Chapter 3: bet

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Zhou Fei kicked on the door, even the door shaft and the door together to finish the hand together, a loud noise, dust.
Li Sheng was practicing the sword in the courtyard. He turned around when he heard the noise. He was not surprised when he saw the debt flying at the door. After a slight movement, he slowly returned the sword to the sheath, and asked: "A Fei, What are you doing?"
Zhou Fei has never seen what a hypocrite in the world looks like, but with his barren imagination, the image of Li Sheng appears in his mind. Just looking at his face, Zhou Fei's chest burst into anger.
In fact, she was quite clever, but she never intended to use much tongue when she was going to do it. The narrow-backed knife hit in the palm of her hand. She didn't even greet her, so she cut it directly at Li Sheng.
Li Sheng had prepared for her shot early, and now Hengjian carried her slashing sword, and felt his wrists stunned hard. He didn't dare to carelessly, neither of them had a sheath, and he had gone seven or eight in a blink of an eye. The trick, and then Zhou Feiyi stepped forward, and the narrow-backed knife swept over the waist. Li Sheng's pupils shrank-she actually used a long knife as a spear, which also made a trick "hit Nanshan".
This "thousands of bells ringing, Wanshan roaring" was originally a master's demeanor, but the disciples were not skillful enough, and they always seemed a bit cumbersome, so it was only when the martial arts were exposed lightly by Li Sheng. I wonder if it was Zhou Feiyi For the sake of the lance on behalf of the spear, this move came to her, and inexplicably added a sense of anger that cut down the Cangshan Mountain.
The long knife contained in the sheath came under the strong wind, and Li Sheng was a little afraid in a moment, stunned that he did not dare to reapply.
Just when he dared to carry it hard, a scream suddenly came from the door: "Stop!"
Then, an object smashed across the sky.
The narrow-backed knife stopped in midair, Zhou Fei gently picked up with the tip of the knife, and then hung the thing-it was a pouch for a little girl, embroidered on the brocade with a few calm kingfishers, purse castration too Suddenly, a few pieces of osmanthus sugar were dropped.
Li Sheng came back to God, the fear at that moment had not disappeared, his heart was still beating wildly, but the indescribable embarrassment had risen. He reached out and pinched the purse hung on the tip of Zhou Fei's knife, and returned it to his arms. He said angrily, "What are you doing?"
A little girl in a pink dress ran between them in three steps and two steps, shouting: "Don't fight!"
The girl's name is Li Yan. She is Li Sheng's sister. She is two years younger than the two of them. She has a small goose egg face and big eyes. She is very smart, but unfortunately Jin Yu's appearance and failure are small things. Fang Ling’s eleven-year-old’s brain grew only broad bean, and it contained two insights—A Fei was right, what A Fei likes and what I like...except practice.
Both Zhou Fei and Li Sheng have nothing to say to her, and they are too lazy to take her to play, but helplessly, Miss Li Er is born and passionate. She worships her cousin on the left and cares about her brother on the right. She was inseparable in killing most of the children's time.
Zhou Fei's face sank like a waterway: "Go on one side."
Li Yan blasted her arms apart, cried her face in front of Zhou Fei, and said quietly, "Sister A Fei, look at my face, don't you do it with my brother?"
Zhou Fei said angrily: "How much is your face worth? Go away!"
Li Sheng's eyes were gloomy and he said in a word: "Li Yan, it's none of your business."
Li Yan stretched out Zhou Fei's sleeve reluctantly: "Don't..."
Zhou Fei was most annoyed by this sticky style, and immediately said irritably: "Release!"
She raised her hand and unconsciously brought some strength. Although the two are only two years old, they are of a fast age. Zhou Fei is almost half of her cousin's height. Eyes, she was squatted by a strong buttocks.
Li Yan sat on the ground in disbelief for a moment, crying with a wailing voice.
This voice successfully mixed the atmosphere between the two of them, Li Sheng slowly withdrew his sword in his palm, frowned, and Zhou Fei stood a little helpless for a while, and they looked at each other. , And at the same time not looking away friendly.
Then Zhou Fei sighed, bent down and extended a hand to Li Yan.
"I didn't push you on purpose." Zhou Fei paused and said discouragedly, "That... what's wrong, sister, okay? Come on, get up."
Li Yan reached out and wiped a few tears, and the tears in her snot dipped into her palm. She grasped Zhou Fei's palm with a sticky wetness and got a strong one.
The green muscle of Zhou Fei's forehead jumped twice, almost tossing her away. He heard Li Yan choking and said, "I'm afraid that the aunt is hitting you, so I went to find my uncle...you, you still push me! You I don't know good people!"
Zhou Fei was confused by Li Yan with a "secret weapon" and drowned Li Sheng’s murderous intention of wearing adult meat skewers in a snot. She simply squatted aside and listened to Li Yan crying verbally. At the same time, he accused himself, and at the same time scattered half of his thoughts, thinking that Li Yan also had its own merits-even Li Jinrong’s tigress was in front of her, and she was kind like a living Bodhisattva. There are not many people like Li Yan. One hundred and eighty is enough. Wherever there is a fight, the "cousin group" will be scattered in front of the two armies. Presumably the world is not too far away.
A little thought rose from her heart, and Zhou Fei thought, "Can't I learn from her?"
Then she stared blankly at Li Yan for a while, imagined her sitting on the ground holding a purse and wailing, and shivered hard, feeling that Li Jinrong might find a mace She treats her brain.
Li Sheng stood aside, gently moving his numb wrist in Li Yan's cry, his face obscure and difficult to distinguish.
Last winter, when he encountered some bottlenecks in practicing sword, he was distracted. When he reached Houshan, he happened to see Li Jinrong, who was walking with Zhou Yitang, who was sick. Li Sheng wanted to catch up and greet him. A few words.
Li Jinrong said to Zhou Yitang rather anxiously: "...This child's qualifications are not good, that's nothing, but slowly, but I'm afraid he will be destroyed by serious thoughts and too many distractions, and I don't know how to follow He says……"
Zhou Yitang replied something, but Li Sheng didn't listen. The words and words that came with the wind seemed like a steel nail, and pierced into his heart mercilessly.
Although Li Jinrong did not name the surname, Li Sheng knew that what she said must be herself, because there were only three people who grew up around her. If Zhou Fei dared to be distracted while practicing the exercises, he would have been beaten long ago, and the aunt would not Worrying behind his back "I don't know how to say", and Li Yan is a young and ignorant two hundred and five, and can't beat the "thinking" eight poles.
What strikes Li Sheng most is not that Li Jinrong is worried about "destroyed in a lot of miscellaneous thoughts", but the phrase "the qualifications are not good". Since he was a child, he has boasted of the arrogance of the sky, and he is so strong that he can’t be said that everyone is good. People can't fault him, how can he afford the "bad qualification" evaluation?
Li Sheng forgot how he ran away that day, and wanted to come. Fortunately, that day after that, the wind was strong, and the guards were all around. Li Jinrong didn't pay attention to his existence.
Since then, "bad aptitude" has become Li Sheng's nightmare. After a three-and-a-half trip to his head, a sneer was made, and his fierce competitiveness was almost exploded.
Li Sheng thought, his qualifications are not good, is Zhou Fei's qualifications very good?
He had to beat Zhou Fei.
However, he was provocative and run-up. Zhou Fei didn't care about him and never clashed with him.
She usually slammed each other, and she was very close to the point. If he was persecuted deliberately, she would honestly retreat to the side, and simply looked down on him.
Over time, Zhou Fei's retreat almost made this win-win situation into Li Sheng's obsession.
This time he also deliberately angered Zhou Fei.
Li Sheng raised his hand to pick up Li Yan, casually flicked the soil on her body, buckled his hypocrite's face around his neck again, and hung down a standard smile-like smile to Zhou Fei: "So You're so angry today, is it because I didn't go to help your uncle? A Fei, it's not that your elder brother doesn't intercede with you, you're too naughty and you are too naughty, and your husband's book is also for your benefit. What's wrong? Girls should be safe and well divided. What do you do to shout and kill all day? If you were born in forty-eight villages, even if you marry in the future, who dares to bully you if I am here?"
Zhou Fei stood up slowly, raising one eyebrow. Her eyebrows were very well-regulated. She was born like a well-trimmed one. She flew straight into the temples. She sneered slightly: "Why don't you go? Tell the big master? Let her embroider the flowers in the house, I agree."
Li Sheng said without panic: "Forty-eight Village is headed by my Li Family Village. After all, the aunt's surname is Li. At that time, there was no one in the village. My father was young, and she was ordered to be in danger... but these things didn't work for the week. The girl's head."
Zhou Fei immediately replied: "Thank you for your compassion, and don't bother with waste."
She accidentally made a quarrel, but just hit Li Sheng's heart disease. The young city mansion was not deep enough. Li Sheng's face sank suddenly: "Zhou Fei, who do you say?"
Zhou Fei feels that he may not be able to fight today, so he hangs his narrow-backed knife behind his back, and he simply puts his tongue to the ground: "I said pigs said dogs talked about mice, and whoever came to say what was who, what, big watch Does Brother still have to be upset about the animals?"
Li Sheng's hand holding the sword was tight and loose. For a long time, he squeezed out a smile: "Since you are proud of yourself, dare you compare with me?"
Zhou Fei sneered at him with a sneered look: "I dare not now, if your sister goes to sue, the big master has to peel me off."
"She won't," Li Sheng said before Li Yan was about to protest. "I'm going to cross the Mojiang River. Do you dare to go?"