Everyone read the script except me [Transmigration Book]

Yan Wujiu gave a low cough, and squinted at them expressionlessly, trying in vain to cover up his impression of being controlled by others with violent threats.

Sure enough, under his sharp gaze, everyone looked at him with slightly stiff limbs like a little white rabbit stared at by a snow wolf.

——Tsk, I don't know how this face-saving young master is going to torment innocent onlookers after being offended.

Yan Wujiu swept across the crippled and twisted beasts in messy clothes.

With no expression on his face, he suddenly sneered: "It's useless to just wave your sleeves and get down."

Everyone's face turned green when they heard this, and they gritted their teeth, but they couldn't say a word.

Based on what they knew about Yan Wujiu, it would be impossible in this life to expect this deadly character to be beaten.But it would be too unkind for him to oppress them, who are also victims, when he himself suffers setbacks.Although, he has always been a model among their scumbags.

Yan Wujiu leaned on the tree, raised his hand and picked a bunch of Sophora japonica flowers nearby, bit off one by one and chewed, he said casually: "Go back now, I fell and stepped on the road, and I'm disabled. It is to eliminate harm for the people, if you are not disabled, you have to go to the ancestral hall to serve the family law, at least you have to be locked up for half a year."

The few people who were so angry that he turned around and wanted to leave froze in place, in a dilemma.

Yan Wujiu didn't have the sense that he was ridiculed and angry again, and he had a dull and joyless look every day: "Wait, my father will send someone to pick up a stretcher in a while. The doctor from the hospital will also come. Let They’ll see it and talk about it.”

As he spoke, his eyelids lifted coldly, thick and slender eyelashes cast shadows, and those eyes seemed to be a little more fierce than before: "However, when the time comes, who dares to talk too much, say something that shouldn't be said, I will Just let him soak in the Sishui River overnight!"

Although it is late spring, it is still very cold at night, and it would be foolish to not be frozen to death after soaking overnight.And this scumbag really does what he says.

Everyone immediately nodded in unison.

County magistrate Yan really didn't hear anything he shouldn't have heard.

When the boy called Ah Si went to report the news, he was always clever, and only said that the young master was afraid that he would cause big trouble, so he must bring the guy and the doctor who treated the wound.

Therefore, when County Magistrate Yan came to the scene and saw it, he thought it was Yan Wujiu who lost his temper and got into a ball with those dudes because of their love affairs, and Yan Wujiu injured someone.

He immediately asked the doctors in the hospital to treat them well, and gave the wounded a shocking gift, and said kindly.

Fortunately, after all, this group of people seems to be quite innocent after all. They all laughed and said that they were not good at learning, and it was normal for friends to learn from each other. A little bump or injury is normal. How can they be blamed?

As a result, if it wasn't for Yan Wujiu being unharmed, County Magistrate Yan couldn't help but suspect that this group of people finally couldn't bear Yan Wujiu's oppression, and a group of people violently besieged.

Of course, this possibility cannot be ruled out.

It might be like this, but in the end, a group of them still lost.This is shameless to promote.

County magistrate Yan had to worry about his son's self-willed and lawless character, and tried various methods to persuade him to keep a low profile and never make enemies with others.

"How old are you, why do you still fight with others? If you win a fight, what's the point of winning a group of losers? You have to pay for medical expenses. If you lose, you lose face and you have to suffer for a while. Medicine. Besides, there are people outside the sky, and there is always someone who is more skilled than you. You can't always have the upper hand. Otherwise, Dad will find you a few martial artists to accompany you to practice, and it's fine to go out usually..."

Yan Wujiu did not hear the magistrate Yan's persuasive words, he would nod his head from time to time, but it just went in his left ear and out his right ear.

What surprised Yan County Magistrate was that Yan Wujiu really seemed to listen to a few words, and he didn't run out during this period of time. He practiced martial arts at home every day, as if he really wanted to work hard to become a top master.

It is conceivable that he does not listen to the good ones but picks the bad ones.

County magistrate Yan propped his forehead, his head ached and his heart was pounding.

Seeing Yan Wujiu walk away from the plum blossom pile for a moment, he fears that he is disillusioned with the world and wants to become a monk.

For a while, I saw Yan Wujiu practicing swimming on the lotus leaf on the pond, worried that he had read too many books, and wanted to follow others and run away from home, wandering the rivers and lakes, and falling into the grass as a bandit.

For a while, I saw him pondering some strange and ingenious tricks, and guessed that he might not be...

Snapped!

County magistrate Yan patted his head. There is nothing to worry about. It is better to be idle and playful than rebellious.

On the contrary, Mrs. Yan was uncharacteristically, and began to worry about whether Yan Wujiu practiced behind closed doors because he was being bullied outside.

Madam Yan's way of caring for her son has always been action-oriented.She ran to her mother's house every day to let her brothers and nephews get some things that her son might like, so that he could be happy and relieved.As long as you don't get bored, don't you just want to practice martial arts?

On this day, Mrs. Yan was beaming with joy, and she really brought back a gift.

And, she made sure her son would love it.

Because this gift not only satisfies son Shangwu's preferences, but is also a big shot invited by her father himself.

Mrs. Yan's mood was as if she wanted to go to the temple to ask for an amulet, but she was pleasantly surprised when she met the Buddha himself.

However, the surprise was hers, and Yan Wujiu had nothing.

He looked up and suddenly saw Mrs. Yan's so-called surprise, leaving only expressionless horror.

I saw that the person whom Madam Yan respectfully invited in was a hairless monk with nine ring marks on his face.

Moreover, the monk has a stern and indifferent face, just like a Dou Zhan Buddha who came to seek revenge.

Yan Wujiu practiced martial arts hard these few days because of the threat from this monk's force.

It never occurred to him that before he thought of a way to take revenge, the other party would come looking for him.

Yan Wujiu never imagined that it was because of his sudden obsession with martial arts that the magistrate Yan saw that he couldn't discipline him, so he went to his father-in-law to discuss it.Weng and son-in-law decided to find a master who could restrain this little overlord.

At this time, burning lotus came to the door, saying that the teacher had received the incense offering from the deceased Mrs. Ji in the past. Before she passed away and sat down, it was counted as a calamity for her grandson. .

This grandson is of course Yan Wujiu.

Mrs. Yan's maiden name is Ji. After she married Yan County Magistrate, she was unable to have children for a long time. Mrs. Ji was often worried and tried to find a way when she was alive.The doctor said that the two were not easy to conceive, so Mrs. Ji put her mind on praying to gods and worshiping Buddha. She did a lot of good deeds, and donating incense and merit money to temples was even more common.

Both the Ji family and the Yan family knew about this, and many people have always thought of the old lady's kindness.

Hearing Fen Lian's words at this moment, he didn't have much doubts at all, let alone hearing about Yan Wujiu's safety, he became very anxious.

Fen Lian came back from rebirth and experienced Yan Wujiu's tragic death, so the calamity he said is naturally not a lie.

Fen Lian felt that Yan Wujiu was killed by him, so she dared not get close to him, but at the same time, she hoped that someone could protect him and control him.So I came to remind you.

However, when it really came, there was only disappointment.Ji's family is just an imperial merchant, and has little effect in the court and rivers and lakes.It seems that after looking around, Fen Lian couldn't find anyone to entrust her to.

Mr. Ji, who was old at that time, personally asked him, hoping that he would take into account the kindness of his old wife and his former teacher, and promised to nurse and teach Yan Wujiu for three years, and Yan and Ji's family would respond to every request in the future.

Fen Lian naturally despised the wealth of the Ji family, and no one could answer what he asked for.

However, no one else can save Yan Wujiu, and Fen Lian is not at ease with anyone who can save Yan Wujiu.In the end, he can only feel at ease if he personally takes care of her at a distance.

Because, even Fen Lian didn't know who the person who killed Yan Wu Jiu in the previous life was.

Fen Lian closed her eyes and read the scriptures silently for a while, then opened her eyes and responded to Old Master Ji.

So, when Mrs. Yan went back to her natal home, she happily brought this great gift back.

Yan Wujiu who opened the present was expressionless, not even jealous when meeting his enemy.

After all, he is willing to die, and his mind is not bad.The difference in strength lies here, and he himself is fine. The Yan and Ji families can't be wiped out because of him.

Mrs. Yan was very puzzled when she saw that her son didn't respond, and her festive smile faded a lot: "No blame, don't you really want to practice martial arts? This master's martial arts is very high, it's a good thing he can come Your grandmother did good deeds..."

Fen Lian was still wearing a monk's robe, but compared with the one she wore at the bank of the Sishui River, she suddenly looked much more low-key and simple.

From the moment he came in, his left hand had been standing upright in front of his chest to hold the Buddhist ceremony with one hand, his eyes were drooping and closed, and he seemed to be abstinent and empty of all things.

laugh.

Yan Wujiu looked at him for a long time, then suddenly let out a sneer.

Mrs. Yan's mother's filter is too thick, and she didn't see that there was a knife hidden under the smile at all. On the contrary, she felt that Yan Wujiu was happy for the first time in these days, and he was obviously very satisfied with this gift... Ah no, Amitabha, sin, sin, yes Master, master!

Madam Yan also smiled contentedly, clasped her hands together and bowed to Fenlian, said a few words of greeting, and left in a hurry.

She was in a hurry to share her joy with County Magistrate Yan, and by the way, arranged for someone to prepare a guest room for Fenlian, as well as a cook who was good at vegetarian food.

As soon as Mrs. Yan left, there was no one in the courtyard.

Yan Wujiu lowered his eyes and looked at the monk from bottom to top.

When he is cold and arrogant, people always feel that he is being ridiculed and dismissed.But if he laughed, he would reveal a frivolous and flirtatious flair. When he smiled and looked at him, one could not help but be inexplicably wronged, as if he had been betrayed in the previous life, and in this life he was still waiting for him to look at him again.

This frivolity, other people will inevitably appear ambiguous, but in Yan Wujiu's body, there is an innocence and ignorance that is inseparable.Just like a young master who is spoiled by satisfaction but still unhappy and lonely, whether he is angry or laughing, it is just his careless pastime.

Attracting bees and butterflies, but watching the fire from the other side, expensive and arrogant.

In his previous life, Fen Lian had never seen him smile like this to himself.

Or maybe, after that day, he'd never smile like that at anyone again.

Yan Wujiu saw that the monk's eyebrows became more and more serious, his half-closed eyes were closed again, and he was chanting the scriptures silently, vaguely some kind of Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva...something that sees that all five aggregates are empty...

Seeing that the monk seemed not very happy to see him again, Yan Wujiu felt very happy.Moreover, according to what his mother said just now, this monk owed his grandmother's family a kindness to repay his kindness.

In this case, does it mean that he is the master of this monk, and the monk is just a thug to protect himself.

Very good, it just happened that Yan Wujiu couldn't find a way to take revenge, so this monk broke in by himself without a way out of hell.

Yan Wujiu changed his previous thinking, but he did not conceal his malicious intentions and bad attitude.

"What's your name, bald donkey?" Yan Wujiu smiled very nicely, his voice was casual and soft, but looking at his mouth is so poisonous, it can be seen that a good mood is fake, there are at least three knives hidden in this smile.

The author has something to say: Congratulations to Master Jiujiu Xiti~