about? Since I am one of the tourists rescued by the young commander, how could I not see him?" How handsome? The young commander is eight feet tall, and his waist is also eight feet."

One person was startled: "Isn't that Fang's?"

The storyteller looked at the questioner contemptuously, and said sarcastically, "You are too ignorant, the young commander dared to fight against the Majia army who is famous for their viciousness, of course he wore a lot of armor, because of the bulletproof vest , the waist looks naturally thicker."

The audience next to him frowned slightly, shit!Even if you wear bulletproof vests, you won't be eight feet thick!But there was a person who was purely entertaining and shouted impatiently, "Don't refute the book when you tell the book, just listen to it, there is so much nonsense, old Liu, keep talking, I will continue to listen."

The person who was giving a lecture came to supporters, and the interest followed suit: "Young Commander-in-Chief is really majestic and murderous, with big gongs and big eyes, full of beards, and riding a bloody BMW. Holding an eight-foot long knife, one person and one rider charged straight at hundreds of Majia troops."

The audience all nodded in unison, that's exactly what it should be, this way, like the Invincible Young Marshal, he can scare others to death without hitting him!While everyone was feeling emotional, the young man at the table in the far corner touched his chin, raised his head and smiled at a middle-aged man across the way: "Brother, are they talking about me or Guan Gong?"

The young man was naturally Chu Tian. He and the scholar went to the cemetery to pay homage to the old man in the morning, and then took a little time to come here to drink tea and rest, but Chu Tian heard about his own deeds. Accidentally became Guan Gong, a figure of the Three Kingdoms, playing big swords.

"This fame can't be stopped once it comes."

The scholar picked up a peanut and threw it into his mouth, with a playful look in his eyes: "You are very famous in Sichuan now. Although the Wen family has nowhere to go, many people know your loyalty to Lao Wen, and they know more about you. We shared weal and woe back then, so all parties in Sichuan respect you very much.”

"The whole world can despise Wen Lao, but Sichuan can't."

The scholar added a few words: "His greed and ruthlessness are what make Sichuan what it is today."

"So many people are grateful to him, and they respect the young marshal three points."

He picked up a handful of strong wine and sighed softly: "In the turbulent time, when all the supports are fading like the tide, and even Mrs. Wen stabs the knife secretly, only the young marshal will use his flesh and blood to help the old man." One hand, although the matter of the Wen family is still kept secret."

"But the young marshal has already won the respect, at least I am a scholar."

Chu Tian waved his hand lightly, picked up a piece of beef jerky and put it into his mouth: "Why did you talk about it without talking about it? And it's just a simple effort and it's worth your talking for so long? Don't talk so much, I'll talk about it tomorrow Go to Shaolin in the morning, take care of yourself."

"Also, you must go to Qianlong Garden during the Spring Festival."

Chu Tian poured a glass into the scholar's empty wine glass, his expression was as peaceful as ever: "I have prepared a few vats of green bamboo leaves for you, and everyone misses you very much, so you have to come to get together during the Spring Festival no matter what, otherwise I will A fire burned down your courtyard."

Having said that, he breathed out another long breath, and his eyes flashed a trace of loneliness: "I will not be in Qianlong Garden soon, so I cherish every reunion day very much. Although I know you have your pride, but I Chutian I have long regarded you as a brother, so I hope you can come."

Slightly silent, the scholar raised his glass and said, "Okay! I will take Anu there during the Spring Festival."

The two of them clinked their wine glasses together, then drank it down and sighed. The scholar has never been an emotional person, but Chu Tian's words still moved him. After the death of Mr. Wen, the scholar thought that he would never have a confidant again in this life. But Chutian began to make him warm.

The two of them put down their wine glasses, just as they heard that the scholar was still spitting: "The young commander has unstoppable courage, so he rushed into the enemy's line first. , but was stabbed by the young marshal just as soon as they met each other."

"The Ma's troops were all out of control, shouting, wow, that's amazing."

The storyteller had already put down the wine bottle, and his hands were grasping in the air like a maniac: "Young Marshal also snatched the machete from the opponent, hacked and slashed with the machete in both hands, and forced to knock down more than a dozen horse thieves who rushed to the ground. , you don’t know, that’s really bloody rivers that shock the world.”

"Old Liu, wait."

A listener asked again, "He has a knife in both hands, what about the horse?"

When Chu Tian turned his head to see how the storyteller answered, the latter snorted coldly and said contemptuously: "You still don't believe me when I say you have little knowledge. You probably haven't even seen a horse in your life, right? When a real warrior fights on the battlefield, it's all You can control a horse with just two legs, otherwise how can you draw a bow and shoot an arrow?"

The bystanders suddenly realized: "So it is."

The storyteller clenched his fists: "Then dozens of horse thieves rushed towards the young marshal. The young marshal glared at him and hit an enemy horse with the back of his knife with his backhand. What a guy! The horse fell into the air and smashed hard Turned over a dozen horse thieves, and then the young marshal gave a long laugh and rode his horse to kill them again."

"When a person's head falls to the ground, people turn their backs on their backs."

The listener frowned slightly: "Slapping the flying horse with a knife, what kind of strength is this?"But the audience didn't bother to argue again, they came to the teahouse to drink tea for entertainment, although what Lao Liu said was full of mistakes, but it also enriched the afternoon, so they all pricked up their ears and continued to listen.

"The young marshal went back and forth six times, and he killed all the horse thieves."

The storyteller coughed, exhaled a long breath and said: "The few horse thieves who were lucky enough to survive were so frightened that they vomited blood and fled. Cool, BMW, Saber, Young Commander."

He sighed: "The heavy snow is full of knives and bows, nothing more than that."

Just when everyone was being dragged into the hot-blooded scene of Qingqi attacking the enemy by the storyteller, a voice came out coldly: "Pure nonsense, Chu Tian is really so powerful that he won't be beaten all over his body, he was just wandering around Qinghai Lake Now, the encirclement and suppression of horse thieves is all carried out by the military and police."

"Could it be that you think helicopters are inferior to Chutian's machetes?"

Everyone froze for a moment, focused their gazes towards the source of the sound, and saw a beautiful young woman with her lips curled up, her unwillingness and disdain clearly visible on her face, Chu Tian glanced up, and sighed softly to the scholar: "The tree wants to be quiet." And the wind doesn't stop, let's leave early."

He didn't know the girl in front of him, but he had seen a few old acquaintances who were left behind.

"Could it be that you think the military police are inferior to Chutian?"

The young girl still sternly refuted the storyteller, her handsome facial features exuded a sense of arrogance, and her curvaceous body was wrapped in a fashionable white dress. The stunner who secretly swallows his saliva.

The audience felt that the girl seemed to know something inside, and they couldn't help but frown and turned around. They can entertain the content of the story, but they don't have much interest in the real truth. It's their bottom line not to talk about state affairs, so everyone conditioned reflexes keep silent.

The storyteller also picked up the wine bottle, took a few steps back and laughed: "This girl is right, but Lao Liu is just talking nonsense, just to entertain everyone. As for the truth, everyone is not interested, but I hope The girl can be more polite to the young commander."

"Be polite?"

The young girl frowned in disgust and said, "What's so great about Chutian?"

Everyone present was slightly surprised, surprised at the girl's brazen disdain for Chu Tian, ​​who is the young commander?Is there any young man in this world who can be more popular than him?Why did this girl dare to speak like that?What's more, it is Chengdu, Sichuan, where Chutian has a solid foundation.

The storyteller spread his hands, and his smile became mocking: "Young Marshal is indeed nothing special, but it's hard to find someone more remarkable than him in this world. If a girl is not a local, it's best not to belittle her too much, so as not to cause trouble." Say, if you are a local who came back from outside, "

"You can go back and ask your parents, and you will know how great the Young Marshal is."

"Presumptuous! How dare you teach me a lesson!"

The young girl obviously couldn't bear to be taught a lesson by the street people. First she picked up a teapot and threw it at it. After being avoided by the latter, she rushed forward without saying a word, and slapped the storyteller. This woman obviously has some skills, so The extremely fast shot is far from being able to hide from the storyteller.

Just as the audience was about to slap the latter in shock, a hand stretched out.

Chu Tian smiled warmly: "Girl, don't be too tempered."

He released the young girl's strength slightly, and then let the latter back four or five steps to the door. The young woman's eyes showed shock, and she was very shocked. Chu Tian raised her hand and pushed her back, and even made her The whole arm was weak, and even the heart was churning with blood and almost lost control.

The corner of the storyteller's mouth twitched: "Thank you brother."

Chu Tian kept the old peaceful smile on his face, and took out 200 yuan from his hand and handed it to him. Chu Tian had already seen the tray on his table, and he knew that the storyteller was not full of food and kept on telling the book. means, so he smiled and said: "You just said it well."

"This is a small gesture, please accept it, uncle."

The storyteller opened his mouth slightly to say something but was stuffed into his arms by Chu Tian. The scholar who was standing up smiled slightly. This boy is not afraid of being ridiculed and enjoying flattery. At this time, the young woman was shouting to a group of people: "Brother Coyote, Sister Lan'er, someone is bullying me."

"Who is bullying my sister?"

A rough and killing voice shouted, and then Chutian saw his former acquaintance and enemy rushing forward, still unabated from the previous arrogance, but without the saber and purple leaf, they had no background. They stood by the door, and when the tea drinkers were slightly stunned,

The young woman pointed at Chu Tian in front of her and said aggressively, "He!"

"Brother Coyote, he is the one who bullies me!"

Chu Tian smiled faintly: "Coyote, have you recovered?"

There was a harmless smile on Chutian's face, but today there was a chilling meaning in that smile. Coyote and Lan'er had already recognized the person in front of them, and the young woman didn't know Chutian's background and foundation. But they knew it clearly in their hearts, and they absolutely couldn't afford to provoke him.

"Brother Coyote, your friend?"

The young girl frowned: "How do you have such a friend?"

"Caimei, shut up!"

Maybe it was because Chutian broke his limbs and lay on the bed for several months, or maybe it was because he met Chutian again, and the hyena lost a little bit of his former vigor and domineering, and dragged the young woman into the house in Lan'er. When he was behind him, he squeezed out a smile: "Young commander, hello!"

"Caimei is ignorant, please forgive me."

As soon as this remark came out, the whole teahouse fell silent for an instant. No one expected that the young marshal who was discussing enthusiastically was in the teahouse. I didn't expect to get an own goal by mistake and was completely stunned.

Some female tea guests in the teahouse were already attracted by the wonderful stories of the man who told the story, and had a yearning for the legendary brave Chutian. One of the laughs is that being a ghost is also romantic.

At this time, Lan'er also looked at Chu Tian and twitched the corner of her mouth: "Hi, young commander!"

Although she was also unhappy with Chutian in every way, she knew that if she provoked Chutian, she would only make it difficult for her to step down. To quell the incident, she could only deal with it with a forced face and a smile.

"Is he Chu Tian?"

The young woman frowned and said, "You're just a frail scholar!" Then she said a little ignorantly, "Brother Coyote, he was the one who put you in the hospital and lay you in bed for three months? It's unreasonable, we can't let him out this time." Chengdu, I'll find someone to beat him up to vent your anger."

"Caimei, shut up!"

The hyena scolded sharply, and turned murderously at the distant cousin: "Apologize to the young commander!"

Lan'er also dragged out the young girl: "Quickly apologize to the young marshal!"

"Apologies are cheap."

Chu Tian looked at the young girl who was staring at him coldly with his hands behind his back, and said jokingly, "She almost slapped an innocent storyteller just now. Naturally I can’t count it when I see it, so I smack my mouth ten times and get out.”

The young girl's eyes widened: "Why?"

Lan'er also frowned slightly, apparently a little dissatisfied with Chutian's fuss, but she didn't dare to offend Chutian, so she squeezed out a perfunctory smile and looked at Chutian and said, "Young commander, she is young and ignorant, so please let her go." What's more, it hasn't caused any bad consequences."

Coyote also squeezed out a smile: "Young commander has a lot of things to do every day, this little thing..."

"Ten slaps on the mouth just because there were no consequences."

Chu Tian maintained a peaceful smile: "Otherwise I will cripple his hand!" Then he said again: "These dandies who bully the good and fear the evil, if they don't teach them a good lesson, I don't know how many people will suffer. I have nothing to do recently. , I like to step on these unsightly things."

"Let them know that there is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people!"

Having said that, he stepped forward and pointed at the young girl, sneered and said: "Don't accept it, I will give you ten seconds, if you don't slap your mouth ten times, then I will slap you personally, if you are angry and refuse to accept it, You go and move all of your father and father out, and I will not miss it."

Lan'er and Coyote's expressions changed dramatically: I didn't expect Chutian to play so well!

"one two Three……"

When the young girl had an ugly face and began to fear Chutian, Chutian had already started the countdown, and all the diners looked at the intimidating Chutian. There are more people like Chutian in Tianchao,

I don't know how many arrogant playboys are missing all over the country.

"Clap!"

Before Chu Tian counted to ten, the coyote suddenly slapped the young girl's face with his hands. The sound of ten echoed loudly in the teahouse. After a while, the coyote stopped moving and pushed the wronged cousin to Lan'er. Finally, he bit his lip and said to Chu Tian: "Young commander, are you satisfied?"

"very good!"

Chu Tian nodded lightly, and then said lightly, "Next time... don't let me encounter this again!"

Looking at Chu Tianyuan's back, Coyote and the others were full of anger in their eyes.

There is also a hint of pain.Bashu Teahouse is not the most luxurious teahouse in Chengdu, Sichuan, but it is the most popular one. There are many people from different religions and nine cultures. It should be regarded as the most delicious teahouse. Even casual people can order snacks and drink for a few dozen dollars. A pot of tea, and definitely not eye-catching.

In the afternoon, the place is most crowded with people.

At this moment, the side hall of the Bashu Tea House is full of roars and shouts. Some people are enjoying Sichuan Opera leisurely, some are chatting with sips of tea, some are playing mahjong energetically, and some are talking about old-fashioned but still full of enthusiasm. Years of storytelling.

Perhaps because of the approaching of the new year, the joy in the hearts of the citizens is released to the fullest, and seeing others are also happy as usual, and feel that the pressure of life is really insignificant. If you have wine today, you will be drunk today. There is an air of leisure and peace.

One of them held a bottle of local brand liquor, stepped on a chair, and was spitting all over the place: "You haven't seen the young marshal, I can see it, and you say I'm talking big? Then you don't understand the truth. Back then, the young marshal Shuai suppressed horse thieves in Qinghai and rescued a bunch of tourists from Sichuan."

"Your servant, that is me, happens to be one of the tourists."

The man danced and said, "That's why I saw the style of the young commander." This guy was quite eloquent, and he spoke logically in a few words, explaining the cause and effect clearly. What kind, can you see?"

The man took a sip of wine, and the aroma of the wine wafted from the teahouse, then he pulled his clothes on his chest and said with a smile, "What are you talking about? Since I am one of the tourists rescued by the young commander, how could I not see him?" How handsome? The young commander is eight feet tall, and his waist is also eight feet."

One person was startled: "Isn't that Fang's?"

The storyteller looked at the questioner contemptuously, and said sarcastically, "You are too ignorant, the young commander dared to fight against the Majia army who is famous for their viciousness, of course he wore a lot of armor, because of the bulletproof vest , the waist looks naturally thicker."

The audience next to him frowned slightly, shit!Even if you wear bulletproof vests, you won't be eight feet thick!But there was a person who was purely entertaining and shouted impatiently, "Don't refute the book when you tell the book, just listen to it, there is so much nonsense, old Liu, keep talking, I will continue to listen."

The person who was giving a lecture came to supporters, and the interest followed suit: "Young Commander-in-Chief is really majestic and murderous, with big gongs and big eyes, full of beards, and riding a bloody BMW. Holding an eight-foot long knife, one person and one rider charged straight at hundreds of Majia troops."

The audience all nodded in unison, that's exactly what it should be, this way, like the Invincible Young Marshal, he can scare others to death without hitting him!While everyone was feeling emotional, the young man at the table in the far corner touched his chin, raised his head and smiled at a middle-aged man across the way: "Brother, are they talking about me or Guan Gong?"

The young man was naturally Chu Tian. He and the scholar went to the cemetery to pay homage to the old man in the morning, and then took a little time to come here to drink tea and rest, but Chu Tian heard about his own deeds. Accidentally became Guan Gong, a figure of the Three Kingdoms, playing big swords.

"This fame can't be stopped once it comes."

The scholar picked up a peanut and threw it into his mouth, with a playful look in his eyes: "You are very famous in Sichuan now. Although the Wen family has nowhere to go, many people know your loyalty to Lao Wen, and they know more about you. We shared weal and woe back then, so all parties in Sichuan respect you very much.”

"The whole world can despise Wen Lao, but Sichuan can't."

The scholar added a few words: "His greed and ruthlessness are what make Sichuan what it is today."

"So many people are grateful to him, and they respect the young marshal three points."

He picked up a handful of strong wine and sighed softly: "In the turbulent time, when all the supports are fading like the tide, and even Mrs. Wen stabs the knife secretly, only the young marshal will use his flesh and blood to help the old man." One hand, although the matter of the Wen family is still kept secret."

"But the young marshal has already won the respect, at least I am a scholar."

Chu Tian waved his hand lightly, picked up a piece of beef jerky and put it into his mouth: "Why did you talk about it without talking about it? And it's just a simple effort and it's worth your talking for so long? Don't talk so much, I'll talk about it tomorrow Go to Shaolin in the morning, take care of yourself."

"Also, you must go to Qianlong Garden during the Spring Festival."

Chu Tian poured a glass into the scholar's empty wine glass, his expression was as peaceful as ever: "I have prepared a few vats of green bamboo leaves for you, and everyone misses you very much, so you have to come to get together during the Spring Festival no matter what, otherwise I will A fire burned down your courtyard."

Having said that, he breathed out another long breath, and his eyes flashed a trace of loneliness: "I will not be in Qianlong Garden soon, so I cherish every reunion day very much. Although I know you have your pride, but I Chutian I have long regarded you as a brother, so I hope you can come."

Slightly silent, the scholar raised his glass and said, "Okay! I will take Anu there during the Spring Festival."

The two of them clinked their wine glasses together, then drank it down and sighed. The scholar has never been an emotional person, but Chu Tian's words still moved him. After the death of Mr. Wen, the scholar thought that he would never have a confidant again in this life. But Chutian began to make him warm.

The two of them put down their wine glasses, just as they heard that the scholar was still spitting: "The young commander has unstoppable courage, so he rushed into the enemy's line first. , but was stabbed by the young marshal just as soon as they met each other."

"The Ma's troops were all out of control, shouting, wow, that's amazing."

The storyteller had already put down the wine bottle, and his hands were grasping in the air like a maniac: "Young Marshal also snatched the machete from the opponent, hacked and slashed with the machete in both hands, and forced to knock down more than a dozen horse thieves who rushed to the ground. , you don’t know, that’s really bloody rivers that shock the world.”

"Old Liu, wait."

A listener asked again, "He has a knife in both hands, what about the horse?"

When Chu Tian turned his head to see how the storyteller answered, the latter snorted coldly and said contemptuously: "You still don't believe me when I say you have little knowledge. You probably haven't even seen a horse in your life, right? When a real warrior fights on the battlefield, it's all You can control a horse with just two legs, otherwise how can you draw a bow and shoot an arrow?"

The bystanders suddenly realized: "So it is."

The storyteller clenched his fists: "Then dozens of horse thieves rushed towards the young marshal. The young marshal glared at him and hit an enemy horse with the back of his knife with his backhand. What a guy! The horse fell into the air and smashed hard Turned over a dozen horse thieves, and then the young marshal gave a long laugh and rode his horse to kill them again."

"When a person's head falls to the ground, people turn their backs on their backs."

The listener frowned slightly: "Slapping the flying horse with a knife, what kind of strength is this?"But the audience didn't bother to argue again, they came to the teahouse to drink tea for entertainment, although what Lao Liu said was full of mistakes, but it also enriched the afternoon, so they all pricked up their ears and continued to listen.

"The young marshal went back and forth six times, and he killed all the horse thieves."

The storyteller coughed, exhaled a long breath and said: "The few horse thieves who were lucky enough to survive were so frightened that they vomited blood and fled. Cool, BMW, Saber, Young Commander."

He sighed: "The heavy snow is full of knives and bows, nothing more than that."

Just when everyone was being dragged into the hot-blooded scene of Qingqi attacking the enemy by the storyteller, a voice came out coldly: "Pure nonsense, Chu Tian is really so powerful that he won't be beaten all over his body, he was just wandering around Qinghai Lake Now, the encirclement and suppression of horse thieves is all carried out by the military and police."

"Could it be that you think helicopters are inferior to Chutian's machetes?"

Everyone froze for a moment, focused their gazes towards the source of the sound, and saw a beautiful young woman with her lips curled up, her unwillingness and disdain clearly visible on her face, Chu Tian glanced up, and sighed softly to the scholar: "The tree wants to be quiet." And the wind doesn't stop, let's leave early."

He didn't know the girl in front of him, but he had seen a few old acquaintances who were left behind.

"Could it be that you think the military police are inferior to Chutian?"

The young girl still sternly refuted the storyteller, her handsome facial features exuded a sense of arrogance, and her curvaceous body was wrapped in a fashionable white dress. The stunner who secretly swallows his saliva.

The audience felt that the girl seemed to know something inside, and they couldn't help but frown and turned around. They can entertain the content of the story, but they don't have much interest in the real truth. It's their bottom line not to talk about state affairs, so everyone conditioned reflexes keep silent.

The storyteller also picked up the wine bottle, took a few steps back and laughed: "This girl is right, but Lao Liu is just talking nonsense, just to entertain everyone. As for the truth, everyone is not interested, but I hope The girl can be more polite to the young commander."

"Be polite?"

The young girl frowned in disgust and said, "What's so great about Chutian?"

Everyone present was slightly surprised, surprised at the girl's brazen disdain for Chu Tian, ​​who is the young commander?Is there any young man in this world who can be more popular than him?Why did this girl dare to speak like that?What's more, it is Chengdu, Sichuan, where Chutian has a solid foundation.

The storyteller spread his hands, and his smile became mocking: "Young Marshal is indeed nothing special, but it's hard to find someone more remarkable than him in this world. If a girl is not a local, it's best not to belittle her too much, so as not to cause trouble." Say, if you are a local who came back from outside, "

"You can go back and ask your parents, and you will know how great the Young Marshal is."

"Presumptuous! How dare you teach me a lesson!"

The young girl obviously couldn't bear to be taught a lesson by the street people. First she picked up a teapot and threw it at it. After being avoided by the latter, she rushed forward without saying a word, and slapped the storyteller. This woman obviously has some skills, so The extremely fast shot is far from being able to hide from the storyteller.

Just as the audience was about to slap the latter in shock, a hand stretched out.

Chu Tian smiled warmly: "Girl, don't be too tempered."

He released the young girl's strength slightly, and then let the latter back four or five steps to the door. The young woman's eyes showed shock, and she was very shocked. Chu Tian raised her hand and pushed her back, and even made her The whole arm was weak, and even the heart was churning with blood and almost lost control.

The corner of the storyteller's mouth twitched: "Thank you brother."

Chu Tian kept the old peaceful smile on his face, and took out 200 yuan from his hand and handed it to him. Chu Tian had already seen the tray on his table, and he knew that the storyteller was not full of food and kept on telling the book. means, so he smiled and said: "You just said it well."

"This is a small gesture, please accept it, uncle."

The storyteller opened his mouth slightly to say something but was stuffed into his arms by Chu Tian. The scholar who was standing up smiled slightly. This boy is not afraid of being ridiculed and enjoying flattery. At this time, the young woman was shouting to a group of people: "Brother Coyote, Sister Lan'er, someone is bullying me."

"Who is bullying my sister?"

A rough and killing voice shouted, and then Chutian saw his former acquaintance and enemy rushing forward, still unabated from the previous arrogance, but without the saber and purple leaf, they had no background. They stood by the door, and when the tea drinkers were slightly stunned,

The young woman pointed at Chu Tian in front of her and said aggressively, "He!"

"Brother Coyote, he is the one who bullies me!"

Chu Tian smiled faintly: "Coyote, have you recovered?"

There was a harmless smile on Chutian's face, but today there was a chilling meaning in that smile. Coyote and Lan'er had already recognized the person in front of them, and the young woman didn't know Chutian's background and foundation. But they knew it clearly in their hearts, and they absolutely couldn't afford to provoke him.

"Brother Coyote, your friend?"

The young girl frowned: "How do you have such a friend?"

"Caimei, shut up!"

Maybe it was because Chutian broke his limbs and lay on the bed for several months, or maybe it was because he met Chutian again, and the hyena lost a little bit of his former vigor and domineering, and dragged the young woman into the house in Lan'er. When he was behind him, he squeezed out a smile: "Young commander, hello!"

"Caimei is ignorant, please forgive me."

As soon as this remark came out, the whole teahouse fell silent for an instant. No one expected that the young marshal who was discussing enthusiastically was in the teahouse. I didn't expect to get an own goal by mistake and was completely stunned.

Some female tea guests in the teahouse were already attracted by the wonderful stories of the man who told the story, and had a yearning for the legendary brave Chutian. One of the laughs is that being a ghost is also romantic.

At this time, Lan'er also looked at Chu Tian and twitched the corner of her mouth: "Hi, young commander!"

Although she was also unhappy with Chutian in every way, she knew that if she provoked Chutian, she would only make it difficult for her to step down. To quell the incident, she could only deal with it with a forced face and a smile.

"Is he Chu Tian?"

The young woman frowned and said, "You're just a frail scholar!" Then she said a little ignorantly, "Brother Coyote, he was the one who put you in the hospital and lay you in bed for three months? It's unreasonable, we can't let him out this time." Chengdu, I'll find someone to beat him up to vent your anger."

"Caimei, shut up!"

The hyena scolded sharply, and turned murderously at the distant cousin: "Apologize to the young commander!"

Lan'er also dragged out the young girl: "Quickly apologize to the young marshal!"

"Apologies are cheap."

Chu Tian looked at the young girl who was staring at him coldly with his hands behind his back, and said jokingly, "She almost slapped an innocent storyteller just now. Naturally I can’t count it when I see it, so I smack my mouth ten times and get out.”

The young girl's eyes widened: "Why?"

Lan'er also frowned slightly, apparently a little dissatisfied with Chutian's fuss, but she didn't dare to offend Chutian, so she squeezed out a perfunctory smile and looked at Chutian and said, "Young commander, she is young and ignorant, so please let her go." What's more, it hasn't caused any bad consequences."

Coyote also squeezed out a smile: "Young commander has a lot of things to do every day, this little thing..."

"Ten slaps on the mouth just because there were no consequences."

Chu Tian maintained a peaceful smile: "Otherwise I will cripple his hand!" Then he said again: "These dandies who bully the good and fear the evil, if they don't teach them a good lesson, I don't know how many people will suffer. I have nothing to do recently. , I like to step on these unsightly things."

"Let them know that there is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people!"

Having said that, he stepped forward and pointed at the young girl, sneered and said: "Don't accept it, I will give you ten seconds, if you don't slap your mouth ten times, then I will slap you personally, if you are angry and refuse to accept it, You go and move all of your father and father out, and I will not miss it."

Lan'er and Coyote's expressions changed dramatically: I didn't expect Chutian to play so well!

"one two Three……"

When the young girl had an ugly face and began to fear Chutian, Chutian had already started the countdown, and all the diners looked at the intimidating Chutian. There are more people like Chutian in Tianchao,

I don't know how many arrogant playboys are missing all over the country.

"Clap!"

Before Chu Tian counted to ten, the coyote suddenly slapped the young girl's face with his hands. The sound of ten echoed loudly in the teahouse. After a while, the coyote stopped moving and pushed the wronged cousin to Lan'er. Finally, he bit his lip and said to Chu Tian: "Young commander, are you satisfied?"

"very good!"

Chu Tian nodded lightly, and then said lightly, "Next time... don't let me encounter this again!"

Looking at Chu Tianyuan's back, Coyote and the others were full of anger in their eyes.

There is also a hint of pain.