Chapter 16 Fighting 1

Jiang Hanye buried his head and didn't say anything, allowing Zhou Botao and others to make fun of him.

Zhou Botao talked for a long time and felt bored when he saw that the other party was indifferent. In fact, Zhou Botao couldn't wait for Jiang Hanye to jump up and fight with him at this moment, so that he had an excuse to vent happily. However, when Jiang Hanye turned a blind eye to his provocation, his words seemed to be an iron fist on cotton, and there was no pain at all.

At that time, Jiang Hanye tried his best to endure it, and his hand almost cut down the meat on his thigh.

"Is he mute? Won't you be angry if someone says so?" A teenager surnamed Ji couldn't help but wonder when he saw Jiang Hanye sitting there motionless.

"Not a mute, but a seedless guy!" Wei Changping said without salt.

"It seems that that sentence is right..." Zhou Botao glanced at Jiang Hanye's back.

"What are you talking about?" Everyone asked

"Dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes give birth to phoenixes, and mice can make holes... I don't think he has no guts, but even his father doesn't have guts, otherwise how can he give birth to such a seedless son?" Zhou Botao said that his words are extremely sacritic and hateful.

The children around Wei and Tuesday are all new disciples surnamed Ji this year, and they are also side-branch children, and their status is not much higher than that of foreign disciples. Zhou Botao and Wei Changping usually win people's hearts, and naturally give them a lot of benefits. Therefore, at this time, they are all on the side of Wei and Tuesday people, following them to make fun of Jiang Hanye, who actually has nothing to do with them.

Poor Jiang Hanye, a kind and honest teenager who was originally had no dispute with the world, originally thought that he had come to this place where martial arts practitioners cultivate their self-cultivation, but unexpectedly fell into a quagmire and stained his mood in white. Jiang Hanye is a tolerant person. In the past, he never quarreled with his friends in Wuniu Village, let alone bully others, but he has one thing that others can't touch, that is his parents.

First, Jiang Hanye was born poor and humble. He is an outcast, and his parents are the eternal pain in his heart. Second, for Jiang Hanye, Jiang's father and Jiang Liu's family in Wuniu Village are his reborn parents and the most respected and beloved people in his life. No one can insult them.

At this moment, Zhou Botao deliberately led the dirty water to Jiang Hanye's parents, making him really unbearable. Before he finished eating a steamed bun, he could no longer eat it. Jiang Han stood up at night. Because of his too big movement, he actually kicked over the round stool behind him. The stool rolled on the floor, causing the adult brothers beside him to look sideways at him. Some people who knew him couldn't help muttering to each other, "Isn't this the child introduced by the fourth brother?"

"Isn't it? I told him earlier that he can't get along here.

"Oh, it's pitiful. Why don't you resign and go home earlier..."

Listening to these gossips, Jiang Hanye closed his lips and his face turned pale. He slowly walked to the round stool, moved the stool back to its original place, and bent down to bring up the remaining porridge, steamed buns and pickles on the table. Since he couldn't eat it, he had to clean up. It was Jiang Hanye's habit to be clean and tidy.

Jiang Hanye suddenly stood up and shocked Zhou Botao, because he almost saw the raging anger on Jiang Hanye. Although it was just a back, it still made him involuntarily take a step back, and his heart accelerated for no reason.

"What's wrong?" Wei Changping saw some clues and couldn't help asking in a low voice.

"It's nothing!" Zhou Botao shook his head. He really didn't believe it. What else could Jiang Hanye's small arms and calves do? In any case, he is now the one who is about to break through the entry stage of martial arts.

Zhou Botao and Wei Changping are both sons and grandsons, and their families naturally invest a lot in them. When they are young, they often hire private school martial artists to teach them some martial arts and mysteries. Those with strange qualifications will break through the entry stage of martial arts and become a real martial arts, and most of them are used to strengthen their bodies, which can only help them enjoy more years of glory and wealth. Even those palace nobles who can break through the entry stage of martial arts generally will not go too far on this road.

The cultivation of martial artists pays attention to a calm atmosphere, and what stands out is that there is no dispute with the world. Since they have chosen this road, everything in the mortal world can basically not enter their eyes. In the eyes of these warriors, such as power, fame and fortune, glory and wealth are full of clouds and dung. Most of these kings and grandsons can't do this, so there are few outstanding achievements among them.

Zhou Botao and Wei Changping are ordinary members of these princes and grandsons, but they are relatively well-qualified and can endure some hardships, so they can pass the entry test. It is precisely by Wanjian Villa that they are accepted as foreign disciples. Because of this, they always believe that they are superior and superior.

Jiang Hanye took the food, slowly walked to the door, passed Zhou Botao and others, and put the food on the cold table for recycling.

"I said, don't insult other people's parents casually! You will pay for what happened today!" Jiang Hanye threw out this sentence coldly before he went out.

All people didn't expect that this shabby poor boy who brushed the toilet at night dared to say such harsh words to his noble brothers, so they were stunned, especially Zhou Botao.

When Jiang Hanye passed by them, Zhou Botao actually felt a cold surge from the bottom of his feet and went straight to the fontanel gate, and the hair on his body couldn't help standing up. Jiang Hanye passed by him and kept walking far away. Zhou Botao came to his senses: "Bold!" He shouted angrily.

However, Jiang Hanye only gave Zhou Botao a faint back. He has a lot of work to do now. Let's wait until the work is done.

After brushing the toilet and washing the dirty clothes for the ninth brother, Jiang Hanye dragged a tired body back to Yueweiyuan. In fact, this is the place he doesn't want to come back now, but in this big Wanjian Villa, where can he be tolerated? Somehow, Jiang Hanye accidentally thought of the peach uncle living in the peach garden, but it just flashed by.

After finishing the work, it was sunset in the afternoon, and Jiang Hanye returned to the house. It is also full of the pungent smell of feces and urine, which is the smell left in the middle of the night. Because there are no windows in the hut, the smell has not dissipated after a whole day.

After cleaning up the dried bedding, Jiang Hanye resisted the smell and made the bed, and fell down on **. He was so tired that he fell asleep in a short time.

bang!

Jiang Hanye was awakened by a sharp pain in his sleep. At first, he thought he had a nightmare again, but when he opened his eyes, he found that he had been left in the yard. At this moment, it was not dark yet, but the gate of the courtyard was tightly closed. Jiang Hanye was thrown into the center of the yard. Next to him stood Wei Changping and Zhou Botao on the left and right.

"Hmm!" Zhou Botao saw Jiang Hanye wake up and snorted coldly, "You dare to contradict us in public. I think you are really impatient!"

Jiang Hanye doesn't know how he was thrown out by them. In short, he doesn't have a bone all over his body that doesn't hurt, especially his left arm and elbow, which is even more painful. Although it was so painful, Jiang Hanye did not want to be inferior to the two. He gritted his teeth and stood up, stepped back two steps, and intuitively told him that someone might suffer tonight.

Jiang Hanye confronted each other like this. He had no fear on his face and stared at Zhou Botao coldly: "What are you doing?"

What do you do? Let me ask you, where has A San? Zhou Botao asked viciously, while Wei Changping did not say a word as usual.

"A San? What, A San?" Jiang Hanye said deliberately.

"You..." was killed by Jiang Hanye, and Zhou Botao was speechless for a moment. He really couldn't make sense. Do you want to tell Jiang Hanye that A San is the person I sent to beat you?

Wei Changping is obviously more powerful than Zhou Botao. When he saw his younger brother's defeat in words, he took a step forward: "I tell you, even in this Wanjian Villa, it is still the world of the Chen Dynasty. Under the whole world, it is not Wang Tu, and Wang Chen on the shore of the soil. You, a civilian, dare not respect us. I see you I'm really tired of living."

"Hmm!" Jiang Hanye snorted coldly, "You and I are all disciples of Wanjian Villa. We are equal here. It's okay for you to bully me on weekdays, but what's the reason for repeatedly insulting my family? If you make trouble with the deacon and the master, how dare you say that you are right?

When Wei Changping and Zhou Botao heard Jiang Hanye's words, they couldn't help but be stunned. They didn't expect Jiang Hanye to be such a eloquent person, which was completely different from the village teenager who usually looked stupid. Wei and Tuesday people looked at each other. They knew in their hearts that Jiang Hanye was right. This is Wanjian Villa. Not to mention them, even if the prince of the dynasty comes, they will receive the same treatment. If this matter is really stabbed to the master, I'm afraid they will not have good results.

"Why, let's go to the master!" Jiang Hanye looked at the expressions of the two of them and knew that he had taken their weakness, so he said.

Jiang Hanye said so, half serious and half scared. In fact, he wants to relieve himself most at this moment. Is it really so fair to really make trouble? Jiang Hanye was not sure. However, the two people took this seriously, especially Zhou Botao. He thought of A San, whose life and death were unknown, and that he had been repeatedly hit by Jiang Hanye. The feeling of being despised that he had never felt immediately surged into his heart. He was evil to the edge of courage, and his face changed. His face was murderous, and his hands were clenched with fists.