Mao 18 thought that the old man in the house was a snake spirit, and he suddenly became cowardly, and the idea of killing the rich and helping the poor was dispelled for a while. When he was surprised, there was a sudden sound of footsteps, and Bao Houdao and Mao 18 both withdrew and hid in the dark. I saw that the Huizi who was good friends with Wei Chunfang strode towards the door, and Bao Houdao said, "Could it be that this time is also a snake spirit?" Damn, this deal has lost again! I saw that the son walked in directly without even knocking on the door, and said with a heartfelt smile: "Wei Chunfang likes such an impolite thing at first glance!" ”

Make sure no one is coming.

Bao Houdao re-posted it on the window to look at.

Mao Shibai lost his intention to kill, and repeatedly urged Bao Houdao to hurry up.

Bao Houdao has to take a closer look.

Through the hole licked on the window paper, Bao Houdao saw that after the son went in, he first exchanged a few polite words with the snake spirit old man, and then asked how the old man's leg was. The old man lifted the quilt, pointed to his leg and said: "Toslin's blessing, since listening to your suggestion, the old man sent someone to catch two giant dragons in the victory mountain, and nourished his legs with the yin of the giant dragons every day, the effect is indeed extraordinary, it has been much better, and this leg is no longer so hot!" Only then did Bao Houdao see that the old man was not a snake spirit, so he cut off the two pythons from his waist and put his legs in the belly of the giant python.

Bao Houdao patted his chest lightly and said secretly: "Fuck your ancestor, I almost didn't scare Lao Tzu to death!" ”

I saw that time again, I took out a big steamed bun from my sleeve.

Bao Houdao took a look, isn't this steamed bun the big fat monk's?

Why did you run away from him?

At that time, I didn't notice that he was taking the steamed bun when he came out of Lichun Courtyard.

Then I heard the son say: "Your legs originally needed to be raised in the belly of a snake for three or five years before you can go to the ground, but now you don't need them!" He pointed to the big steamed bun in his hand and said, "Today I saw a big baby thrown in the downtown area, I don't know where the master threw it on the side of the road?" If others don't know, I do! Bao Houdao said secretly: "Fool, broken steamed buns can be seen as treasures, you are really lacking in heart!" Then I heard the son say: "This steamed bun has spirituality, it is said that it has already cultivated its ability, but it has been beaten back to its original form, and the effect of eating it is much better than raising it in the snake's legs!" ”

Bao Houdao said secretly: "When the fat monk drops the steamed buns, Lao Tzu should throw them directly into the dung pit, and he doesn't want him to use them to deceive people!" ”

It is said that Huizi is shrewd.

I don't do anything all day long, and the things of the east are sold to the west for a profit.

Bao Houdao pondered: "How can steamed buns succeed, most likely this time they are cheating money!" "Secretly disdainful.

Mao Shiba's mind was already determined, and he repeatedly pulled Bao Houdao's sleeves to persuade him to leave, but he didn't dare to make a loud noise, and looked at Bao Houdao lying on the window and muttering. Mao 18 couldn't help but look at the window again, this time he understood what was going on, and said in his heart: "Damn, this old boy is unlucky, it's okay to put two big snakes on his legs, it's really kind, I almost didn't scare Lao Tzu to death, thanks to Brother Bao didn't leave, otherwise I would really think there was a snake demon in this life!" I thought again: "Fortunately, Lao Tzu is bold, if he is scared, he will really become a big resentment!" ”

Bao Houdao is waiting to see what magic this steamed bun has.

There was a crackle.

Mao Eighteen had already covered his face and broke in.

Mao Shibai showed two ruthless eyes, stood in front of the old man and Huizi murderously, and said sharply: "Take out the gold and silver treasures, if your hands and feet are half a step slower, see that Lao Tzu does not break your neck, quickly!" ”

The old man suddenly saw a robber rushing in, and trembled with fright.

The wind was light, and he slowly put the steamed bun into his sleeve, coldly picked up a lamppost and threw it at Mao Eighteen, and then hit Mao Eighteen with a palm. Bao Houdao hid outside the window, and he could feel that there was a yin energy in the palm of the hand. Mao Eighteen avoided the situation, and suddenly pulled out two elbow knives from his legs, lay down on the spot, and slashed at the legs of the Huizi in unison. That time, he didn't dodge or dodge, and was slashed by Mao Eighteen, only to hear two crashes.

Two cups of elbow knives were severed from the bracers in unison.

Mao 18 snorted: "Good boy, you can actually know the kung fu of the golden bell jar!" ”

That time, his eyes were shining, and he grabbed Mao Eighteen with both hands and claws.

Bao Houdao saw that something was wrong, Mao Shibai was obviously not the opponent of that time, and quickly hid in the shade.

I only heard Mao 18 shouting in the house: "Hurry, run!" ”

Then I heard the son hum and say, "Run, did you run?" ”

Bao Houdao said: "Grandma is a bear, these people recruited by Wei Chunfang are so fucking evil at first glance, obedient, it seems that Wei Chunfang's little fresh meat grimace Bao Tie will definitely not be able to eat it, if he doesn't withdraw now, when will his grandmother stay?" Bao Houdao was about to climb over the wall and leave the hospital, only to hear the old man shouting loudly in the house: "Come on, come on, there are robbers, there are robbers, there are robbers, ......" The voice just fell, Bao Houdao didn't hide his rope, only heard a muffled sound, Mao 18 was beaten out of the yard from the window, lying on the ground and humming.

The more anxious Bao Houdao was, the more he couldn't climb this high wall.

Bushes hiding in a panic.

This bush was red all over, and Bao Houdao lay down in it and didn't dare to move.

After a while.

A lot of people rushed over with torches in a hurry.

Only then did Bao Houdao see that there was a red leaf barberry beside him, which was matching the lama robe he was wearing, and he really couldn't see anyone lying on his stomach at a glance, and Bao Houdao was secretly proud. Suddenly, the old man said: "Take this robber down and hand it over to the government to deal with it heavily, alas, this guy has beaten Slin to death!" Mao Eighteen was lying on the ground, as if he was seriously injured, but he didn't spit out a word. Bao Houdao was afraid that he would recruit his comrades, so he secretly sweated until the person holding the torch dragged away the corpse of the Huizi, and Mao Eighteen was out of sight, so Bao Houdao settled down.

Very confused.

Mao Eighteen's performance in the house, Wan is not the opponent of that Huizi, how can he beat Huizi to death?

Bao Houdao was puzzled.

But this time the son died.

Wei Chunfang should have thrown herself into her arms.

I also made Bao Houdao happy, no, no, I thought for a while and stole the big steamed buns of the great monk, although I didn't understand what the steamed buns did, I still couldn't cheapen others. When everything around had stopped, Bao Houdao tiptoed to the window, only to see the old man sigh long. Tearing off a piece of skin from his face, he said to himself, "Finally waiting for the opportunity!" Bao Houdao saw clearly, there was an old man, it turned out that the old man wore the skin of the old man and replaced his identity, and the "Huizi" who died turned out to be the old man.

I saw that the son grabbed a broken python with one hand and bit it hard.

Bao Houdao didn't dare to look down.

I didn't dare to worry about the big monk's steamed buns anymore, so I ran over the wall.

In the past few days, Bao Houdao has stopped, and he rarely shows up, worried that Mao Shibai will not be able to withstand the torture after going to prison, once he confesses himself.

Mao 18 wants to confess him.

When he was caught, he confessed.

Bao Houdao thief has a weak heart, so he has to guard against it, the lama robe he wears is too eye-catching. This short time quietly inquired about the real matter of the bag.

The mud cow entered the sea, and there was no news at all.

After more than half a month, I didn't hear the news of the arrest of the lama in Yangzhou.

Bao Houdao dared to show up slowly.

This time I came to Lichun Courtyard, as soon as Bao Houdao entered the door, the turtle man greeted him with a smile, and said with a smile: "Bao Ye, Bao Ye, the little one can be regarded as looking forward to you!" The turtle man covered his mouth with one hand and whispered: "Master Bao, Chunfang's good friend hasn't been here for more than ten days, and I don't know where he died." Chunfang didn't pick up customers for a short time, and cried in the house every day. The little messenger inquired, and heard that the son lived in Nalan Mansion, and one night a Jiangyang thief came. You said that it was a coincidence that you just killed Chunfang's good look! Oh, oh, it seems to be the night when Bao Ye last drank! ”

Bao Houdao laughed twice and said: "Set a table for the master today, Lao Tzu wants to eat fast!" ”

The old mother of Lichun Courtyard saw Bao Houdao, her face had already bloomed, and she said with a smile: "Master Bao, I have already seen it, you are the one who loves Chunfang the most in the world." I said, this Chunfang is really, ignore you as a big god of wealth, but what kind of little white face are you looking for, that thing, old lady, I know at a glance that he is not a long-lived person! ”

Bao Houdao said: "Mother, if you hadn't sent Wei Chunfang to receive the mansion, how could there be so many things, go to your grandma!" ”

The old mother held Bao Houdao high for a while, got a big silver ingot, and went upstairs with a smile.

Immediately afterwards, two large teapots urged Wei Chunfang to open the door.

Wei Chunfang did not pick up customers for a long time.

The old mother guarded Bao Houdao, such a big god of wealth, she could let it go, and after a few moments, Wei Chunfang's door was knocked open.

Bao Houdao didn't eat anymore, and walked upstairs with a smile. I saw Wei Chunfang sitting in front of the bed crying like a tearful person, and her glasses were swollen like steamed buns, Bao Houdao walked over gently, and said with a smile: "Miss Chunfang's thoughts, small, small, the little monk understands, it's not Bao Ye, I speak straight, and the ones that Miss Chunfang meets are not serious people, and they don't live long with long hair!" Wei Chunfang didn't say a word, Bao was kind and reasonable, and he put a bed with a big and small reason, no hair on his head, and said the words of a monk.

It took a long afternoon for Wei Chunfang to burst into tears and laugh.

But it's a pleasure to be kind.

Bao Houdao walked out of the door and threw seven or eight large ingots into the hall.

Sitting on the ground, clasping his hands together and chanting silently: "Amitabha, the Guanyin Bodhisattva of great compassion, the Guanyin Bodhisattva who saves suffering, my Buddha is like a Buddha, there is no pure world in a lifetime, if the dust is like earth, Lao Tzu fought a few monsters, fought a few demons, and finally ......" recites a pillar of incense time. Wei Chunfang's face changed fast enough, holding Bao Houdao's shoulders with both hands, and said with a smile: "The master's kindness to the little woman is deeper than the sea, the little woman is in her eyes, and the little woman has nothing to reciprocate, so she has to promise herself!" As he spoke, he slammed the door shut.

Even dragged the trail and pressed the kindness to the side of the bed.

Bao Houdaowan didn't expect Wei Chunfang to be so enthusiastic.

I couldn't help but blush.

The prayer scriptures in the mouth, the emotion, and the humming outward.

Where does Wei Chunfang want to listen to him chanting the scriptures, he has almost broken his body for more than ten days.

The little lips came up without hesitation.

Bao Houdao buried his head in a low voice, and said with a red face: "Miss Chunfang, don't worry, don't worry, it's not too late for the little monk to read the last scripture, my scripture is to commemorate this hard-won love, wait, wait for ......" There was already a crisp hand covering his mouth, and Bao Houdao only heard a sweet voice in his ears: "Master, little girl, I have long seen that when you look at me, your eyes turn like beads." You are making a big fuss in this Lichun Courtyard three times in and three out, you can't stop it for a long time, what are you chanting, come on, haha! ”

Bao Houdao closed his eyes and thought: "It's not easy for her grandmother, Lao Tzu is finally looking forward to this moment!" ”

Suddenly, Wei Chunfang pushed the bag and asked with a red face: "Master, do you have a kind?" ”