Seeing that his grandson was happy because of death, Zhang Xiangang twitched his mouth and said in anger: "The Emperor Wuliang Heavenly Lord.

If others encounter a disaster of swords and weapons, you are gloating. How can you be as compassionate as a Taoist disciple?

Since I came back early this year, I will complete my ‘homework’ earlier to avoid slacking off.”

Hearing this, Zhang Chujiu's smile suddenly turned into a bitter face, and he muttered dissatisfiedly, "I'm not gloating because others are suffering from war.

But because the "black boss" has suffered retribution and can be used by us, I will come back to tell you, and I want you to be happy, too.

You are simply wronged...", but you didn't dare to shirk it, and followed my grandfather honestly into the main hall.

The house is not small, but it is empty and there are only three pieces of house.

One is an ordinary wooden bed;

The third is Zhang Xiaoxiao square table;

Third, only three animal feet are cast as support, and the body of the tripod is carved with countless small strange beasts in the mountains and seas, and looks extremely ancient.

Charcoal burned under the tripod, burning the copper tripod into a dark red color, causing the heat in the house to rise like an oven.

Being in the heat wave, Zhang Chujiu quickly became sweating profusely, sighed, walked to the wooden bed spontaneously, took off his clothes and lay down on it.

Zhang Xiangang, who had not sweated all over his body, picked up a porcelain bowl from the square table beside the bed and walked to the copper cauldron. As if he couldn't feel the heat, he gently lifted the copper cauldron lid with his hand, leaned in, and used the porcelain bowl in his hand to dig out half a bowl of boiling red water from the belly of the cauldron.

Then he came to his grandson's side, placed the porcelain bowl on the wooden table on his right hand, took out a steel needle from the table, dipped it in the red water in the bowl, and stabbed it at Zhang Chujiu's body.

The red water in the porcelain bowl was tempered by ancient strange formulas. It flowed into the human body along the steel needle, like sulfuric acid, causing pain that ordinary people could not imagine. Zhang Chujiu's muscles trembled constantly.

But Zhang Chujiu is strange in nature and is frowning before he suffers. After suffering, he seems calm and composed. Although his mouth is so painful that it is crooked, he still trembles and said to his grandfather: "I recently read a post online, saying that ancient times, ancient brave generals used pigeon blood patterns and tattoos, which usually cannot be displayed.

Once the battle is about to fight, my blood and energy will surge, and bright red patterns will appear on my body. It is the same as my tattoo.

After hearing this, Zhang Xiangang said disdainfully: "This 'red medicine' is made by my collection of hundreds of strange things and following the five elements of life and restraint. It is not comparable to pigeon blood.

When you successfully practice the first level of the "Big Yin and Yang Five Elements Derivation Method" and gather the power of the five elements, you will know the mystery.

But it is more useful than the blessing of the mythical civilization totem now, the magic pattern structure is ten thousand times more useful."

Zhang Huansheng had long been used to listening to his grandfather's big words, and he twitched and smiled, and stopped making a sound.

After an hour and a half, he finally suffered the pain of the steel needle stinging the body, and he could no longer sweat. He struggled to walk out of the main hall, turned on the tap water tap in the yard, and poured a lot of cold water into his stomach before he recovered.

Feeling a little more comfortable, Zhang Chujiu directly held the tap water in his hand and poured it on himself. While grinning, he grinned and chatted to his grandfather who started cooking in the yard: "You are burning this copper tripod 24 hours a day, so be careful of fires.

If our family hadn't opened a temple or sold wreaths, and they wouldn't even want to come for tax collectors, they would have reported it to the fire brigade..."

Zhang Xiangang, who was standing beside him, said impatiently: "Wuliang Tianzun, don't talk here. After taking a shower, go to the hospital to see if the black boss who was bleeding inside you are dead? Don't miss the matter.

I counted that you had enough accumulation of "establishing a foundation". If you add this dead ghost, Xu Chenggong is right in front of you."

"Really?" Zhang Chujiu's eyes lit up when he heard this and asked in surprise.

Zhang Xiangang did not stop answering, but waved his hands and cut vegetables on the open-air chopping board in the yard.

Zhang Chujiu took the opportunity to say, "Then I won't come back to eat." Then, without waiting for my grandfather to answer, he rushed back to the side room where he lived, changed into a clean-washed vest and shorts, took a fifty yuan note from the drawer, and ran out of the ancestral temple.

The sky was already dark by this time, and the hot temperature finally dissipated a little.

Zhang Chujiu walked out of the government and only 6 or 7 street lights were planted. The light was still bright and the yellow street seemed dim. Inadvertently, he looked up and saw a spaceship shaped like a Western dragon in the distance. He slowly drifted across the night sky and kept rising. He couldn't help but murmured with a little fascination: "Is the interstellar company an armed cargo ship transporting supplies from the virtual world outside the city?

Tsk tsk tsk… This ship earns enough money for me to spend ten lifetimes.” He stood at the entrance of the alley until he watched the spaceship disappear into the sky, and then he retracted his eyes.

It was the meal time, and the night market stalls across the street were filled with smoke, the hot pan stirred and the aroma blew across the road. When Zhang Chujiu smelled the food, he swallowed and sniffed, and strode across the road along the zebra crossing.

He often eats outside and has his own familiar stall. Soon he comes to a greasy plastic stand with the placard that says "Ding's firewood, hot stir-fry, barbecue food."

The boss of this partner is a fat, fat man with big ears and black face. He is not very old, only in his twenties. He is shirtless, hanging a towel around his neck, guarding his mouth, thinking about the iron pot, and stir-frying green pepper chicken.

During the stir-frying period, the boiling oil in the pot hits the stove and the flames rise. After only a few seconds, a fragrant spicy chicken diced rice will be freshly released.

He neatly put the hot fried plate on the plate. The black-faced fat man wiped his face with a towel, raised his head and took a breath. When he saw the old guest coming, he immediately greeted Zhang Chujiu enthusiastically: "Chujiu is here, Datian and Tengfei have just left. It sounds like he is going to Xinxing's game hall.

You can go to find them after you finish eating, it's still time."

"Brother Ding, I'm not as lucky as those two melon girls. I have to stay in the hospital tonight." Zhang Chujiu said casually with a smile.

The fat man with black face knew what Zhang Chujiu family was doing. He heard this and widened his eyes and said curiously: "Why, there was a major accident in the county, but I didn't hear the ambulance ringing tightly."

"It's not that there was a big accident," Zhang Chujiu shook his head like a rattle and said, "It's because I don't have enough pocket money, I want to take a private job without telling it."

The fat man with black face knew that Zhang Chujiu's family earned money. Hearing this, he looked at the little boy with his mouth and said for a long time, "You are really capable and have a promising future."

Zhang Chujiu laughed and said, "Thank you for your praise, Er Ding Ge.
Chapter completed!