No matter how bright and bright the sunlight after dusk is, it has just become a scene frame at this moment.
Under the flames all over the sky, in front of the dangerous building that was about to collapse, Yi Xing pulled Fang Shicheng's front robes and roared: "Have you done enough yet?"
The red light reflects his face and Fang Shicheng's eyes.
Fang Shicheng laughed: "A wasteful man is a wasteful man after all. Didn't he even have the strength to capture me? On that day, you were not as depressed as you are now." Suddenly, a palm slashed Yixing's wrist, Yixing felt pain, and his hands loosened.
"Do you know what a man is?" Fang Shichengdao, "Man is the spirit of nature and the lord of nature. Young people are determined to learn, middle-aged people are determined to Taoism, and old people are determined to live. Where is the more important thing for people to know etiquette. But can you understand how rude you are just now?"
He said "hehe" and smiled: "That's right. The Mo family is a group of suffering. Besides farming and ironing, what kind of etiquette do you know about noble people? Oh, I forgot that you are not from the Mo family now. I didn't expect that even Mo Yiqian's old turtle would look down on you and would set you out of the Mo family. Like you, who even look down on a group of extremely stupid misery, what kind of etiquette do I hope you know?"
Fang Shicheng's face turned sharp: "Then we won't be polite!"
The minions beside him naturally understood. The three of them swung their fists as big as vinegar bowls and called Yixing. They didn't stop at the fist, but their legs didn't stop. The three of them swung their twelve limbs together and hummed and worked hard. Seeing that Yixing was unable to resist, they seemed to have dyed shops on their faces and bodies, and they were covered in bright red clothes.
"Don't fight, don't fight!" Banmu forced himself to squeeze in to help Yixing resist, but was lifted by Fang Shicheng on the side with one hand. Fang Shicheng lifted Banmu in mid-air, and suddenly let go and let her fall down. However, the other hand was lifted again when she was about to land. After this, Banmu was already in a coma.
Seeing this, Yi Xing's eyes blew fire and roared, and he was unable to do anything. He opened his mouth and bit a person's thigh. The man blew "ah" and fell to the ground with his thigh.
Ban's eyes were blurred, but Fang Shicheng patted his cheek and heard him say, "Ohoyo, look, look! Our Young Master Yi is really serious. With all his cultivation, he can escape from three people to attack. His arts are really clever! But what is this move just now? Are evil dogs fighting for food or wild dogs fighting for their lives?"
Everyone laughed in unison.
There were two lines of blood hanging on the corner of Yi Xing's mouth, one line of his own, one line of enemy's. His eyes stared at Fang Shicheng like a lone wolf, and he refused to let go of his sight for a moment, as if he wanted to grind his image into his bones.
Ban Tao narrowed her eyes slightly, turned to Yixing for a look, and then looked at Fang Shicheng in front of her. She no longer had the strength. She could neither break free from the constraints nor kill the enemy with her hands, so she had to do one thing.
A small thing.
The sage said that a soldier can be killed but not humiliated.
What else can be more pleasant than doing what is most taboo beyond the belief of some fanatical disciples?
The man made it.
She whipped her mouth, tried her best to aim at Fang Shicheng's face, and then spit at him.
When you walk around the world, you should never mess with two types of people - old women and little women. What's more, the proud masters will never be wary of the weak's counterattack. Those who have always failed in this way are probably the ones who have been involved in this way.
So when Fang Shicheng felt the moist and chill on his face, he was going crazy!
"I want to kill you!" He glared at Ban Tao, and his palm grabbed her neck. Ban Tao showed some relief. She thought: Since Brother Yi is going to be beaten to death, I can't live alone, die sooner or later, but after all, I have to be a pair of Yinshi brothers and sisters on the road to the underworld. Wouldn't it be happier?
Since the desire to die is so cute, there is no more fear.
At this moment, a stingy voice sounded: "Brother, don't!" When I looked, Fang Shiyu, the youngest son of Fang, was brought to her by the servant.
"Sixth Brother, what are you doing?" Fang Shicheng asked, but his hands also retracted their strength and stopped pinching. Ban Taifu relaxed and immediately started coughing.
"She can't die." Fang Shiyu jumped off the servant, ran to Banmu, and asked, "Sister Mom, are you okay?"
Ban Gong nodded, but went to Yixing. When the three minions saw Fang Shiyu coming, they also stopped and stood behind Fang Shicheng.
Fang Shicheng said: "The sixth brother sneaked out again, and his father knew what to do. Fang Wen, take the young master back." The other party said Fang Shiyu, but the latter was Fang Wen, the servant he ordered.
Fang Shiyu said solemnly: "Brother, I will only say one thing. She, you can't move; and her brother, you can't move either. I'm done, you can't play by yourself, I'll leave!" After that, he climbed into Fang Wen's arms, went to the side of the road to buy a candied haw, and left sweetly.
Do you think of a child?
At least Fang Shicheng dared not disobey. He actually took care of the crowd and went to the streets of Renyi as Fang Shiyu said.
The neighbors in Wuyi Lane didn't care about lamenting the experience of the Yi brother and sister, and no one paid attention to where the two of them took their servants. They were just fighting for the common people, and they had to worry about their own family business, and their misfortunes. They had to give extra care and comfort to others. It was really a luxury.
“Where are we going?”
The road ahead was inexplicably, and while rubbing Yixing's wounds, Ban Gong couldn't help but ask. Yixing looked depressed, as if he had become lazy to think. The road ahead was vast, where was he returning home? He was in a very heavy mood. At this age of fourteen, he was still a teenager, but now he had to take on the responsibility of a middle-aged man, and his family was almost crushed.
“Where to go?”
He couldn't help but ask himself, but who can answer him?
Six people, two cars.
On the winding mountain road.
"Young Master, it's going to rain, and this mountain road is no longer easy to walk. There is a mountain temple not far ahead. We will rest there tonight." This is Yi Song, Yi An's younger brother.
Yi Xing nodded without saying a word.
Yi Song sighed and grabbed the whip and drove the car so that he could reach the temple before the rain was heavy.
The second time I left my hometown, I couldn't say the desolation in my heart. The former was accompanied by my father, so I didn't have to worry about everything myself, just like traveling around the mountains and rivers, so I was so happy; but I only had to make the decision on this, but I had little opinion in my heart. Without the training of the world, his qualities were like a chicken that had just emerged from eggshells, fresh and simple.
Fang Shicheng was like a mountain, almost making him breathless, but as a member of the Yi family, escaping made his self-esteem withered. He wished he could sacrifice himself to fight Fang's life, but reason told him that his father was unknown and his mother was still young. How could he bear to abandon another heavier responsibility with the redemption of one responsibility?
It takes courage to die; it takes courage to survive.
Cowards are never those who sleep on firewood and taste gall, but those who are angry and blood splattered five steps. They seem to be heroic, but in fact they are extremely selfish. For the sake of their reputation, they abandon their wives and go to death. Can they really be called "English"?
Being smart and showing off is called heroic, and being brave is called heroic.
"Since I decided to live well, why not live more interesting?" Banmu saw him depressed and wanted to tease him. "When my mother was at home, my father had a bad temper and often scolded her. She was so depressed at that time. But later, I heard from my mother that people should always be happy when they live. What is the business of others, but I must never punish myself for others."
Yixing knew that the little girl was not easy in childhood, so he comforted her: "It's over, and my mother will not live like that again."
"You are not stupid!" Ban Gong argued, "You have found a way to be happy. You find a few jokes or interesting things from other people every day, and laugh and the trouble will naturally disappear. Now the You are telling Brother Yi about his interesting things about Wang Xiucai, the neighbor of you."
I heard from the mother that her neighbor was a wealthy scholar at that time. She gave birth to three daughters, and she looked very handsome. But the second daughter and the third daughter were not good at it. In addition to the eldest daughter marrying a sour scholar, the second daughter married a blacksmith and the third daughter married a manure-cutter.
On this day, Wang Xiucai's birthday, three daughters and three sons-in-law came to pay their birthday together and each gave gifts. Wang Xiucai looked down on his second son-in-law and third son-in-law, so he wanted to tease them. Wang Xiucai said, "I am not good at celebrating my birthday, so I love to talk about a few poems. If you three are filial, they will make one song each, which can be considered as putting me, the old Taishan, in my heart. If you do it well, I will return him a gift, which can be considered as buying some accessories for my daughter. Who will come first?"
The eldest son-in-law took the lead and said, "I'll come first." He lowered his head and pondered for a while, and then said, "It's there." He said, "The heavy snow is like goose feathers, the fast horse walks through the south bridge. The fast horse is back, and the goose feathers float on the water."
Wang Xiucai smiled and said, "It's not bad, the fast horse ran around, but the snowflakes have not yet disappeared, and there is some artistic conception."
The second son-in-law was dissatisfied and said, "If you want this, I have it too." Then, he said, "Throw the iron stick in the water, and run to Tokyo. The fast horse is back, and the iron stick is light on the water."
Wang Xiucai felt chills and said, "It's much worse than the first song."
The second brother was not satisfied and argued: "He is snowflakes, and he can naturally keep it cold on the water and not melt. But I am an iron stick. Isn't it more difficult than his "snowflakes float on the water"?"
Lao Wang smiled but said nothing, so he asked the third brother if he had done it.
The third brother said shyly: "I am ashamed of my father-in-law, I haven't accomplished yet."
Lao Wang's scholar laughed "Haha" and said, "You don't have to be ashamed. If I had known that you were not good at this, I would naturally not be difficult for you. It seems that the leader will be the boss this time!"
The eldest son-in-law bowed and said, "I am ashamed of being accused of taking responsibility."
Suddenly, the scholar Wang was not afraid of farting, and was very embarrassed. The third son-in-law was overjoyed and shouted, "I have it too!" Then he heard him say, "My father-in-law farts, go west. The horse is back, but the fart is not closed yet."
Yi Xing laughed "haha" so hard that he couldn't straighten his waist, and said, "This third son-in-law is really anxious. It's hard for him to be a manure-cutter!"
Before the laughter stopped here, someone shouted outside the car: "Get out!"