"Don't show off. I just said that even if your master comes, he may not be able to get a chance under my hands. It's not a false statement." After hundreds of punches, Wu Shuang's clothes did not move at all, and dust rose everywhere in her long clothes, but she was still as motionless as a mountain. Yan Siguan's fists had long exposed their white bones, and blood was scattered, and he still punched continuously.

"Shiguan, I said stop." Cheng Jingdong roared, and even his voice was trembling slightly. He lost too much blood and was angry. Cheng Jingdong's legs were weak and he fell to the ground. Yan Siguan then retracted his fists and wanted to pinch the head master to make him awake, but Wu Shuang stopped him: "What can I do if he looks like now? I don't look at the look of your head master, how different is it from the dead. It's better to use this free time to let him rest for a night and make plans tomorrow." Although the man was so angry about the fat man's previous actions, he had to agree with what Wu Shuang said at this time. He snorted coldly, as if he ignored the bleak appearance of his hands, put his arms on his shoulders on his left and right half and half to pull back to the inner room.

Wu Shuang was still sitting cross-legged on the side of the screen, her eyes closed slightly, thinking about things, and Yun Zhong could clearly see clearly that Yan Siguan swung more than a hundred fists like a tiger, not only hurting himself, but also had no remaining strength left. His steps were empty and he could barely support him in one breath to avoid falling to the ground. At this time, he was holding the two people, and the inner room was only twenty steps apart. The man was really hard to take. The boy couldn't bear it and wanted to help the man help Cheng Jingdong, who had fainted, but was scolded by the man.

"Go aside."

There are really such ungrateful people in the world? If you can't stand steadily, why bother to learn from those heroes? If you send someone to help, you won't lose a few pieces of meat. The boy was very confused, but it was not easy to get angry. The man's eyes were red at this time. He was not Wu Shuang, and he might have broken muscles and bones after being punched a few times. Since the man was not grateful, Yun Zhong did not have the intention to force him to help him. Perhaps the boy himself hadn't noticed it. He saw more and more clearly about the affairs of the world. He was like a rice to feed hundreds of people, such as an old snake, a Wang Kongding, a Cheng Jingdong, and a stubborn Yansiguan. It seemed that he had the taste of the world. It was difficult to explain clearly, and it was even more difficult to judge.

"On the same time, it's cool and tight."

Wu Shuang, who was sitting aside, heard this, and the corners of her mouth twitched.

It was already late at night, and the master and apprentice naturally wanted to find a place to rest. The two of them consciously entered the side room where they stayed two days ago. The boy was not asleep during the day and was about to fall asleep by Wu Shuang. He flew straight back to Qinghe Garden to watch the show. He was naturally sleepy and crossed his knees and rushed to the bottleneck of his heart three times. Before he knew it, he fell to sleep.

On the second day, when the day was three o'clock, someone knocked on the door, and it was the pale-faced Cheng Jingdong and Yan Siguan.

The three of them were still sitting at the stone table in the yard. However, this time, Cheng Jingdong did not pour tea, but stood up solemnly and said, "Don't blame Shiguan for what happened yesterday. He has always been like this. I have talked with him several times, but he is still as stubborn as before. Yesterday, I shouldn't have taken action against him. I'll compensate him for him. I hope he can help him." As he spoke, he wanted to bow again, but Wu Shuang was lifted up lightly and could not lower his body. Yan Siguan on one side seemed not surprised. There were not many people who could withstand his fists like a sudden rain, but as unscathed as Wu Shuang, he didn't even move. This was the first time he saw him. I was afraid that this man was a martial arts master, otherwise he would not have a friendship with his master who was the dragon who had no head or tail.

"It's not a question of rescue, it's just the whole story. Can you tell me about it?" While speaking, Wu Shuang looked back at the screen. The meaning of the words was self-evident.

When Cheng Jingdong heard this, he sighed and accidentally saw Yan Siguan frowning and lowered his voice, "It's okay, senior is not a vicious person. If you feel uncomfortable, go back to the room to rest for a while. Your hands are seriously injured. When I look for a time without anyone, go to the pharmacy and ask for some golden sore medicine for you." The man went back to the room to rest, Cheng Jingdong smiled miserably at Wu Shuang, stretched out his left hand, and wiped it hard on his face. Others could not see the clues, but who is Wu Shuang? Cheng Jingdong's face was originally a thick layer of gouache, and under a touch, most of the gouache on his face was exposed, revealing the original background color, but it was paler than when applied, which could be called a faceless look.

"My family has been an actor who has been on stage for generations. I learned opera with my parents at the age of three. When I first learned opera, I was a famous actress in the eight shops in Ten Villages. My singing voice was the best, so my parents were proud of it. The seniors may not know that the opera industry was particularly respected by the actors, and they were called "the actors of both men, women, young and old" like a female. A woman with a handsome appearance and a delicate singing voice as a singing oriole. Who doesn't like it when she stood on the stage? The actors are the front of the opera troupe. Men can also sing and sing, and how can they tell the male and female?"

"Afterwards, when I was fourteen or fifteen years old, I fell down my voice and became more and more powerless in singing the role. So I had to learn to sing a young actor. The opera troupe was getting worse and worse day by day. It happened that Qiling suddenly suffered malaria, and his parents died of malaria, so the opera troupe naturally dispersed. I fled all the way to this deep mountains and forests, drinking thirsty water in the forest, and when I was hungry, I found some fruits to fill my stomach."

Cheng Jingdong's pale face showed a little reminiscence and looked at the side room, "At that time, I met the temple gate. He was just a seven or eight-year-old child. He asked a group of bandits to catch him and forced herbs to collect herbs. I accidentally fell from a cliff a few feet away. Seeing that the situation was critical, I took him with both hands and broke his arm bones. Fortunately, the child was not seriously injured. Later, he learned to sing opera with me. Although I was not good at it, I stayed in the opera troupe for a long time, and I could also teach him some flowers. After a few years, I took him around, helped people work, hunted in the mountains, and earned some money. I heard that there were many high-ranking officials in Caixiantan, so I took root here and strengthened Qingheyuan."

"Later, I met my current wife Mo Yun, which can be considered in love at first sight. Others say that I have a husband and wife, which is a good omen. I will definitely support each other in the future and make a fortune."

Speaking of this, Cheng Jingdong raised his lips lightly, and he smiled like a woman. For some reason, Wu Shuang felt that on the face of the man sitting opposite him, the man was bright and charming, blending together, and it was natural.

"My wife is a little competitive and wants to win the first place in everything, but now she can't fight for her, so I will fight for her."

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