"What, you said the chief he ......"

When he heard that Old Man Leng had been martyred, Qin Lang felt that his eyes were sour, and he had the urge to cry. "Smack", a standard military salute to the east.

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but he hasn't reached the sad place.

The stubborn old man who was dressed in an old and washed white military uniform and a big knife looked down on the world, Rong Ma dedicated his precious life to the motherland all his life, and would rather die than choose to live and die with the position.

Such a person can be called a great husband of Yushu Linfeng! A true hero with iron bones! Such a person is enough to go down in history and leave a name in history.

Qin Yiwen and her bald girlfriend Xiaoqin are working in a newly established orphanage, Xiaoqin used to be a nurse, so she served as a school doctor, Qin Yiwen has a gentle personality and gets along with children, plus her previous excellent grades, the dean made an exception to let her serve as a Chinese teacher. Despite the busyness of the orphanage, the two girls still rush back every day to meet the most important person in their lives and enjoy the warmth of being with the big guy. Even the husky became a messenger of the hospital, playing with a group of children all day long.

As for Wang Xinnan's cousin, the girl named Rose, was taken away directly by the military, and it is unknown what to do, anyway, the little girl did not resist when she left. Zhang Zhiyun left everyone to find the original troops, and the wood was still like that, not speaking, nor any expression, as if the whole world had nothing to do with him.

After breakfast, because they had played all night, they all said that they were physically and mentally exhausted, and they went back to the room to rest one by one. The originally lively living room instantly left Qin Lang alone.

After sitting for half an hour, Qin Lang planned to go out for a walk. Now they are in a small hidden village, it is said that this village was specially built for the wounded to recuperate, in this village are all wounded from all over the country, most of them are soldiers, almost everyone has had the experience of confronting zombies head-on, of course, there are many talented people, battlefield generals.

Walking down a tree-lined path and breathing in the fresh air that has never been seen before in the city is refreshing, as if you are in a paradise. Walking through a pile of weeds covered with spikes, the scenery in front of him suddenly opened up, showing Qin Lang a vast apple orchard in front of him, the red apples were like children's smiling faces, bending the branches, and some were even naughty sticking out from the end of the wall. There was even a ripe apple that seemed to have eyes, and it just "fell" into Qin Lang's hand.

"Click", took a big bite, his mouth was full, the apple was very sweet and crisp, chewing in his mouth clicking, he shouldn't have taken catalytic drugs or anything else, don't ask Qin Lang how he knows. In TV and novels, isn't it all like this? You can't eat an apple in the wild by yourself, and you end up burping, right? Looking around, there was no one, Qin Lang had an apple in his mouth, unbuckled his trouser belt with both hands, and began to release water against the wall.

"Amitabha, good and good! This benefactor, how can you do such a dirty thing that is not as good as a pig and a dog? If you are like this, you will go to the eighteen layers of hell after death!" An abrupt voice came from behind him, almost frightening Qin Lang to urinate incontinence.

When did this monk appear behind him? Qin Lang didn't notice it at all, but he didn't feel any malice in his words, so he simply ignored him, and continued to release water in an uproar, drinking two more cups of boiling water just now, and now his bladder seemed to be exploding, so for a while, the urine continued like a flood.

"Amitabha, donor, stop quickly...... Uh, live birds!" The old monk behind him was a little angry, and actually picked up a dead branch from the ground, strode forward, and pulled it according to Qin Lang's thing.

"What are you crazy about?" Qin Lang was really startled by the old monk and turned around suddenly. We all know that sometimes, it's impossible for something to stop suddenly. Therefore, the old monk was directly sprayed with urine by Qin Lang.

"Amitabha...... You...... You're so angry!" The old monk had a dark face, and angrily took off the robe that had not been washed for I don't know how many years, trembled violently, and even came to his face to smell it, and even covered his mouth and nose, and said with disdain: "This benefactor, doing such a dirty thing in broad daylight, are you not afraid of the green smoke from the ancestral tomb?"

"Uh...... I said you're ...... Huh, no, I seem to have seen you somewhere!" The face in front of him was faintly familiar, but Qin Lang couldn't remember it for a while, he frowned and stepped forward, and the ghost made a god pull on the old monk's dirty face and said, "Come, you give me a smile for the uncle." ”

"Amitabha! Sin, sin! This benefactor, please respect yourself! The old man is a monk...... Oh, what are you doing? Let go, let go, what kind ......of system is pulling and pulling? Hehe

Isn't TM the charlatan who fooled himself into buying that string of things for 9.98 million yuan in White Flag Town? Later, he also gave himself a book of martial arts cheats.

M's, how can this hair be here?

"Old monk, are you really haunted?" Qin Lang let go of his hand, clapped his palms, and said with a look of disdain: "You plan to fool people here this time to buy your chicken feathers, aren't you?" Uncle advises you, stop early, and do more good deeds! Otherwise, the Buddha will take you away sooner or later. Just a charlatan like you, the master has seen too much, don't think that if you shave your head and burn two ring scars, you are really a monk. You pee yourself, which one do you look like?"

"Amitabha, good, good!" The old monk tidied up his clothes, wrapped the robe stained with Qin Lang's urine into a ball and stuffed it into his arms (not too dirty), and said: "The poor monk is a high-ranking monk in the Withered Tree Temple, and the Buddha's name is Withered Reed, not the charlatan you said, this is the old man's ...... Huh? I ...... Where's the old man's degree?"

After touching all over his body, except for finding a crumpled and stinking paper talisman full of strange symbols on the sole of his shoe, he didn't find the so-called degree at all, and the withered reed master coughed, put his right hand behind his back, and put on a high-ranking appearance: "Who doesn't know the name of the old man in the world, who doesn't know it?" As for the degree or something, it is something outside the body, so don't care. ”

After a pause, he squinted his eyes and swept around Qin Lang's body, frowning and said, "The secret book that the old man gave you, why don't you cultivate?"

Qin Lang suddenly remembered that the first page of the cheats that Lao Kengbi gave himself was to call people from the palace, this Nima is a normal man who can't cultivate, okay? Qin Lang coughed and said, "That cheat is too strong and domineering, and the time for cultivation has not yet come." By the way, old monk, you won't be selling me your heavenly things again this time, will you? How much is it? Nine yuan and eight, uncle, I will collect it for you. How's it going, making a lot of money, right?"

"Are you thinking about fart again?" The old monk spat out Qin Lang's face and spit on Xingzi, and said sonorously: "One price, nine million nine million and nine hundred and eighty thousand, half of it can't be less!

"Come on, I don't have time to talk to you here, if it's okay, I'll say goodbye to you!" Qin Lang didn't plan to continue to fight with this old liar, and turned around to leave.

"Wait, posterity!" The old monk grabbed the corner of Qin Lang's clothes, looked around with a ghostly look, stuffed the crumpled paper talisman into Qin Lang's hand, and whispered: "This is the super invincible mighty Vajra Tongtian talisman that my grandmother spent all her life refining before she passed away! You just need to boil it and soak it in boiling water and eat it, and the effect will be just right......!

A piece of paper that I don't know how long I stepped on from the sole of my shoe made you boil boiling water to eat. No matter what others think, Qin Lang made up his mind not to do this anyway, and secretly swore in his heart: Whoever drank it is the grandson! That thing, the effect of drinking it is just now, and it is estimated that it will die hard in less than half an hour. What else is the super invincible mighty King Kong Tongtian talisman, this name, as soon as you hear it, it's just made up randomly, okay? This old turtle doesn't take snacks.

In order to avoid this disgusting thing, Qin Lang simply turned his two trouser pockets over directly, and said very simply: "I have no money." ”

"Rest assured, the old man is a monk, compassionate, and empty-eyed. You have a relationship with Lao Gao, and this super powerful paper talisman will be given to you as a greeting gift. Seeing that Qin Lang looked incredulous, the old monk hurriedly said: "Of course, as the saying goes, the grace of a drop of water should be reciprocated by a spring." The little benefactor has inexplicably received a great favor from the old man, and he must be a little reluctant to go, so it is natural to repay him for a small favor, right?"

"Oh?" After a long time, this old thing is asking for himself, and he still looks high-sounding. Qin Lang looked at the dignified face, and suddenly became interested, not too dirty, took the old monk's paper talisman, casually stuffed it into the sole of his shoe, squinted his eyes and said: "Then tell me, what do you want me to help you do? I can tell you in advance, if you kill people, set fires, steal chickens and touch dogs, it will definitely not work! Also, what is the use of your birds?"

"Hmm......" The old monk rolled his eyes and said in a kind way: "Actually, it's not as serious as you said, you see, you are a scholar, educated, knowledgeable, what about me? How can we say that we are stealing? That's called 'taking', you think, you are obviously doing it in broad daylight, and this is 'taking'! As for the function of this super invincible powerful King Kong talisman, hehe, maybe you will have a chance to use it?"

This old bald donkey is really fooling himself to be a thief? This kind of insulting thing Qin Lang didn't do anything, and directly shook his head and refused. Let the old monk talk so wildly and foam at the mouth, he is still indifferent, helping people steal things? Who is willing to carry this kind of black cauldron, anyway, Qin Lang is unwilling.

"Little donor, saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter!" The old monk was a little anxious, holding his stomach and saying miserably: "The old man is bitter!"

Qin Lang felt that this old monk was simply a natural actor, and he didn't go to TV to be a liar, which was completely condescending.

"The old man has not eaten for seventy, seventy, forty-nine days, and he is already dizzy and hungry, ah! The old man seems to see my grandmother waving to me, and she smiles so sweetly, so amiable......

"Her old man came to pick you up, and he went to the west with him to enjoy Qingfu. Qin Lang sneered. Seven or seven forty-nine days without eating? Who is Temeng? Can a normal person starve for forty-nine days?

"In this way, little donor, if you give Lao Wei two apples, you will have planted a great good karma! I dare to guarantee that in the future, the name of Qin's great benevolent person will spread all over China. ”

"Apple? I don't. ”

"Steal without you...... Uh, Amitabha Buddha is good, go get it!"

"Why don't you go yourself? You don't have long hands?" Qin Lang couldn't cry or laugh, what he could do with his own hands, and asked people, how lazy does this old liar have to be? How cheap is it?

"Amitabha, good and good! Lao Gu is a monk, and he never does the business of stealing chickens and dogs and not wanting Bilian, but he will go to hell after death. Great good man, it is more appropriate for you to go. ”