Snoring is actually nothing, as long as it is evenly played, you can sleep when you are used to it, grinding your teeth is different, it is a cold crunch and gnashing your teeth, it's okay to get used to it, but you can't get used to it and think that someone is scratching the plank in the middle of the night. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It is better to grind your teeth than to snore, Zhang He scolded with a sad face, why is he so unlucky to monitor a pig for three months.

In the past hundred and ten days, he didn't want to sleep peacefully.

"Okay, grind it, you go to the north to sleep, stay away from me. Zhang He pointed to the end of the bed, with a bitter expression.

"Yes, you can sleep anywhere. Xu Yan was very satisfied that he also had a place to live, and just about to take off his shoes and socks, he looked at the flour on his body and asked, "By the way, where is the place to wash your hands?" ”

"My name is Zhang He, what is the donor along the way, go north, there is a well, you can wash it by fetching water. ”

Zhang He had already laid down, and said impatiently, and he sat up again.

The other party wants to wash his hands, he has to follow, if this little Taoist priest runs away, he will have to beat him half to death, when the two of them left the house, Zhang He suddenly remembered something, stared at Xu Yan's hands full of flour, and asked, "You didn't wash your hands?"

"No, I just came here and didn't find clear water. Xu Yan replied honestly.

"You just went to the toilet and went to make dumplings without washing your hands?" Zhang He finally found the other party's handle and said proudly: "You are dead, the dumplings you made were eaten by the three masters, if people know, hehe." ”

Zhang He's implication is that this wants people to know that you don't wash your hands after going to the toilet to make dumplings for the three family members, and you have to let the owner of the village pick up the skin.

Seeing Zhang He's ill-intentioned smile, Xu Yan was so frightened that he shrank his neck and whispered: "The dumplings I made are for myself to eat, and you gave the dumplings to the three masters." ”

The night breeze was cold, Zhang He only felt a chill on his back, hurriedly glanced around, and lowered his voice: "Count me unlucky, don't mention this matter again, don't know no, don't say anything, or we will be all fine!"

The abacus was empty, and he put himself in, Zhang He scolded in his heart.

What a good handle, if he hadn't owed it himself, this stupid little Taoist priest in front of him would have been able to obey him in the future.

There are more than 1,000 people in Yuanshanzhai, in addition to the three masters, there are more than a dozen small leaders, Zhang He's status in Yuanshanzhai is not high, he always wants to climb up, but there is never a chance.

Now I don't even have the opportunity to accept a fool as a subordinate.

Between muttering, the two came to the well, Zhang He yawned and waited on the side, and Xu Yan cleaned his hands with half a bucket of water.

The little Taoist priest who bent over did not look at Qing Shui, but looked at a swaying black shadow in the distance.

It wasn't a ghost, it was a living person, and it was a woman, and she had already gone far away when Xu Yan and Zhang He approached here.

Staying next to the well in the middle of the night, the woman who went away made Xu Yan feel a little curious, but it was just curiosity, and he still had to find a way to get out of this bandit village.

Taoist priests want to live in Taoist temples, and Xu Yan doesn't want to become a mountain bandit seriously.

Back at the residence, Xu Yan slept in his clothes, closing his eyes and thinking about what happened today, from the beginning of meeting the mountain bandits, to the end of making dumplings in the bandit village, from the tip of the knife piercing the hearts of the people in the process, to the back buttocks of the horses, and even the chaos of the surrounding mountain bandits, and the expressions and faces of the three bandit leaders at that time.

Every detail was repeatedly scrutinized in Xu Yan's mind, until he was sure that he did not have the slightest flaw, and then he fell asleep groggily, the little Taoist priest, the last thought before falling asleep, was the fierce expression of the Cheng family before he died, and a trace of admiration in those blood-red eyes.

Xu Yan is not the first time to kill people, all the Taiqing Taoist priests in Chengyunguan have died at his hands, this is the first time he has killed people with a knife, and he killed a neighbor who has no grievances with him, but Xu Yan does not have any guilt in his heart.

If the knife is not cut down, the other party will not survive, and use a mortal person to save the Cheng family, this deal not only Xu Yan thinks it is worth it, but the Cheng family also thinks that he has made a lot of money.

Xu Yan really wants to be a pig, because the pig is not only not afraid of ghosts, but also can completely hide his amazing mind.

Master has told him since he was a child that there are too many smart people in this world, and the smarter people are, the more they will be mistaken by their cleverness.

Xu Daoyuan is right, the old Taoist priest has been mistaken by his own cleverness all his life, so Xu Yan will never show a shrewd side in front of people.

The east is white, and it is a new day, from then on, Xu Yan only had to stay in Yuanshanzhai helplessly, and Zhang He, a passer-by who never left an inch, gave him no chance to escape from this bandit village.

It seems that it is impossible to leave Yuanshanzhai in the near future, Xu Yan sighed in his heart, glanced at Zhang He beside him, and continued to start a new day's work.

Helping in the back kitchen, in addition to two meals in the morning and evening, but also splitting wood to boil water, cleaning up dishes and chopsticks, there are a lot of poultry in the back kitchen of Yuanshanzhai, and the work of feeding chickens and ducks was handed over to Xu Yan by the fat cook.

Coolies that come for nothing, don't use them in vain.

As for these jobs, Xu Yan is familiar with the road, anyway, he has to work in the Taoist temple, and he just changed places in Yuanshanzhai.

The diligent little Taoist priest has brought a lot of convenience to the back kitchen of the bandit village, and the cooks don't have to do chores such as chopping wood and boiling water, especially Zhang He, after finding that Xu Yan is very diligent, even his share of work has been handed over to Xu Yan.

Outside the pigsty, Zhang He, who was snorting pumpkin seeds, looked at Xu Yan feeding the pigs, and glanced at the new little black pig in the pigsty and said: "It's good to kill it while it's small, I'll eat this wild boar cub tonight, and when it grows up, no matter how big the pigsty is, it can't be trapped." ”

"It's not a wild boar, it's a domestic pig. Xu Yan said with great certainty: "We raised it in the Taoist temple, I was afraid of hunger, so I stole it before leaving." ”

"Yo, I'm still a thief. Zhang He looked at the little black pig suspiciously, and said, "Are there black pigs, why haven't I heard of them?" ”

"Black pig, the meat is fragrant. Xu Yan said while feeding the pigs: "It can be slaughtered in a few months, and the amount of a few hundred catties is enough for many people to eat, and now it is still small, and it is not suitable to eat it." ”

"It's also Li'er, Xu Yan, do you know kung fu. Zhang He stretched his waist and asked listlessly, seeing the little Taoist priest shaking his head, he came to the spirit and explained: "In our Yuan Cottage, you can't do kung fu, don't look at you killing someone, that's also a dying person, if you really want to do it with someone, your small body will definitely suffer, especially in the Dapu martial arts world, only refining true qi can be regarded as a hard style." ”

"True Qi?" Xu Yan scratched his head and said, "What is True Qi?"

Xu Yan is not pretending to be stupid, but he really has never heard of true qi, Linshan Town is a border town, and the people who live there are ordinary people, but there are few people who know martial arts, although the old Taoist priest has told many magical stories of martial artists and even cultivators, but he has never explained to him the origin of true qi.

"True Qi is the innate True Qi, cultivated in the dantian. Zhang He pointed to his lower abdomen and said: "Only by cultivating a mouthful of innate true qi can you enter the hall and become a real innate martial artist, if you can't cultivate it, even if you have more moves and no matter how wonderful your body is, you will be willing to bow down when you meet an innate martial artist." ”

"Is it really powerful?" Xu Yan chatted with the passer-by while busy with the work at hand.

"It's not just amazing!" Zhang He spit out the skin of the melon seeds, and said: "Seeing that the three of us are in charge, those three are innate martial artists, like me, one can fight ten or twenty." ”

"By the way, the donor doesn't have innate true qi? Xu Yan said yearningly.

"What kind of roadside donor, it's too ugly, you can call me Zhang Shizhu, or call me Brother Zhang, it's better than any roadside donor. Zhang He waved his hand, and then talked about the difference between a martial artist and an innate that he knew.