Feng Qingcheng did not object to this point. This girl's vigilance was absolutely nothing to say.

The colorful shadows in her eyes suddenly turned a meaningful smile: "Hailan, do you want to learn martial arts?"

Hailan's body suddenly stiffened, and his expression suddenly felt a little expectant and amazed: "Of course I thought about it. I kept thinking that if I had the martial arts skills of our wife, I could protect the lady from being hurt by others..."

"Then I'll teach you..."

Hailan's expression completely froze, and the wooden stick in his hand fell on the ground with a "pop".

She stared at Feng Qingcheng in surprise, and she whispered, "Miss...what were you talking about?"

Feng Qingcheng picked up the wooden stick on the ground, smiled lightly and handed it to Hailan: "Whatever you hear is what..."

Hailan took the wooden stick with a strange expression, frowned at the middle of his eyebrows, but turned around without saying a word and carefully opened the broken door of the half-mountain with the wooden stick in his hand.

The smell in the dilapidated temple was even more disgusting. Even Hailan couldn't help but cover his nose with his hands, frowned and whispered: "Oh my God, why is it so smelly here?"

Feng Qingcheng didn't feel anything. Her eyes looked like a blade in the temple and then fell on the beggars lying everywhere.

It seemed that they did not notice the coming person at all, and everyone was lying there motionlessly, indifferently.

Feng Qingcheng signaled Hailan to stand still, raise his hand to take the wooden stick in her hand, and quietly walk towards the beggars lying there.

It was summer, and in order to make it cool, basically all beggars were considered to be naked, naked, or wearing ragged clothes that could hardly cover their bodies.

Feng Qingcheng's eyes walked around the temple with deep eyes, and suddenly his steps were lying on the pile of hay, and his beard was a little gray.

Just as Hailan was confused and wanted to call, he suddenly saw Feng Qingcheng, and then raised the wooden stick in his hand without warning, and hit the old man fiercely and viciously.

If this falls firmly on the old man's head, there is no doubt that even if this person doesn't have a head, his life will be certain.

Hailan's scream almost screamed at the same time, and instinctively rushed forward, trying to stop Feng Qingcheng's actions.

Almost as soon as she was lifting her feet, the old man who was lying motionless suddenly blocked his head with his arm and pressed the wooden stick in Feng Qingcheng's hand.

But to everyone's expectations, the wooden stick suddenly stopped when it was about to land on his arm.

Feng Qingcheng stood with a stick expressionless face, looking at the old man in front of him coldly: "I am so old and I am still agile... Judging from your complexion, you don't look like you are sick, but why do you want to make a living among this beggar?"

The muscles on the old man's face twitched very clearly, but he had no intention of opening his eyes, but a sneer appeared on his face.
Chapter completed!