Chapter 12 Take the initiative

Chen Lai still did not give up. "Brother Pan, what if he is armed?"

"The beggar will carry things like dog sticks or swords... They are used to guard against domestic dogs or wild dogs, but they won't hurt others."

Suddenly found that Chen Lai's eyes were full of grief and anger, and Pan Lang was shocked again, "Little brother! Is it serious to beg for dinner with that old man?"

Chen Lai held his mouth and bowed his head without saying a word.

Pan Lang sighed, "Well, if he dares to come again, I will kick him away!"

He put on his coat and boots and walked back to the original road. Suddenly, he found that Chen Lai was motionless. He turned around and saw Chen Lai looking straight at him.

Fee the seriousness of the problem, Pan Lang squatted down again, "Little brother, what are you thinking?"

"Brother Pan, I think that old beggar will not only hurt me, but also my sister-in-law and you. We must kill him!" Chen Lai's eyes burst into hatred and murderousness, and he held the bow and arrow tightly in one hand.

Pan Lang thought for a moment and nodded, "Well, little brother, once I am sure that he is that kind of person, I will definitely kill him."

Chen Lai was worried that he would forget this and high-five him.

On the way, Chen Lai followed Pan Lang to learn archery. Pan Lang took the sheep and beat several hares and several pheasants, and found a wild boar, but the wild boar went into a deep hole; Pan Lang felt sorry.

In this way, in the following time, they went to the Longjiang River every morning to practice bone reduction and bone reduction boxing, and practice archery. In the afternoon, they practiced skills and archery at home.

Unconsciously, more than ten days have passed.

That morning, after practicing bone reduction and bone reduction fist, Chen Lai took a bow and shot an arrow again. After more than ten days of practice, he has already mastered the method of archery and seems to be very proficient in archery.

"Yo! Little brother, you can already get to the 10th middle school*!"

Chen Lai looked as calm as water. He was not satisfied with his strength and his range. Usually, Pan Lang's archery can pull the iron tendon bow into a full moon, but he can only pull it to half; Pan Lang's archery can shoot 200 feet, but he can only shoot more than 30 feet.

When he left with his child, he felt that he must carry a bow and arrow. If he didn't control the bow and arrow well, he would definitely suffer a big loss in the future.

A few days later, the child is already one month old.

On this day, Mr. and Mrs. Pan Lang and Mr. Pan invited several neighbors, held ten tables of banquets, and invited the villagers to drink the full moon wine. Chen Lai didn't want to speak out, but Pan Lang insisted on doing it. "That's the rules here. As long as this happens, the child will be safe in the future!"

Chen Lai had to agree, and there were bursts of warm currents in his heart.

Before noon, the villagers came, and there were many men, women and children. Panjia Village is originally a small village. There are no 100 people in the village. Usually, everyone is the same as a family.

Women all went to the bedroom to look after their children, and they liked it very much after seeing it.

Each head of the household sent congratulatory gifts, some taking five taels of silver, some taking three taels of silver, and some taking one taels of silver. The money for the banquet was paid by Pan Lang and the villagers. Chen Lai was already grateful, holding his fists, bowing, and politely refusing.

Pan Lang stood up again, "Little brother! This is everyone's heart, and you will look perfect until you receive it! Besides, with this money, you don't have to worry about the entanglement!"

Chen Lai held his fist and saluted again, with tears in his eyes.

After another half an hour, everyone was ready to have a banquet. The banquet was placed in Pan Lang's backyard, with a shed on it, which looked very cool below, and the villagers began to sit down. Everyone has no rules and sits casually.

At this time, Pan Lang strode to the pavilion and waved his hairy hands and shouted to everyone: "Are we going to listen to Chen say a few words?"

The villagers applauded. The children all stood up to watch.

Chen Lai didn't want to go up, but when he saw the villagers applauding and cheering, he had to punch everyone and walk to the gazebo.

The villagers found that Chen Lai did not have any shyness and embarrassment. They walked very naturally and powerfully, and even came out with some elegant flavors, which was completely different from when they first came here. Everyone couldn't help talking about it.

"Isn't that right? Chen Lai has been practicing with Pan Lang for a month!"

"Yes, his body is obviously different from last time!"

"The young man is strong and looks good-looking!"

There are several young girls in the village who are in love. Looking at Chen Lai, a "city man", she can't help showing some affectionate eyes.

"Homemen..."

Seeing that everyone was staring at him, Chen Lai was a little emotional for a moment, "I am a foreigner. I came to our Panjia Village like a beggar, but everyone regarded me as a relative..."

At this moment, an elderly beggar limped into the backyard with a large porcelain bowl and came to the cooking place.

He is old and dirty, with messy yellow hair and ragged. He wears grass shoes on one foot and bare feet on one foot. Looking at his shaking hands and his begging tone, it was very pitiful.

The cooking master took two big white steamed buns and put them in his bowl, "Go!" When you get off, I'll get you a bowl of leftovers!"

The old beggar couldn't help nodding, turning around and looking at the gazebo in the distance.

At this moment, his eyes met Chen Lai's eyes in the air!

As if he had been stabbed by a needle, the old beggar hurriedly lowered his head and bent down to the front yard. He understood Chen Lai's eyes and couldn't help speeding up his pace.

Chen Lai immediately stopped speaking, stretched out a hand, pointed straight to the old beggar, and looked at Pan Lang beside him, "Big brother, that's him."

As he waved his arm and pointed, the villagers turned their heads together; they didn't understand what had happened, and they were all surprised.

Pan Lang nodded, walked down the pavilion, picked up the bow and arrow and sword on a small table in the corner, and strode after the beggar.

The beggar found Pan Lang and trotted all the way. The legs that were originally limping suddenly became extremely flexible.

Pan Lang kept chasing him, jumped out of the yard, crossed the village, crossed the river, and came to a forest.

"Hight! I'm just asking you a few words!"

The elderly beggars ignored them and continued to run.

When he ran into the depths of the woods, the old beggar suddenly stopped and slowly pulled out a soft sword from his waist. The bright sunlight shines through the dense leaves and shines on the blade, emitting mottled white light.

Seeing this, Pan Lang stopped and pulled out his sword from his waist. He smiled coldly and said to himself: I'm right, this guy is really not a beggar! Thanks to our early preparation!" Who are you? Why do you pretend to be a beggar?"

The old beggar did not answer, took the sword behind him and slowly walked to Pan Lang. He kept his head down and didn't look at him. He seemed to walk through a forest.

Pan Lang didn't understand why his opponent was so confident. While retreating, he observed that when he saw the black fog on the opponent's sword and the electric sparks kept flashing, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows and sighing: Oh, my God! He is a practitioner!