Little Ancestor, Marry Me

Chapter 1

In the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly, with no clouds in the sky, and the heat wrapped around people's bodies, even the noisy cicadas on the trees were too hot to make a sound.

On weekdays, there are always a few peasants sitting under the shade of the tree to rest, but today it is strange, there is no one, and a few steps forward, there are many people in a teahouse backed by a shady place. Few people are chatting and laughing happily, and drinking a bowl of herbal tea can clear away heat and relieve summer heat, which is really a joy in life.

A small table was set up in the lobby of the teahouse. A storyteller in a long gown stroked his goatee and stood there unmoved. With a slap in his hand, the noisy crowd quieted down. They cheerfully waved cattail fans and looked at it. Waiting to hear stories to pass the time.

The storyteller cleared his throat, and said in a cadence: "Today, the little old man will tell you well, this young master of the Tang sect, who is ranked third among the ten sons of the Jianghu, is a villain in the Jianghu, and a villain who is criticized by everyone—Tang back."

In the most inconspicuous corner of the teahouse, an old man with gray hair sat. Hearing the storyteller's words, the tea bowl in his hand shook, and most of the herbal tea spilled out on his hand.

And the tea that flowed through the hands gradually became dirty, when all the tea dripped onto the table, and then looked closely at the hand holding the tea bowl, the knuckles were well-proportioned and the fingers were slender like white jade, clearly it was the hand of a young man.

It's just that everyone was looking at the storyteller, but no one noticed this side.

"This Mr. Tang is no ordinary person. Not only is he the young master of the Tang Sect, but he is also one of the top ten villains in the Jianghu. The Tang Sect in the middle of Sichuan is not easy to mess with, and this little Mr. Tang is even more difficult to mess with. Don't mess with it!

"It is rumored that young master Tang committed a tragedy when he was only eight years old. The cause was that a young man mistook him for a girl, but young master Tang..."

"Destroy people everywhere."

One person interrupted the storyteller's words, and then snorted coldly, putting on a rather hateful look.

The storyteller lamented: "That's right, a family of more than ten people was killed by that eight-year-old young master Tang, and the stunned young man died in a miserable state. With one knife, Ling Chi cut his flesh and died."

A few honest villagers couldn't help gasping for air, only to feel goosebumps all over their bodies, and there was actually a bit of chill in the hot weather.

Fart - le!

The old man in the corner rolled his eyes imperceptibly, your grandfather Tang Su never did this!

"Not to mention the other evil deeds of Mr. Tang, murder and arson, bullying men and women, almost everything!"

Fuck you bullying men and women, bullshit old man!

Tang Su gulped and drank the herbal tea, then rolled his eyes indignantly.

The storytellers in the Jianghu are really good at talking, the first time your grandpa Tang Su killed his family was when he was 15 years old, okay?A difference of seven years!

You think I'm a god, Mie Ren's family still played Ling Chi when he was eight years old, and your grandfather didn't know where to play with mud when he was eight years old.

"Hey, what you said is wrong. I met that young master of the Tang Sect. He doesn't look as bad as you said! How come he became a devil with you?"

The beautiful woman in a dark red dress uttered dissatisfaction, her slender willow-leaf eyebrows were slightly frowned, and she stared at the storyteller with distinct black and white eyes.

The burly man with a knife at the other table sneered, and looked at the girl: "From a woman's point of view, that Tang Su was born like a dog, I'm afraid he said a few nice words to coax you, and you will treat him like a fairy!" Now that you have descended to earth, you are the Son of Man, and if you speak for that devil, you are not afraid of being stabbed in the back."

"What are you talking about!" The woman suddenly stood up and slapped her sword on the table, "Do you want to fight?"

"Mingming, don't be angry! Don't be as knowledgeable as him, calm down!"

"Hey, don't be angry, forget it!"

"Okay, don't be angry with this kind of person, it's not worth it."

……

The women at the same table grabbed the woman named Ming Ming in a friendly voice, and gently persuaded her to calm down.

"What did I say nonsense?" The man retorted angrily, "The young master of the Tang Sect was insane and murdered countless people. It is said that he often went to the women's boudoir, and he did not know how many shady things he did. Everyone in the world knows it. Why? ? Did I say that nonsense?"

Damn it - there's no way to stay in this place!Randomly buckle the shit pot!

Tang Su cursed secretly, carefully smoothed out his messy hair, covered his face, put down a few copper plates, hunched over, leaned on a broken crutch, and prepared to go out tremblingly.

The man saw that the girl couldn't refute, so he kept talking more and more vigorously: "It's just an illegitimate child with no name and no distinction who is so arrogant, and his mother gave birth to this disaster without getting through the door. Pooh! How shameless! That's shameless!" Why didn't you get killed by the people of the Tang Sect back then!"

Tang Su paused, his knuckles curled up slightly, his eyes were slightly closed, and the murderous intent mixed with hostility instantly overflowed from his eyes.

Looking for a dead bastard!

The man was talking vigorously, when a cold light flashed in front of his eyes, before he had time to react, he heard a few muffled sounds of skin being ripped apart, and several poison darts with black arrowheads sank into the man's flesh and blood, and the severe pain spread immediately.

"Grandpa, did I kill your whole family, or fuck your daughter-in-law, or dig your ancestral grave?"

The people who were enjoying watching the play all turned their heads to look at the corner, only to hear a few crisp sounds, and the old man who was hunched over in the corner suddenly grew taller.

The old man reached out to wipe the old wrinkled face again, a mask fell off his face, and reached out to pick off the messy gray hair, revealing his true face.

Long jet black hair, bright red headband, face as white as jade and flawless, eyes like broken stars filling the night sky, beautiful appearance, like the evildoer described in the storybook that seduces the girl's heart and soul, even if he is a beggar dressed in shabby and dirty clothes Even the clothes couldn't hide the brilliance. It was the devil Tang Su that the storyteller had mentioned just now.

Tang Su's tone was brisk with a smile, but the cruelty in his eyes made people shudder, as cold as a poisonous snake, and said with a smile: "Who gave you the courage to call my mother? You deserve it!"

"Tang Su!"

The crowd suddenly became commotion, and several businessmen near the door hurriedly picked up the goods, ran outside as quickly as if the soles of their feet were oiled, mounted their horses in a hurry, and drove away without a trace.

A few decent men at a table stood up suddenly, and the two quickly guarded the door. The shining blade frightened several villagers to shiver and cower in the corner, not daring to make a sound.

"Wow--!"

The several-year-old child was frightened by this group of people and burst into tears. The mother of the child was hurriedly holding the child and shrinking into the corner, for fear of attracting the attention of others and getting angry.

The mother's voice trembled and comforted the distressed child, but the child seemed to feel the fear that could not be concealed in the mother's voice, and cried even harder.

"Hey, take a look, you all scared the children to tears."

Tang Su sighed helplessly, looked at the men who surrounded him with swords like he hated iron, and then walked over to the child.

The mother kept trembling while holding the child, the beautiful Tang Su was more terrifying in her eyes than the evil ghost climbing up from Abi Hell to kill people.

Tang Su wiped his hands on his shabby clothes, knelt down and looked at the troubled child seriously, and handed a candy to him: "Don't cry, brother, here are some candies - there are some fun ones too. .”

Regardless of whether the child wanted it or not, Tang Su forcefully stuffed the candy over, took out a few delicate gadgets from his body, and coaxed the child: "Look, it can move—flowers."

The child was teary-eyed, sniffing and looking at Tang Su's palm.

The wood-carved flower buds slowly twirled in Tang Su's palm, clicking, clicking, slowly blooming petals round and round, looking like peonies.

The simple and young child couldn't even speak clearly. When he saw the strange thing with sparkling eyes, he babbled and stretched out his chubby little hand: "Yeah——"

"Okay, okay, here." Tang Su smiled and stuffed the flower to the child.

"...Tang Su! You are a murderer! We will take you to the leader of the martial arts today!"

"Tsk tsk, the momentum is good."

Tang Su stood up, looked at those people seriously, and then clapped his hands as if to applaud.

"But if I want to catch you, Grandpa Tang Su, I need to practice for a few more years—"

Those people exchanged glances and rushed towards Tang Su together.

Tang Su turned sideways to avoid one person's blade, and his figure swayed to the front of the table. He turned his head and shouted: "The shopkeeper——! How much is your table——?" Raising his hand, he pushed the table over, and the teacup on it crackled and shattered to the ground. The two of them didn't have time to react, and were caught off guard.

The shopkeeper hid behind the counter, and when he heard the words, he poked his head out and shouted, "Yiguanqian!" He muttered in his heart, wouldn't this Tang Su still have to pay himself?

"Okay!" With a wave of Tang Su's hand, a few sharp darts with long knuckles flew over, and the man hurriedly dodged. Then, Tang Su kicked the stool into the air and turned around before the stool hit the ground. Another kick, kicking it flying, directly hit the person's face, the person just dodged the dart, as if he didn't expect it, and was smashed by the solid wood stool.

"puff--"

The girl with Liu Yemei laughed.

"Tang Su, you despicable villain!"

The man covered his nose, glared and shouted angrily.

"It's reasonable for you to bully the few!" Tang Su replied, not to be outdone, "It's reasonable for you guys in their 30s and [-]s to bully me who is just [-]! How can I be mean? I'm stupid and I blame my father for not getting along. You are so stupid!"

"Hahaha——" The girls couldn't hold back their laughter.

"Fight with us outside if you have the ability!" The man blushed with anger when he heard the laughter, and shouted at Tang Su angrily.

Tang Su looked at the two people who had just lifted the table, and said with a smile: "If you can catch up with me, I will fight you!"

Before the words fell to the ground, the people at the door felt a gust of wind blowing by, and when they looked inside, where was Tang Su's shadow?

"Chase!"

One person roared, and the rest of them chased outside.

The teahouse was in a mess.

"Hahahaha!"

Those girls laughed together, the girl with Liu Yemei laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten up, her almond eyes were slightly red.

"Oh... I scared the little old man to death..." The storyteller crawled out from under the table, wiping cold sweat with a disheveled face, his heart trembling, why is the devil here?Bad, bad... I said so much about him just now... Shouldn't he be remembered?Oops... the little old man just wants to make a living...

"Hey... how many things have been smashed to me..." The shopkeeper poked his head out from behind the counter, patted the dust off his body, and looked at the messy lobby with grief, wanting to cry but without tears. He patted his ass and left after smashing it, and the loss was all borne by him, a little commoner, so unreasonable!

The shopkeeper, with a sad face, ordered Xiao Er to clean up the mess and calculate the loss. A few villagers kindly went up to help clean up the broken pottery on the ground.

The teahouse has returned to tranquility, and it is still necessary to drink tea and do things.

A handsome man in a moon-white brocade suit stood on the elm tree next to the teahouse, his figure was hidden by the lush branches and leaves. The man had a pair of blue eyes, which were full of pampering and helplessness at the moment.

The little ancestor is really, he smashed someone else's shop again... just go and lose money in a while.

Originally, the offal that followed the little ancestor had been cleaned up, but who knew there were still offal here...

A haze appeared in the man's eyes, and then he seemed to see something, and the haze dissipated immediately, turning into tenderness.

A turquoise figure appeared at the door of the teahouse.

"The girls are so beautiful," Tang Su came back at some point, and changed out of his worn-out beggar's clothes in just a short while.

She was dressed in green clothes, like a touch of coolness in the scorching summer, her charming smiling eyes were now crooked, and she was a little more childish, and she had an extra lotus flower with water droplets in her hand.

"Just now, I would like to thank this girl for helping me speak. The summer is scorching hot. Seeing that the lotus in the lake is blooming just right, I picked one to match the girl's face, which is more beautiful than a lotus."

After saying that, he smiled lightly and put the pale pink lotus in front of the girl named Mingming with Liu Yemei.

"Thank you, thank you..." Mingming showed a shy expression, lowered her head slightly, and said softly thank you, pinching the thin neck of the lotus with her green fingers, she really looked like a lotus fairy.

Only then did Tang Su walk up to the man who had just been hit by his poison dart and fell to the ground, pale and trembling. He squatted down and looked at him with a slightly tilted head: "What? Tell you Grandpa Tang Su, grandpa killed Your whole family, did you dig your ancestral grave?"

"No, no... none... save me... please..."

The trembling man grabbed Tang Su's hem with his hands, and murmured weakly.

Tang Su scratched the tip of his nose in embarrassment, and turned to look at Mingming: "Girl, he not only scolded you, but also scolded my mother, do you think I can save him?"

Mingming didn't expect Tang Su to ask her this, and was stunned.

The man looked at her pleadingly: "Girl, girl, I really just did it unintentionally... I, ahem! I just talked too fast... I didn't mean to humiliate you... Please..."

The man coughed violently after speaking, his eyes turned black, and he spit out a big mouthful of black blood. The girl finally couldn't bear it, and said weakly: "Tang, Mr. Tang...forget it, This person is not guilty of death..."

"Well, since it's such a beautiful girl speaking, I naturally want to listen, right?" Tang Su took out a small white jade bottle with a smile, clamped the man's jaw with two fingers, squeezed his mouth open slightly, and squeezed the man's mouth open. The medicine was poured in.

In a short while, the blackness on the face of the man faded away, and he finally got up from the ground after saving his life from the gate of hell, sitting there with a pale face.

"Hey, I forgot one thing." Tang Su said suddenly, holding down the man with crooked eyebrows, "I haven't brought out the poison dart yet."

"What—ah!!"

A shrill scream made the hairs of the few remaining people in the teahouse stand on end. Before that person had time to react, a sharp dagger was inserted into his shoulder, and the flesh next to the poison dart was cut open. Picking out the poison dart covered with flesh and blood.

Tang Su grinningly asked the shivering Xiaoer for a clean square towel, slowly wiped off the stinky black blood on the darts, looked at the man from the corner of his eyes, and said with a smile: "Next time, you'll be more mean-spirited." , Grandpa, I'll cut off your tongue. Did you hear that?"

"I heard it... I heard it..." The man tremblingly took a soft towel handed to him by a girl to plug the bleeding wound, his face was pale, he nodded repeatedly, and stumbled out to find the doctor.

Tang Su seemed to be in a good mood, humming an unknown tune softly, and put the dart back.

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