His hand really slipped. Li Qinzai originally planned to throw the wine jar on the ground in front of the young man, creating a crashing sound and a luxurious visual effect of wine splashing all over the floor.
With the blessing of this effect, Li Qinzai, as the protagonist, will have a cool appearance.
He also didn't expect that his technique would be so precise, hitting the young man's head without any bias.
Although it is also very satisfying, the appearance effect is obviously compromised, and the villain's sneak attack from behind really weakens the halo of the protagonist.
Li Qinzai stared at his hands and sighed.
He was not right when he should have been. Back then, in the midst of a ten thousand-horse army, he held a three-eyed blunderbuss. Not to mention decapitating an admiral, he had not even hit an ordinary enemy soldier.
Tonight's condition is like divine help.
The young man covered his head, blood gurgling down his face. The wine and blood on his face were mixed together, and there were still a few fragments of clay pots in his hair.
He screamed in pain, but his eyes were fixed on Li Qinzai upstairs.
"What a thief, how dare you plot against me!" the young man yelled angrily.
Li Qinzai pointed to his chest with his thumb and raised his nostrils proudly: "I just don't like you, what do you think?"
Seeing that Li Qinzai was dressed in luxurious clothes and had an extraordinary temperament. He was obviously not a businessman. The young man's face changed a little and he hissed: "Send your name if you dare!"
This is not a courtesy first, but an entanglement, the routine of the Jianghu people.
First determine the identity of the other party and weigh whether you can afford to offend him. If the other party has no background or strength, then do it. If the other party is someone you cannot afford to offend, then clasp your fists with both hands and say "Liang Zi, I remember." When we go down, the green mountains will not change, and the green water will always flow."
To put it bluntly, Pan Dao is a whitewashing technique to bully the weak and avoid the strong.
Li Qinzai knew the other party's purpose very well, so he shook his head and said with a smile: "No, no, no, I won't tell you your name, because I'm afraid you won't dare to fight if you know it."
"In front of everyone, I smashed a wine jar at you, and all your face was lost. Even a man can't bear this. Why don't you come up and take revenge first? You have to earn back the lost face with your own hands."
Li Qinzai smiled evilly and fanned the flames to light the fire. Everyone's eyes turned to the young man.
The young man suddenly became more and more difficult to get off. Li Qinzai's clothes and demeanor did look like he couldn't be offended, but what he said was right. The lost face must be regained no matter what, otherwise he would lose face in collecting money from the believers in the future.
Can you still call yourself a young person if you are not full of energy?
The young man looked around, gritted his teeth, and said, "Go! Beat him to death before we talk!"
The three Nestorian believers raised their fists and rushed upstairs.
Li Qinzai glanced at Sun Congdong and Song Jintu who were standing aside, and said, "I'm a waste when it comes to fists and kicks, so I'll help you two."
Sun Congdong smiled and said: "Don't worry, Marquis Li, I will eventually serve these bastards obediently."
Song Jintu remained silent, but began to move his wrists silently.
Both of them are generals in the Forbidden Army. In terms of fists and kicks, it is not a problem to challenge three or five big men with bare hands. The three Nestorian believers in front of them are really not enough to fill their teeth.
The Nestorian believers rushed upstairs, but before they could stand still, Song Jintu, who was ruthless and didn't say much, kicked one of them in the chest, and the three of them rolled down the stairs.
Sun Congdong and Song Jintu slowly walked down the stairs. Sun Congdong laughed strangely, as if he was a big villain who killed Zhongliang, while Song Jintu had an expressionless face and said nothing, like a killer who had no emotions.
The three Nestorian believers noticed something was wrong. Li Qinzai, a handsome young man with an extraordinary temperament, was accompanied by two sturdy men with even more extraordinary skills.
This is obviously not the configuration of an ordinary businessman, and he cannot afford it.
Only the children of powerful families would have such pomp and circumstance.
The young man who was hit on the head by the wine jar lay on the ground and raised his hands in pain: "Wait, wait! Do you remember? I even treated you to dinner..."
Sun Congdong pouted and spat on his face: "You bastard, treat me to dinner, are you worthy?"
"I surrendered today and am willing to apologize to that young master. Why don't you spare me this time?"
Sun Congdong smiled and said: "Okay, just let me beat you up and I will spare you."
The young man held back his anger and said, "I have no grudges against that young master and you two. Why did you insult me for no reason?"
Sun Congdong sneered: "When you bully others, have you ever thought about your retribution?"
"That's my Nestorian business and has nothing to do with anyone else."
Sun Congdong was about to continue arguing with him when Li Qinzai, who was upstairs, patted the railing impatiently and said, "Old Sun, can you please go to the school to give lectures? What's the point of arguing with such a bastard?"
"If you don't like him, just beat him. Do you need a reason to beat him?"
Sun Congdong laughed and said, "Did you hear that? My young master said that if you don't like it, I'll beat you up."
After saying that, Sun Congdong and Song Jintu raised their feet and kicked them. A storm of punches and kicks came down on them. The three Nestorian believers had no power to fight back and soon they were dying.
The movement in the brothel quickly spread outside. Liu Asi and other people who were standing guard outside heard something was wrong and rushed in. They were shocked to see Sun Congdong and Song Jintu moving their hands and feet with unfulfilled intentions, but there were three people lying on the ground.
Li Qinzai then slowly walked down, without even looking at the three people lying on the ground, and said to Liu Asi: "Throw these three things out, don't dirty the floor."
Liu Asi waved his hand, and several tribesmen picked up the three Nestorian believers and threw them into the street.
Li Qinzai looked at Sun Congdong and Sun Congdong and said with a smile: "After the matter is done, you can continue playing music and dancing..."
Sun Congdong sighed and said: "Tonight is too unlucky. These three idiots ruined the mood. Maybe next time."
Song Jintu was startled, looked down at his lower body, and then nodded in agreement.
It was obvious that this guy was in good spirits and was very high-spirited, but when Sun Congdong said something, he was too embarrassed to object.
Li Qinzai saw his reluctance and scolded with a smile: "What's in your crotch is none of other people's business? Why are you so worthless?"
After beckoning Shopkeeper Wu to come over, Li Qinzai pointed at Song Jintu and said, "My brother, find your most beautiful girl and serve her well tonight. How many he wants, you give as many as you want. If there are not enough people, you can help."
Shopkeeper Wu hurriedly agreed. He also saw that this noble young master was not easy to mess with, and he had a good background, so he did not dare to offend him.
Song Jintu suddenly smiled, but Sun Congdong was unhappy.
"Well, I suddenly feel like I'm good again..."
Li Qinzai kicked him away: "Go away, everyone, go upstairs. Mr. Li will pay the bill tonight."
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After walking out of the brothel, it was getting late. Just as Li Qinzai was about to get on the carriage, he suddenly paused and said, "Has Song Sen returned to Chang'an?"
Liu Asi said: "I came back on New Year's Eve, just in time for the Chinese New Year. On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Song Sen came to visit you, but the emperor and the senior generals were there, so Song Sen didn't dare to come in. He put down his gifts and left."
Li Qinzai hummed and said, "Send someone to tell Song Sen and ask Baiqisi to check the details of Nestorianism."
Liu Asi should be.
Chapter 650: Just displeased
