Those years when I was a tool person

Song Xin's head was pressed down, and he couldn't see the confrontation between the two sides, but his ears were still intact, so it was a little strange why the rest of the people fell silent after the strange boy spoke.

When the group of people chased him, they were arrogant, cursing and saying that they would break his legs if they caught him.

Song Xin thought to himself at the time, just interrupt if you interrupt, and you have to run if you threaten him. He is a weak college student who can't carry his shoulders or hands. If he is asked to chop trees for two days, he will die of overwork in the woodyard.

The boy said that he was not with that group of people, Song Xin was a little worried, just now he had a quick glance, the boy was immature, no more than seventeen or eighteen years old.

He lowered his head now, his eyesight was limited, his eyes fell on the young man's thin back, and he was even more worried.

On the opposite side are more than a dozen tall and strong men.

While thinking wildly, there was movement on the other side.

After a while of the sound of cloth rubbing against each other, there was a hint of sincerity in the rough male voice: "Han, Han Shaoxia?"

Song Xin heard that the owner of the voice was the leader of the group chasing him, but why does this voice sound so hollow?

Seeing a group of people see his appearance, Rong Ying suddenly backed away, and was taken aback for a moment. He took a closer look, and matched the name of the strong man in the head with the memory of the original owner: "The people under Zhang Hu?"

The wooden field was difficult, and the officials who were really in power slipped out of the mountains early, leaving only a few confidantes to supervise everything.Zhang Hu is one of the supervisors. He has a violent temperament on weekdays. Although his status is not high, he likes to form cliques to act as a leader.

There are coolies who steal, rape and play tricks in the woodyard, and they often pay tribute to Zhang Hu in order to get shelter and push the dirty work to others.

To put it bluntly, there are no tigers and monkeys to dominate the mountains. The monkeys are unwilling to be lonely and raise a few pugs.

After being sized up by Rong Ying's slightly curious eyes, the strong man's legs were so soft that he could hardly stand up: "Small man, the villain has eyes but no eyes, I don't know that Han Shaoxia is here, rushed, collided..."

"Okay, just swallow the nonsense, now tell me why you chased him," Rong Ying interrupted the strong man, pointing to Song Xin behind him.

"He, he is a coolie from the wood farm. He absconded privately. Supervisor Zhang asked us to take him back."

Rong Ying glanced behind her, and exchanged a glance with Song Xin who happened to look up, both of them were slightly taken aback.

Song Xin felt that the boy in front of him looked good, with red lips and white teeth, round almond eyes, black and bright eyes, and a baby face, which looked really cute.

Rong Ying felt a sense of familiarity welling up in her heart, but it just passed by in a flash and she couldn't figure it out.

When he came back to his senses, Rong Ying lowered his head and moved a little closer, making sure that Song Xin only had doubts and panic about his actions. After a pause, he turned his head and said to the strong man, "Go back and tell Zhang Hu, I will cover this person from now on, so don't get too caught up in making trouble for him."

"This..." The brawny man froze for a moment, met Rong Ying's gradually unfriendly eyes, he shuddered, and immediately nodded and bowed: "Yes, yes, the villain will go back and explain clearly."

Without waiting for Rong Ying to chase them away, the strong man saw that he was going to raise his hand, and immediately led a group of people scrambling and disappearing.

Song Xin struggled, and finally managed to escape from Rong Ying's grasp.

Standing on tiptoe, he looked at the group of people who ran away as if their butts were on fire, then looked back at Rongying, clicked his tongue twice, and leaned closer: "Those people are afraid of you, you know martial arts?"

Rong Ying pushed his head away, walked to the side, bent down and picked up the sword on the ground, and pulled it out a few times, recalling the appearance of a chivalrous man in TV dramas, possing, "What do you think?"

Song Xin, who had no knowledge, was really taken aback, "Then can you teach me? I can take you as my teacher."

Although this master might be a little young, Song Xin didn't dislike him at all. Being young doesn't mean he's incapable.

The ability to scare off those thugs without doing anything is worth learning.

After all, this world is too dangerous. A college degree is useless. To survive, he must have the value of force, otherwise he will not even be able to walk out of the mountains.

Others are the protagonists when they time travel, leveling up all the way to the pinnacle of life, and composing the myth of invincibility. It’s fine for him to be arrested and sent to the lumberyard to do coolies as soon as he travels. He must not be trapped on a mountain without pursuit.

Rong Ying was about to leave the hillside, but Song Xin who didn't get a response quickly followed him. He thought for a while, trying to draw the relationship between the two closer: "Little brother, what's your name? I heard that person called you Han Shaoxia just now... ··”

Without saying the rest, Song Xinsheng swallowed it back, Rong Ying's eyes were too terrifying, as if he could cut him off on the spot with just one more word.

little brother?

snort!

Rong Ying took back the unsheathed sword with a cold face, and gave Song Xin a hard look, with threatening eyes: If you dare to call me little brother again, be careful of your little brother.

Song Xin looked like he was only 20 years old, but in reality he was already on his way to the third year. To be called little brother by someone who could be his brother, what about his dignity?

It's a pity that the remaining prestige of drawing the sword is still there, but Song Xin forgets to eat and not to fight. After a long silence, he took the initiative to talk to Rong Ying: "Your surname is Han, right? What's your name? Well, let me introduce myself first. My name is Song Xin, I'm 19 years old, a sophomore... hey, forget it, you won't understand, anyway, it means that I'm still studying, how about you? How old are you?"

Rong Ying was so annoyed, and at the same time felt that this scene seemed familiar, he stopped and looked at Song Xin who was chattering non-stop with a blank expression.

Song Xin shrunk her neck subconsciously from being stared at, but kept talking: "Say, talk, let's just chat. As the saying goes, meeting is fate, let's get to know each other."

Rong Ying looked down and looked at Song Xin's outstretched right hand, her lips trembled.

Back then he was pestering Cui Qiao like this...

Suppressing the sudden surge of thoughts, Rong Ying twitched the corners of her mouth, and said in a cold tone, "Shut up, one more word will throw you off the cliff."

Song Xin immediately became dumb.

They left the hillside and entered the forest. They walked all the way up the mountain, and now there was a cliff next to them. When they came over, he looked down curiously. The depth was bottomless, and he could hardly survive if he fell down.

The little master has a good face, and he can draw his sword to save him when he sees injustice, but it doesn't mean he won't throw people off the cliff.

The mountain road is winding and difficult, with mixed vegetation and trees. Between the cliff and the chaotic trees, there is a narrow path, which is the trace of people who often walk by.

Rong Ying always paid attention to the situation of the people behind him, and when he heard Song Xin panting as he climbed the mountain, he secretly thanked the original owner for his good health, otherwise he would also be panting like this, and he would be a teacher in the future, without any face.

The path stretches to a huge boulder, bypassing the stones lying on the edge of the cliff, a platform on the right, and a bamboo forest beyond, and a small courtyard can be seen faintly.

Rong Ying walked into the bamboo forest. Song Xin sat on the boulder, resting on his knees. He also saw the thatched cottage in the small courtyard, "Does anyone live there?"

"My house." Rong Ying replied without turning her head.

The small thatched house is Han Jianlin's residence in the mountains. He occasionally goes to do some work in the woodyard halfway up the mountain, which is why the strong man knew him.

But Han Jianlin was not a coolie. He went there voluntarily. On the surface, he worked, but in fact he was to suppress the brutal supervisor.

Zhang Hu has been planted in his hands many times, and the ones he taught him dare not fart.

The establishment of Muchang was ultimately the fault of Han Baoyin. In order to search for the people's fat and people's anointment in an open and honest manner, he suggested that Emperor Taikang build another palace, and claimed that he accidentally got a blueprint with a majestic and beautiful "Heavenly Palace on Earth" , all the luxurious and beautiful words in the world can't describe its beauty.

Emperor Taikang was indeed aroused by the palace depicted by Han Baoyin. With a swipe of his pen, all local governments would participate, contributing money, people and efforts, and pouring all the wealth of the country to jointly build this "Heavenly Palace on Earth".

The lumber yard in the mountain at their feet is one of the lumber yards in various places, and it specializes in providing wood for the "Heavenly Palace on Earth".

Han Jianlin couldn't persuade his father. After knowing that there was an additional "purgatory on earth" not far from where he lived, he went to visit him from time to time. few.

After entering the bamboo forest, Rong Ying recorded the surrounding environment very secretly. Han Jianlin lived in seclusion in the mountains, and his residence was only a hill away from Mrs. Jingshen.

Han Baoyin also knew this place, and he had been here a few times, trying to persuade his son to go home with him, but was turned away.

Han Jianlin didn't want to go back with him. He grew up with the people of Jianghu, and he had a scale in his heart to measure the world.

This is also the reason why Jingshen, who is both righteous and evil, failed to raise him as a crooked one.

He understood that Han Baoyin was his biological father, and although he did not have the grace to bring him up, it was not his intention, and it was understandable, so he could call him daddy.At the same time, Han Baoyin was also a villain who did all kinds of bad things. He couldn't understand it and couldn't persuade him, so he didn't want to have anything to do with him.

Han Jianlin lived willfully and soberly.

Rong Ying came to the thatched house, stretched out his hand and gently pushed the door open, he stepped in, followed by Song Xin, who followed closely behind.

"Your place is too crude." Song Xin couldn't help exclaiming as he looked at the layout of the room.

Rong Ying felt the same way, a small thatched house with a small area and few furnishings, a bed, a table, and a small kettle on the table.

The only place to sit is a small tree stump, or you have to sit directly on the bed.

Rong Ying glanced at Song Xin who was sitting obediently on the tree stump, turned around and went out the door.

Song Xin wanted to follow, but just as he was about to get up, he heard Rong Ying's voice from outside the house: "Stay inside, I'll go find something to eat."

Seeking help from others, and relying on others for help, Song Xin sat back angrily upon hearing this.

Rong reflected out of the room, looked around, and found that he couldn't do anything.

Where can I find something to eat?

There is not even a kitchen in the courtyard.

Could it be that the original owner grew up drinking dew?

In Rong Ying's mind, the real Han Jianlin inexplicably had a Buddha-nature.

Desire and desire make people forget about hunger.

Sighing, Rong Ying decided to go back along the trail and go to the lake to catch a few fish and grill them.

Arriving at the edge of the lake, looking at the sparkling water surface, Rongying encountered another difficulty.

Do you want to go into the water?

He was submerged in a psychological shadow, and subconsciously broke out in a cold sweat when he saw this kind of water that could not be seen to the bottom at a glance, let alone entering the water.

Worried, Rong Ying saw the stones by the lake, and with the mentality of giving it a try, tried to recall the original owner's skill, spotted a grass carp swimming in front of him, and threw it out with a "whoosh".

The grass carp in the water turned its white belly and floated up.

Rong Ying on the shore jumped around twice excitedly, found a long branch, and speared the grass carp.

Following the gourd painting, Rong Ying hit two more fish with stones, and then returned to the small courtyard with his results.

In the thatched cottage, Song Xin propped himself up and waited to see through. When he saw a familiar figure finally appear at the door, he slipped his hand, failed to hold on, and fell from the tree stump to the ground.

Quickly got up, patted the dust on his body, Song Xin walked forward as if nothing happened.

"You're back!"

The words were addressed to Rong Ying, but Song Xin's eyes were glued to the fish he was carrying.

It has been four or five days since he passed through, and he has not been able to eat meat. The food in the woodyard does not have any meaty smell, and everyone who is poor is angry!

Song Xin's emotions were written all over his face, and Rong Ying looked at it with a deliberately tense expression that almost failed him.

A fire was set up in the yard, and the sky darkened after eating the grilled fish. Rong Ying asked Song Xin to clean up the leftovers, and went into the house by herself.

He just remembered that there was only one bed in the room.

So when Song Xin came in and asked him where he was sleeping tonight, he saw Rong Ying stretching out his hand extremely indifferently, pointing to a rope that he didn't know when he pulled in the corner of the wall.

"You want me to sleep there?!"

Rong Ying nodded.

Song Xin couldn't believe it: "Can this sleep with someone?" He's not a fool, so he definitely can't sleep with someone.

Rong Ying: "If you want me to teach you martial arts, just sleep."

The tone is firm, unrefutable, and the plot demands it.

Song Xin: "..."

Could it be the test before teaching him martial arts?

He remembered that Xiaolongnv slept on the rope.

Hesitantly walking to the rope hanging in mid-air, Song Xin supported it with both hands, and tried to sit on it first, his buttocks were a little strangled, but it was not impossible to sit.

Really interesting!

Song Xin was overjoyed, feeling that he might have touched the threshold of a martial arts master invisibly, and was about to lie flat on his side, but the rope swayed, and he turned over from the other side, and fell to the ground with a slap.

Song Xin: "..."

Rong Ying on the side shook her shoulders holding back her laughter.