Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

Liang Zan had just finished the horse stance when Tongcai came over with a big face: "Master, your horse stance is really beautiful!"

Erdi snorted coldly: "It's a pity that it looks good but is useless."

Liang Zan was enjoying the flattery of his lackeys, but Erdi's words seemed to pierce his heart like a sharp sword, making him so angry that he threw a punch first.

This time, Erdi didn't give in to him. After dodging the punch, he took the initiative to attack. He easily dodged Liang Zan's fancy moves and punched him in the abdomen. Liang Zan was defeated step by step, his eyes full of disbelief. After a few moves, Erdi combined her palms and exerted force on his chest, and Liang Zan fell heavily to the ground.

Jingzhi couldn't help but frown when he saw this.

What happened to Erdi?

Why did he suddenly attack so hard? Liang Zan even vomited blood.

Liang Zan gritted his bloody teeth and refused to wail out loud, but Tongcai became anxious. He rushed over, calling him "Young Master" repeatedly, and helped him back away, looking at Erdi with a pleading face.

Erdi remained unmoved and just glanced at them coldly: "Humph, I haven't used my true strength yet."

Tongcai looked at the blood on the corner of his master's mouth, then glanced at Erdi with resentment: "Our young master is bleeding without even using his true strength."

"Your kung fu is really poor."

"I, I don't believe in evil!!" Liang Zan roared, turned around, and kicked Erdi on the forehead with a whip kick. Erdi leaned back to avoid it. After a few moves, Liang Zan was kicked by Erdi, and his whole body flew into the air, and then fell heavily to the ground.

A double blow is even more deadly.

At that moment, his self-esteem and face seemed to be shattered. He stared at the bloodstains on the red carpet, his mind full of what Erdi had just said.

Could it be that... Tongcai was actually deceiving him? !

"You'd better go back and study for a few more years. Why don't you leave now?" Jingzhi stood up, crossed his arms, and looked at him coldly.

Lengtouqing!

If you don't leave now, you might be beaten to death by Erdi who suddenly behaves abnormally.

"Liang Erdi, you..." Liang Zan covered his aching chest and hesitated to speak.

Erdi brushed Jingzhi aside, walked up to him and said coldly: "What, you still don't accept it?"

Zan was no longer angry, but rather deflated, lowering his head and saying:

"I want you to tell me honestly, is my kung fu really that bad?"

Before Erdi could speak, Jingzhi quietly grasped his sleeve and poked his head out from behind him:

"You've been beaten like this, and you haven't reacted yet?"

Erdi's eyes changed, and with a "slap", she subconsciously slapped Jingzhi's hand, then turned back and glared at her, then turned to look at Liang Zan:

"That's right, your kung fu hasn't even laid a solid foundation."

Just as he was about to take a step forward to explain, he found his sleeve being pulled by a small hand again. He frowned, exerted a little force to pull out his sleeve, took two steps forward, away from her, and then continued:

"Anyone who knows kung fu can knock you down."

The light in Liang Zan's eyes instantly went out, and his face turned completely pale, which made Tongcai feel very distressed. He had watched the young master grow up, and he had always been full of vigor and vitality for more than 20 years. He had never looked so frustrated now.

He panicked and rushed to Erdi, gritting his teeth and saying, "You're talking nonsense!"

He turned back and hurriedly explained to Liang Zan: "Master, don't believe him!"

"Snapped!"

The next second, a slap hit Tongcai in the face.

Tong Caiqi was extremely angry and rushed towards Erdi again in an attempt to ask for an explanation. Jingzhi took a step forward and pushed him aside, but he did not dare to get close to Erdi again. He just took two steps back and looked at him eagerly.

Di glanced at her, and for some reason, her mood became even worse. He snorted coldly, looked at Liang Zan with a squint, and said something even more hurtful:

"Your master must eat your food, live in your house, take your money every month, and lose it to you every time."

Liang Zan was surprised: "How do you know?"

"Anyone with a brain knows that you're the only one so stupid."

Jingzhi pointed to his head and couldn't help but complain.

As if unable to accept this fact, Liang Zan jumped off the stage and rushed outside.

His cronies who had initially been clamoring for an explanation now shoved and jostled each other, wishing they had legs, and fled out in embarrassment.

It was not until Liang Zan ran out of the tent that Jingzhi realized that she had not asked him for the hairpin yet.

She glanced at Erdi, who was several meters away from her, cleared her throat, and said anxiously:

"I have to go out for a while, you..."

Seeing him glance at her coldly, Jingzhi was suddenly speechless.

Since he doesn't want her to get close, then he still has to get her hairpin back.

She lowered her eyes, pursed her lips, touched the burning back of her hand, avoided Erdi's gaze, and ran quickly in the direction Liang Zan left.

Inside the shed.

Erdi looked at her back for a long time, suddenly laughed, and then slowly walked to the music stage. Various kettles were placed on the edge of the stage. A small brown teapot was inconspicuous, but it caught his attention firmly. It was his.

The tea inside does not belong to him.

Erdi picked up the already cold little teapot and slowly tilted the pot. A line of water hit the ground in an arc, splashing countless water droplets. A few drops of mud made of tea even fell onto the black surface of his shoes, but he did not step back.

He just slowly poured out the remaining half pot of tea bit by bit, and looked at the tea mixed with mud on the ground, and laughed again.

They are just people who... despise the poor and love the rich.

He closed his eyes, then looked at the crowd who were as quiet as chickens.

“…Let’s rehearse.”