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Since Zheng Peng shined in the family exam that night, Xiaopangqiu's status in the mansion was different from the past, especially Mrs. Zheng had to see the eldest son's grandson twice sooner or later. At this time, when the young master who was in good condition was shouting and hitting, the family members of the accompanying family still had some hesitation. They rushed up and punched them. They were afraid that they would not be ruthless when they punched them, and they were afraid that they would not be heavy when they lifted their feet. I hope they could take this opportunity to perform well.

"Brother Wang, Brother Zhai, and A Peng, why are you here?" Tang Li asked, and before they could answer, he smiled and said, "But it's just right."

"Ali, while Master Zhai hasn't left these two days, I was learning painting with him. Today's Buddhist Christmas is lively. Master Zhai said that he was going to come out and take a walk, but he actually encountered this!" Seeing the fight in the field, Xiaopang Qiuer said excitedly without looking back. As soon as he finished this sentence, he heard him screaming: "Beat, beat these lowly slaves hard for me."

Xiaopangqiu's family was the first to take action, and the number of people was added to two more. With just talking, two of the four servants of Master Jiang had been put down by joining hands, and the other two were also trying hard to support it. The situation in the field was very good, and the "playboy" standing next to him had already changed his face.

"Ali, what's going on?" Two days later, when I saw each other, it was like this when I saw each other again. The black-faced Zhai Yan asked with a gimmick and interested.

"According to accident, I was bitten by a dog." Looking at Master Jiang's face, Tang Li smiled slightly indifferently. Just when he was about to say more, he saw that the monk Wuxiang had just set off and said: "Amitabha Buddha, Galen Temple is a pure place in Buddhism. I also asked the lay Buddhist to stop this dispute so as not to collide with the gods and Buddhas."

The battle was quite a big deal. Just as Monk Wuxiang was persuading, the crowd was lined up. Mr. Zhang, who had not seen him for a long time, walked in with a man about 40 years old, a big belly, and behind them, Zhang Furong dressed in yellow.

The Zhang family members who came with them saw that they were being beaten and were willing to rest. Without waiting for the master's order, they rushed forward with a shout of hugging their sleeves. The situation reversed for a moment, and the assassination family members were in danger.

Seeing reinforcements arrived, Master Jiang's face turned pale again, and glanced at Miss Zhang's family with a squint eyes. The guy's face turned slightly red, and he raised his chest and raised his belly and shouted: "Beat, beat me hard for the young master. Today, he has made such anger. The young master will give each of him five stagnant money."

While Wu Xiang was speaking, the Zhang family had arrived and went directly to the battle group. All this happened too quickly. When Tang Li spoke again, he could only smile bitterly with a slight smile on his lips: "It seems that the master said the wrong person."

Xiaopangqiuer has been extremely bad since childhood. Seeing that he was at a loss, he had never suffered this before, and he kept his fat face red as if he was so fat that he walked forward a few steps, raised his trembling fingers and screamed: "Zheng Fu, Zheng Fu, have you heard this dog? Stop hitting me, go back and call someone for me... Tell my dad... No, tell my ancestors that his grandson is about to be beaten to death!"

"Young...ah...Young master, little...you'll go now." Zheng Fu inhaled and made pain. While agreeing, he hugged his head with both hands, held his fists and kicked down and rushed out.

The Zhang family, who was chasing Zheng Fu, saw his opponent running away. With a laugh, he was distracted and smashed his big fist towards the fat ball moving forward.

Generally speaking, fighting like this is a battle of will. Since it can drive a large number of family members to fight, both sides have identities, and the followers will fight and exhale. If it were not for special circumstances, they would not touch the other party's master and would leave room for talks for the funeral. Therefore, the young master Jiang just now and Wang Jin and others have never been chased and beaten.

It was precisely because of this that Tang Li and the other two saw that the Ding actually punched Zheng Peng, and they changed their minds at the moment. They wanted to snatch their bodies to save each other, but they could not.

Fortunately, the little fat baller was small, but he was very clever. When he saw the fist approaching, he immediately fell to the ground. Although he couldn't help but lose his hair and dirty his clothes, he had already avoided it. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Tang Li and the other two hurriedly stepped forward to protect him.

In just a short period of time, the two sides became more and more fierce. After shouting a few times, Wu Xianggao couldn't help but see that he could not help but turn his head and said, "Crime brothers, come quickly and hold hands to separate them."

Hearing this, the dozen monks guarding the hall gate walked past the fighting arena like a wall, separating the two sides. Even if they could not hold back their fists and feet fell on them, they would never fight back or insult them. But they only proclaimed the Buddha's name. Although the believers who were watching felt that it was a pity that they had no fun, they were also admired by the monks' actions, and the applause resounded throughout the audience.

The little fat Qiuer, who was helped by Tang Li, turned pale at first. Although he saw the monk entering the venue, his face turned blood red, and he pointed and shouted angrily: "Who told you to stop? I will beat you to kill these slutty slaves!"

Although he shouted like this, the assassination in the field made the family members unable to take action after all, and the scene seemed a little stalemate for a while.

Seeing that the two sides had stopped fighting, Mr. Zhang sighed. As a Jinzhou person, he was unwilling to fight with others in places like Galen Monastery. He had no choice but to breathe. Seeing that Master Jiang was so angry, he knew his temperament and was really inconvenient to say he could stop him. Moreover, since he came, the fight time was too short, and it was over after a moment of hesitation.

He looked up at the opposite side and saw Tang Li wearing mahjong, Master Zhang couldn't help but frown. But before he could take action, he saw the middle-aged man beside him exclaiming "ahhh" and walked quickly to the opposite side.

Although Wang Jin, a scholar born in the Chengping era, could not help but say a few sentences in his usual poems, "A man immediately fights for wealth and honor", this kind of violent fight that happened around him is never seen. At this time, seeing that the two sides finally stopped fighting, he took a deep breath and turned his head to speak to Zhai Yan, but heard a bold voice laughing: "When did you arrive in Chang'an, when did you arrive in Shannan? Since you came to Jiangnan but did not go to Yangzhou, you obviously looked down on me, Lao Zhao."

Wang Jin looked at the sound, his face flashed with surprise, and then he smiled and said, "Okay, Zhao Yangming, if you don't count the silver in Yangzhou, why did you have arrived in Shannan?"

"It's not for the silk satin matter." Zhao Yangming, who bowed his hand, smiled and said: "Not to mention these common things, this one is Zhang Boyang, the silk shop in Jinzhou, these ones are..."

"Oh! This is Mr. Daozi's young disciple Zhai Yan and Zhai Gongnan; this is Tang Li, a scholar of Daodao; as for this young master..." Wang Jin was quite concerned about Zhao Yangming. However, when he introduced Zheng Peng, he saw the little fat Qiu, who was still hated on his face, and he interrupted first: "Uncle Wang, don't tell him."

"Mr. Daozi? That Mr. Daozi?" Zhao Yangming didn't care about Xiaopangqiu's interruption and asked Kaiyan.

"How many other Mr. Daozi can be there? Of course, Mr. Wu is worshipped!" Wang Jin asked with a smile, making Zhao Yangming look solemn, and bowed to Zhai Yan again: "Old Zhao vu doesn't know the masters, so please don't blame Brother Zhai. It's better to meet him by chance than to invite him. I will be a little host tonight and hold a banquet in Hualingju. Is it good to suppress everyone's shock and accompany you?"

"Thank you Brother Zhao for your kindness. But I am about to return to Beijing in the past two days. Before leaving, I want to discuss painting skills with Ali Bian Ye. Please don't bother me! Ali, Lingtang is there, so I'll let me go and see you." Zhai Yan didn't care much about the merchant. As he spoke lightly, he just bowed his hand slightly and wanted to turn around and leave with the boy.

Mr. Zhang, who was half behind Lao Zhao, was slightly surprised to see Tang Li here at first. Later, he heard that Wang Langzhong, who was very polite to Zhao Yangming, introduced him as a "Taoist student". When he heard Zhai Yan's words, he felt even more surprised as if someone had knocked on his head, with an incredible look on his face.

After the 30th year of Kaiyuan Dynasty, the name of the Painting Saint has spread all over the world. At this time, whenever painting is mentioned, people's first reaction is naturally the word "Wu Daozi". He is deeply loved and respected by His Majesty and is respected as a worshiper. It is also known that in the eyes of merchants like Master Zhang, such a person is really out of reach. In just over a month, why is this once destitute and small family member so familiar with his disciples? He still uses the nickname "Ali"? He also wants to pay homage to his mother!

At this time, the conflict had subsided, and Tang Li was worried about his mother and wanted to leave. Besides, he had nothing to say with his former father-in-law, so he bowed his hand and left with Xiaopang.

At this moment, I heard the sound of galloping horses outside the Galen Monastery. In just a moment, I saw more than a dozen soldiers holding meter-of-chains running in. Just looking at their breathless appearance, I must have been very tired.

When these men saw that the little fat ball was not abnormal, their faces suddenly relaxed. Hulala stepped up and protected Tang Li and others.

"Go and report to Mrs. Zheng quickly. The young master is not seriously injured. Report to Mr. Gong. We will report to the public. We will never dare to be biased!" Hearing the captain's words, and seeing the stern meaning in his eyes, Mr. Zhang suddenly changed his color and felt a "buzzing" sound in his head, and his legs and feet trembled slightly...

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I have been familiar with the book friend "Yangming Disciple" for a long time. This chapter appears, so I still forget not to mind.
Chapter completed!