My filial piety has deteriorated, so I have no choice but to be a rebellious disciple

She planned to exchange the sword strip for copper coins before going back.

Because Aunt Wang, the steward of the orphanage, has warned herself over and over again: Don't take the garbage home, next time you see it, just throw it away!

Although it wasn't long before leaving for dinner, Zheng Si'er believed that running back and forth in the city with her feet was more than enough.

Even holding the sword made of pure iron, she still ran very fast.

It was like a ray of cheerful breeze between heaven and earth, passing by in a hurry.

Pedestrians on the street couldn't even see her figure clearly, they only felt that a small figure was passing by them in the blink of an eye.

Zheng Si'er was happily running on the streets of the city. She was already imagining the scene of giving Li Bo the newly bought crutches, and a faint smile unconsciously hung on the corner of her mouth.

Just when she turned into a narrow and dark alley familiarly and wanted to take a shortcut, a man's shouting and cursing attracted her attention.

"You little stinky beggar, bitch, who allows you to beg for money on this road?"

"Do you know that the land in the west of the city belongs to my Lord Tiger?"

The answering voice was small and weak.

"I...I don't know..."

Zheng Si'er's ears twitched slightly, and gradually slowed down, frowning and looking into the depths of the alley.

The shouting and cursing continued.

"Don't know? Oh! Now you know!"

"If you want to ask for money on this street, you have to pay tribute to me every day, do you hear me?"

The small voice tremblingly replied:

"I know...I know..."

"As long as you know, it's your first offense, so I'll spare you the pain of your skin and flesh, and just hand over all the money you have. It's considered you've paid your respects to the mountain."

"But I haven't got the money yet..."

"Fuck you! You little bastard still wants to lie to Lord Tiger? Hand it over! Don't toast or eat fine wine!"

"Woooooo~"

The beggar seemed to be frightened and cried by the fierce voice.

"Master, please let me go... woo woo woo... I really have no money..."

The little beggar cowered in the corner in fear, seeing that the tall man who called himself Lord Tiger was about to reach out to him.

"stop!"

Suddenly there was a bang, and the two people in the alley all looked towards the place where the sound came from.

Master Hu looked back, at first he thought he had encountered some official or a righteous man, but when he saw Zheng Si'er, who was thin and thin, he suddenly laughed wantonly.

"Who am I? Now this kind of brat wants to come out and meddle in his own business?"

Zheng Si'er frowned and looked at the trembling beggar in the corner and the tall and fierce man. Combined with the previous conversation, she instantly understood.

Under the bright and bright world, there is still this kind of bullying of the weak.

If others might find it fishy, ​​they just pretend they didn't see it.

But no one told her that Zheng Si'er couldn't melt any sand into her eyes.

Zheng Si'er extra episode ([-])

Seeing that local ruffian grinning grinningly, he was getting closer and closer to him.

The young Zheng Si'er didn't panic at all, she held a sword in her hand, crossed her arms with her chest, and her expression was calm and composed.

"Do you know who I am?"

Master Hu was taken aback for a moment, stopped his gradual approach, and then burst out laughing, as if he heard some very funny joke.

"Hahahaha!"

He slapped his thigh fiercely, choked his throat from laughing, and started coughing loudly again.

"Ahem, hahaha! You're just a yellow-haired brat, you think you're a hero with a stick? Hahahaha!"

Zheng Sier Qiong wrinkled her nose slightly, and argued dissatisfiedly:

"This is the sword strip!"

"Good good! Sword!"

Master Hu straightened up, looking at Zheng Si'er with a playful look in his eyes.

As he slowly approached Zheng Si'er, he clasped his fists with both hands, making a crunching sound.

"I don't care what you bring, since you dare to be such a young bird, then be prepared to cut off your limbs!"

"You run!"

The little beggar screamed urgently and suddenly hugged Master Hu's calf.

This Mr. Tiger is not someone to be trifled with. Just his arms, which are several times thicker than his own thighs, cannot be compared to the fool with thin arms and legs in front of him.

"Fuck you."

As soon as Master Tiger kicked his legs, the little beggar who was hugging his lap flew straight out and hit the wall of the alley heavily.

"what!"

The little beggar fell to the ground with a plop, his thin body seemed to be falling apart, and he curled up like a prawn in pain.

"How dare you hurt someone here!"

Zheng Sirer looked at all this, and a raging anger suddenly arose in her heart.

"What? What can you do to me?"

Master Hu spat on the ground and laughed triumphantly, as if mocking Zheng Si'er's incompetence.

Zheng Si'er's face darkened.

She casually inserted the rusty sword into the mud beside her, then stood still with her left foot, drew a semicircle with her right foot on the ground, stretched her shoulders, made a fist with one hand, and formed a palm with the other, across her chest .

"Yo! Is there still a little show?"

Master Hu sneered disapprovingly, but in an instant, a very fast black shadow rushed in front of him.

A powerful and heavy fist hit Master Hu on the chin in the blink of an eye.

He groaned in pain, his eyes suddenly went dark, and he immediately became dizzy.

The whole person was so dizzy that he couldn't stand upright, he staggered back a few steps, and only took a breath when he supported the wall.

Master Hu looked at the skinny kid in front of him in horror, his eyes were bigger than a gong.

"His grandma's hands are so strong? What's the origin of this brat?"

Zheng Si'er's face was calm, her fists were still in a stance.

"I don't change my name when I'm going, and I don't change my surname when I'm sitting. That's true for Brother Que from the west of the city!"

"You are that bird brother?!"

Master Hu's face was full of shock.

He had long heard that there were some brothers on the road in the east of the city, and he had made his mind to the orphanage in the west of the city. He planned to kidnap a few of them back, and then break off his limbs and use them to beg for money.

But in the end, they were all swollen noses and bruises, and ran back disheveled with their tails between their legs.

I asked them what happened, but I didn't want to say anything. I just said that a man named Brother Que beat them. I thought it was some kind of martial arts expert, but I didn't expect it to be the yellow-haired boy in front of me!

No wonder I didn't want to say anything at the time!

The expression on Lord Tiger's face immediately subsided, and changed into a disgusting pinched smile.

"Oh! So you are Brother Que! I really don't know Taishan, so I apologize to you!"

With that said, he was about to bow and apologize to Zheng Si'er.

"It's good to know, don't let me see you doing evil and bullying the weak here in the future!"

"Hey! Hey! Definitely! Definitely!"

Zheng Si'er saw that he was subdued, so she let go of her guard and put back her posture.

"Be careful behind you!"

The little beggar lying on the ground suddenly yelled.

A gust of wind blew from behind her head, and Zheng Si'er turned her head suddenly, and saw a thick and long wooden stick getting bigger and bigger in her eyes.

boom!

The stick hit Zheng Si'er directly in the face without mercy.

"Hey! It doesn't matter what you are, Brother Que or Brother Que, it's so boring to fight against your master Tiger!"

Master Tiger laughed sadly a few times.

He thought this was the end of the matter, but it was beyond his expectation.

Zheng Si'er took the sap stick behind her with her face and didn't fall down directly. Instead, she swayed, stood up straight again, and even reached out her hand to grab the wooden stick that hit her face.

"Leopard! What the hell are you doing without eating!"

The man called Leopard also had a look of disbelief.

Just now I used a lot of strength, how can this child still stand? !

Leopard twitched the wooden stick in his hand, but it was difficult to move at all.

Click!

The wooden stick broke at the sound, and both Leopard and Master Tiger looked at the thin Zheng Si'er with monster-like expressions.

"If you refuse to change despite repeated admonishment, you should be beaten!"

Zheng Si'er threw the half of the wooden stick in her hand to the ground, and said in a cold voice.

"Damn it! This little brat is very evil! Get away!"

Master Hu just wanted to run away, but Zheng Si'er tripped over his feet and fell to the ground like a dog eating shit.

Zheng Sier looked at him condescendingly, fists and feet rained down like raindrops.

"Ah! I was wrong! Uncle, spare your life! Brother Que, spare your life!"

"Stop hitting! I don't dare anymore! Please let the little one go! Ah!"

The miserable cry echoed in the alley and lingered for a long time.

After a while, Mr. Tiger and Leopard, whose entire faces were swollen into pig heads, rolled and crawled out of the alley, running wildly as if there were some man-eating beasts behind them.

Zheng Si'er clapped her palms, snorted softly, bent down and pulled out the rusty sword bar on the ground again.

She approached the little beggar curled up in a corner, squatted down, and said softly:

"Are you okay? Does it still hurt now?"

The little beggar hugged his knees and shivered, as if he was afraid of Zheng Si'er in front of him.

"It's okay, my sister is not a bad person, I have already beaten them away!"

"elder sister?"

The little beggar froze for a moment, and the fear in his eyes faded a lot.

Zheng Sier asked again:

"What's your name?"

"My name is Lian Er!"

The little beggar said timidly.

"Your family..."

Zheng Si'er asked halfway, then suddenly stopped talking.