Siheyuan: After being robbed of her marriage, she married Zheng Juan backhandedly

In the teahouse, the soldiers could not help but take two steps back when they heard Xiaopang's words.

After all, Cheng Zhiguo's prestige is too powerful, and they were warned by the older generation when they were exercising.

"Don't mess with the people at Zha Steel Factory, there's a big guy over there."

Originally, there were still some soldiers who didn't believe in this evil, and insisted on finding trouble with Shangzha Steel Factory.

They didn't dare to attack the steel mill directly, so they found some insignificant employees of the steel mill.

As a result, as soon as there was a commotion here, the rioting soldiers were neatly hung on the trees on the mountain behind the Zhagang Factory the next night.

By the time they were rescued, they were already unconscious.

The mouth was crooked, and the saliva and snot were all over the body.

Those who were present could see this sign at a glance, and they were scared out of their wits.

Moreover, I was frightened by the extremely terrifying scene.

"It's the same as those people back then."

The soldiers of the older generation sighed, and led the other soldiers out of the area.

Until the end of the campaign, there will be no more soldiers in this area causing trouble here.

Now this group of teenagers actually said that they were the apprentices of that big man, which really frightened the little soldiers present to their knees.

Huang Zeliang didn't look at the other soldiers, he just stared closely at the storyteller who came down from the stage.

He can be sure that this storyteller must have a close relationship with the so-called "Thousand Gate" old man he investigated.

The storyteller is not very old, and looks similar to him.

But he stubbornly kept a small braid, if he didn't see that he still kept a bang hairstyle on his forehead.

Huang Zeliang would even think that he is a survivor of the previous dynasty.

I saw him raising the folding fan in his hand.

It opened with a bang.

Following his fanning, the little soldiers moved out of the way.

He came slowly down the path between them.

Xiaopang wanted to stand in front of Huang Zeliang, but Huang Zeliang pulled him back.

He also took a step forward, confronting the storyteller.

"As the saying goes, it is a great pleasure to have friends from afar. Today, the little brother comes to our museum, and I will do my best to be a landlord."

The teenagers on Huang Zeliang's side were listening to what the young storyteller said,

It's a piece of toothache.

But before their boss spoke, they endured it.

Huang Zeliang didn't speak, but looked him up and down.

Only then did I realize that the young storyteller was wearing a long gown. If he matched it with an ancient hat, he would look like a scholar from the former dynasty.

When he was looking at the storyteller, the storyteller was also looking at him.

It's just that no matter how the person opposite looked at him, he didn't think that the young man in front of him would be the apprentice of the big man whom everyone talked about.

At this time, the storyteller waved the paper fan and smiled slightly at Huang Zeliang.

"Which apprentice do you say you are, I'm curious how you can prove your identity?"

Before Huang Zeliang could respond, Xiaopang wanted to rush out and scold the storyteller.

He blocked his little companion's actions.

He raised his head to the storyteller and said:
"How do you want me to prove it?"

At this time, the storyteller put away the paper fan all of a sudden, clapped it in his hand and said to him seriously:

"I heard that the big man is a man who is good at literature and martial arts. It just so happens that my younger brother has also practiced crop tricks for several years."

I saw him pointing to a table next to Huang Zeliang with a paper fan in his hand.

"Why don't we just compete on the table?"

The teenagers looked at the table he was pointing at.

It was just an ordinary small wooden table, which was usually used by tea drinkers to enjoy tea and eat.

The four thighs didn't look thick, and they doubted whether they could bear a person's weight.

At this time, Xiaopang knocked on the countertop of the table beside him, making a "bang bang" sound.

Now their faces are a little ugly.

"Damn it, this table can't bear the weight of one person at all. You say you want to compete on stage again. Isn't that bullying us?"

The other teenagers also looked angry. They could tell that the storyteller was deliberately making fun of them.

Huang Zeliang looked at the table, then at the storyteller who had started to roll up his sleeves.

Happy, smiled and asked him:

"You are so confident, I will definitely agree to your challenge?"

At this time, the storyteller was shaking the paper fan, and wrapped his whip around his neck with his hands back.

When he spit out the fan and followed it with his hands, he said softly:
"If you are really his apprentice, you dare not go up."

Huang Zeliang could tell that the storyteller's hands were a little white, even whiter than ordinary girls' hands.

He clapped his hands.

called out:
"Okay, today I will see if there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in this teahouse."

As he said that, under the gaze of everyone, he walked to the side of the table, jumped on it easily, and stepped on the two corners of the table.

When Xiaopang and the others saw the skill of the boss, they applauded him unexpectedly.

"Okay, Boss is doing well."

"Look at that horse stance, we will win today."

The little soldiers couldn't help but gasped when they saw that the apprentice of this great man had such power.

This is because they know that the small table in this teahouse is not to mention two people standing on it, even if they use a little force at ordinary times, they are afraid that the table will fall apart.

The tea doctors here usually take extra care when cleaning these fragile-looking tables.

But now the young man was able to stand firm on it, and even cast a provocative look at the storyteller.

The storyteller is not polite at this time.

Stepping on a few empty stools, he jumped to the opposite side of the table with a few leaps. Like Huang Zeliang, he chose two corner feet for his legs.

There were two people standing on the table, which was originally only a little more than one hand wide, almost face to face.

Huang Zeliang was not polite to the other party anymore. When he first came up and hadn't stood still, he saw through that the other party deliberately put gravity on one of his feet when he came up.

By this time the table was already a little crumbling.

While balancing himself, he used his most proficient Shaolin Changquan at him.

"Long fist? Or authentic Shaolin boxing?"

The storyteller saw through Huang Zeliang's boxing at a glance, and had already inserted the paper fan in his waist when he jumped up.

At this time, the focus is on manual skills. Although the paper fan is a good short weapon at this time, it is useless at such a short distance.

His hands were not idle, and when he blocked Huang Zeliang's fist, his brows frowned.

"This is not Shaolin Jin."

Huang Zeliang smiled.

"You know a lot, let's see how."

While maintaining their balance on the table, the two teenagers exchanged palms.

Whether it's the little soldiers or the little fat people below, they are all fascinated by it.

"My horse, this is really better than the movie."