Chapter 43: happy hour (1/2)
弟 Li Qingyang, Lu Yan and other disciples took the martial art mission and later went to Qingyang Village to start looking for targets to do the mission.
”Ironbone sect disciple?”
狗 ”Dog ... Jun Chang laughs at that stinky boy, when did he receive so many disciples?”
”Under the big banyan tree, a boy who looks like a big girl said that he was in charge of the head, and wrote a letter for us for Zhao Xiu.”
Villagers in Qingyang Village gathered at the entrance of the village to discuss.
Li Qingyang, who was sitting under a big tree, heard everyone describe herself as a big girl, and her heart was suddenly hurt.
In fact, he looks very sunny and very manly. The reason why he is regarded as a girl is because of his bright martial arts costumes.
Before long, a white-haired old man with a cane walked slowly.
青 Li Qingyang said: ”Grandma, do you want to write a letter?”
The white-haired old man said with a sideways ear, ”Wa'er, what did you just say?”
”I said, are you here to write a letter?” Li Qingyang's voice improved a lot.
The white-haired old lady still didn't hear her clearly. She shook her thin hand and pointed to her ear again, saying, ”I am too old to hear my ears.”
青 Li Qingyang was stubborn, so he had to write a pen on the paper and say ‘Are you here to write a letter’?
It happened that Xiao Xin, who was carrying two buckets of dung, came down the path, and when he saw the second brother showing paper to his old lady, he almost fell to the ground.
Li Qingyang heard the movement and looked over and said, ”Master, what's the matter with you?”
Xiao Xiao had forcibly held his body so that two buckets of feces would not fall, and collapsed, ”Brother, do you think she can read?”
青 Li Qingyang patted his head and said, ”Forget, most of the villagers in Qingyang Village are illiterate, and I can't read it even after I write it.”
Dan Tian shouted, ”You are here to write a letter?”
White-haired old man heard this time, but knocked on the cane and said, ”Waer, can't you keep quiet, my ears are almost deaf to you.”
”噗通.”
青 Li Qingyang was paralyzed directly on the table.
Uh ...
In a leaf-covered courtyard.
A pair of white-strength Lu Xun stood like a hibiscus in the water, and the tender little hands filled with a touch of spiritual power.
”brush!”
She raised her wrist gently.
However, the bamboo broom it holds can hardly withstand its strength and suddenly breaks.
Lu Lu said slightly, ”Why is it broken again?”
I looked at it, three bamboo broomsticks were broken under my feet, and it was miserable.
”Aunt ... girl ...” Wang Dazhen, who was hiding in the distance with a dustpan, said sincerely, ”You ... Are you here to sweep the floor, or to kill!”
”Humph.”
Lu Yan threw the broken broom on the ground, and said indignantly: ”Everyone said no, and the manager let me come.”
I'm in charge?
王 大婶 thought of Jun often smiling.
I yelled, ”Bastard boy, what do you mean?”
”Whoo!”
Suddenly, waves of air blew.
The king of kings hurriedly raised the dustpan, but still glanced, and saw the beautiful girl waving her hands in the air, and the leaves were stirred and gathered together.
”It works much better than a broom.”
Lu Lu cast a cold eye and said, ”Hey, where do you throw this garbage?”
”The door ... outside the door ...” Aunt Wang hurriedly pointed outside.
”brush!”
Lu Lu's steps were wrong, as if dancing, the tender white jade palms fluttered in the void, and the leaves gathered in a ball flew out of the wall.
”噗通.”
I was looking for Xiao Huang Su Xiaomo in the village. I just passed by from the outside and was hit by a large leaf and branch directly on my head.
”Hahaha!”
My disciple, who was doing the tasks separately, saw the brother's body covered with leaves, and he couldn't help laughing.
”Get off, get off!”
At this moment, Xiao Xin, who carried the dung, rushed down the uphill, because he couldn't control the flat load, two buckets of dung swung left and right, and a lot of dung sputtered on them.
”Haha!”
Su Xiaomo laughed loudly when she saw chicken dung on the faces of two younger brothers.
After reaching Pingpo, Xiao Guiji finally stabilized the two barrels of dung, and looked back in a rather embarrassing way: ”Brother, sorry ...”
”Whoo!”
Two disciples with dung on his face leaned over his eyes with flashing red light.
Xiao Xiao was guilty of guilt, and hurriedly pushed his shoulders away.