In the early morning, the sun flooded into the small village, and there were layers of high slopes of loess on the front and back, mixed with the clear smoke, and the small courtyard was shrouded in halo.
Lu Bing stretched out in response to the sunlight, his bones rattling.
In the small courtyard, people squatted or stood in a circle, applauding and booing.
Three people stood on the clearing in the center.
Standing on one side, one tall and strong, one thin and flexible, it was Jiang Shitou and Yang Sen standing behind him.
There was another, with an unsheathed Xiuchun knife in his hand, with a scornful evil smile on his face, but a bloodthirsty ray appeared in his eyes.
Zhu Liu raised his sword at Shishi and Yang Sen, and said fiercely: "Why? Want to fight?"
Yang Sen looked at Zhu Liulue with some crazy eyes, and hid behind the stone with some fear, and said: "We played well, why are you scalding our ants?"
Zhu Liu smiled disdainfully and said, "Look at what you are like, do you look like a jinyiwei? That silly big guy is stupid, so you are also stupid? What a shame for your brother-in-law!"
Yang Sen became a little angry, jumped to the side of Shishi, and said loudly: "You are not allowed to say Shishi! He is not stupid at all!" Hearing this, Shishi scratched his head, smiled happily, and Zhu Liu raised his sword and wanted to rush. When he came over, Yang Sen shrank his head in fright, swallowed his saliva, and said in a lowly imposing voice: "Anyway, smarter than you! You know bullying!"
"Hey" Zhu Liu turned his wrist, played with a beautiful sword, and smiled evilly: "You are not bullying the ants with this nest and throwing them into that nest? It is unfair that you only bully one side, I will help you. They are all killed, so it's fair!"
"You..." Yang Sen was somewhat at a loss when Zhu Liu retorted.
Zhu Liu impatiently pulled the sword in his hand faster and faster: "Well, there is a lot of nonsense, chirping is crooked, let's talk about it! You light up your weapons!"
When Yang Sen heard this, he looked at Lu Bing for help. Lu Bing didn't change his face and didn't stop him.
Zhu Liu saw that Lu Bing didn't mean to stop him, so he walked towards Yang Sen and Shitou while holding the sword flower, sneered, "Look at you, everything depends on your brother-in-law? If this is the case, stay in Beijing. Now, does this courage have to come along? When it really fought, it would be a cumbersome! Useless!"
When Yang Sen heard this, his face was flushed and he wanted to open his mouth to curse, but he took a step back unconsciously as he watched Zhu Liu's hand turning into a cold-light embroidered spring knife.
Lu Bing was a little disappointed. In fact, he could stop the incident at the beginning, and Zhu Liu would definitely not become more provocative.
This brother-in-law, the youngest at home, loved by his parents, loved by his brothers and sisters, has a weak and timid personality. Therefore, Lu Bing hoped that Yang Sen could grow up under Zhu Liu's pressure, so he did not stop him.
And Zhu Liu, who knew Lu Bing's mind well, also clearly cooperated with Lu Bing to continuously increase the pressure on Yang Sen, but Yang Sen did not explode under the pressure, but shrank even more.
Looking at the aggrieved brother-in-law, with a cowering posture and a dodging gaze, he heard a few hiss from Jinyiwei who was watching. Lu Bing also noticed that Huang Duxian shook his head in disappointment. Lu Bing sighed, and when he was disappointed, he was about to stop Zhu Liu. He also didn't want his brother-in-law to follow him out, with a bruised nose and a swollen face.
Yang Sen was forced to retreat step by step by Zhu Liulue's crazy aura. He was stunned: "He wouldn't really want to kill me!" He looked at his brother-in-law for help, but Lu Bing did not respond. In the panic, Yang Sen even forgot to draw his sword to meet the enemy.
At this moment, a shadow enveloped him, he saw a wide spine covering him tightly, and at the same time heard a deep roar.
"I'm here to fight you!"
Lu Bing and the others raised their eyes and saw the stone stepping, holding open arms in front of Yang Sen.
Stone half hung his waist, slightly nodded, his usually chaotic eyes were full of determination, and he stared at Zhu Liu with alert.
Zhu Liu stopped and took a quick glance at Lu Bing. Seeing that Lu Bing still had an expression on his face, he knew in his heart: "Why? Stupid? Want to help this waste?"
The stone said every word: "He is not a waste."
Zhu Liu glanced at the stone contemptuously: "Strike out, then cut you off first!" After saying that, Zhu Liu began to step forward again: "Get out of weapons!"
Because Shishi was too tall and his palms were much larger than ordinary people, the Xiuchun knife issued by Jin Yiwei was not suitable for him, and he was in a hurry to leave Beijing, so Lu Bing did not have time to find a suitable weapon for Shishi.
The stone scanned the surroundings and said to Zhu Liu: "Wait for me!" He ran to the gate of the courtyard. He just ran to the gate and turned his head and pointed at Yang Sen. The silly voice told Zhu Liu: "Don't bully him. what!"
Zhu Liu was a little bit dumbfounded, so he stopped the embroidered spring knife that was turning in his hand like a windmill, and stood on the spot holding his shoulders, indicating that he would not take the opportunity to "bully" Yang Sen when he was looking for "weapon" by the stone.
The stone was still a little worried, and just saw a jujube tree growing in the yard with a thick trunk and a ten-foot-long jujube tree. He did not leave the yard and walked over.