Back Off, Let Me Come

"These warriors!" Qi Shan cursed angrily, his thoughts confused by the banging sound of fighting. I was really impatient, so I raised my hand and pulled out the fork holding the window. Without the support of the fork, the window snapped shut, "Are you going to let me sleep at night?"

The moonlight pouring into the house was cut in half.

The sound of closing the window is a little quieter, but it is still very noisy. The noise is like mosquitoes buzzing in the ears. It is not loud but has a strong presence. Qishan sighed, and had no choice but to use a "not hearing anything outside the window" spirit to block his hearing.

Others don't have this ability.

Holding back his anger, he peeked out to see who was going crazy at night. When he saw it was Shen Tang and Li Li, he went back to his room to continue to sleep.

Zhai Le yawned: "Brother Shen is so energetic."

Gong Shuwu was not surprised: "It stopped after the beating."

"Go to sleep, I have to get up early tomorrow."

He also wanted to see how Gong Shuwu trained his troops.

Zhai Le crawled into his bed and closed his eyes.

Within three breaths, slight snoring sounded.

Gong Shuwu raised his hand and flicked out the oil lamp.

The bandits' village had limited housing, and dozens of new people were purchased during the day. The housing became increasingly tight, and the people below crowded into Datong Shop. As a guest, Zhai Le could only share a room with Gong Shuwu. It's said to be "squeezing into one room", but it's actually just sleeping on two makeshift wooden boards.

Although the conditions are simple, Zhai Le knows the conditions on Shen Tang's side, and as a brave warrior, he himself does not have the squeamishness of ordinary children of aristocratic families. When I was young, I practiced hard in the mountains. Not to mention sleeping on a patchwork of wooden boards, being able to lie down and sleep was a luxury.

At least it still has a roof and four walls.

The fight between Shen Tang and Li Li continues.

The situation remained at a stalemate. Li Li tried to use various methods to break through, but failed repeatedly. Whether it was fast attack, slow attack, or sudden sneak attack, Shen Tang was always able to do it with ease and followed him to change the response rhythm. The more Li Li beats, the more anxious and upset he becomes.

In the end, he lost his rhythm and was caught by Shen Tang, who hit him on the wrist with a blow. The moment the "weapon" was released, he secretly thought something was wrong. Sure enough, after only three moves, she decisively pressed the tip of the wooden stick against his throat, and he lost.

Lili stood there for a long time.

Until Shen Tang took back the stick.

"Lang Jun, if you've had enough fun, can you go back to sleep?" As the hot blood rushing to his brain gradually cooled down, the fighting spirit boiling in Lili's blood was replaced by some kind of weakness. He took a deep breath, suppressed the negative emotions that were running rampant in his chest, and tried to sound kinder, "I won't accompany you anymore, little one."

After that, he turned and left.

The direction of walking was not the room but the stream near the bandit village. Shen Tang hesitated for a while, then stepped forward to follow.

Lili's roar could be heard far away.

“Ahhhhh——”

The stream water was up to Lili's waist.

He slapped the water furiously, roaring with unknown emotions from his throat, or kicking or kicking, and he didn't lean back until his strength was exhausted. With the surge of huge water splashes, let the stream completely submerge the body. He only resurfaced when he felt the air in his chest had been exhausted and was about to explode.

The coolness of the stream flowed into his body through his skin, making his chaotic, swollen and feverish mind feel better, and his rationality gradually returned.

He was about to go ashore when he saw a familiar short figure standing by the stream, quietly looking in his direction.

Li Li tensed the flesh of his jaw and pursed his lips.

"Mr. Lang, this is..."

Shen Tang said: "I see that you are not in the right mood, let's take a look."

Li Li laughed and asked: "Mr. Lang is afraid that the little one will commit suicide?"

Shen Tang nodded honestly.

But Lili smiled wryly and murmured: "No more, hehe, I really want to commit suicide. I have committed suicide a few years ago. How could I live till now?"

Shen Tang asked: "Is it related to that lady?"

Li Li's face changed slightly, but he still nodded and admitted without hesitation: "I have some relationship with Madam, but not all of it, more of it is disgust for myself... I just finally understood that, as her brother said, some things are really true It’s destined at birth.”

Shen Tang asked: "What did he tell you?"

Lili tightened his cheeks and said with restraint, "It's nothing. It's just that Madam has been holding a silver spoon in her mouth since she was a child. What she chews in one day may be worth my three to five or even ten years. Even if I can seduce Madam If you leave me, you will only let her down in the end. He is right, many people will die wherever they are born! Even if God has mercy on him and gives him a good foundation for practicing martial arts, it will be useless!"

Shen Tang was almost shocked by his depression.

"how you said that?"

Li Lihong said with red eyes: "I am a ready-made example. Even if God gave me a bowl, I will still starve to death..."

Obviously his talent is so good that he can change his family's fate of poverty. He can afford to raise as many younger brothers and sisters as his parents have, but in the end he has no opportunities but cannot seize them!

"When I was young, I was often disturbed by hunger. Every day I opened my eyes, I was worrying about how to fill my stomach, and I used all my energy to survive."

He didn't know that he was talented, nor did he know how to be brave and literary, and his background destined him not to be able to get in touch with those things. Even knowing it is useless, because it is too difficult to cultivate warriors, and it is not something poor people who do their best to fill their stomachs can expect.

When Lili knew what he had missed, he was confused and suffering, and his wife was the only one who comforted him patiently.

Li Li's eyes were gentle: "Madam is the most beautiful woman in the world, and no one has ever treated me so well like her."

Teach him how to hold a pen, how to read, how to read, and ask a martial artist to teach him martial arts. Obviously he is just a face, and the face is just a plaything, why should she be so caring?

Li Li still understands this truth.

He waded out of the water, climbed up, sat by the stream, took off his shirt and twisted it, jokingly said: "I was still not convinced at that time. I told my wife's brother that I would never be brave in this life. But I will definitely not be weaker than the so-called warriors, I can still protect Madam, and I can also earn honor for her."

Relying on his youthful enthusiasm, coupled with the dignity that his wife stuffed into his body, it was the first time he choked with someone superior.

Just to fight for the right to stay.

Of course, the results are obvious.

He probably will never forget his wife's elder brother's eyes at that time until he died, almost piercing through his flesh, and peeping into his humble and humble soul that held his breath. All these years, he has been holding back that breath, trying to reverse something...

The reality told him——

"The literary heart and bravery are indeed unshakable."

Shen Tang suddenly understood why Lili was acting like this all of a sudden, she asked him: "Because I am a literary scholar, but I still beat you?"

Li Li said bluntly: "I can't beat you."

He has not relaxed all these years, and tried to use the method he learned at that time to draw Qi into his body, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not feel the existence of "Qi". Even if he can kill a third-level hairpin owl with his bare hands, he also knows that a third-level hairpin owl is not a true warrior. When he encounters a higher-level warrior, he can only wait for death.

Now he can't beat the weak scribes.

Now that I think about it, he really doesn't know the heights of the world.

Shen Tang helped his forehead helplessly: "...you shouldn't compare yourself to me."

Who should the reference group look for but not her? When she was drunk, she didn't even flinch when she encountered an eighth-class bus! You must know that the eighth-class public vehicle can win the existence of the No. 400 younger brother, and she dares to be tough-hehe, can this fucking be a normal ninth-rank lower-level literati?