Bi Ningshuai was sitting at a street stall not far from the imperial city, drinking porridge. This was the best location. The porridge was very hot and had a light fragrance.
He had already drank the seventh bowl, and put down the seventh empty bowl. His stomach was already full, and he burped. Then he looked towards the direction of the imperial city, as if he was waiting for someone.
"He will not be discovered by the strong men of the royal family. He must have died in the imperial palace." The turtle was lying on the table, his belly was very full. He also drank three large bowls of porridge and could not move at this moment. Move it and it will swell like a rubber ball.
The porridge this old man sells is really delicious.
"Tch, he could die so easily. I think he passed out drunk in Wenrou Township, and he is still lying on Emperor Jin's bed unable to get up. Old man, have another bowl."
Bi Ningshuai really couldn't eat, so he loosened his belt and felt that he still had some energy left, so he asked for another bowl.
"Here it comes, it's hot and tender. It's worth a copper coin a bowl." An old man in tattered robes held a bowl of hot porridge and happily placed it in front of Bi Ningshuai. The face was dark and full of pot smoke. His face was densely wrinkled, and he looked honest and humble, saying, "Sir, please take it easy."
Mao Wugui also looked in the direction of the gate of the imperial city and sighed, "Wenwen Township is the Tomb of Heroes."
"Guest Turtle, you can't say that. It's gentle and fragrant, fragrant and cheap. It can be called a hero's soup. One copper coin is a bowl. It's the only one of its kind. It's a genuine benefit..." said the old Taoist.
"Nima, Mr. Turtle, what I'm talking about is Wenwen Township, and it's none of your business." Maowugui turned somersaults and stood up, pointing at the old man's nose and scolding him.
"That's right, it's gentle and fragrant." The old Taoist said seriously.
Bi Ningshuai was blackmailed by Feng Feiyun last night and lost all his belongings. He was already very angry. Now this old man was chattering in his ears again. His heart was filled with will-o'-the-wisps. He slapped the table and stood up, saying: "Fuck, Mother-in-law, mother-in-law, it’s not over yet.”
"Hey, how can you yell at an old man? The world has really changed. People who drink porridge are yelling at people who buy porridge. Is there any justice?" The old Taoist hammered his head and stamped his feet, lamenting.
Bi Ningshuai didn't want to shout about whether it was justified or not.
At this moment, Lao Dao yelled out first, and all the anger in his body came out. He picked up an empty bowl on the table and smashed it on Lao Dao's head, making a "bang, bang" sound on Lao Tao's head. .
"The law of heaven, right? Let me tell you what the law of heaven is." Bi Ningshuai linked his arms and held an empty bowl, beating the old man until he squatted on the ground, and then ran away with his head in his arms.
"Your uncle, Mr. Turtle, I am also very angry. I have long wanted to ask what is going on in this world and where is the law of heaven." Mao Wugui also got emotional, raised an empty bowl and smashed it on the old Taoist's head to vent his inner worries. Thousands of years of resentment.
The old Taoist finally hid under the stove, holding his head with his hands, his hair messy, and kept howling and begging for mercy. Mao Wugui and Bi Ningshuai beat him until they were covered in sweat. They really had no strength, so they stopped.
"This broken bowl is really strong."
Bin Ningshuai looked at the bowl on his finger and sighed. It was not broken yet.
"This old guy has a stronger head."
Mao Wugui was also sweating profusely. He stared at the old man with a stern look, and then climbed back to the table in a swaggering manner.
Bi Ningshuai sat back at the table and started to drink the eighth bowl of porridge. His eyes were still staring in the direction of the imperial city from time to time. It was not until three o'clock in the morning that he saw Feng Feiyun's clothes were messy and his hair was draped over his shoulders. He rubbed his groggy eyes, his face still looked a little tired and springy, like the prostitute who had just walked out of the brothel.
"This way." Bi Ningshuai called.
Feng Feiyun naturally discovered Bi Ningshuai and Mao Wugui a long time ago. While tying his belt, he walked over and sat on the other side of the table. He said with a smile: "Good morning, you two. How was your harvest last night?"
Bi Ningshuai smiled and said: "I think you gained quite a lot. How many rounds did you fight last night?"
"No matter what, I'm doing business." Feng Feiyun began to tie up his loose hair, and soon he became outstanding and handsome, with a pair of reddish eyes with a holy and seductive charm.
"Then why do I smell a woman's fragrance on you? Don't move, don't move..." Bi Ningshuai twisted a long hair on Feng Feiyun's pants between her legs. Breathing the faint fragrance, he took a deep breath, swallowed hard, and said, "Okay, I had a lot of fun last night."
Mao Wugui showed a solemn expression and said to himself: "It's strange, how come there are hairs on the pants? Could it be..."
"Bang."
Feng Feiyun directly slapped the thatch turtle away and rolled to the opposite side of the long street like a ball.
After seeing what happened to Mao Wugui, Bi Ningshuai immediately put his hair back and sat upright and said: "There is not a single spiritual stone in the dynasty's treasury, and even spiritual weapons and elixirs are extremely rare. It's really It’s strange, maybe someone took action before us.”
Feng Feiyun put away the hair without leaving any trace, as if he had never remembered this incident, and said: "This is what I expected."
"You expected it. Then you asked us to steal the dynasty's treasury. Do you know how dangerous it is?" Bin Ning said handsomely.
Feng Feiyun shook his head and said: "It was only after I met Long Luofu and heard something that I guessed that the dynasty's treasury was empty."
"What's the matter?" Bi Ningshuai instinctively felt that this matter must be no small matter.
"It's hot, tender and fragrant. Please have a bowl, sir. It's one copper coin a bowl. It's very cheap." The old Taoist walked over with a bowl of hot porridge as if nothing happened. He smiled enthusiastically, as if he had just returned from the hospital. It's just like other people who were beaten until they cried for father and mother.
Feng Feiyun didn't even look at the old man, so he took the hot porridge and took a sip, feeling that it tasted very fragrant.
Bi Ningshuai asked again: "What on earth is going on?"
"The eight fortresses of the Zhonghuang Palace have been breached. Twenty-three armies are marching straight towards the divine capital. They will arrive at the city in ten days at the latest. The royal family has reached a moment of life and death. All resources must have been taken out now. We have to fight to the death in the city of God." Feng Feiyun said.
This was definitely explosive news, and Bi Ningshuai was stunned. The hot porridge in his mouth poured out and fell into the bowl.
After hearing the news, the old Taoist standing by the stove was slightly shocked, and then let out a long sigh.
The turtle finally crawled back, panting, and said with an indescribable seriousness in his eyes: "I finally figured it out. That hair is probably an alien. I have seen a lot in my life, and I know that there are some aliens." It looks like hair. It sticks to men's pants and sucks the man's yang energy. Feng Feiyun quickly takes out the hair and lets me take a look. I have a good way of dealing with aliens and will make sure to reveal their true colors. ."
Feng Feiyun slapped his forehead and let out a long sigh. Why did he meet such a strange turtle? If it hadn't been for the fact that it spoke so clearly and so powerfully, it seemed that he really didn't understand. Feng Feiyun might have slapped it again. flew out.
At this moment, Bi Ningshuai suddenly felt dizzy, and then he fell to the ground with a "bang". At the same time, Mao Turtle also fell to the ground with his belly up.
Feng Feiyun instinctively realized that something was wrong, and felt that his body was getting weaker and weaker. He quickly circulated the Golden Silkworm Buddha Qi to force out the strange fragrance in his body, but at this moment, a voice came from behind him. There was a sharp sound of breaking wind, and a large iron pot hit the back of his head, erupting with a loud sound like thunder.
Feng Feiyun's body shook and he wanted to stand up. "Bang." Another loud noise came from the back of his head. He couldn't hold on anymore. His vision went dark and he fell top-heavy to the ground. Before he fainted, , as if he saw a familiar face of an old man smiling honestly before his eyes.
When Feng Feiyun woke up, he found that he was still lying in the soup shed. He rubbed his painful head, opened his eyes hard, and recalled the face he saw before he fainted. , and cursed: "Old stick, if you are caught by me, I will give you two hard blows on the head."
That old man was none other than the old man who sold "Nine Thousand Years Old Snow Ginseng Pu'er Soup" to Feng Feiyun and Ye Dao's "Tianhua Ice Lotus Relief Porridge".
At this moment, Feng Feiyun heard a miserable howl, and saw a naked man hanging above the gate of the imperial city not far away, struggling incessantly, whining from his mouth. With a sobbing voice, many monks and guards stood below, all watching this rare sight in hundreds of years.
The naked man's limbs were trembling wildly, and many of the monks below were commenting and watching, and there were constant bursts of laughter.
There was a turtle hanging next to the naked man. The turtle's tail was wrapped with iron chains, and it was dumped. It was like dried bacon on the beams, floating in the wind, and its whole body was charred and exuded. It smells like meat, and it's obvious that it has been roasted, but I don't know if it's cooked yet.
Feng Feiyun's heart was also trembling, knowing that this time the somersault was very thorough, and the other party did not want to kill them, otherwise they would be dead by now.
It seems that there are quite a lot of talented people in the Shenjin Dynasty, so they should not be underestimated.
Feng Feiyun's body moved and turned into a cold wind.
The cold wind blew over the gate of the imperial city, and Bi Ningshuai and Mao Wugui disappeared.
Not long after, outside the capital city, by the Jin River.
Bi Ningshuai cried out that his father and mother wanted to commit suicide by drowning in the river. He felt that he had completely lost his face today and had no face to see his fellow villagers again.
The thatched turtle also shouted that he would commit suicide, crying like a tearful turtle, but he jumped into the river several times without dying, and finally gave up, lying next to the water plants, dejected, as if he no longer had the courage to survive. .
"Who told you to bully the old man for nothing? This is what you will end up with." Feng Feiyun stood aside and gloated. Suddenly his face changed wildly. He touched the spirit stone and cursed loudly, "Damn old stick."
"What's wrong."
Bi Ningshuai had already jumped into the river, but after hearing Feng Feiyun's scolding, he swam back naked out of curiosity, thinking that Feng Feiyun might jump into the river with him, so he should wait for him.
"All the spiritual stones are gone."
Feng Feiyun really had the urge to jump into the river at this moment.
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In the last chapter, someone told me that "Long Luofu" was written as "Longze Luofu", but it has been changed. Oh, it has nothing to do with "Longze Lola", it really doesn't matter.