MTL - Master of Fist-Chapter 2 4 Party Escorts

"Laifu, bring that calligraphy and painting seller here!"

After a while, a middle-aged scholar whose clothes were washed white and who was sloppy was brought to Jiang Heng. This scholar looks ordinary and nothing extraordinary.

"Sir, I want all your picture books!"

The down-and-out scholar was originally a poor person, so he naturally agreed when he saw this, and poured out all the calligraphy, calligraphy and paintings in his suitcase.

"Oh, the young master bought these useless things again." Lai Fu looked at it and thought to himself, but he didn't say much, after all, the calligraphy, calligraphy and paintings of these poor scholars were not worth a few taels of silver.

Flipping through the scrolls of calligraphy and painting, Jiang Heng's expression became uglier the more he looked at them. After reading all the way, there was not a single calligraphy and painting that produced the same effect as before.

This made Jiang Heng's restless heart instantly quiet down.

After some inquiring, Jiang Heng came to several conclusions. First of all, not all ancient paintings have that kind of weird warm current. As for the previous calligraphy and painting with weird current, it is because of the author's great emotional endowment.

According to the down-and-out scholar, that painting was the last time he went to Fucheng to participate in the township examination, because it was named Luosunshan, and he painted it in the small courtyard of the inn where he stayed. At that time, he was in an extremely sad mood, and it can be said that he was the most emotional in his life. moment.

Of course, what kind of conditions need to be met, Jiang Heng still feels that he needs to try again.

He waved his hand and asked Laifu to send a few taels of silver to the down-and-out scholar, just at this time the funeral procession on the street had already left.

The carriage moved slowly again—

The carriage didn't stay here for a long time, within the time of two sticks of incense, the carriage stopped outside the courtyard of Jiangfu.

Today is the day when Master Jiang returns home, and Jiang Heng also knows this and dare not play outside too late.

It can be said that the Jiang family's foundation was managed by his cheap father.

What the Jiang family is doing is not normal business, not ordinary business and the like. What he does is the **** agency business of going south and north.

In the boundary of Hengjiang County, others don't need to know the name of the county magistrate. But you must know that Jiang Erye, the head of the Sifang Escort Bureau, is Jiang Heng's cheap father.

Jiang Heng has never met the relatives of the older generation of cheap father, and Jiang Erhai's generation has only three brothers. When the name was chosen, it was estimated that there was no culture. Uncle Dahai, cheap father Erhai, and third uncle is Sanhai.

At present, the uncle is in charge of the family's accounts, and the third uncle is helping to run darts because he has learned some boxing skills.

To say that in Hengjiang County, the words of the Sifang Escort are almost more useful than that of the government. Jiang Heng knows that his cheap father doesn't laugh at him on weekdays, but he is actually treating his family.

Outsiders, especially enemies, have done a lot of stabbing in the back.

Jiang Heng shrugged his shoulders after thinking about his nearly two-meter-tall cheap father who was still extremely strong.

"Let's be more honest these days!"

After all, frequenting Goulan is not a problem.

The Jiang family's mansion is magnificent, although it cannot be compared with those famous families in the prefectures that have been passed down for hundreds of years, but in this small Hengjiang County, the Jiang family is an out-and-out rich family.

"Second young master!"

"Second young master!"

Stepping into the compound, I met two beautiful young maids and greeted Jiang Heng with a smile.

Without thinking, Jiang Heng said casually, "Xiaoping Xiaoyun, today she became beautiful again."

"Young master is really bad!"

The two little maids were blushing, and hurriedly ran away with small steps, holding the hem of their skirts.

Such a casual and friendly second young master is rare, but the second young master often flirts, which makes these little sisters often feel ashamed.

Jiang Erhai is now the master of the Jiang family, besides Jiang Heng, he has a son and a daughter. They are Jiang Heng's elder brother Jiang Tai and younger sister Jiang Yuyin.

"Young master is really bad!" Xiaorou, the personal maid, muttered to the side, as if she was very dissatisfied with Jiang Heng's behavior just now.

Jiang Heng waved his hand, "Where is my father? He hasn't come back yet?"

"Drinking tea with some masters in the backyard!"

"Oh!"

Jiang Geng nodded. Jiang's family opened an **** agency, and they recruited many skilled fighters under their command.

These top-notch and tactful people are all serving as bodyguards in the bodyguard bureau. In the Jiang family, they are generally called by a certain master.

Looks like something went wrong this time.

Jiang Heng thought, usually if something happens during a certain dart trip, Father Cheap will call several masters under his command to discuss it.

Passing through the rockery courtyard in the middle, before stepping into the backyard, I saw bursts of shouting from the side.

Over there is the west side of the middle courtyard, which has been transformed into a small school yard.

On weekdays, Jiang Heng could also see some servants and dart guards working hard there.

It's just some ordinary horse stances and sparring, there is nothing magical about it at all.

But listening to this shouting sound seemed somewhat familiar. So I looked for it with a trace of curiosity.

As soon as he entered the school grounds, Jiang Heng saw the third uncle who was bare-chested and full of tendons.

The third uncle is about 30 years old, he is in the prime of life, and he looks exceptionally capable. A pair of sword eyebrows, with a short beard under the lips, it looks like a hero~www.novelbuddy.com~ Sanshu Jiang Sanhai, at this moment, is in front of the big willow tree at the corner of the school field, constantly moving, slashing one after another Cutting on a willow tree as thick as two people can hug, it seems to be venting something.

Seeing Jiang Heng approaching, he didn't intend to stop.

Although Jiang Heng was a little curious, he didn't dare to bother the third uncle who was obviously in a wrong mood. He made a silent gesture to Xiaorou behind him, and walked lightly to the side, quietly watching the third uncle venting his anger here. Depression in mind.

I saw the third uncle rushing from left to right, as if he was imitating an imaginary enemy, his figure was rushing or retreating, his burly figure was as flexible as an ape.

And his thick and powerful hands clenched the blade tightly, and with each movement, he swung the knife and slashed at the willow tree in front of him.

The more Jiang Heng looked at it, the more dignified he became. He originally thought that his third uncle would be the same as the ordinary family members before, and his style was relatively shallow.

But now it seems that there is a bit of tricks in it, Jiang Heng knows very little about this kind of martial arts. After watching for a while, I could only vaguely feel that the frequency and footwork of the third uncle's attacks seemed to be organized, and every shot had a clear intention to attack... It seemed that he took the willow tree in front of him as his illusion enemy.

"Third uncle seems to have real kung fu!"

As soon as he thought this way, he saw the third uncle rushing forward, shouted suddenly, as if he was roaring, and then raised the big knife in his hand high and slashed down fiercely, hitting the thick willow tree in front of him in an instant.

Bang~ bang!

The willow tree is completely broken!

However, the willow tree was split open, and countless sawdust exploded, and willow branches and emerald green leaves were scattered everywhere.

I go! so fierce? !

Is this a martial arts drama?