Shen Feixue approached the courtyard, just when Gou Yuanyu was there, these people were still acting respectfully, but now that Gou Yuanyu is gone, these people have all changed.

It wasn't an ordinary look, a malicious look.

When these people were looking at Shen Feixue, Shen Feixue was also looking at them.

Although he didn't know why these people looked like this, he didn't pay attention to it.

In addition to him, there were seventeen people in the courtyard, and these seventeen people were divided into two major factions.

They occupy two corridors in the east and west of the courtyard, with sixteen people in the east and one person in the west.

Although they were all dressed the same, the man in the west stared at two even dark circles under his eyes, and his face was full of bruises, which let Shen Feixue know that there was no difference.

"New here?" When Shen Feixue approached the courtyard, among the sixteen people in the east, one of the leaders spoke.

The tone was frivolous, and the god (qíng) was exaggerated, as if he was eager to swallow Shen Feixue in one gulp.

"What's wrong?" Shen Feixue asked suspiciously.

"Come here!" the man hooked his hand at Shen Feixue.

I was about to go over, but I heard the bruised guy standing in the west corridor speak, and his tone was eager, "Don't go over, they're going to beat you." ”

Shen Feixue stopped, and looked at the two sides again.

What's going on?

Listening to the words of the man in the west, and looking at the man's condition, it seemed that he was telling the truth, but Shen Feixue still stopped.

"Damn, the old king called you over, didn't you hear?" one of the people in the corridor to the east had already roared.

"What did you do in the past?" asked Shen Feixue calmly.

"You don't want to come, do you!" The head of the man called the Great Old King was fierce and vicious, and led a group of people down the steps, "Then you stand still, Lao Tzu come here!"

A group of people rolled up their sleeves as they walked, and if they said they didn't do anything, no one would believe them.

Shen Feixue looked at the (shēn) suffer, there was a row of fences under the east steps, and the bamboo pieces were enough to deal with these people.

He wasn't afraid of fighting, but he didn't want to expose his share (shēn) either, so he had to use this bamboo piece.

Having made up his mind, he walked towards the fence.

"Yo he, you kid still dare to hide!"

", get him!"

"Close the door, close the door and beat the dog!"

A group of people shouted when they saw Shen Feixue take a step.

Of course, no one would have thought that Shen Feixue was going to get the bamboo piece.

After all, the bamboo chips that are almost rotten, children can use them to play at home, but as for really using them to resist, it is impossible to think about it.

Even the person in the corridor in the west thought the same, just because Shen Feixue wanted to escape, so he was in a hurry.

Seeing that the people of the Great Elder Wang were getting closer and closer to Shen Feixue, he hurriedly spoke: "Don't beat him, it's none of his business." ”

"If you say it's none of his business, it's none of his business, who are you?"

The big old king's face was full of disdain, and he shouted even more excitedly at the others, "Catch that guy!"

"Don't hit him, I'll do it. The people in the corridor to the west saw that they had no choice but to speak.

Seeing this, the eldest king sneered, and after stopping the person who was going to Shen Feixue (bī), he said to the person in the west corridor: "Don't say that Lao Tzu bullied you, just leave it to the two of you! Remember to bring us food when you come back, and then wash the clothes!"

After speaking, he led a group of people to the house.

At this time, Shen Feixue's hand had just been placed on the fence.

不 (jìn) is puzzled by the behavior of these people.

I was still going to fight and kill before, and I'm leaving now?

Although he was confused, he also knew that he was afraid that these people would draw themselves to the side of the man in the western hallway.

The man also walked down the steps, shrugged his shoulders, hung his head, and said pitifully: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have reminded you, but they will really beat you." ”

Shen Feixue didn't care about this, and asked, "What did he say to give it to us?"

The man pulled a large area outside the courtyard, "Sweeping the floor, pruning the branches, brushing the night pots in each room in the courtyard, etc., etc...... And later, you also know, bring them food and laundry. ”

"The two of us are doing all this?"

The man nodded aggrievedly.

"Then what are they doing?" Shen Feixue was even more strange.

"I'm probably sleeping, but when I have time, I also go to peek at other people's sword practice. ”

"Aren't they handymen?"

The man glanced at Shen Feixue strangely, "It's true that it's a handyman, but you can't see that it's bullying honest people so openly?"

Shen Feixue looked at the door where those people disappeared, and muttered, "I really haven't seen it, I'll go to them for comment." ”

Before the words fell, the hand on the fence was lifted, and a piece of bamboo was brought out.

"Forget it, that's what happened when I went. The man pointed to the bruises on his face and panda eyes, and persuaded: "And the matter (qíng) is too big, it will not be good for us, just endure it and it will pass." ”

Shen Feixue asked, "Can you bear this?"

"Yes!" the man nodded earnestly.

After three days here, three days were like this, and this morning I finally mustered up the courage to resist verbally, but I had to compromise because it involved others.

At this moment, there is still the slightest thought of resistance.

"Oh. ”

"My name is Yang Yong, brave brave, what about you?"

"Yu Lang. Shen Feixue said calmly.

"Look at your (shēn) board, you don't look like a person who does heavy and rough work, so you can take care of sweeping the floor and pruning the branches, and washing the night pot and so on. Yang Yong said, already walking towards the outside of the courtyard.

Shen Feixue nodded and walked out.

In fact, he is still curious, looking at Yang Yong's (shēn) board, Da Lao Wang is almost the same, but there are so many people, so they unite to target one person?

Moreover, he himself came to the scene without saying anything, and was looked at by those people with bad intentions for a long time, and finally wanted to find trouble.

After telling Yang Yong such doubts, Yang Yong smiled bitterly, "Actually, I also saw that you were brought by the official disciple of the Sword Pavilion, so I reminded you not to go over." ”

"Why?" asked Shen Feixue.

Yang Yong looked up at the sky slightly, and said with emotion: "Beggars will not envy those dignitaries and nobles who have big fish (ròu) every day, but they will be jealous because their companions ask for an extra steamed bun." ”

Although he is not a beggar, this description is not an exaggeration at all.

Because on the day he came, he was also personally sent in by an official disciple of the Sword Solving Pavilion.

This inevitably causes an imbalance in the minds of those people.

Retaliation, stepping under their feet, proving their presence, maybe that's what they're trying to do.

Shen Feixue, who was also sent in by an official disciple, in Yang Yong's opinion, would be bullied by the people of the Great Boss Wang without thinking about it.

"Understood. Shen Feixue nodded.

Since Yang Yong didn't care, he didn't bother to care. At this moment, in the name of work, I want to inquire about Zhang Min's news.

After the two of them left the side courtyard, they went their separate ways, Yang Yong carried the dung bucket, and each courtyard went to collect the night pots of those disciples, working hard, thinking that he would finish it as soon as possible, and go back to give the eldest king and those people a laundry reward, so as not to be beaten.

But not everyone is like him, Shen Feixue took a broom, had a legitimate reason, and wantonly went in and out of every courtyard.

Sweeping the floor is an excuse, but looking for Zhang Min is the truth.

It's a pity that there are no clues at all when I walk around the courtyards.

Not to mention Zhang Min, I didn't even see the shadow of a woman.

Thinking about things (qíng) in his heart, the broom in his hand waved in an irregular manner, and dust mixed with leaves rose in the courtyard.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

A cough sounded at the door of the courtyard, followed by a complaining voice: "How did you sweep the floor?"

Shen Feixue stopped, turned his head and looked, there were five people standing at the gate of the courtyard, the same costume as Gou Yuanyu who had picked him up before, the official disciples of the Sword Pavilion.

Before they could speak, the five people had already covered their mouths and noses and entered the courtyard.

"How did you sweep the floor?" The person at the head of the sword flew slantedly, and a pair of phoenix eyes were full of anger, and asked Shen Feixue.

Looking at the few people who were coming with great momentum, Shen Feixue asked calmly, "Is there a problem?"

This calm and calm demeanor made the five people stunned at the same time, and the person at the head was about to have a seizure, but he was pulled by the person next to him with a smile.

"Senior Brother Yuanshu, leave this kind of trivial matter to me. The man took a step forward as he spoke, pointed his two nostrils at Shen Feixue, and continued, "Do you know who this is? Sect Elder Liu Qingfeng's disciple grandson, you dare to talk to him like this!"

"And how do I talk to him?" Shen Feixue was as calm and relaxed as ever.

Two sentences in a row, all of them are like this.

Song Yuanshu is the most unhappy one, especially now. 本 (shēn) has a lot of troubles, and when he encounters this miscellaneous servant, he sweeps the floor and sweeps the dust all over the sky, and he intervenes to stop it, not only does he not repent, but he also acts as an indifferent god (qíng).

Is this what the current handymen look like?

What gave him courage?

This is the Divine Sword Villa Xie Jian Pavilion, you can't let him go down like this!

Just as he was about to have a seizure, another voice rang out in the hospital.

"Yu Lang, how are you ......?"

A handyman appeared from the door of the courtyard and ran towards him with a barrel in his hand.

While running, he said with a huff: "I'm sorry adults, he just arrived here today, he is not sensible, and he didn't mean to contradict a few adults." ”

When he had finished speaking, the man also ran to him and put down the barrel with the wooden lid in his hand.

As soon as Yang Yong appeared, Song Yuan's hand covering his mouth and nose was even more reluctant to let go.

You don't have to think about it to know what's inside the barrel.

"Yu Lang, hurry up and apologize to the adults. Yang Yong reminded Shen Feixue in a low voice.

Although I don't know what happened in the courtyard, in front of the official disciples of the Xie Sword Pavilion, just apologize.

"What apologies?"

Looking at Shen Feixue's serious appearance, Yang Yong even had the heart to strangle him, whether this was really not understood, or was there some other reason.

No matter what, Yang Yong didn't expect this person to apologize.

"Adults, it's our fault, I apologize to you on his behalf, I'm sorry for your ......" Yang Yong bowed his knees, and his body touched the barrel on the side of the barrel, revealing a little crack in the wooden lid.

Suddenly, the smell rose to the sky.

Even if Song Yuanshu and the others covered their mouths and noses, they could still smell it.

"Hurry up and leave!" said one of them, finally holding back.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Yang Yong made another series of bows, and after pulling Shen Feixue out of the hospital, he poured back and carried away the two wooden barrels containing countless people's excrement.

Until the two left for a long time, Song Yuanshu's brows did not loosen.

In the whole courtyard, there seems to be that disgusting sour smell.

"Senior Brother Yuanshu, as soon as that person appeared, I thought of a way to make that guy have no good fruit to eat. ”

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