The verbose shopkeeper refused to leave for a long time, only to hear the samurai shout and get out, and then the frightened little brother ran out with a panicked expression, like a frightened pheasant.

"Close the door, first picture." The first time I saw the samurai lose his temper more and more, this posture is really scary, the so-called tiger is not powerful, you think he is a sick cat, now it is estimated that the shopkeeper will not come up again to pat the ass in a short time.

"This little two is really annoying, and it's more troublesome than a woman to be verbose all the time." The more the samurai spoke, he picked up a piece of snack and put it in his mouth.

"Wait a minute, wait until you eat." Xiantu snatched the pastry from the samurai Yue's hand, and the samurai looked at Xiantu in puzzlement.

"Brother Xian, what are you doing here?" The samurai asked.

"Brother Wu, be careful of poison." Xiantu said, then took out a wrap of silver needles, inserted into the pastry and teapot, this pack of silver needles was handed over to him when the king of medicine returned to the throne, and also passed him a copy of "A Thousand Golden Prescriptions", but Xiantu did not have much interest in medicine, occasionally bored when turned a few pages to remember Sun Yaowang, unconsciously, he also learned some medical skills from the book, and naturally understood the method of silver needle poison test.

Looking at the silver needles as white as jade, Xiantu poured a cup of tea and drank it all with confidence, and said disdainfully: "It's still a good tea, it's so unpalatable, and it's a shame that you taste it like a baby." ”

"Brother Xian, do you still know medical skills?" The more the samurai opened his eyes and looked at Xiantu, thinking to himself what kind of person this Xiantu was, did he know everything about astronomy and geography? Thinking about it, I can't help but feel admiration.

Hearing the question of the samurai. Xiantu replied embarrassedly: "Medical skills? This knows a little bit about this, and it stands to reason that you ancient people can test the poison method of silver needles, right? I see you doing this a lot on TV? ”

Habitual, frequent. Qinghong, the rabbit cub, didn't wash his hands again, so he put the dirty paw on Xiantu's forehead, and muttered, "Don't have a fever, why is your mouth full of nonsense?" ”

Xiantu was helpless, glanced at Qinghong, and thought to himself, how can everyone in this Taipingzhuang have such a problem. If you don't get it, you touch others with dirty hands, and you are not afraid of infecting people with bacteria or something, which is really an ancient person who does not pay attention to hygiene.

"Brother Xian. I've heard what you just said, but I don't understand what TV you just said. "Samurai always has so many questions, and he always pays careful attention to every word Xiantu says.

Hearing the samurai ask this, Qinghong also wanted to hear Xiantu's explanation. Thinking about this TV, I am afraid that it is a rare object that Xiantu saw in "Wu Mu's Testament". Let's hear what it is.

I saw Xiantu thinking about it in a daze, scratched his scalp and said with some embarrassment: "This TV, it's a long story, in short, I can't describe what kind of thing that thing is even after a thousand and one nights." ”

"Then you make a long story short, this curiosity has been aroused by you, how can there be a reason not to talk about it." The samurai said with more curiosity.

"Yes, Xiantu, our curiosity has been drawn out by you, you can't stop talking halfway. Otherwise, we won't be able to sleep and lose sleep. Qinghong also interrogated, and the two of them widened their eyes. Prick up your ears and listen carefully to what Xiantu is going to say next.

Xiantu was helpless, and said to himself: "Is it so strict, one by one I can't sleep, you don't like to sleep, anyway, I'm sleepy, I'm going to wash and sleep, you two are here in a daze!" ”

After Xiantu finished speaking, he got up and walked to the side of the bed, this bed is really soft, it can't be covered with Simmons mattresses, right? Xiantu thought in his heart, but how can there be Simmons in this era, it seems that Xiantu thinks about it again, this child is always full of unrealistic fantasies all day long.

No matter what kind of bed it was made, I saw Xiantu take off his boots and coat at a fast speed, pull off the quilt and go to sleep.

Samurai Yue and Qinghong looked at each other, naughty, smiled sinisterly, and quietly walked towards Xiantu in unison. Xiantu, who pretended to be asleep under the quilt, didn't know that the danger was approaching step by step at this time, and only heard the sound of small footsteps in the house, and thought it was the sound of the two of them walking around because they couldn't sleep because they had something to do.

But his idea has not been recognized, and when he was about to secretly show a pair of eyes to look outside, Qinghong and the samurai Yue had already climbed into bed, raised their heads one by one, and forcibly lifted Xiantu up, and threw him out of bed with a smile, only to hear Xiantu laughing and begging for mercy.

"Brother Xian, if you don't say it, if you don't say it, we'll throw you out of bed." As he spoke, the samurai counted one, two, three, and Qinghong was still threatening on the side.

"One, two, three." The two were about to let go, but they heard Xiantu shouting: "Wait, I say, I say!" ”

At this time, Qinghong and Wu Shiyue put Xiantu on the bed, lifted the quilt and asked with a smile: "Say it, Brother Xian, there is still time here, if you don't say it, the bed is where you will sleep tonight." ”

"You two are so ruthless, you actually abuse your good brothers, is there any royal law in this world, and the dignified first-class lord is thrown around, is there no one to care about these two madmen?" Xiantu said the same as the truth, only causing the two of them to laugh, but they didn't mean to let him go at all.

"Okay, brothers, I'll make a mistake again tonight, and I'll still try my best to say your Tang Dynasty dialect, our hometown dialect in the 21st century, I'd better say less." Xiantu pretended to be pitiful and said to the two of them,

"Wait, why did this come up with another sentence of the twenty-first century, what the hell is going on, Brother Xian, Brother Xian, you are really a mysterious person, neither of us will sleep tonight, waiting for you to tell us about those rare things." The warrior Yue grabbed Xiantu's words again, and Xiantu instantly covered his mouth, thinking that he had said the wrong thing again, it was really dangerous to be with this smart person, and if he couldn't get it, he would be caught.

"Okay, if you want to hear it, I'll tell you, but don't tell anyone else after you hear it." Xiantu said sincerely to the two of them, but he secretly thought in his heart, if you don't move Pu Songling's "Liao Zhai" out for a while, it will be strange if you can't be scared to death.

But to scare them, you have to think of a plan, you have to think of a plan to prevent future troubles, so that the more the samurai can't get it, the more headaches will be issued, this matter must be intercepted, otherwise it will be bearable in the future, first try to think about it, he wants to think of a complete strategy to eliminate the problem of the samurai. (To be continued......)

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