Red Heart Survey

"Good thief!"

Wei Quji's face was so gloomy that he could almost drip water.

Almost right under his nose, the unknown enemy sacrificed the life of Xiaolin Town, and then consumed the unscattered souls of the entire Fenglin city area that should have rested in peace in the past, and condensed the phantom of the ghost gate in one fell swoop. In the end, he escaped calmly in front of him.

And he, Wei Quji, a fifth-rank master, tried his best to rush here, but he couldn't even eat a fart!

As the city lord, he failed his duty. As a strong man, he was beaten in the face.

When had he ever suffered such humiliation?

so……

"waste!"

Wei Quji slapped Wei Yan with his backhand, sending Wei Yan flying several meters away!

There were dozens of people present, but no one dared to make a sound. Although almost every one of them is unhappy.

Even Wei Yan himself just got up silently without saying a word.

Of course he has enough reasons to justify and enough reasons to be angry. Before the fog, he went forward bravely. Facing the Jiugong Formation, he broke it first. Seeing that the gate of hell was closed, he was willing to take the risk and immediately burned the only red letter on his body.

It can be said that from any point of view, he has done the best at this stage and is beyond reproach.

But success is success, and failure is failure. The army doesn't talk about what's there or what's not.

Wei Quji gave him permission to go to the Daoist Academy to organize people to investigate Xiaolin Town, but failed to stop the incident from happening, which is dereliction of duty.

Wei Quji could even kill him on the spot.

But what's the point?

Wei Quji came aggressively, and then left angrily.

Some young people carried the wounded on their backs, some supported each other, and some carried corpses on their backs. It just went away.

These young disciples of the monastery have just experienced a arduous battle with heavy casualties,

A very difficult battle that ultimately proved useless.

From the beginning to the end, they didn't even know who the opponent was, but the opponent had already completed the goal and walked away.

They are called - waste.

...

"Damn it... I'm not convinced."

Du Yehu lay sprawled on the bed in the dormitory, like an iron tower lying down.

He didn't have any serious injuries, and the foundation of the wear and tear has been made up by the Guyuan Dan sent by Zhao Rucheng, but he just needs a period of rest.

Gu Yuan Pill is indeed a precious thing, but there is nothing unacceptable. It just happened that Du Yehu needed it, and Zhao Rucheng happened to have it, so that's it. They are existences that can entrust each other with their lives, let alone others.

But the battle in Xiaolin Town, to be honest, was a blow to every Taoist disciple who participated. Powerlessness is arguably the worst thing that can happen to anyone with an aspiration to greatness and a desire to be powerful.

Perhaps only Zhao Rucheng is an exception. He has already gone to Sanfen Xianglou to "rehabilitate his injuries", and it is said that he wants to win the hearts of beauties in one fell swoop with the status of a warrior who survived a near death.

Du Yehu is not a person who can lie down, but at this moment he can only lie down. No one would condone him even if he wanted to drink. So rare, a little melancholy.

Ling He didn't speak, he closed his eyes and was practicing.

As for Jiang Wang... He is eating at the moment, with Jiang Anan.

Caiji Mutton Shop is a century-old brand.

Two bowls of fragrant mutton soup, ten catties of neatly sliced ​​white-cut mutton.

Jiang An'an was holding a steamed bun in his left hand, and chopsticks in his right hand...the chopsticks were holding mutton. The reason why she uses the word "catch" is because her posture of holding the chopsticks is indeed different-probably because no one has corrected it before-the five fingers are rounded, and she is holding the chopsticks.

Having lived with Jiang Wang for a long time, he is not as shy and introverted as he was at first.

She took a bite to the left and a bite to the right. While eating, from time to time, he lowered his head and leaned in front of him, taking a sip of the broth. There are two pear dimples on the face, very satisfied.

Caiji mutton shop is not cheap, Jiang Wang himself might not be willing to come here to eat.

In the mission of Xiaolin Town, although Wei Yan had suffered the loss himself, he still won 20 points of meritorious service for each of them, and of course there were some silver subsidies as well. For practitioners, this is the least important thing. But for Jiang An'an, it's very important to eat delicious food.

"Do you like it?" Jiang Wang asked with a smile.

"Mmmmmm!" Xiao Anan nodded vigorously.

"In the future, we will..." Jiang Wang silently calculated his savings, "No, we can eat once every ten days, okay?"

Jiang Anan continued to nod.

She talked to her brother sometimes—most of them just nodded or shook her head instead of answering. Her little hands were not idle. While nodding, she grabbed a piece of mutton and rolled it carefully in the dipping sauce. Make a circle, and then wrap it in one mouthful.

"An'an, how is your homework doing recently?" Probably when chatting with children, all adults will finally put the topic on this point. Jiang Wang feels that he is an adult, so he speaks very naturally. Although he is only a seventeen-year-old boy.

Jiang Anan paused for a while while eating meat, her small mouth was bulging, and she finally managed to say, "It's okay, it's okay."

Jiang Wang nodded in satisfaction.

He looked at his sister with a slow-flowing, blissful peace in his heart. The hardships of those battles, the sadness of seeing the deaths and injuries of the seniors, the sense of powerlessness of not being able to stop things from happening... all seemed to have faded away.

Of course some things are very sad, but the present, the life in front of me, is so happy.

Makes one want to keep it forever.

...

Walking in the Wang clan's land, and greeting the clansmen who greeted him from time to time, Wang Changxiang was calm and peaceful, the same as always. Even the most picky clansman can't say a word about him.

The three surnames Zhang, Fang, and Wang in Fenglin City are all about the same in strength, so it is difficult to distinguish between them, but because Zhang Linchuan ranks third on the Dao Honor List, the Zhang family is faintly ahead of the rest. Wang's Wang Changxiang ranks seventh on the list of honors, so he is not much behind.

Only the Fang family, the genius of the previous class died in a trial, and the best Fang Pengju of this year was killed, and now there is only one Fang Heling left, barely ranked among the inner sect with the Kaimai Pill obtained with a lot of money. But in the minds of discerning people, the Fang family has been left behind by the other two.

If these things are not mentioned, Wang Changxiang has always been unwilling to get involved in mundane affairs. Although his wisdom is enough to see through the dirty greed behind those enthusiasm, but he is always calm.

The road is getting more and more sideways.

He finally stopped in front of a semi-old courtyard, this is a remote corner of the Wang clan, almost no one lived nearby, and the owner of the courtyard was like a solitary bird living alone.

Wang Changxiang stretched out his hand to push the door, and the wooden door creaked harshly, disturbing the tranquility of the courtyard.

Unlike the mottled and half-old exterior walls, the yard is unexpectedly neat and delicate. On the left, a grape vine was erected high, and on the vine trellis was a deck chair that had been rubbed smooth. There was no one on the deck chair, but a fat orange cat was lying on it.

It wasn't startled when people came, it only half-opened its sleepy eyes and glanced weakly.

"Xiaoju." Wang Changxiang greeted the voice.

The fat orange cat turned his head and narrowed his eyes again, showing disdain.

Wang Changxiang was not annoyed, and continued to walk forward. There was a large water tank in front of the right, with lotus leaves floating in the water tank. You can still see bubbles from time to time, it should be raising fish.

At this moment, his footsteps stopped because he smelled the fragrance of rice.

Almost at the same time, Xiaoju on the recliner also quickly got up and looked back, the movement was done in one go.

In front of the main entrance of the lobby, under the eaves, there is a low table. At this time, a young man was walking out from behind the door, and the aroma came from the food plate he held in his hand.

His face can't be called handsome, let alone ugly, but it just inexplicably gives people a "distant" feeling. Probably because of those too plain eyes.

The detached young man squatted down and arranged the food in the plate on the low table one by one. Those were two bowls of snow-white and plump rice, two plates of green vegetables that were dripping with green color, and two plates of stewed glutinous and soft pig's trotters.

The man sat down on the threshold, took out his chopsticks, paused on the table with the ends of his chopsticks, and said, "Eat."

Wang Changxiang didn't move because he knew it wasn't calling him, even though he really wanted to go over and have this meal together.

With a sound of "whoosh", the orange cat rushed to the low table at a speed that did not conform to its size. Have a meal.

Wang Changxiang opened his mouth: "Brother."

Probably only a few people remember it. Wang Changxiang's current pride, Wang Changxiang, also has an older brother.

In fact, he is the eldest son of the Wang family lineage, the most reasonable patriarchal heir in terms of patriarchal clan.

But on the contrary, he was also a useless person who wasted a precious pulse-opening pill and couldn't manifest the Dao vein. The Wang family was ridiculed, and the other two surnames were lowered for no reason.

Disgrace to the Wang clan, Wang Changji.