The conscience of heaven and earth.

Is it better to have chickens scary than scary people?

In the middle of the night, there is a chicken standing in the bedroom, just silently watching you......

And you don't even know when it will start watching you!

It's terrifying.

Duck Duck rolled his eyes at Zhenyangzi, stood in front of Zhenyangzi, stared at him with a pair of corns, and cooed twice.

Zhenyangzi......

Human-chicken dialogue!

Damn, it's really ...... to live at such an old age See you in a long time!

The scene was thrilling and the scene was terrifying, and after a stirring and sat up, Zhenyangzi still faced Yaya very calmly.

"What are you doing back in the middle of the night?"

Duck Duck raised his chicken beak at Zhenyangzi, and at the moment when Zhenyangzi stared at Duck Duck, Duck Duck's wings shook and pounced on Zhenyangzi's face.

The chicken paw slapped, but before Zhenyangzi could react, he slapped a paw on the other side of Zhenyangzi's face.

Zhenyangzi was directly stunned by the slap of Duck Duck.

His face sank, and he said angrily, "You're still not finished!" One slap is not enough, do you have to come back and make up for another slap? ”

The duck duck glanced at Zhenyangzi with three-quarters of its corns, and the chicken's paws planed the bed, and at the wings, a stack of small paper squares fell.

Zhenyangzi looked at Yaya with a dark face, "What's that?" ”

The duck duck and the chicken paw slapped on the paper, turned over and jumped off the bed, and walked away through the crack in the door.

Zhenyangzi......

Damn!

What a hell of a hell in the middle of the night!

A chicken came and beat him up!

He can't beat this chicken yet!

Is......

Taking a big breath, Zhenyangzi stared at the crack in the door where Yaya left, and lowered his head angrily to pick up the paper on the bed.

The paper square unfolds and is two sheets of stationery.

Under the moonlight, the words on it could not be seen clearly, Zhenyangzi turned over and went to the ground and lit a candle.

The handwriting was not the handwriting he was familiar with, but when he saw the content, Zhenyangzi's face suddenly turned blue.

"The rivers and mountains of my Great Xia Dynasty are also coveted by you and other rats, and you can't do it yourself!"

On the letterhead, Zhenyangzi's gaze was locked on two words, and anger erupted from the bottom of his eyes.

Zheng Xi!

With a heavy snort, his fist smashed down on the table, and I don't know how much strength he used, a table with cups and candles was suddenly smashed by Zhenyangzi's punch and broke a leg.

The table lost its center of gravity and fell to the ground with a thud, and the cups and candles rolled to the ground with a loud sound.

The corner of Zhenyangzi's eyes twitched, he raised his foot to extinguish the candle, pinched the letter and turned to leave.

A good night's sleep.

Early the next morning, Rong Hengzhun began morning sickness.

Vomit~~

A heart-rending retching came up, and Rong Heng frowned in pain and stroked his chest.

Chang Qingsheng stood on one side without love, "Your Highness, I didn't care about it last night, you can ask the master to show you in a while, see if he has any good way to stop vomiting, you have to vomit for ten months, it's really not a problem." ”

You can vomit, I can't serve the slave!

Rong Heng covered his mouth with a handkerchief and nodded weakly, "You go and see if the master is awake." ”

Changqing responded to the order, turned his head and left with the plum jar, and only then did he raise his feet, and the door of the meditation room was knocked.

"Your Highness is awake? Can a poor monk come in? ”

Changqing looked back at Rong Heng, Rong Heng nodded weakly, and the bark of his mouth was as dry as the bark of an old tree in winter.

"Come in."

Holding the plum jar, Changqing stood on Rong Heng's side again.

The wooden door of the meditation room was pushed open with a creak, and the acting abbot came in with compassion.

He saluted Rong Heng with his hands together, and the acting abbot said, "Your Highness has rested at night." ”

Rong Heng covered his chest, endured the discomfort of turning over the river and the sea in his stomach, and said, "Master Lao is worried, and you have a good rest." ”

The acting abbot smiled and said, "Your Highness is resting well, the poor monk is relieved, and His Royal Highness Lao moved to the house where the Taoist chief rested last night." ”

Rong Heng frowned, a sense of uneasiness rose in his heart, and he said to the acting abbot, "But what's wrong?" ”

The acting abbot smiled and said, "It's nothing, it's a trivial matter, but it's still bothering His Highness to move." ”

Changqing looked at Rong Heng's haggard face and said, "Your Highness, why don't you go." ”

Rong Heng shook his head, "Help me up." ”

After all, he is his own master, and if something happens to the master, how can he not go on a trip as an apprentice.

It's just that......

It was just dawn, and his master made some trouble.

Could it be that I slept last night and turned over, and fell to the ground and fell out of a bad place?

It shouldn't be, his kung fu is so high.

But......

It's not impossible, after all, he was beaten by Duck Duck yesterday, and he didn't parry it!

With suspicion, Rong Heng followed the acting abbot to Zhenyangzi's house with a gossamer.

As soon as he entered the door, Rong Heng was stunned by the mess.

The three-legged table fell to the ground, and the broken table leg collapsed on the bed.

The cups on the ground were shattered, and the candlesticks where the candles were placed were cut into three sections.

"My master was attacked by gangsters?" Rong Heng gasped and looked around to find Zhenyangzi.

"Master, master, how are you, master, where are you?"

The acting abbot looked at Rong Heng with compassion in his eyes.

When he finished speaking, the acting abbot lifted the three-legged table up.

Pointing to the palm print on the table, he said to Rong Heng, "Your Highness, this table has a broken leg, it should have been slapped by this palm, except for the mess on the ground, there is no trace of a fight anywhere else in the room, the poor monk guessed that this palm should be taken by the master himself." ”

Rong Heng ......

Twitching the corners of his eyes, he looked at the palm print in front of him.

The memory split his head and smashed his face.

When he was ten years old, one night, his master took him to the mountain behind the Big Buddha Temple to practice martial arts.

When he practiced martial arts, the master himself leaned on the big tree to drink, and after he finished a set of punches, the master drank up a jar of wine, and he was a drunken mess.

There was no way, he could only drag the master to the Big Buddha Temple.

asked for a guest room, and the master and apprentice slept down.

Extremely tired, he settled the master, and he sat down on the chair and fell asleep on the table.

Just as he was sleeping soundly, a loud noise suddenly sounded in his ears, and he jumped up.

The moment he jumped up, he watched his master's hand slap the table pull back, and the table fell to the ground in an instant.

The cups and candles on the table fell to the ground in a hurry.

The table leg that was broken by the master flew directly to the bed.

And the master ......

He withdrew his hand and didn't even look at him, turned around and flew out of the window.

Everything is done smoothly. 、

He stood beside the mess, dumbfounded in shock.

Depend on!

What is this doing, master!

……

History is always strikingly similar.

After a few years, when I came to the Big Buddha Temple again, the master once again knocked over people's tables.

twitching the corners of his mouth, Rong Heng said to the acting abbot, "I'm really sorry." ”、

With such a bear master, he is really heartbroken!

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