Need for a Guard

Nan Batian was extremely unbalanced: I am Qianhu, and Tian Fen is also Qianhu. Why can he accompany the Commander around and go into the temple to offer incense, while he can only work hard, guarding the temple under the scorching sun? door?

What's more, he is still the godson of Commander-in-Chief!

Why is Tian Fen's status so detached when he is also a fifth-rank official with a thousand households?Am I inferior to him?

After thinking about it this way, Nan Batian was filled with resentment, and his heart that was already on fire was filled with oil again, and the fire was burning ragingly. He had already deeply realized that his position had been challenged unprecedentedly. The powerful opponent has already taken the lead and ran in front of him.

If I don't work hard to catch up with this step, I'm afraid it will affect the future of my life.

Nan Batian was thinking about troublesome things with an angry expression on his face, but it was already Si time, that is, more than ten o'clock in the morning, and the common people who came to offer incense were already getting a little impatient.

The eighth day of September is a very important day for all people to worship. It only happens once a year. If you miss it, you will have to wait until next year. This is the greatest pain for the people who depend on the sky and are extremely devout to the gods.

The hot weather caused boredom, and thousands of people began to whisper and discuss in low voices.

Nan Batian waved the mother-child double-edged knife, drew a beautiful arc in the sun, stared at his eyes and shouted: "No discussion, no tampering, those who disobey the order will be killed without mercy."

The savage intimidation and the shining steel knife suppressed the dissatisfaction of the crowd a lot, but after all, some people in the crowd were complaining in a low voice.

Sanmao was wearing a tattered patched clothes, squeezed in the crowd, with a pair of clear eyeballs rolling around, looking for the favorite 'prey'.

After squeezing through more than ten people, five taels of silver went into his pocket. Satisfied, he began to observe his position.

There was a scholar standing in front of Sanmao. Seeing that he was dressed gorgeously and held an elegant incense fan in his hand, one could guess that this person was from a wealthy family and was absolutely extraordinary.

The scholar was obviously very dissatisfied with Sanmao who was crowded behind him. Seeing that he was dressed in rags, he frowned and said impatiently: "Where did you come from, what are you doing behind this scholar? Sneaky and dirty ,Really annoying."

Sanmao smiled, showing a mouthful of white eyes, opened them wide and said with a smile: "Big scholar, are you scolding me?"

The scholar took a fan and beat Sanmao's chest, and said disgustedly: "What's wrong with scolding you? Wild beggar, uneducated thing? Dirty, what an insult to gentleness? Dirty my clothes, you Can you afford it?"

Sanmao looked aggrieved and choked with sobs: "The big scholar, the little beggar can't afford it." While speaking, he suddenly blew his nose and wiped it all over the scholar's clothes.

Now the scholar went crazy, and he couldn't care about being gentle anymore. He turned around and kicked Sanmao's ass fiercely, yelling and scolding: "Wild beggars, there are things born by mothers, but I have no mothers." Those who have achieved fame again, get the hell out of here."

Sanmao cried, and touched the scholar with snot and tears, "Big scholar, you bullied me as a child, you are a bad person, you have humiliated the gentleman."

While wiping his nose, he put five taels of silver into his bag again.

Xiucai's shameless yelling and beating of Sanmao attracted condemnation and condemnation from the audience, as well as countless white eyes. .

San Mao was hit a few times by a scholar, it was like being tickled a few times, and he didn't care!He suddenly heard the familiar voice of yelling candied haws, and he knew that it was some "master" who urged him to make a move.

With a sullen face, he asked the scholar with a smile: "Great scholar, you are doing well in your studies! You are a scholar who passed the exam, right?"

When the scholar heard the beggar ask about his pride, he proudly raised his head and said proudly: "Scholars who pass the exam are selected from a thousand, of course they are very beautiful."

Sanmao said: "Great scholar, you are very famous, but you are not famous. I have a trick that can make your name spread all over the capital. Do you want to try it?"

When the scholar heard the words, he curled his mouth in disdain and said, "You...you have a solution? Hmph...you little beggar, you don't know shit, you are born with a big talk, you are capable, you will make me famous immediately."

San Mao smiled and said: "Great scholar, you said this! Tsk tsk...my method is surprisingly effective."

He stood behind Xiucai, imitating Xiucai's voice, and shouted: "Nan Batian is a bastard!"

The sound is crisp and resounds through the heavens!

All the people and the black-clothed guards heard it sincerely, and looked at each other in blank dismay, stunned: Who the hell is this person?How dare you face a ferocious guard in black, Qianhu, so reckless?

Nan Batian was already very depressed and aggrieved, but suddenly he heard someone scolding him, calling him a bastard in front of thousands of people and two thousand guards in black. It jumped up immediately.

He flew off the horse, waving the shining sword, his face was flushed red, and he scolded angrily: "Which son of a bitch scolded me? Stand up to me, I'll cut him off."

Some people's eyes suddenly turned to the scholar, because they were standing around, and the noisy voice of the scholar left a deep impression on them.

And the voice of "Bastard" just now is exactly the same as that of Xiucai.

Xiucai panicked, frightened, his legs trembled, and the vicious force that beat Sanmao had long since disappeared. He didn't know why such a strange thing happened.

But subconsciously felt that this piercing incident was caused by the little beggar behind him.

His face was pale, and he waved his hands nervously at the people looking around, "I didn't say that! I didn't say that..."

How can everyone believe it?

Sanmao smiled hippiely, stretched out his thumb and said, "Great scholar, hehe! You are so proud, the little beggar really admires you."

The scholar stomped his feet anxiously, lines of light yellow water flowed out from his pants, and a smell of urine spread in the air. He yelled at Sanmao: "Little beggar, how dare you hurt me..."

Sanmao smiled and said, "Great scholar, you are famous."

He leaned gently on his body, although he rubbed lightly, it was very soft and powerless!But only a scholar can experience the explosive power at the moment of physical contact.

The people onlookers couldn't understand anything, they only knew that this scholar was so courageous and straightforward, that he dared to contradict Nan Batian!Really have the arrogance of a scholar.

And this guy is also good at martial arts, he can actually shuttle and dance in the air like a roc bird.

boom……

In the anticipation of everyone's attention, the scholar gracefully flew into the square controlled by the black-clothed guard, but what everyone didn't understand was: Why did this talented scholar with high martial arts touch the ground face first?