: Two hundred and seventeen ginseng Yangrong pills
Opposite the rice noodle shop is a residential area, most of which are bungalows, densely packed. At this moment, there are many people around the entrance of the alley. They are all young students, wearing green military uniforms, red badges, red armbands, and young faces. No longer naive, but full of miserliness.
The other residents watched from a distance, their faces full of panic and sighs from time to time, but no one dared to come forward.
The students are surrounded by a pile of books and ancient paintings, all of which are bound in thread. Looking at the appearance of those books, the age is not too short, not less than a hundred years, the paper is yellowed, and there are several In addition to the moth-eaten places, these books have no folds at all. It is conceivable that the owner of the books loves them.
It's just that these ancient books with a long history are now swallowed up by ruthless flames. The blue flames are like a wave, sweeping the painting and calligraphy little by little. The pale yellow pages turn gray in an instant. The wind blows away, like incense ash, flying in the air until it falls into dust.
"my book!"
An old man with a clear face and a gray head was so anxious that he wanted to rush forward to fight the fire, but there were bloodshots in his eyes, and soon his thin face was covered with a bit of hideousness.
"Dad, please don't make trouble anymore, you don't think about yourself, but also for the children, I beg you!"
A middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses pulled the old man hard and begged him with a hoarse voice.
The old man paused for a while, then turned his head slowly, seeing the little granddaughter who was shivering with fear, and the grandson whose face was resentfully held by his daughter-in-law to prevent him from rushing forward, his heart was like a thousand A knife is rolling, and every knife is gnawing at his heart!
"puff!'
The old man's eyes darkened, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fell straight down.
"Dad, what's wrong with you?"
The middle-aged man wearing glasses hugged the old man and screamed in fright, but the old man didn't respond, his eyes were closed, his face was like golden paper, and he didn't seem to be doing well.
"grandfather!"
The boy and girl next to him also rushed up, weeping and crying. The boy was at most about the same age as Han Sili. Although he was young, he was very bloody. He wiped his tears and suddenly rushed towards the students.
"You bad people, you pay my grandpa!"
The boy was like a little leopard, and he was very fast. He even knocked a female student who was closest to him to the ground and threw all four of his feet in the sky. The female student was so angry that he got up and grabbed the boy and beat him , The few male students next to him were probably trying to be courteous, and they also came over to beat the boy, punching and kicking.
The poor boy was only seven or eight years old, how could he bear the beatings of these fifteen or sixteen-year-olds, and his head was bleeding in a short while.
"Don't hit the child, please, hit me, don't hit my child!"
The middle-aged woman rushed forward in a hurry to save her son, but was held back by another group of students. The middle-aged woman could only watch her son get beaten, and was so anxious that she could not help kowtowing to these students, her head all over the place. Bleeding from the knock, but these youngsters are all heartless and indifferent.
The middle-aged man also wanted to save the child, but he was no match for so many teenagers alone, and he was beaten with bruises and bruises. The family looked really pitiful. Still no one dared to reach out.
Han Siwu was filled with righteous indignation, his black and thin face was full of resentment, and said angrily: "So many people bully the elderly and children, it's really lawless!"
After he finished speaking, he rolled up his sleeves and wanted to go up to stop it. Han Sigui, who was next to him, also wanted to go up. What people who practice martial arts can't see most is bullying the young with the crowd and bullying the weak with the strong. How can they ignore it when they see it!
"stop!"
In order to stop them, Hande's expression was very serious, which was different from his usual smile.
"Uncle Fifteen, if you don't go to that little girl, you will be beaten to death!" Han Siwu was anxious.
Zhu Siya was also very angry. Shi Guangshan was a Shaolin lay disciple, and he was more particular about chivalry. Although she only stayed by Shi Guangshan's side for two months, this chivalrous spirit was kept in her heart.
At this moment, seeing Han De trying to stop Han Siwu from saving people, he couldn't help but get angry: "You refuse to save yourself, why are you stopping us? Coward!"
Shen Jiao and Han Defu were teaching this girl to read and write recently. Although learning culture was not as quick as learning martial arts, they still remembered a lot of words. Coward is one of them.
Han De snorted disdainfully, picked up some pebbles on the ground, and whispered to them: "You're going to use this shit? If you don't do it well, you will cause trouble for the village. Look at it, just teach people a lesson. To be so unknowing is an expert!"
After he finished speaking, he shook his hand lightly, and a pebble quickly bounced on the **** of the girl who had been hit the hardest.
"Ouch, who shot me with a slingshot?"
The female student jumped up with her **** in her hands and searched everywhere, but she couldn't see a ghost.
Han Dexing and Han Defu also picked up a lot of pebbles. The two hid in the dark, and a small pebble popped up from time to time. Han Sigui and Han Siwu also followed suit. .
The skill of slinging stones is a skill that every child in the Han family has to practice since they were young. There are many mountains and rocks in the village, and they can practice it anytime, anywhere. Therefore, all the children of the Han family have the ability to throw stones with one hand, not to mention a hundred in a hundred. , but seven or eight out of ten times are easy.
For a time, more than a dozen students in front of him were like the great dancer, jumping like chickens and dogs, and there were several big bumps on their faces, which was really relieved.
Both Zhu Siya and Shen Jiao looked hot, but they couldn't throw rocks, so they could only watch Han Defu and the others show their skills.
The group of students also understood at this moment that an expert was secretly taking action. Thinking of the legend that the people of Huaxin County were martial arts, they couldn't help but get scared. When they looked at the paintings and calligraphy on the ground, they were almost burned, so a dozen people hurried away. .
Only after these students left did the residents from afar dare to step forward and help the middle-aged man to carry the unconscious old man and the bloodied boy to their home.
Qi Huamin stood beside Shen Jiao and said abruptly, "This old man is so angry that he hurts his heart. I'm afraid it will be more fortunate!"
Zhu Siya worried: "It's really pitiful, I don't know if I can survive it?"
Qi Huarong frowned slightly, with a look of pity: "This old man hurts his vitality, even if he survives, if he doesn't take medicine, his life span will be greatly damaged, and the boy, I don't know if he has internal injuries, really What a pity!"
"If you really pity that family, just send some medicine over there, don't just say it." Handoff choked.
Qi Huarong wasn't angry either, smiled and said, "My brother and I have this intention, and it just so happens that we have some wound medicine on us, and we will send it to their house after a while, but unfortunately we only have the wound medicine, if someone ginseng Yangrong The pill will be fine, the old man's body is too weak, using ginseng Yangrong pill can make up for the body."
"By the way, Sister Shen, I remember that the ginseng Yangrong Pill of your family's Jimintang is very famous!" Qi Huarong looked at Shen Jiao with a smile.