The old monk just sat down.

"Hiss", he stood up again in pain.

"The shell belongs to the little water monkey, how did you get it?" the old beggar asked, waving his head.

"It was given to me by a kid in town. The old monk said.

He reached out and pulled out the two arrows from his buttocks, the wound was not deep, only the flesh and skin.

"The kids in the town are like that, naughty and mischievous. The old beggar said, "I have been cleaned up by them, and all the bowls I bought are broken." ”

"Twenty bowls?!" the old monk looked at him in surprise.

"If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools. The old beggar said, "My bowl is not bad, it is worth more than that, why don't you give it to you, and you will help me heal?"

"No", the old monk waved his hand, he didn't learn from the scriptures, and it was useless to ask for a bowl.

"Brother", the old monk hesitated, "Let's tell you the truth, it's not that I don't treat you, the main thing is that my medicine has adverse reactions." ”

The old beggar's voice raised, "Then my neck..."

The old monk was afraid that Ye Zigao would hear it, so he hurriedly interrupted him, "You can also use medicine, won't we change the adverse reaction to a smaller one?"

"What do you mean?"

"It's just that I'll give you medicine, until the adverse reactions can be ignored, such as me..."

The old monk patted his head, "You have searched all the monks in the world, but you can't find me shaved my head so cleanly." ”

"Huh?" the old beggar subconsciously touched his head, because he had not washed it for a long time, and it had been knotted.

"It's better to be bald", the old monk took the opportunity to persuade: "Wash your hair and wash your face together, which saves trouble." ”

"Well, that's fine, another pill. "The old beggar has no choice but to do so, it is better to keep a bald head than to keep tilting his head.

After taking the medicine, the old beggar looked at the old monk with admiration, "I found out that you are really good at business!"

"Brother, why do you say this?" the old monk was surprised.

"In other Langzhong, it is a hanging pot to help the world, relying on the diagnosis and treatment of patients one by one to earn a living. It's good for you to hold on to someone, and don't let go if you don't pull people's hair, brother, you're really dark. The old beggar said, giving a thumbs up.

The old monk was a little proud at first, but then wilted.

"Don't mention it, look at my current injury, I don't know what torture is waiting for me tomorrow. The old monk said helplessly.

......

When the sun retracted its last rays of light, the sky grew dark.

Yu Sheng went out for a walk with his little aunt, herded cattle by the way, met Li Zheng and them on the ridge, chatted for a while, and returned together.

The bell on the neck of the cow, the sound of the waterwheel slowly turning, and the reflection of the cow and the man on the water surface after walking on the stone bridge, constitute a leisurely and comfortable pastoral picture.

Compared with the days of running around in the middle wilderness, I still like this kind of life for the rest of my life.

It's just that the sun in the sky has been reminding him for the rest of his life, and he still has a mother who has been in the heat.

But the rest of my life has thought of a way.

When he had enough faith points, he was ready to use the rules, make an arrow out of ice, ride a salted fish into the sky, and shoot an arrow at the sun.

"I can't shoot it, I'm scared to death. Yu Sheng said to the little aunt.

The little aunt felt that the rest of her life was a fantasy.

"The heat of the three-legged black radiance, it is difficult for gods and immortals to get close, let alone far from the ground, how can you shoot it with an arrow? Even if you have such strength, you must have such a divine bow to achieve it, and an ordinary bow cannot withstand that kind of power at all. The little aunt said.

The old cow who followed behind also scoffed at the bad ideas of the rest of his life and made a "poof" sound.

Yu Sheng smiled, "Don't worry, the mountain people have their own tricks." ”

As for what kind of clever plan, it is not enough for outsiders, after all, it is unbelievable to collect faith points.

But as long as you have faith, all of this is fine.

As long as you have enough faith, you can shoot arrows.

As for whether you can shoot the sun or not, or whether you can scare the sun, that's a matter of the "Marksmanship" skill.

The only problem is that faith is consumed too much.

According to the system, at least a million dollars.

The rest of his life is only more than 5,000 points now, and this is still saved by Sun Xiaoyou, who provides 1,000 faith points every day.

For today's plan, the only way to quickly collect a eater like Sun Xiaodemon and a believer like the pig god.

There is also a wide range of diners from all over the world into the inn, collecting faith points little by little.

It's a pity that the "Marksmanship" skill is only fifteen days, and I'm afraid I won't be able to shoot this time.

Fortunately, after the upgrade task is completed, you can permanently obtain a magic skill for the rest of your life, and then you can choose the "Divine Shooting" skill for the rest of your life.

It's just that this upgrade task can only be completed if you become a veritable king of the middle wilderness.

In this way, the rest of his life will have to wait a little longer.

Thinking like this, he returned to the inn with his little aunt for the rest of his life.

After throwing the cow into the cowshed, Yu Sheng first asked if Strange had returned.

"No," Ye Zigao said when he was busy.

He is wearing an ugly face at this moment, and he is diligently beating the back of the black girl.

Bai Xingxing came back from the back kitchen.

He saw Ye Zigao and said, "If you weren't used to seeing dogs, you would have been frightened when you suddenly saw your face." ”

"Where have you been, you haven't seen anyone for a day?" Yu Sheng poured a glass of chilled grape juice for his little aunt and a glass of wine for himself.

Bai smiled happily but did not speak.

The weather is hot and people don't have much appetite, so the inn's most popular thing tonight is Yu Sheng's newly launched mung bean jelly.

The jelly is cut well, mixed with soy sauce, vinegar, and mustard to eat, and it is cool and smooth in one bite, which is a rare enjoyment on a hot summer day.

Not only the guests of the inn, but also the townsfolk came to buy it.

Compared with those dishes with spiritual power, this bowl of cold noodles is very cheap, and many villagers bring the whole family to taste it.

After eating, the villagers did not disperse.

At this time, the weather is hot, and I can't sleep when I go back, so it is better to take a cool place in the inn, chat, and rub herbal tea by the way.

Buns and they play back and forth in the crowd, making the inn more lively at night than during the day.

I don't know who started it, and people started telling ghost stories.

"I heard this story from my grandfather," said Lizheng, "and when he was in a hurry, he saw a deserted temple in front of him, and there was nothing in it except Buddha statues, but it was better than living in the wilderness, so the young man lived in this deserted temple." ”

"At night, he was just about to go to bed, and he saw a white figure floating by outside the window, in the moonlight..."

"Whew~"

Just as he was talking about this, the god of agriculture walked in from outside, bringing a gust of wind that chilled people's lives.

Some people couldn't help but stop, only Ye Zi was happy, "Say it quickly, is it a female ghost who comes in and is ready to sleep with him." ”

"you", the black girl kicked him, and the ghost story was good, which made him vulgar.

Everyone couldn't help but complain that the leaves were taller.

"What are they doing?" asked Saturnalia, curious.

Yu Sheng stood behind the counter and poured him a glass of wine, "telling ghost stories." ”

"Yo, that's good, I'll listen to it. Saturnalia came over with a glass of wine.

After a while, the voice of the god of agriculture came from there: "Ho, this ghost story is scary enough, I don't dare to sleep at night." ”

For the rest of your life, I thought to myself that you always became a ghost from a ghost, and you can still be scared by yourself?

After a while, while everyone was immersed in the ghost story, the real ghost returned.

The ghost caught a ghost with water weeds and entered the inn.

"Quack", she shouted to Yu Sheng, pushing the ghost who was haunted to death and covering her mouth in front of Yu Sheng.

"Who is this?" asked Yu Sheng curiously as he poured a glass of wine for the ghost to moisten her throat.

"Quack", said the ghost.

"The old woman's son?" Yu Sheng was surprised, and measured him up and down.

Not to mention, there is a blue and purple piece on his body, and there is blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth, and he was really beaten to death.

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