As soon as the sun set, Zhao Chengcheng rushed to the hospital, and Qiye was pounding medicine with a gloomy head.

There were people lying in the hospital.

Heng Gong and Tingque were the most seriously injured.

Paralyzed on the ground without panting.

"What's going on, how did you fight." She went back to have a meal, and something happened.

Wan Li also swept the people hanging the colors on the ground suspiciously: "How do you do it with your own people." ”

"It's all them, and if it weren't for them, we wouldn't have endless work." The little junior brother wiped off the nosebleed, he was the least injured, and he could still take care of other people, and his mouth was even more barried, and he complained: "If they didn't come out to make trouble, how could we be implicated, and now the queen wants us to open up the wasteland for the people of the new village, and we are not allowed to go back until we finish it." ”

The young ones were all open-mouthed, and thought of what to say: "Madam, we really know that we are wrong, can you talk to the queen, don't let us go to the wasteland, woo woo." The baby-faced young man cried in front of Zhao Chengcheng.

The woman who was a mother cried so much that her heart softened, and she couldn't indulge these people who looked at her tender faces, in fact, a lot of people: "What's in the wasteland, the common people are not starting from scratch, you can experience it." ”

"I can't stand this little bit of suffering, what does it look like to cry my father and call my mother, are you making our sect laughed at." Compared with Zhao Chengcheng's kind words and persuasion, Yun Li, who felt embarrassed, didn't have such a good tone, and straightened his face directly: "Fighting with the same door is the first crime, and refusing to accept the punishment is the second crime, and the two crimes are punished together, and it is light for you to go to the wasteland." His reprimand voice was not high, but his words were very heavy, and the twelve disciples were pressed against their heads.

Wan Li pointed at them angrily: "I don't know how Xianzun teaches disciples on weekdays, these two lustful, you are afraid of hardship and tiredness, are you blessed to recruit you into the sect, you are not tired of subduing demons and eliminating demons, why can't you bear the pain of farming." ”

"Okay, okay, they just don't eat grains and don't know that grains are hard, so they just go to help." Zhao Chengcheng saw that Wan Li was dressed in black, so he had no choice but to sing white-faced, no way, the men's and women's doubles estimated that twelve people wiped their necks in anger: "Okay, okay, hurry up and heal, I'll take you to eat delicious food, and when you're full, you'll work." ”

"We don't have to eat." The little junior brother muttered.

"Then taste it, and rest it."

Coated with gold sore medicine, Qiye took the healing pill again, Zhao Chengcheng led ten people to the teahouse, and the teahouse was also open at night, which was originally not open, but a tube said that it was open to make money, not everyone likes to sit on the street and eat, many guests want to be in a quiet place, and send people to the stall to buy something to eat.

The private room was full, and ten people sat in the lobby on the first floor to share tables.

The old lady was also listening to the book, and when she saw ten young people sitting down, she grabbed a tube: "Their accounts will be recorded with me tonight, in the end, they are here to help, and they can't make people chill." ”

"Taigong, the owner said she invited it."

"We don't just know the people who are greedy, so we just remember them with me, and don't tell your boss." The old lady insisted, and it was not easy to refuse, but he still had to say that these guys were the same people who were molesting Wutong.

Holding a grudge, although the owner avenged Wutong, he, as a husband, can't let the owner come to everything.

Yichuan walked to the seat where the ten people were sitting, lowered his voice and said to them: "Several, the old lady of Dongjie said that your account tonight is in his name, and you can eat as much as you want, and the people of Dongjie thank you for your help." ”

For a while, the faces of the disciples of the Tilting Guimen who were sitting there were ashamed, and they looked at the old man who was a few tables away, they were there to help, they were here to atone for their sins: "It's good that we give the money ourselves." ”

A tube immediately lowered his face: "People are eighty-eight this year, don't fight with the old people, you have to follow if you are not qualified, if you are really guilty, just don't eat so much." "They don't need to eat anyway.

Zhao Chengcheng and Wan Li sat aside, after all, they brought people here, the storyteller was replaced by an older gentleman, who did not speak as briskly as in the morning, nor as depressed and frustrated at noon, but it was very suitable for sitting and listening slowly at night.

The pace is slow.

The older gentleman likes to tell short stories about his parents the most, and today is Mr. Fang's first story, a talented and beautiful woman.

The routine plot, the beauty is a generation of heroines, and the talented man is a scholar who is rushing to take the exam.

The two of them hoeed all the way to help the weak, and tonight when it came to the gradual improvement of the relationship between the two, who knew that the Hou Ye who was passing by also fell in love with the chivalrous girl, and the prince was strong in martial arts, and he kidnapped the chivalrous girl into the house.

The scholar was wounded by the guards and was dying on the side of the road.

Everyone couldn't help but mutter: "Bullying is not a thing." ”

"People don't like him, why break up a lover."

Speaking of which, the old gentleman went down to drink water, and a little girl came up to stroke the piano, and the little apprentice wondered: "Why don't you say it." ”

"Rest, come back after two teas." She replied.

"But I'm not done yet." The little apprentice is half a child, and he is addicted to listening, after all, he talks about the atmosphere, if he looks at it alone, he will probably feel vulgar, but a group of people is energetic.

Zhao Chengcheng on the side directly said to the little apprentice: "You can buy a script and read it, oh, you don't need to buy it, there is a script on the counter, you can find it yourself." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the little apprentice got up in a hurry, rushed to the counter, and said to the tube: "The one that your owner said has a script, is the one that the old gentleman said just now." ”

A tube directly pulled out a book that had been wrinkled by someone: "Here, just take it back after reading it, don't get dirty." ”

The little apprentice didn't listen to the words at all, and the stalls outside sent roasted eggplants and various snacks to fill the table, and the nine apprentices began to eat a bite, and then they became secretly rushing to eat, and the chopsticks that were light on the surface were all out of the afterimage.

Zhao Chengcheng, who was already not interested in the picture of grabbing food, looked sideways at the little junior brother, his hands were stained with oil and even touched the pages of the book, my God, although it was a book printed by herself, she was also distressed: "Young man, can you not read books while eating, these books are usually very loving." "That's why it's wrinkled and not dirty.

The little apprentice bit the fried vegetables, and looked at Zhao Chengcheng with a catly face: "I'll be able to clean it up later." ”

"Okay, you cultivate immortals, I won't tell you." Zhao Chengcheng asked the others if they wanted to eat, and the others hesitated while looking at the plates that were gradually empty, and the garlic roasted eggplant was the first disc.

The salt-and-pepper river shrimp may have a prickly mouth and eat more slowly, with a few remaining lying on the plate.

No, the remnants of a pair of chopsticks passed by, like a goshawk hunting and swooping down, and it was gone.

Wan Li supported his forehead, and his own disciples couldn't resist the temptation, and so did the people of the Tilt Guimen.

Because I also like to eat, I don't have the face to talk about them.

Only fortunately that his daughter-in-law didn't have to pay for it, as soon as she finished thinking about it, Zhao Chengcheng let the old lady settle the account in a tube, and then asked him to ask the stall to call for supper again.

One tube said, "Isn't it just a taste, they don't need to eat when they practice." ”

"Don't be like this, the people who work, let them eat a few meals, it's nothing, how much can they eat." Zhao Chengcheng is really generous.

I didn't dare to agree with the tube, so I had to do it, and my daughter-in-law whispered: "Why do you invite them to eat, the punished people are not allowed to eat, and they are not allowed to drink water." ”

"They are just being implicated, don't be like this, it's been two days of tossing, and people are desperate if they don't have any sweetness." Zhao Chengcheng and Wan Li explained that people, there must be a hope, there is really no hope at all, it is really not good.

Just give them a little joy.

Zhao Chengcheng accompanied them to eat and drink until they went to the South Street to close the stall, and prepared two rooms for twelve people and one room for ten people in the side courtyard, and prepared a long bench, so that they could sit and meditate without sleeping.

As a result, the next day, a group of guys appeared on East Street with black circles under their eyes.

"You're going to be thieves in the middle of the night."

"No, the little junior brother has been scolding, and we can't sleep even after arguing." The senior brother rubbed his sour eyes, he was not as tired as last night when he got rid of the demon, the little junior brother forced him to read several chapters, and he also saw that the fire was coming: "Why are you writing like this, only half of it is written, and the little junior brother scratches his ears and cheeks after reading half of it." ”

"If only you told him it was fake."