Soaring the Heavens

Seeing that it was out of control, Zhang Shucheng shouted: "Stop!"

Quickly walked to the middle of the two rounds, and pushed Mo Shengtu away from the boss's side. At the same time, he reached out and pressed the gun head in Miao Yi's hand. "It's all his own, don't mistake the business for something small."

Turning back and laughing at the boss, "The boss is angry, nothing else, just want to borrow your cookware and cook some tea."

The proprietress said indifferently: "Which little things can be done with the troubled hands, the cook, help a few darts to burn some hot tea."

"Hey!" The cook should have heard the sound. Who knows that Zhang Shucheng reached out and stopped. "My brothers have been offended, and the rewards are too late. How dare you bother?" He said that he would push Mo Shengtu, "not to fetch water." ""

Mo Shengtu pressed the shadow of his face, his eyes flashed in a stern color, and he took the bucket on the floor and walked to the outside of the stormy temple.

Zhang Shucheng took the pot and pulled it back together with Miao Yi. The pot was on the fire.

The proprietress noticed the strangeness in Mo Shengtu's eyes, and then revealed a look of the passengers who used to see the wind and waves. It seemed that they didn't feel relieved about the incident. They stretched a flattering waist and laughed at several people: "People clean up Clean up and go to bed early! I have to hurry tomorrow morning."

Inadvertently squinting at the cook, Liu Mei picked it up, and the cook would know how to lick his eyelids.

A few people should start, and immediately began to pack things, but the cook took off the clothes that he had just drunk when he went out to wash the dishes, and went to the back of the church to wring the water.

The proprietress writhed the soft waist and lay down on the camphor. The picture was very attractive. Even Zhang Shucheng couldn’t help but stare at it. Unfortunately, Confucianism immediately put the pink gauze in the past. It covers the spring of the monks, but adds a bit of delusion.

Outside the temple, the wind and the wind swayed. Next to the ancient well in the middle of the two ancient plaques, Mo Shengtu played a bucket of water. After looking at it, he quickly took out a small porcelain bottle from the sleeve and opened it, pouring out the white powder into the bucket. The small porcelain bottle was put away, and a red pill was taken into the mouth, and then a bucket of water was hurried back.

On the roof of the main hall, the cook did not know when the wind and rain appeared on it, and after Mo Shengtu’s actions were taken into the eye, he quickly left.

Mo Shengtu returned to the hall and added the water from the bucket to the iron pan. The bottom of the wok was burnt red, and the cold water pot made a loud noise.

The cook also returned to the hall, picked up the dishes on the ground, and pinched the ashes on the ground. When they turned to Miao Yi, they turned to the bowl and showed the ashes in the bowl. Mo Shengtu’s move just outside.

The eyes of other people turned to the incense couch intently or unintentionally, and the boss in the gauze just turned around lazily, seemingly inadvertently waved.

A few people will take the lead and continue to pack their own.

The wind and rain outside the temple, the ancient plaque in the yard screamed in the rain.

The hall is quiet and swaying under the blazing fire. The tall Buddha statues sitting in the lotus platform are bright and dark. The large and small damaged Luohan or Bodhisattva on both sides are strange and strange. The projection on the wall is suddenly long and short. Demon and ghosts are unpredictable.

The sizzling boiled in boiling water rang in the iron pot on the fire shelf. Mo Sheng figure took out a jar from the bag, opened and grabbed the tea, and sprinkled it into the boiling iron pot.

Zhang Shucheng also quietly incorporated a red pill into his mouth.

After a while, a fragrant tea fragrance floated from the iron pot, Zhang Shucheng removed the fire from the fire below, kept the fire with a small fire, and took three bowls of hot tea.

At this moment, the cook and Confucian over there took a bowl and ran over. The Confucian bowed and asked, "Can you discuss a cup of hot tea?"

Zhang Shucheng and Mo Shengtu look at each other. The former smiles and reaches for the tea pot. "You are welcome, even though!"

"Thank you!" The two men thanked each other.

The cook inadvertently stood in front of Miao Yi and took tea.

Miao Yi’s gaze fell on his back, and the kitchen had not dried up on the back clothes. He even wrote five words in charcoal: there is something in the tea!

Miao Yi slightly raised her eyebrows, looked at the tea pot on the fire, picked up the silver gun on the side, picked up the corner of the clothes and slowly wiped the gun head, rubbing very hard.

Thanks to a bowl of hot tea chefs and Confucian scholars, when the two turned around, Confucianism seemed to inadvertently block the back of the cook.

The two people had a very hot tea, and they ran back and forth quickly. Who knows that they just returned to their fires and they accidentally bumped into each other.

Oh! Two bowls of porcelain bowls filled with hot tea broke the ground.

The two men who missed each other looked at each other, and Miao Yi, who was wiping the gun, glanced.

Zhang Shucheng here laughed: "There is half a pot of tea, and the three of me can't finish it. I want to drink it, but I don't have to be polite."

Then I put two bowls of good tea into the hands of Mo Shengtu and pushed it lightly. "You just didn't right, you didn't go to the Miao Laozi to accompany you."

Mo Shengtu received the tea in his hands and walked to the side of Miao Yi. He squeezed a face and said sincerely: "Miao Laodi, I was just fascinated by my ghosts. I have to look at Haihan when I am offended. I drank this bowl of tea. Let's How did this matter come out!"

Miao Yi, who was wiping the gun, stood up and held the gun and looked at him quietly.

"I was wrong just now." Mo Shengtu sincerely said that a bowl of tea in his hand was sent to Miao Yi again~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Please accept him, it is really a sincere apology.

Miao Yi did not pick up. She looked at Zhang Shucheng and asked: "I have a wrong place just now. Isn’t Mo Da Ge too polite, how can I afford it?"

The establishment of Zhang Shu, who had a cup of tea on his hand, was quoted and made a middle man: "No matter who is right or wrong, everyone drank this bowl of tea, smiled and enemies, and never lost!"

"This is the case, then Miao Yi is respectful and desperate!" Miao Yi reached out and took the tea in the hands of Mo Shengtu, and said to the two people: "Drink!"

"With the drink!" The two smiled and nodded.

The three-person tea bowl touched each other, smiled at each other, and the end tea was put to the mouth, and he looked up and drank it.

The Confucian and the cook over there looked at each other, and the eyes were full of doubts. It seems that he did not see the prompt just now.

Who knows that the mutation is in an instant, let the Confucian and the cook instantly open their eyes!

Hey!

Taking advantage of Mo Shengtu and Zhang Shucheng's tea bowl to block the face, Miao Yi's silver-lighted gun head flashed without it, and it was inserted into the heart of Mo Shengtu with lightning speed.

Not waiting for Mo Shengtu to make a scream, Zhang Shucheng, who was behind his blood and angered his head.

I noticed that the wrong Zhang Shucheng flashed quickly, but it was already late.

An arm flew away from the body in an instant, and the **** gun head swept into his armpit.

Fortunately, he was the second to be poisoned, and there was a reaction time, otherwise the whole person had to be cut off by the chest.