Need for a Guard

Seeing Ma Wuchang's lack of quality, all the talents fanned the flames and condemned him!

Ma Wuchang felt that he was too miserable, clutching his bloody forehead, thinking to himself, why did he fall a big somersault for no reason?

Here is a flat place, where is there any stumbling object?

Just as he was secretly wondering, he felt a piercing pain in his ankle, stretched out to touch it, only to find that there was a sharp needle stuck in his ankle.

He was startled, pulled it out hastily, and measured it casually, it was almost two inches long!

Ma Wuchang stood up and cursed loudly: "Who the hell is fucking with me? I can't stop talking to him..."

He raised his head, only to see that Chen Sifan had straightened his waist, stood in front of him angrily, and was staring at him with a pair of red eyes.

"Chen...Master Chen, you...Nemo are going to eat me? I...are injured!"

Chen Sifan waved his hand, making all the talents quiet, staring at Ma Wuchang, and said sonorously: "Mr. Ma, as a student, you should be as good as you say, and I am willing to accept the bet! If you lose, you lose, and if you win, you win." How can foreign things affect virtue?"

"Since you have lost the game, you should have no complaints or regrets! Once you do something that breaks your promise, you will be an out-and-out villain. The students here are all honest and gentlemen, and villains are not welcome to enter this threshold, Mr. Ma, Please get out."

Chen Sifan spoke very harshly, with no room for euphemism!

All the talents booed: "Get out! Get out! Get out..."

Ma Wuchang really wanted to stay, but he was not reconciled, and felt that he had the ability to solve this situation.However, looking at the situation, if he didn't leave, he might be thrown out by these students.

Hey... let's go!

When I went out today, I encountered no Bodhisattva, so unlucky.

With a long sigh, he was about to limp and walk out, cursing in his heart: Damn, how did this silver needle get stuck in my ankle?Let me know who it is, I can't spare him.

"Master Ma, let's go slowly!"

You Lan called out delicately, making all the talents look sideways.

Chen Sifan didn't dare to underestimate You Lan, so he quickly asked politely: "Little book boy, do you have any advice?"

You Lan smiled, stretched out her small hand, pointed at Ma Wuchang's foot, and said with concern: "Master Chen, gentlemen, please take a look, regardless of Mr. Ma's character, let's just say that Mr. Ma's foot is injured. For a moment and a half, I can't move if I think about it."

"A gentleman should have a heart of virtue. Why don't you let Mr. Ma stay, rest for a while, recover some strength, and go out again?"

Oh?

Chen Sifan looked back at Ma Wuchang's ankle, stroked his beard and said, "Mr. Chen was negligent. Since the little bookboy has a heart of compassion, I ask Mr. Ma to stop!"

After a pause, he added: "If Mr. Ma commits the act of a villain again, don't blame me, Chen Sifan, for dealing with it fairly."

Walking around again, turn around and sit down!

Ma Wuchang was sentenced to death with a reprieve, and he was overjoyed, he never thought that the one who interceded for him would be this bright-eyed little book boy!Uh... Could it be that this little book boy showed his love to me and wanted to be my book boy?

Hehe...that's a good time!

Ma Wuchang smiled again, pretending to be polite for the first time, bowed to Youlan and said: "Thank you for your kindness, Miss, for understanding my difficulties, I can't repay you..."

Hey... how could I be kind?

You Lan covered her mouth, pointed at the chair beside her, and giggled coquettishly: "No! No! Mr. Ma, you have bad legs and feet, please sit down and stop causing trouble."

But I thought in my heart: This guy is really confused, and he thanked me!

The big bag on your head is bleeding because of me, and I pierced your ankle with a silver needle. The silver on your body was either stolen by me or cheated by me.

I've become 'bad' like this, how can you still thank me?

Although Shi Yue claimed to be smart, but this time he really didn't understand You Lan's 'good intentions', and looked at her with a slightly more puzzled expression.

"You are stupid!"

Youlan twisted her waist, rubbed against Shi Yue's body, whispered to her ear, "You really think I'm kind! He still has 1000 taels of silver on him. If he doesn't let him spend all his money, how can I be willing to let him spend all his money?" Walk?"

Shi Yue heaved a sigh of relief, tapped You Lan's smooth forehead, and said sadly: "The most poisonous woman's heart!"

"Bah...don't talk nonsense!"

You Lan scratched Shi Yue's ribs with her little hands, and said angrily, "Who told him to be mean to me just now? He just wanted to buy me for ten taels of silver, do you really think I'm a bargain?"

"That's right!" Shi Yue snorted cooperatively: "For ten taels of silver, I want the master to sell You Lan, and there is no door!"

"Master is still wise..."

"Eh... as long as he has one or two more, the master can also consider..."

"Bad guy, you are so dead!"

A pair of evil masters and servants, when they were bickering, all the talents watched the arrangement, and really entered the stage of meditation.

In all fairness, the "three steps" performed by Ma Wuchang just now is really very simple.

Most of the talented scholars present can see the huge loopholes in it.

If this "Thousands of Miles Alone" is so easy to crack, Hongxing spent several days and nights, memorizing the moves of those hundreds of copies, wouldn't it be all useless work?

The mystery of layout can also be compared with magic!

When you see the magician perform all kinds of impossible things on the stage, your heart is full of inconceivability, and you feel that this is sacred, but when the magician reveals the mystery in front of you, you suddenly realize: "Oh! So it turned out to be like this..."

At this moment, this disc of 'A Thousand Miles Alone' is like a very great magician performing wonderful magic tricks. All the talents are devoting their minds to find ways to explore the mystery and mystery.

Occasionally, there is a talented person, who comes up with a sacred idea, and comes to the stage with great interest, betting 100 taels of silver, and playing chess with Hongxing full of expectations!

However, the ideal is full, but the reality is quite backbone!

After some scrutiny of no more than ten moves, Hong Xing came out of a masterful hand and directly killed the challenger's excitement in disappointment.

Every time a game of chess ends, all the talents will suddenly realize it, then sum up their experience, continue to start from other chess moves, and ambitiously want to solve this mysterious arrangement.

In a flash, an hour passed!

Already ten talents have left their footprints of failure on the high platform, and 1000 taels of silver have also been collected by Hongxing.

Among them, Ma Wuchang was excited, went up to embarrass others, and walked a few steps. In the end, he reluctantly donated 200 taels of silver, but was defeated simply and neatly.

However, no one laughed at him this time, because...all the talents didn't get rid of the situation!

Fifty steps laugh at a hundred steps, why bother?

This time, Ma Wuchang finally understood what he was doing, and he secretly made up his mind to only watch, listen, and appreciate, and never go up there again to show off his face and make people laugh.

No matter how much money there is, it can't afford such expenses...

But at this time, he just felt thirsty and ordered the servant girl to serve him a cup of tea.

The little maid timidly came over with the tea, stood obediently in front of Ma Wuchang, and shouted: "Mr. Ma, please use the tea!"

Ma Wuchang picked up the tea, took a sip, and shouted: "Good tea! Good tea..."

The little maid smiled softly: "Of course it's good tea, 100 taels of silver for a cup."

puff……

As soon as Ma Wuchang took his second sip of tea, he spat it out in embarrassment, choked his throat, coughed a few times, his face turned red, and his eyes were full of fear!