Chapter Seventy-Five: The Butterfly is a Butterfly
All the students in the mountain temple, after the girl and others watched Zhu Ping'an leave, they all became iron-clad, indomitable, and sweaty, although they didn't have the strength to move, but they didn't dare to blame the people:
"Without that thief, there is a kind of don't run"
"The demon girl will leave, and then fight me for three hundred rounds"
"This woman is really shameless, she is really insulting, she should be immersed in the pig cage!"
The mentality of the students in the mountain temple is also different, although everyone has been robbed of all their belongings, but only about half of the more than ten students have their right hands that were trampled by the girl retaliatingly, and those students who were not stepped on were a little happy.
As for the bloodied students who were trampled on.
"Ahem, cough, cough, although a certain is not talented, but it is also slightly the same as the technique of disambiguation, the pain of my hand, a bold speculation, this injury has not yet reached the bone, apply a little plaster, and it will heal within ten days."
A bloodied student who was trampled on, leaning against the pillar, although the tears on his face had not dried, he was full of confidence and consciously learned to be rich.
Uncle Zhu Shouren and several other blood-drenched students who were trampled on were overjoyed when they heard the words, ten days is fine, and the boy has more than a month to try, so they turned their heads to look at the person and sighed: "Brother Wang is talented!" We don't wait. ”
"Ahem, cough, there is a precedence in hearing the Tao, and there is a specialization in the art industry." The man surnamed Wang wanted to stretch out his hand to brush his beard according to the situation, but he was embarrassed to find that his limbs were weak and he couldn't move, so he could only cough dryly, his hands couldn't move his expression, and he squeezed out an expression of disdain on his face.
"Although we are miserable, we are not as miserable as Brother Zhu's nephew, and they were captured by the demon girl, and they have to suffer a lot of flesh and skin." A student who was trampled on bloodied suddenly found that there was something worse than himself, and he was busy sharing with everyone.
As a result, those who were stepped on and those who were not stepped on became more balanced in their hearts, and some people comforted Uncle Zhu Shouren.
"It doesn't matter, the demon girl and thief are just for money, although my nephew is not exempt from some skin and flesh suffering, but there is no worry about his life. Fu Mencius said: Therefore, the heavens will descend on the people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, empty their bodies, and act chaotically. ”
Although Uncle Zhu Shouren's tears have not dried and his nose is wiped, he sighs with foresight and great wisdom at this time.
Uncle Zhu Shouren's words, this broad-mindedness that he didn't care about, and the students praised it one after another.
After a while, a student suddenly sighed: This is not an outsider!
Then immediately got everyone's response, and in the vernacular, it is roughly that: No one is allowed to tell others about this, and I was played by a demon girl, embarrassed, and I am not allowed to say it, come and come, let's all swear an oath, whoever says it is not easy to get along with all of us. Even if the stupid boy Zhu Ping'an said it, we are not allowed to admit it, and we all say that he lied.
After experiencing the ordeal, the students' feelings seem to be deeper, although everyone lost the money to go to the county seat to catch the exam, but those wealthy students said that they could let their scholars go home to get some money for emergencies, and everyone would pay it back slowly.
Then the atmosphere in the mountain temple became cheerful again, waiting for the cartilage powder to expire, and then everyone happily embarked on the journey of the county seat to catch the exam.
There was an open-minded laughter and laughter in the mountain temple, but Zhu Ping'an didn't have the mood like them, his hands were tied, and if he walked slowly with his bags on his back, it would cause a push.
"Why are you stupid boy still carrying broken things on your back, we have taken away all the valuables" The man in charge of guarding Zhu Ping'an thought that Zhu Ping'an was walking slowly, and pushed Zhu Ping'an again.
Zhu Ping'an staggered a few steps, turned around and looked at him harmlessly again, and replied with a simple face, "The valuable things on my body have been taken by all the heroes, so I have to take this well, my family is poor, and this bag and bedding are also made by my mother for a long time." ”
"I'm not honest, I've found more than ten taels of silver from you, and I dare to say that my family is poor!"
As soon as Zhu Ping'an's voice fell, the man slapped Zhu Ping'an's head again, and said with a scolding in his mouth.
In this regard, the girl didn't care, he was just curious about how Zhu Ping'an could see the flaws in her disguise, and the others didn't care, when he got to the ground, he asked clearly, if he was satisfied with the answer, he would be released, and if he was not satisfied with the answer, then he would be beaten and then let him go, anyway, he didn't have a good impression of these readers.
Nima, the old paper really remembers you this time, Zhu Ping'an looked back at the man again, harmless to humans and animals.
After walking for about half an hour, Zhu Ping'an was taken by the girl to a shanty that looked like a hunter at the foot of the mountain for winter hunting. The shanty is well furnished, with temporary furniture and daily necessities, etc., but winter is coming to an end, and the hunters are no longer needed.
As soon as he entered the house, Zhu Ping'an was pushed hard by the man in charge of the guard, as if he was dismounted, Zhu Ping'an was pushed to the ground all of a sudden, fortunately he had a bag on his back, so he was not miserable, but it was enough for Zhu Ping'an to look at him harmlessly.
"It's okay to be less in charge now, we got so much money this time, and when the old boss comes over, he will definitely praise it."
A man put the looted money into a money tie and handed it to the girl respectfully.
The girl took it, threw it on the table casually, and thought about it for a while, "The three of you went to hunt a few rabbits and pheasants and other roasted food, father, they don't know when they will arrive, those people in the temple just now are sour, sour and unappetizing, and they haven't eaten anything." ”
"Okay, young owner, you just wait." The three men who were ordered heard that they were going to eat barbecue, and thought of robbing a jar of good wine, so they couldn't help but smile and take the order.
There were still two men left in the room to guard Zhu Ping'an, which shows that the girl is still very cautious.
"Little brother, tell my sister how you saw it."
The girl pulled a chair and sat in front of Zhu Ping'an, and asked with a smile, the delicate dagger flew up and down in her slender little hand with white skin like jade.
Zhu Ping'an raised his head, revealing a simple face, as if he was very jealous of the dagger in the girl's hand, swallowed a mouthful of saliva before making a sound:
"I feel like I'm shouting help, I think it's better to shout Ya Butterfly, Ya Butterfly."
"What is a butterfly?"
The girl frowned, puzzled, and her eyes flashed with a cold light.
"Oh, the butterfly is a kind of butterfly in the mountains, it will make a sound when it flies, our village has caught it a long time ago, and after a long time, the people in the village have used the butterfly as a don't want to meaning."
Zhu Ping'an looked at the girl very seriously, with a chiseled look.
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