Six Ways of Fumo

Chapter 172 A Hundred Years of Wrangling
Liang Liang looked confused and asked, "Does Mr. Ding also think that I should be beaten?"

"Shouldn't you be beaten? Sanqi 23, what does it have to do with you?!" Ding Ermiao pointed at Liang Liang and said seriously:
"There is more joy in the boudoir than having eyebrows drawn. It's a mistake for you to believe that the couple is having fun at home and interfere with it. As a scholar, you actually climb over the wall and enter without knowing the etiquette of advance and retreat. This is a mistake. The second mistake is to sue the neighbor to the county government for a trivial matter and delay the county magistrate's work. This is the third mistake. Since the man in that family firmly believes in Sanqi 23, it is obvious that he is extremely stupid. And if you argue with a fool, aren't you more stupid than a fool? Still stupid? This is the fourth mistake; if I don’t hit you, who will I hit?!”

These words were righteous and well-organized, and the scolding scholar Liang Liang was sweating coldly, and bowed repeatedly to admit his mistake: "Listening to Mr. Ding's words is like seeing the blue sky through the clouds and mist. Liang Liang will follow the teachings. From now on, he must restrain himself, forgive others, cultivate his mind and cultivate his character."

Ding Ermiao scolded the scholar like a barrage of fire, feeling very happy in his heart.In fact, this scholar Liang Liang, looking back now, is simply a fool. I really don’t know how he became a scholar at that time.

"Stop talking nonsense, there is a third point that I don't understand, tell me quickly!" Ding Ermiao kept up his efforts, wanting to win over the scholar in one go, so he waved his hands to urge him.

Liang Liang wiped the sweat from his forehead and continued: "The third point is puzzling, but the reason is a poem. That day during the spring outing, on the upper reaches of the Wuyu River, I saw a drowned girl floating in the water. A Taoist priest stood On the shore, shaking my head and reciting poems..."

Damn it, Ding Ermiao kept complaining in her heart, this Taoist priest is not a good guy, he actually recited poetry to a corpse?

"The Taoist priest recited a poem: 'Twenty-eight women are so delicate that the wind blows them off the bridge. Three souls turn with the waves, and seven souls flood the waves.' As a scholar, when I hear other people reciting poems, I can't help but feel itchy, so I give some advice..." Liang Liang continued:
"I told the Taoist, don't make nonsense when writing poems. Think about it, he is not familiar with the woman who fell into the water. How can he know that this woman is twenty-eight years old? How can he know that she fell into the bridge because of the wind? Three souls and seven souls are ghosts. How can he, with his naked eyes, see a woman’s soul drifting with the waves?”

Ding Ermiao chuckled and asked, "Then you changed other people's poems, right?"

Liang Liang was startled and said: "What he wrote is wrong, of course I have to change it..."

"Let me tell you what has been changed." Ding Ermiao sighed in his heart that he was unlucky. He had just been a math teacher for this scholar ghost, and now he had to teach him Chinese again. He had become a math teacher to the letter. A "soul" engineer!
"Whose daughter is so pretty? Why did she fall off the bridge? Her black hair turns with the waves, and her pink face is full of waves." Liang Liang seemed proud, waving his fan and said: "This is the poem after I revised it. I think it is much more reasonable. But That Taoist is unreasonable and actually said that my poems are nonsense!"

Ding Ermiao laughed loudly: "It really doesn't make sense!"

The scholar Liang Liang was stunned, but the Taoist priest Hongliu looked happy.

"Could it be that the Taoist priest who recited the poem is you?" Ding Ermiao asked after seeing Hongliu's expression.

Hongliu nodded: "It's Pindao. Over this poem, I have been arguing with this sour scholar for more than 100 years!"

What the hell!For a broken poem, they quarreled for more than 100 years before and after death.Weird, so weird!

"Then please tell Mr. Ding, what's wrong with my revision?" Liang Liang asked unconvinced and raised his hand.

"Because Hong Liu is a Taoist priest, he naturally has research on human faces." Ding Ermiao said unhurriedly:
"He can tell how old a woman who fell into the water will be by looking at her face. There is also a saying about Tianfeng Jie that she is destined to die from feng shui disasters. Not long after the woman fell into the water, her three souls and seven souls have not left her body, so others can't see it. Yes, but Taoist priests have magic and can naturally see it. So if you randomly changed Hongliu's poem, of course people would not accept it."

"Look, look, Mr. Ding also said the same thing, you should obey your Taoist master in the future, right?!" Hongliu laughed loudly and said: "A hundred years of wrangling, now it's over, happily!"

Li Weinian listened with interest, even forgetting the mission of this trip, and grinned stupidly.

Scholar Liang Liang left the scene sadly, bowed his hands to Ding Ermiao, and sat down with a depressed look on his face.

"Who should ask the question now, Wang Huzi or Taoist Master Hongliu?" Ding Ermiao solved the scholar, took advantage of the victory to pursue, and took the initiative to call for formation.

Hong Liu waved his hands repeatedly and said: "Fellow Taoist, you and I, the Taoist family, have just ended the century-old entanglement between me and the scholar. I will never dare to embarrass you. I will directly waive this hurdle. Now you only need to pass it. Brother Beard’s problem will be solved.”

Ding Ermiao thanked him, turned to look at Wang Huzi and waved his hand.

Wang Huzi snorted, rolled up his sleeves, picked up the shrimp bayonet on the table, held it in his hand, and glared: "I, Wang Huzi, am a rough man. I don't have as many crooked intestines as a poor scholar."

"Uh-huh, I'm going to fart quickly. If you fart, let it go!" Ding Ermiao nodded and said calmly.

"It seems that you, Ding Ermiao, really want to drink my glass of wine from Shuifu today, but what's the point of having wine but no food?" Wang Huzi said angrily:

"My mother-in-law made a bet with you just now and lost. I think her hand is useless if she keeps it, so why not cut it off and let us drink!"

After that, Wang Huzi grabbed Qiao Jie'er's left arm, raised the knife in his hand, and with a pop, Qiao Jie'er's left hand was cut off bloody!
"Ah...!" Sister Qiao's face changed drastically, and her body swayed and she almost fell to the ground.

Both the scholar and Taoist Hongliu looked unbearable and turned their heads away at the same time.Li Weinian was also taken aback, and wanted to reach out to stop him, but it was too late after all.

Only Ding Ermiao remained calm, sitting on the ground as stable as Mount Tai.

"Ding Ermiao, this hand is for you to drink. Let's see if you have the guts to eat it!" Wang Huzi put Sister Qiao's hand on the crab shell table and stared.

Out of the blue, Sister Qiao waved her right hand, slapped Wang Huzi, and cursed: "Thousand-killer, you use my hands to be a good person, why don't you dig out your own wolf's heart and dog's lungs to serve others wine!? "

"Mother-in-law, are you calling me a wolf-hearted person?" Wang Huzi was furious.

"Don't you have a heart and a dog's lungs?" Sister Qiao pointed at Wang Huzi's chest and said, "If you have the guts, dig out your heart and lungs and show them to everyone!"

"Okay, okay! I'll help you!" Wang Huzi was so angry that he tore open the clothes on his chest. With a pop, the shrimp bayonet had already cut open his belly. Then he reached in and dug around, and pulled out a piece of Come with a bloody heart.

With a bang, the heart was dropped on the table, still beating.

Li Weinian considered himself strong, but when he saw this horrific scene, he couldn't help but feel hairy all over his body, felt sick in his heart, and couldn't help but take a step back.

"Hahaha... Wang Huzi has such great spirit, he is a real man!"

Amidst the long laughter, Ding Ermiao stood up, looked at Hongliu and Liang Liang and said: "Wang Huzi and his wife cut off their hands and dug out their hearts to serve me wine. The scholar and Taoist are also the hosts of Suolongtan. I don't know, there are What good thing to drink with me?"

"Teach the hair and skin of your body to your parents!" Liang Liang turned pale with fright, waved his hands desperately, and said: "Scholar Liang Liang, I don't have anything to drink with, please Mr. Ding, please don't take any chances with me!"

(End of this chapter)