Chapter 22: The Three Monks
He touched his waist, winked at Qianjun, and said with his mouth: Secret.
"Okay, I know you're the show, and you bleached yourself out of the flour."
Qianjun waved her hand indifferently and exposed it in one bite.
"Hmph, stinky boy, what about keeping it a secret for the old man? If you don't say it, if I don't say it, then who will know how old I am, and when I was young, I beat the king and even beat myself! ”
He Lao turned his head away, wiping his beard, quite like a fairy, but the words he said made people laugh.
"You say whatever you say, I've recorded the video, but I don't know when it's better to send it."
Qian Jun waved the extra videotape in his hand, and while raising his eyebrows at He Lao, he shook the videotape in his hand seductively in front of him.
"Hehe, what kind of Qianjun, who do you say are with whom? Look at this ......."
He Lao looked like a good brother, put his arm around Qianjun's shoulder, and was about to get the videotape in Qianjun's hand.
"Don't want to bribe the master, I can't accept your bribes in my life, teach you the videotape, unless you play with me with a few tons of spirit stones."
Qianjun's eyes were bright, and she refused to ask again.
"Spirit stones? How many more tons? You are an old man who opens a spiritual stone wholesale store! ”
He Lao, who was angry and glared at him, used a force on his hand, and his beard was pulled off a few by himself.
"Lingshi doesn't have it, but I can easily let you pass the level of my son, you just need to listen to me tell a story."
In the choice of accepting Li Bai as an apprentice and wandering in the pile of thousands of spirit stones, Qianjun bit her silver teeth, held her chest with difficulty, and endured the pain of cutting her love.
Spirit stones can be available at any time, but Li Bai can't be recovered at any time
"I'll tell you a story about three monks, you listen to it, and then summarize it."
He Lao put away the grinning expression on his face and said with a straight face.
"Isn't it that once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple on the mountain, and there were three monks in the temple? I know. ”
She rolled her eyes at the sky, grabbed He Lao's beard and kneaded it.
"It's not the same ......"
He Lao twitched the corners of his mouth and snatched his battered beard with his backhand.
Once upon a time there was a mountain with two wooden fish on it, but there were no monks.
"There are obviously three monks, why only have two wooden fish."
After a little thought, she presented what was on her mind.
"That's not because one of the monks doesn't need Muyu, in order to practice the legendary iron head skill, he endured the pain of attacking his bare head."
He Lao took the pork leg from nowhere and knocked it on Qianjun's head at once.
"It's kind of fake."
snatched the attack with one hand, took a bite with hatred, and chewed frantically.
For example, the old man who had been robbed of his favorite toy widened his eyes and stared at Qianjun for a long time.
"Hmph, you have to believe it, it's a fact."
finally snorted coldly, deliberately not looking at the pork leg he had just taken out.
On this day......
The great monk touched his chin, and he didn't know what to think.
"Today's warm sun is shining, auspicious, suitable for travel, hunting."
Suddenly, he clapped his hands, swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and looked at the two junior disciples with righteous words, and the great monk spoke unhurriedly.
"Monks also hunt for beauty?"
Qianjun stared at He Lao with the expression that you are sure you are not making me laugh.
"Those three are fake monks! They just waved their knives from the palace. ”
He Lao bared his teeth with a toothpick and gave a standard answer without much care.
"It's three werewolves!"
She swallowed her saliva with difficulty, forgiving her for not being able to imagine three normal men, holding kitchen knives and enduring the pain.
One size fits all, one knife is numb, one knife is critical, and one knife becomes the picture of the chief eunuch......