Poor Family

  Chapter 17 Paper Armor King

  Going to school is undoubtedly very hard work. You have to get up before dawn, wash up and start off. Li Yanqing was just about to walk out of the yard when Uncle Hu's voice came from outside.

  Li Yanqing ran out, only to see Uncle Hu walking into the yard with a whistle stick. He obviously just got home. Although he walked all night, he was still full of energy.

Qing'erniang came out to welcome her, took the package from her husband and said with a smile: "Da Lang, Qing'er is very promising, and even asked the patriarch to build a house for him, and the patriarch even sent him to study in the town. Stay at our house temporarily."

  Hu Sheng was not surprised, he already felt Li Yanqing's difference from another aspect.

   "Uncle Hu, didn't my father come back together?" Li Yanqing asked eagerly.

   "He has something to do, he won't be back until a little later."

  Hu Sheng's eyes were filled with admiration for Li Yanqing, "The manager of the bookstore seems to like your books very much. If you want your father to stay for a day or two, I will come back first."

  It was within his expectation that the book could make money, but Li Yanqing still felt that he should go to the county by himself. His father was too honest to bargain.

  At this time, Li Yanqing thought of something again, and quickly asked, "Uncle Hu, has that Liu gone to see my father?"

Hu Sheng gave a thumbs up, "You're sure, that guy sneaked into the county to collect debts, the first one to find your father, and even threatened with a knife, I just arrived, beat him with a stick I have to kneel down and beg for mercy, I also took back that IOU, your father has already torn it up, and he swore he would never trouble your father again."

   "Is he still in the county?"

   "He is no longer here. He is from Dingzhou. He brought his family back to Dingzhou. I have been watching him leave the county until I come back."

   Li Yanqing said with sincere gratitude: "If there is no help from Uncle Hu this time, my father will be miserable."

  Hu Sheng patted his head and said with a smile: "It's just a little effort, go! If you want to go to school, you have to go, there is someone waiting for you in front of you!"

   "Uncle Hu, Auntie, I'm leaving!"

  Hu Sheng and his wife sent him out, watching his figure disappear into the mist.

At the fork in front, Li Er and Li San had been waiting for him for a while. In the night, the two brothers were stretching their necks to look this way. Li San suddenly jumped up, pointed to the front and shouted happily: "Brother, he is here!" Already!"

  Li Yanqing had a good impression of their brothers in his heart, and hurried up.

   "Brother Qing, I haven't finished my homework, and today is going to be miserable."

   "It's okay! Go to the school and I'll help you catch up. It should be in time."

   "Brother Qing, I haven't finished yet."

  Li Yanqing laughed loudly, "You brothers are such a pair of treasures!"

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It was the longest night of the year at this time. When they walked to the town in the dark, it was the time when dawn and night were delivered. It is the intersection of the school.

   "Brother Qing, let me tell you, our school is surrounded by graves, which are haunted all the time."

  Brother Li San held Li Yanqing's arm tightly, trembling with fright, but his curiosity made him unable to help asking: "Brother, what kind of ghost?"

  Li Yanqing smiled and slapped Li Eryi, "Even your younger brother has never heard of this story, you just made it up!"

Li Er covered his head and said: "I'm not making it up. I heard it from the third aunt next door yesterday. There was a hanged ghost in white clothes who came out of the grave, with green eyes and two-foot-long teeth. Bite people by the neck and drag them to the grave."

   "I feel like a wild dog."

   "It's not a wild dog, it's a real ghost. The third aunt saw it with her own eyes, and she was so scared that she fell seriously ill."

   "Brother, stop talking!"

  Li San's hand tightly pinched Li Yanqing's arm. Li Yanqing felt that his skin was going to be torn by him, so he finally broke his hand, "Stop pinching, my bones are about to break."

   At this moment, Li Er suddenly yelled, pointing to the front and shouting in horror: "Brother Qing, there is a ghost in front..."

In the looming mist, I saw a white man standing a foot in front of him. He was not tall, but his body was very broad. His shoulders were in the shape of a triangle, and a long thin neck protruded from it. He couldn't see clearly. The whole face looked like a hanged man in white.

  The person opposite suddenly shouted angrily, "Li Yanqing, I have been waiting for you for a long time!"

  Li Yanqing thought the voice was a bit familiar, but couldn't remember who it was for a moment. At this moment, Li Er shouted, "Brother Qing, the hanged ghost is looking for you, and it's none of my business!"

  He turned around and ran towards the school. Li San was also anxious, and ran behind his brother, "Brother, wait for me!"

  Of course Li Yanqing doesn’t believe in any ghosts. Nine out of ten ghosts in the tomb are grave robbers pretending to scare passers-by, not to mention that this is the roadside of a small town, and it’s not a cemetery.

  Li Yanqing was stunned for a moment, and finally remembered this familiar voice, and couldn't help laughing, "Gui Tian Wang, is that you?"

  He heard the voice clearly belonged to Wang Gui who fought with him yesterday. Where is the hanged ghost?

   "Of course it's me, who do you think?"

  Wang Gui was a little annoyed when he heard that Li Er actually said that he was a hanged ghost, his grandma's, Lao Tzu was a heavenly king, not a ghost.

  Li Yanqing still smiled and said: "It's foggy, so I can't see clearly, why is your king looking for me?"

   "You come with me!"

  Wang Gui turned around and walked towards the opposite side of the official road, his body immediately said, "Wow! There was a noise, and as soon as he walked around, the fog covering his body dissipated. Only then did Li Yanqing see Wang Gui's true face clearly. He was wearing a black hammer armor made of paper, and what seemed to be a phoenix wing pocket made of paper on his head. , carrying a leather pouch on his back, in which were three or four wooden weapons, the slender weapons protruding above his head, it looked like the thin neck of a hanged ghost.

  Wang Gui's attire made Li Yanqing almost couldn't help laughing, 'Puchi! ’ He covered his mouth, trying not to laugh out loud.

  Wang Gui had a tragic face, like a soldier about to go to the battlefield. He led Li Yanqing through the alley between the pharmacy and the quality warehouse.

  Behind the store is the Tanghe River. The fog on the river surface is thicker, and it is completely white. The willow trees on both sides are also mostly engulfed by the fog, and the graceful figures can be seen faintly. There is a large grassland on the river bank, where students often come to play.

  Wang Gui is very satisfied with his attire, authentic Song Army armor, made by famous masters. ． ． ． ． I usually don't want to wear that paper, but today is the first time I put it on.

  He threw the leather bag on the ground and said to Li Yanqing: "Fifth Brother Yue said that I shouldn't force you to worship the mountain. Let me apologize to you. I can apologize, but you have to convince me first."

   "Do you want to fight with me again?" Li Yanqing asked with a smile.

  Wang Gui held a wooden nine-jointed whip in his hand. He pointed at the leather bag on the ground with the whip, "You pick a weapon yourself. If you can defeat me again, I will apologize to you!"

  Yesterday, Li Yanqing's punch made him full of dissatisfaction. He thought about it all night, but he couldn't figure out what trick Li Yanqing used. He simply took out his best weapon and fought Li Yanqing again.

  Li Yanqing stretched out his hand and took out a wooden knife from the leather bag. This kind of handmade wooden weapon is very rough in workmanship. There are a lot of them in temple fairs, and they are specially sold to children.

   "How to fight? Are there rules?"

   "Except that you can't hit the head and face, do anything else."

Wang Gui let out a loud cry, swung his whip and rushed up, the speed was so fast, the whip was drawn towards Li Yanqing's waist from the slanted stabs, this is a whip technique taught to him by the martial artist in his mansion, it is called "Tianwang Township Black Tiger" ', this trick is false and real, with many changes. He tried it repeatedly in the school and knocked down countless students. Wang Gui also got the nickname of Guitianwang because of it.

   Unexpectedly, before others approached, Li Yanqing's wooden knife had already cut him from chest to belly. Wang Gui seemed to have been immobilized, and was stunned. If it was a real knife, he would have been ripped open.

But. ． ． ． ． I didn't see him make a move!

   But this is not important, the key is whether you are. ． ． ． Already lost?

   "Do you want to do it again?" Li Yanqing asked with a smile, carrying the wooden knife on his shoulder.

"do not fight!"

  Wang Gui threw the wooden whip to the ground, and sat down by the river with a dejected face.

  Li Yanqing sat beside him and smiled, "It's normal for you to beat me! Not to mention you, even adults may not be my opponent."

  Wang Gui suddenly tilted his head and asked, "Brother Qing, did you really kill the blood wolf?"

   "Of course, I'll kill him with two knives!"

   "What trick did you use?" Wang Gui's eyes also began to show a trace of admiration.

  (end of this chapter)