"Little beast, you also want to enter my Han family's door, call my fifth master dad? I'm gonna be!"

The shouting sounded at the door of the Han family's "Iron Yifang", and the loud female voice could not even cover up the sound of cast iron roaring in Jianchuan City.

I saw a noble lady standing at the door of the Iron Yifang with her eyes standing straight, pinching her waist with her hands and cursing. There were more than a dozen servants standing beside her, all of whom were big and round waists, and she knew it was not easy to mess with at first glance.

Pedestrians looked at each other on the road, and several old residents of Jianchuan City certainly recognized it - this is Han Wang, the wife of Han Dingchun, the fifth master of the Han family. No wonder all the sword-casting masters on the Tieyifang were silent.

Mrs. Han Wu didn't care about the color of pedestrians at all. In her eyes, the common people were like ants, and the knights and swordsmen were just rats. Who dared to stop what Mrs. Han Wu wanted to do?

"Your mother is just a slut. I don't know which wild man gave birth to a wild man like you, but she shamelessly realized that I was on my house. She was so brave! Why are you still standing there? Go and beat me!"

Several servants beside her rushed up and beat a boy in a blacksmith shop in a squad.

The boy was fifteen or sixteen years old, and his face was blushed and embarrassed and hated, but he couldn't say a word.

His name is Yan Li, and he is the illegitimate son of a maid from the Han family. He doesn't know who his father is. For this reason, he suffered humiliation from childhood. But for some reason, the Han family did not drive them out. It was not until a few days ago that his mother passed away and left a suicide note to Mr. Han Wu, that many people guessed his identity.

According to ordinary families, even if the illegitimate son of the master and the maid is not at a high level, he always has a title of a young master, but Yan Li's biological father, Han Wuye Han Dingchun, is not a glorious person.

Han Dingchun was born to his father and a brothel girl who was raised outside, and was also an illegitimate child. This man was not ordinary restless. He had just been taken to the Han Mansion and had an affair with his sister's maid, and the child he gave birth to was Yan Li.

Later, the Han family and the Wang family married, and Han Dingchun married the current Mrs. Zhengyin. Han Wang was many times more noble than Yan Li's mother. At that time, the maid who was pregnant with Liujia was naturally selected to be forgotten by Han Wuye.

For more than ten years, no one mentioned this matter. Yan Li had no father, so she simply took her mother's surname and was arranged to work as a choreographer in the Han family's blacksmith shop. Now, the scandal that year was revealed by a suicide note, and Mrs. Han Wu, who was of noble origin, came to her door.

Compared with the illegitimate child who has no father, I really don’t know which one is better!

Therefore, the originally honest Yan Li was scolded and could not say a word, but her cheeks were flushed and her lips were even bleeding.

Seeing four or five strong servants rushing up, he had nowhere to escape, so he could only resist. However, he was very skilled in martial arts and could not even get started. How could he be the opponent of these trained servants? In just two or three strokes, the two servants grabbed their left and right hands, held them tightly, and held them tightly.

"Put! Pick his mouth!"

Mrs. Han Wu's arrogance became even more arrogant and her voice became louder.

A burly servant stepped forward, grabbed Yan Li's hair with his left hand, forced him to raise his face, swung a bamboo board with his right hand, and thrust hard on Yan Li's face.

"Ba"

This slap made Yan Li's eyes burst into tears and a knife cut on her cheeks. However, the more painful one was in her heart.

He couldn't understand why all this was. What mistake did he make? The man who made a fuss with his mother and made a vow to his wife turned around and married the noble wife, which made his mother blame him for life and ended in hatred.

He has always been honest and honest, but he was beaten by others everywhere. He has been called a "bad breeder" since he was a child. In the iron-yifang, he will always do the hardest and most tiring jobs, but he will never have the chance to cast a sword by himself. Even when the old sword master teaches his skills, he will always send him away.

"Ba"

The second thing was that the bamboo board slapped his partner hard on the face, and suddenly woke Yan Li up. He looked up at the servant with a ferocious face, and did not think that this servant who sold himself as a slave was nobler than him. Why could he beat him with a grin?

"Ba—Ba—"

The bamboo board was sucked one after another, and I don’t know how many times it had been, from pain to numbness, from the eyes to the blur of eyes, only the anger in my heart became more and more intense.

The swordsman in the Iron Yifang watched coldly, and there was no one who pleaded for mercy. There were even a few gloating, and they didn't know what kind of cozy was like in front of such a tragic situation.

Yan Li gritted his teeth, held his breath, and held his last dignity: he would not even ask for mercy even if he died.

"Paipa--"

The monotonous sound of bamboo boards in his ears was obviously unable to satisfy Mrs. Han Wu. She came to teach the wild species a lesson in her own way, but the wild species didn't say a word, and there was not even a person applauding her. Where did she put her Mrs. Han Wu's face?

"It seems that the palms and mouths don't hurt enough, so you, the wild man, can't let you know that they are powerful!" Mrs. Han Wu screamed, "Come on, drag him out, tie him to the door of the shop, and whip it with a whip! Han Lin, you do it yourself!"

Yan Li, who had no resistance, was tied up with his hands by several servants and tied them to a horse stalk at the door of the Iron Yifang. Then he was splashed from his head to his feet by a bucket of cold water. His red and swollen cheeks were cut like a knife, which made him encourage him to open his eyes again and stare at Han Lin holding a whip in front of him.

Han Lin is also fifteen or sixteen years old, and his face is three or four minutes similar to Yan Li. He is the eldest son of Han Wu and Wu Lady. This young master has no worries about food and clothing since he was a child, and he has practiced martial arts and looks heroic.

Of course, the young master of aristocratic family who has practiced martial arts since childhood has not been comparable to those of a mere servant. The cowhide whip on his hand is enough to take away a life if he takes away a dozen strokes!

"Paipa--"

Two whips were ruthlessly pulled down, and Yan Li's whole body trembled in the severe pain. He plucked up his last strength and looked at the boy with a similar face in front of him, his tilted eyebrows, grim lips and cheeks, and the cowhide whip dancing in his hand. The anger in his chest turned into an unspeakable sense of grief.

This whip took away his last trace of expectation for blood relationship.

"Smack it off"

"Wow—"

The repeated torture of the whip and cold water made Yan Li's body blood blurred and her consciousness was on the verge of dissipation. Mrs. Han Wu's screams and scolds came faintly in her ears.

"War well, keep fighting and kill this bastard! My wife is kind to you today and I will give you a bastard and reunion with your bastard!"

In this scene, the peddlers and pawns passing by looked at each other, but how many people dared to take care of the Han family? There were even a few flatterers who applauded with the tyrants, which finally satisfied Mrs. Han Wu's vanity.

At this moment, Yan Li, who was silent, had closed her eyes and no longer had hope of life. She could only swear in her heart: I will not let you go if I become a ghost!

Just when Mrs. Han Wu and his group were proud, a bold and loud voice sounded like a tiger roar on the streets of Jianchuan City:

"stop!"

I saw a strong man like a black iron tower, carrying a broad sword, rushed in, squeezed into the crowd and cursed: "The iron-yifang is indeed full of cowards, and a shrew actually bullied his family in front of the door! You have lost all the faces of the ancestor!"

Without waiting for the sword-casting master in the Iron Yifang to speak, Mrs. Han Wu, who was in high spirits, cursed back, "Where did the wild dogs come from, and are you yelling here? Don't you know who this wife is? Get out, let's get out of your ancestor Laozi, let's get out of here!"

As soon as this sentence was said, the heroes, peddlers, and the big men who broke in were all stunned.

In Jianchuan City for a hundred years, there has been a time when someone dared to scold the ancestor of the sword-casting master.

"Bastard--" The man from the Iron Tower roared wildly, and it was really thundering. "You dare to insult us like the ancestors. Even if you, the master of the Han family, have the innate position, I will fight to the death!"
Chapter completed!