Iron Bull Legend

"You little bastards, don't you know Tie Niu's nickname, "One Cup Down"? Are you here to bully him?" Aunt Jin was just protecting her little one. However, it was this kind of protective behavior that not only solved Tie Niu's problem, but also let the simple folks know that Tie Niu was still the same little guy, he hadn't changed, not even a little bit because of his status and being an official.

"Haha...hahaha" the villagers laughed knowingly for a while, which completely eased Tie Niu's embarrassment and made everyone have a good impression of Tie Niu's recognition of his relatives. This is the simplicity of the people in the mountains. The temperament of the people in the mountains is straightforward and sincere.

The young boys all left and continued to talk about Tie Niu's embarrassing stories with a laugh. There was nothing they could do about it. It would be wrong if they didn't drink with everyone and let others use their embarrassing stories as a side dish. Talking about embarrassing stories was just a way to vent their anger and it wouldn't cost them anything.

However, this made Li Xiaocao, Charles Long and Irina Anfeier know more embarrassing things about Tie Niu. Now, Tie Niu's background has been exposed. Forget it, it's embarrassing but it won't lose money, so just let him go.

Tie Niu smiled bitterly helplessly. Commander Zhang and the other old men from the eight military regions, as well as Mr. Xu, Lao Huazi, Mr. Guo and their group, as well as the two-bar, three-star and four-star officers who came with them, also had a deeper understanding and good impression of Tie Niu.

Li Xiaocao sat next to Tie Niu and made faces at him from time to time. She had been in contact with Tie Niu more during this period and they were engaged, so she had returned to her original nature more. However, she also protected Tie Niu a lot more, just like she was protecting her own man.

"Tie Niu, you should use your body's abilities to digest the alcohol. This way, you won't be criticized by others for this." Li Xiaocao gestured to Tie Niu to use his body's abilities to digest the alcohol.

"Well, it's okay if I'm facing some people, but the people here are all fellow villagers, relatives and close elders. Tell me, is it appropriate for me to do that at this time? It would be meaningless if it loses the essence." Tie Niu spread his hands helplessly and smiled bitterly.

"You're right. Well, are you just going to let others talk about you?" Li Xiaocao had no choice.

"Forget it, let's just leave it at that. Anyway, I seldom drink, and I seldom drink such a strong sorghum liquor. At most, I'll drink two or three glasses of red wine. Everyone is clear about this." Tie Niu was really speechless.

'In fact, drinking can be practiced. Just like I couldn't drink at all before, it was not because of attending various occasions, but slowly practicing it little by little. You can also try it. In the future, you can't avoid various drinking parties and banquets in the officialdom, otherwise, people will say that you don't give face.'

"Yeah, the one behind you is the same, but my body really can't enjoy the stimulation of alcohol. This is something I can't do even if I want to practice. Alas, I also have my troubles."

"It's okay. Go back and take some time to draw blood for a test to see what's going on."

"I know that my liver cannot secrete a component that reacts to alcohol, so this is the case. Alcohol is digested by the liver. However, not drinking is also a good thing. Alcohol will control my brain, which is not good for me and will delay my work."

"Hehe, you are the only one who has a reason. You are the only one who can make excuses for yourself."

The Prince Gong Mansion in the capital, which is also Tie Niu's home, seemed just like any other day at noon today. People were coming and going on the streets, and everyone was doing their own things. Dizang was still diagnosing patients who came for treatment as he did every day, and he was still so serious and dedicated.

He Li was sitting on the recliner in the old man's lobby, holding the old man's small hand kettle, drinking the freshly brewed tea with relish, his eyes squinted, feeling why the old man was so leisurely every day, why he enjoyed such a boring life so much, he couldn't understand.

Isn't it just lying on the recliner and rocking like a baby in a cradle every day? Is it comfortable to rock like this? What's the difference between this and a cradle? Is this something that people like when they get older? He couldn't figure it out, and took a sip of the tea in the hand pot, but there was nothing good about it?

In the kitchen, Wang Ersao and Cuihua were busy preparing lunch for everyone. As everyone else had gone to the small mountain village, only half of the family was left to eat, so their workload was reduced a lot. So, they were making lunch swiftly. Hot oil was sizzling in the big iron pot, and the aroma had already drifted into the yard.

His mind drifted away as he wandered around. At the gate of the compound, two men of medium build in their fifties or sixties walked up the steps. He Li did not move at all, thinking they were patients who came to see a doctor. He still closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the old beggar.

Cuihua was walking towards the main hall carrying two plates of freshly cooked dishes, and saw two people walking towards the backyard. Cuihua was familiar with the people in the yard, so she casually called out to the two unfamiliar faces, but it was this call that made the two strangers angry.

"What are you doing? You are not allowed to go through the backyard. Come this way to see the doctor." Cuihua shouted at the two people, then pointed in the direction of Dizang's clinic with a plate in one hand, motioning the two to go over there.

"Baga" is a familiar but infuriating and uncomfortable word that even middle-aged people like Cuihua find offensive. Such words are only seen and heard on TV or in movies. How could they appear in Prince Gong's mansion? This shouldn't happen.

But, the next second, Cuihua saw one of them running towards her at such a fast speed that Cuihua stood there in a daze, not knowing whether to dodge or run away. She was completely at a loss.

At the moment when he cursed "Baga", He Li, who was sitting on the recliner, opened his blurry eyes and saw a figure flying towards Cuihua. The beloved little hand pot in the old man's hand was flying towards the figure.

"Go to hell!" The flying figure also felt a black shadow attacking his chest. He gritted his teeth, angrily protected the attacking black shadow with one hand, and growled unconsciously, while the other hand still grabbed Cuihua's throat.

However, in the next moment, his body was thrown towards the wall not far away like a kite. The black shadow flying over was so powerful that it knocked his body away. He felt a huge force, like a speeding car, crashing into his body and pushing him out.

"Heizi, Harlem has an enemy." He Li also realized that something went wrong in the courtyard today. He shouted immediately and floated out from the recliner. He rushed towards another body heading towards the backyard, and a skinny big hand grabbed the back of that figure.

The figure that attacked Cuihua was hit against the wall of the house by a huge force in the unexpected attack. However, the opponent was not an ordinary person either. He stood firm as soon as he reacted, looked at He Li with resentment in his eyes, and then attacked He Li as he was floating towards the backyard.

He clenched his fists and struck He Li's back fiercely. If this blow hit He Li, his internal organs would be shattered and he would die. This man's strength was extraordinary. He was actually a super master at the Jindan stage and he came to launch a sneak attack on the Tie family.

He Li was still in the air as he flew out, his skinny claws about to grab the neck of the man who was running towards the backyard, but then he saw the man who was running forward slap him on the chest with his backhand, and then he pulled back, and the two palms collided with each other, and a deafening sound rang out in the courtyard.

He Li's body shook, and he immediately felt the opponent's strength. At the same time, he also felt the sneak attack coming towards his back. He Li sneered again, and with his other hand he pulled back the sneak attacking energy. The energy gushing out from the hands of the two men collided with each other, and there was another loud noise.

This time, He Li did not move, because, on the one hand, his counterattack was strong enough, and on the other hand, the opponent's attack was a hasty sneak attack. So, He Li stood still, his eyes saw a hideous face, and the blood mist spurting out of the mouth of that face.

It was obvious that the opponent was injured. Even though it was a sneak attack, it did not cause any damage to He Li. However, his face became even more ferocious. He was obviously very angry and had an even stronger murderous intent.

Harlem and Heizi were practicing martial arts in their respective rooms. A loud shout made the two of them jump up quickly and rush out of the room. They saw He Li in the middle of the yard. Two men of medium build in front and behind were attacking He Li. The two sides were evenly matched, and He Li became more and more courageous as the fight went on.

Every move and every posture was aimed at the opponent's vital points. As long as the opponent was hit, he would die. However, the opponent was not stupid either. He might send his life to He Li's hands, so he tried his best to block. The three of them fought in a group for a while, and the afterimages like a revolving lantern flickered in the sight.

More than a dozen figures rushed over from the gate and attacked Harlin and Heizi directly. Heizi shook the sand bowl-sized fist in his hand and greeted them with a big laugh. He had been feeling very depressed during this period of time. Neither He Li nor Harlin wanted to fight with him, so he was very excited about the opportunity to fight.

Excited shouts came from his mouth, each one louder and sharper than the last, as if they were going to pierce the sky. Even the whistle of a flying pigeon was suppressed by Heizi's howl, and the pigeons flying high in the sky fluttered to the ground, obviously their internal organs had been injured.

Heizi was like a black bear, faster than Harlem. He rushed directly into the crowd of more than a dozen people like a roller crusher. Anyone who touched his body flew backwards, and anyone who was hit by his sand bowl-sized fist began to wail.

Harlem was not weak at all, he strolled leisurely like a scholar taking a walk in the garden. Every time he clapped his hands, a powerful gust of wind blew towards the opponent's side. There were explosions and blood mist spreading in the yard.

The yard was filled with cheers of encouragement. Harlin became more and more courageous as the battle went on. After all, he and Heizi were facing powerful warriors at the peak of the Hua Jin realm. However, it was not a good look.