Chapter 5: Small Town Events

A bustling morning is the beginning of a new day, but this morning is not destined to be peaceful.

After the initial calm passed, there was an explosion of consternation and scramble...... But after all, there were only ten buckets of cheap food, and after the explosion and noise had passed, everything seemed to be no different from usual.

Jinjiang Town relies on the tributaries of the Liang River, the town is surrounded by mountains on three sides, one side faces the Bianliang City that is said to be prosperous and flowing gold everywhere, most of the residents of the town are doing things for the three families, some people have accumulated some family funds for several generations, within a radius of 300 miles in Bianliang, Jinjiang Town is a good town.

Most of the land in the town belongs to Zhou Benkun's family, and half of the labor force in the town is planted by the Zhou family's land, but the food they eat still has to be bought from the Zhou family's grain store. This is not to say how cruel the Zhou family is, but the whole world is like this, not to mention that being able to have money to buy grain can already be regarded as the benevolence of the Zhou family, and there is no black heart to let the industry be in one or two generations.

In addition to the land of the Zhou family, the Wang and Su families also occupied a small part of the land, but the Wang and Su families occupied the weaving industry in the town.

A Liang River that looks at Bianliang not only has many beautiful legends, but also feeds tens of millions of families on both sides of the river, because of the convenience of transportation of the Liang River, Wang and Su opened a weaving workshop in Jinjiang Town, and the finished products are sold to Bianliang through water transportation, and even go south, which is naturally profitable, so it can be regarded as a strong party in Jinjiang Town.

Compared with the Zhou family and the Wang and Su families, the Cai family's origin is much simpler but much stronger, only relying on the Cai Taishi who retired from the imperial capital is enough for the Cai family to divide one side in this small Jinjiang Town, and the Cai family's grain is completely transported from Bianliang to sell, compared to Zhou Benkun, naturally there is one more cost.

Zhao Ming took Xiaolian to stroll on the bluestone streets of the town, listening to the occasional passer-by talking about today's Zhou family grain store, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

I bought a toothbrush and some household items, went to Zhou Butcher's meat stall and cut a pound of meat, and became familiar with this small town where I was about to live for a while, and then I began to go back.

Zhou Ding took two small servants and suddenly appeared in sight. Seeing Zhao Ming and Xiaolian coming, Zhou Ding had an unkind look on his face, and then walked over to this side, and the two little servants surrounded him with a cold and scattered trend.

The three of them presented the product and surrounded Zhao Ming and Xiaolian in the middle.

Xiaolian's face turned pale with fright, but she bravely straightened her chest and stepped forward to protect Zhao Ming.

Maybe that's what it used to be, right? Zhao Ming smiled self-deprecatingly, then sighed and pulled Xiaolian behind him. After all, he is a man, and he is no longer the weak and incompetent 'Zhao Ming', he stared coldly at Zhou Ding in front of him and smiled: "Are you really sure you want to do this?" If you're smart, you should know that your dad thinks highly of me right now, so he shouldn't be for the chapter 5 town event that he deserves

Slap me in the face! ”

"Humph! I don't know what you said to my father, but if you want to swallow this breath, Young Master Ben has to clean you up, unless you kneel down and beg for mercy, and then give Xiaolian to me, I will let you go! Zhou Ding snorted coldly, his face was full of unruly expression, he never believed that he couldn't clean up this ruined family.

Not far away, at the end of the alley, the door of a house opened a crack, and a woman was looking at the scene in the distance with panic and curiosity.

Zhao Ming looked at Zhou Ding's fierce expression, couldn't help but shake his head and smiled lightly, then picked up half of the green brick from the ground and said to Zhou Ding: "Since you have to fight, is it to let the woman retreat, what about me to the three of you?" ”

"Young master, don't!" Xiaolian tugged at Zhao Ming's sleeve and said scaredly.

"Good! I'm going to be fine......" Zhao Ming pushed her away, and then returned to the encirclement of the three people, as if he was facing an ordinary thing.

Zhou Ding looked at Zhao Ming in front of him, and vaguely felt that he was different, and always felt that he shouldn't be so calm, but should kneel down and beg for mercy! But after thinking about it, there are three people on my side, what is the problem of dealing with such a waste.

He sneered: "Makeup! When Young Master Ben beats you so hard that you can't recognize the ancestral grave, it's too late for you to beg for mercy! ”

Zhao Ming didn't answer him, but rolled up his sleeves, the clothes of this era are all biased towards the elegant and chic of literati, and it is indeed inconvenient to fight, and his current body is not as good as before, of course it is better to be cautious in the face of three people.

"Up!" Zhou Ding looked at Zhao Ming's calm and relaxed posture, and his anger was even more serious, so he suddenly snorted, pulled out and picked up the wooden stick in his hand and rushed over.

Behind the hidden door at the end of the alley, the woman covered her mouth and suppressed her exclamation, her eyes full of sympathy that she couldn't bear to see Zhao Ming's head bleeding.

"Poof-----

"Ahh

"Bang!"

Xiaolian clenched her little pink fist and watched, her heart was almost bursting, seeing the three of them swinging wooden sticks at the same time and smashing them at the young master, her shouts had reached her throat, but suddenly she was stuck there, her eyes were very round, very round as if she had seen a ghost!

I saw that Zhou Ding raised the wooden stick to rush out at the moment, Zhao Ming's figure had already moved, his feet protruded to the left, and half of the green brick smashed heavily on the chest of the person on the left with lightning speed, causing a dull sound of 'poof', and then the smashed guy let out a painful scream, Zhao Ming had already snatched the wooden stick from the little guy's hand at the moment when the brick was smashed out, and then collided with the wooden stick swung by another guy, making a crisp sound when the wood was struck.

Then Zhou Ding's stick was thrown on Zhao Ming's back, making a muffled 'bang'!

But this is not the end, just when Zhou Ding thought he was proud, Chapter 5 The big event in the town

I only heard a sound of 'whew' breaking through the air, and there was a sharp pain in my head for a while, and there was a buzzing sound in my ears, and my body staggered twice and fell.

And the remaining little guy, the wooden stick that was about to be smashed was suddenly frozen in the air, and he looked at Zhao Ming who turned his face with a frightened expression, only to feel that this stick didn't dare to smash it again!

In Zhao Ming's eyes, there was Sen Leng that scared him!

"Smack!"

He just stopped for a moment, but Zhao Ming's wooden stick smashed mercilessly on his cheeks, and the blood suddenly filled his mouth, he held his cheek in pain, and opened his mouth to spit out a pool of blood, which was mixed with two yellowed teeth.

Confused, and didn't know what he was going to say to himself, Zhao Ming scratched his back with a wooden stick, and sneered at the little guy like a tickle: "Carry your young master back, remember to tell your master about this clearly, otherwise don't blame me for not reminding you to be careful of your rice bowl!" ”

The little guy was stunned, and after a while, he cowered and picked up another little guy who was touching his chest and crying out in pain, and ran to Zhou's mansion with the unconscious Zhou Ding......

"Phew!"

Zhao Ming spat out a mouthful of saliva, and sighed a little helplessly: "Zhou Benkun is a very smart person, how did he give birth to such a waste son?" ”

Xiaolian looked at the calm and relaxed young master, covering her mouth, her eyes were wide, and she couldn't speak for a long time, she only felt that everything in front of her was too unbelievable.

"Less, less...... Master... This, this, this... This sucks now! You've got a big disaster, let's run away! ”

Xiaolian came to her senses and only knew one thing, that is, her young master beat the son of the most powerful master in the town, Zhou Benkun, and even if she didn't die, she would be abolished, and she suddenly had the idea of escaping in a hurry.

Zhao Ming threw away the wooden stick in his hand and pulled her hand and smiled: "Silly girl! Forgot that Master Zhou gave me money last night? Don't worry, I guess he won't come to me for trouble, and maybe even come to apologize! ”

"Young master, you're not talking nonsense, are you?" Xiaolian stared at Zhao Ming with a confused expression.

"Let's go! Go home first, it's not good to stand here for too long, go home first to cook and eat, make more meat, when you girl grows up! Zhao Ming couldn't help but say, took Xiaolian's hand and walked forward.

Behind the door at the end of the alley, the woman, Zhang, pinched her face, jumped up suddenly, and then ran out of the back door, ready to talk about this 'big thing'...... Chapter 1 Exploring the Flower Lang in the Bright Moon Building!

In the seventh year of Da Zhao, there was a loud bang in the sky, and the citizens of Bianzhou City were surprised to see a skyfire meteor piercing the dark sky and exploding with a loud bang on the outskirts of the city. In the early morning of the next day, the city guard of Bianzhou took people out of the city to check...

months later.

Facing the faint morning light, the prosperity of Bianzhou City opens a new day's picture. The candles in the inns in the city have not been extinguished, the cries of the peddlers' pawns have gradually sounded, the people who have eaten morning tea meet each other to greet each other, the vegetable farmers with fresh vegetables are shouting, the blacksmith opens the door, and the cloth shop loads the goods...... In the noise proves the prosperity of the city, this is Bianzhou.

"Hey, have any of you heard? What kind of good poems did the Tanhualang in the Mingyue Tower make last night? ”

Someone suddenly asked in the Li Ji morning teahouse, and then it was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, and someone came to chat one after another.

"Yes, Brother Li, have you heard? That Tanhualang is amazing, I heard that one poem a day will never be repeated, and the first poem is regarded as a masterpiece! ”

"But no, I only recently learned from my lady's mouth, and now this Tanhualang is probably famous in Bianzhou."

"This has to ask Brother Wang, Brother Wang heard yesterday that he drank and wrote poems with a few friends in the Mingyue Building!"

"Ouch, drinking can still be reasonable, Brother Zicheng don't mention any more poetry, I didn't believe Brother Wenda's words, yesterday and a few friends wanted to go to Mingyue Tower to try it, who knew that Tanhualang's face could not be seen, there was already a good word hanging on the building of Mingyue Building, alas... I can't bear to say it! A young man in a soap-colored robe sighed repeatedly, his face still a little pale and haggard, it seemed that he must have woken up from a hangover last night and had just woken up for morning tea.

"There's really a new work! Brother Wang said it, let everyone present appreciate it. Known as Zicheng, the son-in-law in an apricot yellow costume coaxed and said.

"That's right, Wang Yun, just say it, so that those of us who don't have the money to enter Mingyue Tower have a long insight."

"Say..."

Several people who were in a hurry suddenly became interested, and they all encouraged the young man named Wang Yun to speak out.

"Then I'll just say it, listen, hum... Hmph...."Wang Yun moistened his throat, and then began to chant loudly: [Huanxi Sha], a new song and a glass of wine, last year's weather was old. When does the sun set? Helplessly, the flowers fell, and the familiar swallow returned. The small garden incense path wanders alone.

Quiet!

By the time Wang Yun finished chanting, the surroundings had fallen into absolute silence, and even the little two who ran the hall were frowning and thinking about it in their hearts!

"Wonderful!" Suddenly, someone slapped the table heavily, shaking the tea on the table and almost jumping out of the cup, which also broke the quiet atmosphere, "It's really talented." ”

"yes, what a word!"

"Good words, the first chapter of the Mingyue Building in the flower Lang!

In the seventh year of Da Zhao, there was a loud bang in the sky, and the citizens of Bianzhou City were surprised to see a skyfire meteor piercing the dark sky and exploding with a loud bang on the outskirts of the city. In the early morning of the next day, the city guard of Bianzhou took people out of the city to check...

months later.

Facing the faint morning light, the prosperity of Bianzhou City opens a new day's picture. The candles in the inns in the city have not been extinguished, the cries of the peddlers' pawns have gradually sounded, the people who have eaten morning tea meet each other to greet each other, the vegetable farmers with fresh vegetables are shouting, the blacksmith opens the door, and the cloth shop loads the goods...... In the noise proves the prosperity of the city, this is Bianzhou.

"Hey, have any of you heard? What kind of good poems did the Tanhualang in the Mingyue Tower make last night? ”

Someone suddenly asked in the Li Ji morning teahouse, and then it was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, and someone came to chat one after another.

"Yes, Brother Li, have you heard? That Tanhualang is amazing, I heard that one poem a day will never be repeated, and the first poem is regarded as a masterpiece! ”

"But no, I only recently learned from my lady's mouth, and now this Tanhualang is probably famous in Bianzhou."

"This has to ask Brother Wang, Brother Wang heard yesterday that he drank and wrote poems with a few friends in the Mingyue Building!"

"Ouch, drinking can still be reasonable, Brother Zicheng don't mention any more poetry, I didn't believe Brother Wenda's words, yesterday and a few friends wanted to go to Mingyue Tower to try it, who knew that Tanhualang's face could not be seen, there was already a good word hanging on the building of Mingyue Building, alas... I can't bear to say it! A young man in a soap-colored robe sighed repeatedly, his face still a little pale and haggard, it seemed that he must have woken up from a hangover last night and had just woken up for morning tea.

"There's really a new work! Brother Wang said it, let everyone present appreciate it. Known as Zicheng, the son-in-law in an apricot yellow costume coaxed and said.

"That's right, Wang Yun, just say it, so that those of us who don't have the money to enter Mingyue Tower have a long insight."

"Say..."

Several people who were in a hurry suddenly became interested, and they all encouraged the young man named Wang Yun to speak out.

"Then I'll just say it, listen, hum... Hmph...."Wang Yun moistened his throat, and then began to chant loudly: [Huanxi Sha], a new song and a glass of wine, last year's weather was old. When does the sun set? Helplessly, the flowers fell, and the familiar swallow returned. The small garden incense path wanders alone.

Quiet!

By the time Wang Yun finished chanting, the surroundings had fallen into absolute silence, and even the little two who ran the hall were frowning and thinking about it in their hearts!

"Wonderful!" Suddenly, someone slapped the table heavily, shaking the tea on the table and almost jumping out of the cup, which also broke the quiet atmosphere, "It's really talented." ”

"yes, what a word!"

"Good words, the first chapter of the Mingyue Building in the flower Lang!

In the seventh year of Da Zhao, there was a loud bang in the sky, and the citizens of Bianzhou City were surprised to see a skyfire meteor piercing the dark sky and exploding with a loud bang on the outskirts of the city. In the early morning of the next day, the city guard of Bianzhou took people out of the city to check...

months later.

Facing the faint morning light, the prosperity of Bianzhou City opens a new day's picture. The candles in the inns in the city have not been extinguished, the cries of the peddlers' pawns have gradually sounded, the people who have eaten morning tea meet each other to greet each other, the vegetable farmers with fresh vegetables are shouting, the blacksmith opens the door, and the cloth shop loads the goods...... In the noise proves the prosperity of the city, this is Bianzhou.

"Hey, have any of you heard? What kind of good poems did the Tanhualang in the Mingyue Tower make last night? ”

Someone suddenly asked in the Li Ji morning teahouse, and then it was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, and someone came to chat one after another.

"Yes, Brother Li, have you heard? That Tanhualang is amazing, I heard that one poem a day will never be repeated, and the first poem is regarded as a masterpiece! ”

"But no, I only recently learned from my lady's mouth, and now this Tanhualang is probably famous in Bianzhou."

"This has to ask Brother Wang, Brother Wang heard yesterday that he drank and wrote poems with a few friends in the Mingyue Building!"

"Ouch, drinking can still be reasonable, Brother Zicheng don't mention any more poetry, I didn't believe Brother Wenda's words, yesterday and a few friends wanted to go to Mingyue Tower to try it, who knew that Tanhualang's face could not be seen, there was already a good word hanging on the building of Mingyue Building, alas... I can't bear to say it! A young man in a soap-colored robe sighed repeatedly, his face still a little pale and haggard, it seemed that he must have woken up from a hangover last night and had just woken up for morning tea.

"There's really a new work! Brother Wang said it, let everyone present appreciate it. Known as Zicheng, the son-in-law in an apricot yellow costume coaxed and said.

"That's right, Wang Yun, just say it, so that those of us who don't have the money to enter Mingyue Tower have a long insight."

"Say..."

Several people who were in a hurry suddenly became interested, and they all encouraged the young man named Wang Yun to speak out.

"Then I'll just say it, listen, hum... Hmph...."Wang Yun moistened his throat, and then began to chant loudly: [Huanxi Sha], a new song and a glass of wine, last year's weather was old. When does the sun set? Helplessly, the flowers fell, and the familiar swallow returned. The small garden incense path wanders alone.

Quiet!

By the time Wang Yun finished chanting, the surroundings had fallen into absolute silence, and even the little two who ran the hall were frowning and thinking about it in their hearts!

"Wonderful!" Suddenly, someone slapped the table heavily, shaking the tea on the table and almost jumping out of the cup, which also broke the quiet atmosphere, "It's really talented." ”

"yes, what a word!"

"Good words, the first chapter of the Mingyue Building in the flower Lang!

In the seventh year of Da Zhao, there was a loud bang in the sky, and the citizens of Bianzhou City were surprised to see a skyfire meteor piercing the dark sky and exploding with a loud bang on the outskirts of the city. In the early morning of the next day, the city guard of Bianzhou took people out of the city to check...

months later.

Facing the faint morning light, the prosperity of Bianzhou City opens a new day's picture. The candles in the inns in the city have not been extinguished, the cries of the peddlers' pawns have gradually sounded, the people who have eaten morning tea meet each other to greet each other, the vegetable farmers with fresh vegetables are shouting, the blacksmith opens the door, and the cloth shop loads the goods...... In the noise proves the prosperity of the city, this is Bianzhou.

"Hey, have any of you heard? What kind of good poems did the Tanhualang in the Mingyue Tower make last night? ”

Someone suddenly asked in the Li Ji morning teahouse, and then it was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, and someone came to chat one after another.

"Yes, Brother Li, have you heard? That Tanhualang is amazing, I heard that one poem a day will never be repeated, and the first poem is regarded as a masterpiece! ”

"But no, I only recently learned from my lady's mouth, and now this Tanhualang is probably famous in Bianzhou."

"This has to ask Brother Wang, Brother Wang heard yesterday that he drank and wrote poems with a few friends in the Mingyue Building!"

"Ouch, drinking can still be reasonable, Brother Zicheng don't mention any more poetry, I didn't believe Brother Wenda's words, yesterday and a few friends wanted to go to Mingyue Tower to try it, who knew that Tanhualang's face could not be seen, there was already a good word hanging on the building of Mingyue Building, alas... I can't bear to say it! A young man in a soap-colored robe sighed repeatedly, his face still a little pale and haggard, it seemed that he must have woken up from a hangover last night and had just woken up for morning tea.

"There's really a new work! Brother Wang said it, let everyone present appreciate it. Known as Zicheng, the son-in-law in an apricot yellow costume coaxed and said.

"That's right, Wang Yun, just say it, so that those of us who don't have the money to enter Mingyue Tower have a long insight."

"Say..."

Several people who were in a hurry suddenly became interested, and they all encouraged the young man named Wang Yun to speak out.

"Then I'll just say it, listen, hum... Hmph...."Wang Yun moistened his throat, and then began to chant loudly: [Huanxi Sha], a new song and a glass of wine, last year's weather was old. When does the sun set? Helplessly, the flowers fell, and the familiar swallow returned. The small garden incense path wanders alone.

Quiet!

By the time Wang Yun finished chanting, the surroundings had fallen into absolute silence, and even the little two who ran the hall were frowning and thinking about it in their hearts!

"Wonderful!" Suddenly, someone slapped the table heavily, shaking the tea on the table and almost jumping out of the cup, which also broke the quiet atmosphere, "It's really talented." ”

"yes, what a word!"

"Good words, the first chapter of the Mingyue Building in the flower Lang!

In the seventh year of Da Zhao, there was a loud bang in the sky, and the citizens of Bianzhou City were surprised to see a skyfire meteor piercing the dark sky and exploding with a loud bang on the outskirts of the city. In the early morning of the next day, the city guard of Bianzhou took people out of the city to check...

months later.

Facing the faint morning light, the prosperity of Bianzhou City opens a new day's picture. The candles in the inns in the city have not been extinguished, the cries of the peddlers' pawns have gradually sounded, the people who have eaten morning tea meet each other to greet each other, the vegetable farmers with fresh vegetables are shouting, the blacksmith opens the door, and the cloth shop loads the goods...... In the noise proves the prosperity of the city, this is Bianzhou.

"Hey, have any of you heard? What kind of good poems did the Tanhualang in the Mingyue Tower make last night? ”

Someone suddenly asked in the Li Ji morning teahouse, and then it was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, and someone came to chat one after another.

"Yes, Brother Li, have you heard? That Tanhualang is amazing, I heard that one poem a day will never be repeated, and the first poem is regarded as a masterpiece! ”

"But no, I only recently learned from my lady's mouth, and now this Tanhualang is probably famous in Bianzhou."

"This has to ask Brother Wang, Brother Wang heard yesterday that he drank and wrote poems with a few friends in the Mingyue Building!"

"Ouch, drinking can still be reasonable, Brother Zicheng don't mention any more poetry, I didn't believe Brother Wenda's words, yesterday and a few friends wanted to go to Mingyue Tower to try it, who knew that Tanhualang's face could not be seen, there was already a good word hanging on the building of Mingyue Building, alas... I can't bear to say it! A young man in a soap-colored robe sighed repeatedly, his face still a little pale and haggard, it seemed that he must have woken up from a hangover last night and had just woken up for morning tea.

"There's really a new work! Brother Wang said it, let everyone present appreciate it. Known as Zicheng, the son-in-law in an apricot yellow costume coaxed and said.

"That's right, Wang Yun, just say it, so that those of us who don't have the money to enter Mingyue Tower have a long insight."

"Say..."

Several people who were in a hurry suddenly became interested, and they all encouraged the young man named Wang Yun to speak out.

"Then I'll just say it, listen, hum... Hmph...."Wang Yun moistened his throat, and then began to chant loudly: [Huanxi Sha], a new song and a glass of wine, last year's weather was old. When does the sun set? Helplessly, the flowers fell, and the familiar swallow returned. The small garden incense path wanders alone.

Quiet!

By the time Wang Yun finished chanting, the surroundings had fallen into absolute silence, and even the little two who ran the hall were frowning and thinking about it in their hearts!

"Wonderful!" Suddenly, someone slapped the table heavily, shaking the tea on the table and almost jumping out of the cup, which also broke the quiet atmosphere, "It's really talented." ”

"yes, what a word!"

"Good words, the first chapter of the Mingyue Building in the flower Lang!

In the seventh year of Da Zhao, there was a loud bang in the sky, and the citizens of Bianzhou City were surprised to see a skyfire meteor piercing the dark sky and exploding with a loud bang on the outskirts of the city. In the early morning of the next day, the city guard of Bianzhou took people out of the city to check...

months later.

Facing the faint morning light, the prosperity of Bianzhou City opens a new day's picture. The candles in the inns in the city have not been extinguished, the cries of the peddlers' pawns have gradually sounded, the people who have eaten morning tea meet each other to greet each other, the vegetable farmers with fresh vegetables are shouting, the blacksmith opens the door, and the cloth shop loads the goods...... In the noise proves the prosperity of the city, this is Bianzhou.

"Hey, have any of you heard? What kind of good poems did the Tanhualang in the Mingyue Tower make last night? ”

Someone suddenly asked in the Li Ji morning teahouse, and then it was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, and someone came to chat one after another.

"Yes, Brother Li, have you heard? That Tanhualang is amazing, I heard that one poem a day will never be repeated, and the first poem is regarded as a masterpiece! ”

"But no, I only recently learned from my lady's mouth, and now this Tanhualang is probably famous in Bianzhou."

"This has to ask Brother Wang, Brother Wang heard yesterday that he drank and wrote poems with a few friends in the Mingyue Building!"

"Ouch, drinking can still be reasonable, Brother Zicheng don't mention any more poetry, I didn't believe Brother Wenda's words, yesterday and a few friends wanted to go to Mingyue Tower to try it, who knew that Tanhualang's face could not be seen, there was already a good word hanging on the building of Mingyue Building, alas... I can't bear to say it! A young man in a soap-colored robe sighed repeatedly, his face still a little pale and haggard, it seemed that he must have woken up from a hangover last night and had just woken up for morning tea.

"There's really a new work! Brother Wang said it, let everyone present appreciate it. Known as Zicheng, the son-in-law in an apricot yellow costume coaxed and said.

"That's right, Wang Yun, just say it, so that those of us who don't have the money to enter Mingyue Tower have a long insight."

"Say..."

Several people who were in a hurry suddenly became interested, and they all encouraged the young man named Wang Yun to speak out.

"Then I'll just say it, listen, hum... Hmph...."Wang Yun moistened his throat, and then began to chant loudly: [Huanxi Sha], a new song and a glass of wine, last year's weather was old. When does the sun set? Helplessly, the flowers fell, and the familiar swallow returned. The small garden incense path wanders alone.

Quiet!

By the time Wang Yun finished chanting, the surroundings had fallen into absolute silence, and even the little two who ran the hall were frowning and thinking about it in their hearts!

"Wonderful!" Suddenly, someone slapped the table heavily, shaking the tea on the table and almost jumping out of the cup, which also broke the quiet atmosphere, "It's really talented." ”

"yes, what a word!"

"Good words,

(Tianjin)