The male protagonist stole my fiancée, so I stole her home

After the master died, Cheng Dama stayed in the house for a long time without leaving until dawn.

After the junior apprentice went to inform the village chief, the villagers came back to their senses from the shock of Dama's return home in glory, and began to come to this yard, sitting together in groups of three or five, smoking dry tobacco, and remembering the past when the master was alive.

At the same time, they were also discussing and planning funeral customs.

This is the good thing about the village. Although there will be quarrels on weekdays, as long as there is no particularly big hatred, they will come to help when someone's family holds a funeral.

The master's real name is Cheng Sheng. He never married in his life. He has relatives in the village, but he doesn't communicate much on weekdays.

Although he was brave and aggressive, he only attacked others and rarely attacked people in the village. Therefore, no one hated him. On the contrary, many children who liked to watch martial arts movies liked him.

Dama cried and said, "I will pay for all the funeral expenses of the master. It must be dignified and decent."

Dama agreed and gave 100,000 yuan to the leader of the village on the spot. The village soon became busy.

At the same time, the eldest and second brothers who got the news also rushed back from the town.

The eldest and second brothers also heard about Dama's deeds, but after entering the door, they said nothing or asked. They consciously gave cigarettes to the older generation, wore mourning clothes and white hats, and followed Dama and his younger brother to keep vigil beside the coffin.

Dama and his fellow apprentices shed tears from time to time. People who knew the master in the past also came to mourn and burn incense, and guests came and went.

During the process, Cheng Dama took the time to come outside and called the two people that the master mentioned before his death.

Little Tornado, the disciple of a Kung Fu master that Master knew before.

The reason for this nickname is that their Kung Fu is the famous Twelve-Way Spring Kick.

When he was a child, he often came to play with Da Ma's fellow apprentices and ran very fast, so Master liked to call him Little Tornado.

He is five years older than Cheng Da Ma, and the last time they met was five years ago.

"Hello, is this Little Tornado? I'm Da Ma."

Little Tornado on the other side was surprised and said, "It's you, little calf. How are you? Do you need any help? I heard that you had committed a crime before. It's okay. We practice martial arts..."

Little Tornado was very surprised. He didn't expect that it was Da Ma who called. He also knew about Da Ma's affairs before, so he wanted him to let it go.

Da Ma responded with a sad voice. Little Tornado felt something was wrong, so he asked, "Is Master Cheng okay?"

"Master... he passed away at about three o'clock last night." Da Ma said in tears.

Little Tornado was silent for a long time and didn't speak for a long time.

Finally, he said, "I'll go back today."

"Well, my master told me something before he died, which is related to you. Let's talk about it when you come over." Cheng Dama hung up the phone.

Then he called the little monk again.

He was also a disciple of the master's former friend. He used to be a monk in a temple on a deserted mountain in the next city. When he was a child, he often came to the master to talk about martial arts.

The little monk had trained a golden bell cover, which was invulnerable to swords and guns. He was very talented. When he was a child, he always served as a sandbag for Dama who practiced Bajiquan, tempering others and himself.

They had a good relationship, and Cheng Dama still remembered what he looked like.

"Hello, little monk? This is Dama."

As soon as Cheng Dama answered the phone, there was a sound of metal colliding, which kept ringing.

The little monk was also very surprised by the call. After a while of greeting each other, Dama told him that the master was dead.

The little monk was silent for a long time, and then said that he would go to Bafeng Village today.

After doing all this, Da Ma returned to the mourning hall and sat down on the straw mat, recalling the past of his master, and couldn't stop crying.

By six o'clock in the afternoon, no one came to mourn.

He sat with his brothers and sisters to eat, and no one touched the delicious food on the table.

The master accepted five disciples in his life. The third brother died unexpectedly, and now there are only four of them.

The eldest brother is already in his thirties, with a face full of vicissitudes, dark skin, but strong muscles. He helps the rice shop unload goods in the town.

The second brother is also nearly thirty years old, full of blood, messy hair, and calluses on his hands.

Only the youngest brother Cheng Tao is still full of youthful vitality.

At the dinner table, he played the video of the master's last will and testament for the two of them.

After the video was played, Da Ma lowered his head and said: "My boss promised that if I go to work for him, it will not be less than 200,000 a month. The specific value depends on the ability."

"I won't lie to my brother. I'm now

The salary is one million a month, which is very high, very high. Last time I went to Yuncheng, I helped my boss's friend fight a gangster, and he gave me a lot of bonuses..."

"My boss is a very good and young man. He helped me find someone to cure my parents' illness."

"This kind of kindness is as heavy as a mountain. I will protect him all my life, even if he wants me to die."

Cheng Dama first talked about the benefits and explained Zhou Yun's character. He felt that the boss was really a good person and he would not be wrong.

It was also made clear that this time he came back to help the boss find some good people to help.

Then he continued: "But the boss made it clear that he doesn't need people who are half-hearted. What he wants is absolute loyalty, obedience, and people who follow orders like soldiers."

"If you can't do that, I won't take you there."

"If an accident really happens because of you, I will feel guilty and will never forgive myself in this life. Then, don't blame us brothers for turning against each other. "

"I may not be able to kill you, but I will definitely die before you!"

Cheng Dama said this sincerely, hoping that his fellow apprentices would understand what to do first when following Zhou Yun.

"There are many things to do in this job, and it is accompanied by danger, blood, and killing..."

Cheng Dama repeated what he said to the master to them, explained the crisis, and then continued: "I will not force you, the decision is in your hands."

After that, he closed his eyes and drank a glass of rice wine.

The younger apprentice had already made a decision, but the brothers did not express their opinions, and he did not say anything either.

Finally, it was the eldest brother who spoke first, and said in a deep voice: "Master is dead, and I have no relatives or friends except you."

"I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child. For more than 30 years, except for carrying rice, I have not used any of the eight extreme boxing techniques of "be, help, squeeze, lean, collapse, and shake". ”

“When I was in my twenties, I also wanted to make a name for myself, but I was defeated by reality. I thought my edges had been smoothed out... But after seeing the master's last words, the blood in my heart surged again. ”

“This is an opportunity, and it is also a road that you can never turn back from once you take it.”

“But... I have decided to go with you, Dama.”

“After I am free from all worries, I will live my life to be wonderful and don't want to waste it.”

“I really... don't want to waste the skills I have accumulated over the years!”

“Master, when you were young... you were already famous in the surrounding area, but I... was just a laborer carrying rice. I don't accept it, I don't accept it!!!”

The eldest brother gulped down a bowl of wine and cried out loudly. The big man couldn't hold it back any longer.