The Crazy Adventures of Wu Gate

Chapter 42

Opening his eyes the next morning, Lu Zizhen was gone again.

This person's deeds are really like a book written by Grandma Qiong Yao-"Hurry, Too Hurry".

Qing Qiao yawned, finished lazy, and went downstairs for breakfast.

Going around the corner, I suddenly heard that other cousins ​​and sisters were talking.

"... Escaped so soon?"

"Yeah, it's too fast, I can't catch up ..."

"... Can't you describe the specific situation when the man left?"

"Well, say it later and then faster, just listen to 嗖 ~~~, he disappeared ..."

The first stop of this recruit is Hunshui Village, not far from Qingshui Town.

The so-called neighbourhood is easy to handle, and the Xiling faction has not started to sip. In the early morning, a crowd of people crowded in front of the inn to inquire about registration.

Qing Qiao picked up a flower curled edge and looked around, two black grapes dripping around.

"... Annoying! Annoying!" Sister Sanshi walked away from the door, angrily towards her: "This bag chases my life, but actually asked me to sign up for a reception, aren't you saying it's a big deal?"

"Yeah?" Qing Qiao paused, and immediately understood, flattering with smile, "Who told you that you look so good?"

"Little girl, you have a smooth mouth!" Sister San Shi twisted her flesh, "But don't be too happy, Bao said that you have to follow along."

"Well? I'm a patient!" She yelled, jumping and jumping.

"What about the patient?" Sister Three patted the back of her hand. "You haven't vomited blood long ago?"

"... Woohoo, I'm going to sue him for abusing child labor!" Qing Qiao wailed, his expression grieving.

"How about child labor!" Sister Shi laughed. "Uncle Ruan has already picked eight gates at your age, and he became famous all over the world!"

"I and I can punch two doors!" Qing Qiao hummed, "Front and back doors!"

The sister smiled and was very charming: "Okay, don't twist it-Brother Bao has Uncle Nguyen backing up, complaining and returning to blame. The task he ordered is still to be completed."

Qing Qiao couldn't find any other excuses for laziness, so he whispered, "God play me!"

After having breakfast, the two wore representatives of the Xiling School—Wucai cabbage, and ran towards the examination room in a blue mood.

The examination room is located in front of a magnificent building in Hunshuizhuang. The light of the morning light is cast into the temple through a delicate angle, and the dust is gently undulating in the beam, which is gorgeous and elegant.

"Well, this building is so beautiful." Qing Qiao slaps. With her knowledge of ancient architecture about zero, it can only be said that this building looks like a temple in a scenic area in the distance, and Taoism in a scenic spot when it is near.

"——This is the most famous bookstore in Hunshuizhuang. It is covered by the local richest man, Malacca." The sister of the third division smiled slightly, with a smile on his face.

Qing Qiao nodded, expressing complete understanding-the image project, I didn't expect Sifeng's head to be quite face-saving.

After thinking about it, alas, the richest man is called Melaka?

Can't help pouting, I'm Honolulu too!

The two went upstairs to pick up the four treasures of the mansion, Qing Qiao looked downstairs, and couldn't help but babble-obediently, it seemed that most of the people in the muddy water village had arrived!

--you! That is to say, why did you step off the shoes of the boy in front! Yo, I kicked my ass!

--Hey! The one next to you, you say less, there are forty, how come you sign up! Also holding a little baby with a runny nose wearing open pants!

——Oh, I said that this young woman who still has the charm, do you come to register or a blind date? Why is there a golden fork all over my head, so that my eyes are going to spend, it really is a veritable flower branch!

"... So popular?" Qing Qiao tongued out.

In her eyes, the Xiling pie is also a vegetarian pie. Disciples have to grab it by themselves if they want to eat a glutinous rice. Will the fellow fathers and fathers have to squeeze the milk?

"... You don't know about it."

Brother Freckles who brought them up looked up and smiled calmly. "Of course there are people who want to be admitted to Xiling as disciples, but some of them come in the name of Xiling beauty."

"Xiling beauty?" Qing Qiao stretched his eyes.

"Uncle Nguyen, and the eighteen arhats you leave from the three halls, which is not a beautiful lady?" Brother Freckles glanced at the three sisters next to him, don't have deep meaning.

Sister No. 3 did not answer, but turned her head slightly.

The red halo stained her swan-like slender neck, and the watery eyes seemed to be coy. Looking at such a beautiful profile, Qing Qiao couldn't help but look, Sister Fairy!

At the moment, she realized, looking at the densely packed team downstairs, there was a surging passion of Mao Juju founding ceremony to review the people.

"——Lust ~~ Long live the people!" She took a sip of Hunanese and waved excitedly to the public downstairs.

A UFO struck, right in the back of her head.

"Ouch!" She bounced in pain and looked around her bag, "Who hit me ?!"

"Don't panic," Sister Sanshi quickly consoled, "may be accidental injury."

"——It's you!"

Brother Bao struck out an unknown corner, gritted his teeth and said, "What's the little girl calling here blindly? Long live a prostitute? Long live your own name?"

Qing Qiao then woke up to God-now she is in an old society and is under the feudal mountain. Long live is taboo.

"Woohoo, I'm wrong." She stretched out her sleeves and covered her face. "Brother Baozi spares his life!"

Just listen to biu ~~ A bigger UFO strikes, hitting her head—Dangdang!

"——Which is your steamed bun!"

Brother Bao squeezed three oranges in his hands, and his face turned into a hedgehog, turning into roast wheat.

"Okay, well." The sister of the third division couldn't help but pull Qing Qiao behind him, and at the same time changed the topic. "Brother Bao, why did Uncle Ruan not come?"

"Why would he come?" Brother Bao gave a stern glance at Qiao, peeling away the oranges and eating. "Uncle Ruan is the final examiner. Today is just a sea election. Why should he shock his old man?"

——I am, what about the old man, dog leg! The bureaucratic class that will only exploit the bottom labor!

Qing Qiao hid her nose behind her sister.

"It's the same." The third teacher sister Yingying smiled, then looked up at the sky, surprised, "Oh, it's not early! Little sister, let's hurry up!"

When she said that, she took her away.

With pen and ink, he came to the main hall of Dengshulou and found that other brothers had set up tables, chairs and umbrellas waiting for them.

"It's so sweet, but I'm still afraid of our tanning." Qing Qiao said with emotion.

"Of course, the master has made a lot of advice before leaving, so we must protect the trick from the three churches ~~~ card ~~"

Sister Sanshi learns Wang Tianshan's classic movements—three fingers stretched out on her cheeks, her eyes narrowed, her tone intoxicated.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

The next second, they turned their heads to the ground and retched, uh-

Formally started to work, but found that it was much easier than they thought. The steward said that they only needed to sit at the table.

The two were overjoyed and immediately ran to the shade under the umbrella.

The tea hadn't waited for the tea to boil, and I saw Uncle Guan holding a large piece of paper walking to their table without expression, pressing the platform, and turning and disappearing like a whirlwind.

Qing Qiao looked at it, and there were three big words on the paper-"Inquiry desk."

A long day started like this, two golden flowers with professional smiles, politely dealt with the strange "harassment" of the people of Hunshuizhuang.

— "Hey! What do you think of the Xiling faction ?! I was lined up by a poor boy, you don't care!"

—— "This elder brother is angry, we have recorded this matter, so we will report to our superiors and strive for an early resolution. Are you optimistic?"

— "Hey, beauties! What's your height and weight, can you listen to the report?"

— "This little man, ten cabbages are tall and twenty cabbages are heavy. Are you always satisfied with this answer?"

— "Girl! When will your hero Ruan come out to play?"

—— "This mother-in-law, the hero of this school, Ruan, is now in repose, and it is inconvenient for you to visit. Please come back someday ... oh, don't hurry, you forgot to take your crutch!

—— "Two girls! I have a carriage here. It is brand new and can be used free of charge for Xiling Pail goods ... Excuse me, can you quietly let me directly enter the second test?"

— "This elder brother is good, please take a look first, you are holding a bitch, okay?"

Of course, there are more white questions such as when the list is put on the pit and if you will come tomorrow.

"... why didn't they look at the instructions at the door of the temple first!"

After finally catching a breather, Qing Qiao rubbed his sore cheeks and complained.

"We need to be sympathetic to the people's mood and match their IQ."

The face of Sanshi ’s face is the standard forty-five degree mouth angle, and her smile is as usual.

"Sister, you are too strong, can you still laugh until now?" Qing Qiao admired the five-body casting, it has been three hours.

"Who said?" Sister Grin grinned and uttered a sentence from her teeth. "You haven't seen my mouth stiff, are you going to sit down and become a Maitreya?"

While chatting and laughing, Qing Qiao was suddenly attracted by one person.

Once in black, his figure was thin and straight, and the whole man was shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere.

But that doesn't matter! What matters is this person's face!

Qing Qiao has seen the word "sharpened face" in romance novels more than once, which is always thoughtless and incomprehensible. What should the knife-like face look like?

——Now, she finally saw this beautiful boy, his brother!

——This person, this person actually has a knife-shaped face!

She had no chance to see the knife-like face, but now she can see the knife-like face, she is also very excited, ah ah ah!

"Little sister! What are you doing?" The third teacher stretched out her hand before her eyes and looked surprised.

"Let ’s take a look ..." Qing Qiao looked back and smiled.

"This girl, you just stared straight at Zun Zuo ?!" Suddenly a red-faced big man jumped out and pointed at her, "She almost drooled! You, you are so disrespectful!"

Qing Qiao could not help but take a step back and look at the geek with his upper and lower eyes—a large, rounded nose, a developed pecs and biceps, oh, this is not a pop sailor poppy!

"... It's nothing." She smiled slightly and held up a plate on the table. "Heroes, I just want to ask, would you like some spinach?"

After a busy day, it is finally time to return to the inn to rest. Both Qing Qiao and the three sisters are tired and their mouths are dry and their hands are soft.

It was late, and the shadow of the candle in the hotel was dusk.

"... This is a cruel job that destroys the human body without forgetting the abuse of the heart!" Qing Qiao stayed in the third teacher's room, rubbing his face and drawing an indignation, "... If anyone wants to show respect for Brother Bao I said to her-dear, would you like to be a receptionist for Xiling to send recruits for a month? I don't want impulses to hurt you! "

The sister of the third division laughed, but accidentally affected the injured facial nerve, and had to cover her face and roll on the bed: "Oh, hey!"

Qing Qiao also laughed and rushed up, and two pretty girls of similar ages hurriedly made a ball.

"what--"

There was a sudden scream of screaming outside.

"That's bad!" Sister San Shi turned over and sat up, looking serious, "This is the voice of Nangong's hate!"

Qing Qiao was startled by the call that was comparable to a female ghost, and Han Mao was standing upright, smooth and distinct.

"... Difficult, is it possible that she was killed?" She limped to grab the sister's placket.

"Nothing!" Sister Sanshi deserved to be the chief female disciple from Santang. She grabbed the sword in one hand and carried her in one hand, and strode away with meteors. "——Let's go out and see!

Before waiting for Qiao Qiao to return to God, Sister Sanshi had taken her to the scene of the incident—in the garden behind the inn.

Wuyu Jade Lady is wearing a single coat, standing in the grass of the garden.

She is still so beautiful, exquisite, melancholy, and vulgar, like a wind that can't be grasped.

Her weak body shook slightly in the cold mist; her white jade feet were quietly immersed in a bright red water. what! Snow white and blood red, what a stark contrast, intoxicating aesthetics of violence ...

-Wait, wait!

--blood! !!

——The red water is blood! !! !!

Qing Qiao's mouth was as wide as a fist, and he looked at everything in horror.

Wonderful Jade Girl was shocked by their arrival, turned around blankly, her face blank.

Her movement brought out a **** scene behind her.

Lying on the ground were a man and a woman with two bodies, unconsciously or unintentionally, showing a "human" shape.

Strangely, the deceased's head was cut off with a knife, but they were staggered and placed on each other's body.

As a result, the feminine body in the skirt in front of him appeared as a male face, while the masculine body in the robe was a weird face of a woman's face.

Quietly all around, blood and water are pouring continuously along the broken neck ...

"Ah-" Gu Qingqiao reacted for the first time, and a scream comparable to that of a hateless jade erupted in his mouth.

She recognized the two corpses and saw them only around the corner of the inn this morning. The woman's surname was Li and she was the great sister of Zhensitang.

"Ahhhhhh!" She cried, seizing the clothes of Sister No. 3, incoherently: "Dead body dead body ... Li dead body!"

Before she could finish shouting, she was beaten to a temperature wall.

"——Don't be afraid, don't look."

The slightly magnetic unique voice is Ruan Siqiong.

Qing Qiao seemed to find the backing, and he flung forward recklessly, hugging the torso of his body tightly: "Uncle Shishi, save your life! Hannibal is here!"

Although Ruan Siqiong didn't know who Hannibal was, he calmly patted Qiao Qiao's back and calmed him, "It doesn't matter who comes, I'm here!"

After listening to this sentence, Qing Qiao suddenly felt relieved, and he collapsed and weeping with his head down.

In the dimness, I heard the shouts of people running, the noise of footsteps, the crackling of torches ...

"It was the two disciples of Zhensitang ... killed with one stroke and fierce moves ... he had nine injuries on his body, deliberately avoiding the vital ... the body had been moved ..."

It was Brother Bao who was reporting to Uncle, and his face was sore.

Qing Qiao stared blankly at Ruan Siqiang, the light of a torch reflected from his pupils, floating and ethereal, like a firefly.

He was pursing his lips tightly, his brows froze slightly, his expression serious and never serious—the weird and funny joke who disappeared suddenly disappeared.

Or maybe he didn't show up at all, everything was just a dream charm in summer.

"Don't be afraid, there's an uncle coming ... all will soon be over."

Sister San Shi quietly took her hand.

Although Sanshi ’s skin was the same cold, Qing Qiao raised his head and courageously smiled.

"--Well, it's over soon, definitely!"

Firm and full of confidence, both to the sister and to myself.

But no one knows that everything that happened that night was just a small beginning.

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