Chapter 732

In fact, ye Qian's voice is not big, but the penetrating power is very strong. Basically, all the people present can hear clearly.

The reason why Ye Qian said this was to tell those onlookers who did not know the truth that their master Wen had already woken up, but was just pretending to be dead.

Although some people doubt, although some people don't believe it, it doesn't matter, because next, ye Qian will prove all this with his actions.

In full view of the public, ye Qian so smile Yan Yan walked to Wenhui side. Then around Wen Hui's body for two times.

I don't know why, this young man named Ye Qian has always been able to give people a strong deterrent force. No one dares to stop his action, and no one dares to say no.

Everything around suddenly became quiet again.

Everyone listened to Ye Qian's smile and then said, "master Wen, since you are awake, you'd better sit up and say hello to everyone. It's not a thing to lie down like this all the time."

Wen Hui's expression changed slightly, but he was full of disdain. He didn't want to listen to Ye Qian, so he played a rogue.

Seeing this, ye Qian continued: "since master Wen likes to lie down like this, it's OK."

"Old eight!" Ye Qian stood up and called Lao Ba on one side.

"Boss, what do you want to tell me?"

Ye Qian's face showed a gloomy smile and said: "you have to work hard to wake up a master. Pay attention, be gentle. Just knock off his ten fingers. Anyway, Ning Ye Tang has a special medicine for treating fracture. If you wipe it, it will be OK. That is to say, you have to suffer from skin and flesh. "

"Of course, if you can't recover at most, that is, you can't write, you can't hold the pen, and the rest is nothing!"

Listen to Ye Qian's words, all the onlookers are a burst of cold hiss.

No one thought that ye Qian was so ferocious that he would break the finger of a master of calligraphy and painting. This is absolutely fatal!

Even Nangong Fenghua and Ouyang Changfeng on one side are cold and gloomy.

However, ye Qian is such a person. What Xue Qingming dare not do does not mean that ye qian does not dare to do.

As a matter of fact, Lao Ba had long been annoyed by the so-called master, and got the order of Ye Qian. Lao Ba chuckled twice and came to Wen Hui with the gold plaque in his hand.

"Hey, master Wen, I'm sorry, but the boss's orders can't be violated. I have to let you suffer a little injustice!"

Lao BA's laughter makes people feel cold. Even Wen Hui, who pretends to be dead, feels cold all over.

At this time, Wen Hui hated having to stop Lao Ba by all the people, so that he could continue to pretend to be dead.

But it's a pity that no one dares to stop him after he has just shown his hand. Everyone is watching.

At this time, ye Qian also hypocritical smile: "old eight, remember to be gentle, must be gentle!"

Laoba quickly sneered: "boss, you can rest assured. I promise that all the ten fingers of master Wen will go down in one foot, and the master will never be hurt again!"

"This is good, this is good, so I can rest assured!"

The master and servant's forehead two people's knock and a match of ridicule, that appearance is the extreme of play.

All the onlookers felt their hearts thumping, and then, they suddenly saw Lao BA's feet lifted up. People in the heart shout: finished, master Wen this is the end.

However, at this critical juncture, everyone saw master Wen, who was in his nineties, as if he had the help of God. He opened his eyes fiercely and got up all of a sudden. Then he looked at the front with dull eyes and did not speak.

Ye Qian's cold hum disdain, low voice way: "install ah, you how don't install, counsels the bag!"

However, although master Wen got up, Lao BA's movement just stopped for a moment, but continued.

Everyone heard a roar, followed by master Wen's crazy voice for mercy: "no, don't step on my hand, don't..."

At a time when everyone felt that ye Qian and the man under his hand were doing too much, Lao BA's feet were removed from the floor.

Lao BA's foot did not step on master Wen's palm, but fell on the edge of his palm.

When old eight moved his shoes away, a sound of cold hiss and fear came from the crowd.

Because everyone can clearly see that there is a deep footprint on the bluestone tiles of Dongyue Temple. If such a huge force stepped on a person's hand, what would it feel like? Think of everyone feeling terrible.

Master Wen looked at the deep footprints in fear. His vertical hands trembled, and his white sweat trickled down his head.

Just 0.1 mm away, master Wen almost said goodbye to his career.

"Grandmaster, grandmaster, are you all right?"

Master Wen's two disciples were frightened. It took a long time for them to recover. One of them ran away to Wen Hui and asked.At the moment, although Wen Hui's face is full of horror, but his eyes are dribbling around and seems to be thinking about something.

Wen Hui is an old man in his nineties and a respected elder.

Now, he was first run by a child and vomited blood. Then he pretended to be dead and played a rogue to deceive people. His face was lost. So Wen Hui had to find a way to leave quietly.

What stupidly looking at his two grandchildren, Wen Hui began to act like a fool.

"Qingtou, Xiangzi, where is this? Why am I here? "

As soon as Wen Hui opened his mouth, ye Qian and those old foxes began to laugh coldly in their hearts.

Of course, it's time for Wen Hui to be debunked. Everyone pretended they couldn't see it.

However, Wen Hui's two disciples didn't cooperate very well and didn't understand the intention of their ancestors.

"Grandmaster, this is Dongyue Temple. You just..."

Before the young man finished speaking, Wen Hui gave him a vicious look in his eyes, and then he still said, "Gee, how can I be in Dongyue Temple? It's strange."

Then Wen Hui patted his head and said, "I remember, my granddaughter is still waiting for me to eat at home. I have to go back quickly!"

Now it's more than nine o'clock in the morning. Now, when we talk about eating, the impairment is bullshit.

At the same time, Wen Hui, a 90 year old man, did not need any help at all. He stood up and ran through the crowd as if he were running away: "give way, let go, everyone let go!"

"Wait for us, grandmaster, please slow down!"

The two unknown disciples followed the old man closely for fear that he might miss something.

It was not until the three left Dongyue Temple that the crowd of onlookers who ate melons came back to their senses and knew what was going on.

The roar of laughter was heard all at once.

Although Wen Hui, a great calligrapher and painter, slipped away with such a trick as pretending to be crazy and selling silly, he seemed a little naive.

For a while, Wenhui's name was actually regarded as a joke and was talked about in Dongyue Temple.

Master Wen and his two grandchildren have been out of the Dongyue Temple, the old man stopped his pace.

Wen Hui is facing the road, pounding the antique wall around him with one hand, fiercely.

"Damn it, Xue Qingming, you quack doctor. I lost my face here today. You wait. Before long, I will ask for it from you. Hum, and the gold plaque, sooner or later, it will be mine."

Until now, it seems that master Wen has not forgotten the gold plaque, which is also a pity.

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