"Old man, I've got you dinner!"

Zhang Zifan walked into a simple room with a food box in his hand.

The lame veteran, or hemiplegia veteran by now, is humming and chirping in bed.

Zhang Zifan's parents died of the plague, and it was this old Taoist priest who picked him up and raised him on the mountain.

"Why don't you have any chicken to eat tonight!"

Although he was paralyzed in bed, Lao Dao's upper body could still move.

Looking at the plain dishes in the food box, he couldn't help but complain, "How good it was before, I had chicken thighs to eat every day, and it was really a bird in my mouth for the past two days!"

"Gotcha, love to eat or not!"

Zhang Zifan looked at the food box and waved it to the old Taoist, and then went to massage the old Taoist by himself.

"Hey, is it because the crane meat is not delicious, or is it because Chen Guo has suffered a disaster? Why do I think that the treatment of our sect is getting more and more reduced. ”

The old Taoist priest flattened his mouth, and finally began to eat, while eating, he muttered: "When I was so old as you, we had three meals a day in Baihemen, how ......could it be like now?"

"I heard from the pig-headed steward that Baihemen gradually declined because there were too many people like you who ate white rice like the old man in the past?"

"Phew, that pig farmer knows a lot of, I was younger, but...... But ......"

The old Taoist priest didn't come out for a long time.

After raising chickens all his life, he didn't even have a chicken head, so he really has nothing to be proud of.

The old man snorted and ate the rice, looking a little annoyed.

Zhang Zifan didn't care about him, he took care of his body by himself, massaged him again, and turned around to leave.

"You wait. ”

The old Taoist priest suddenly stopped him, and out of nowhere he found a dirty money bag, and said: "Your kid has stolen so many chickens, and he will definitely not be able to hide it after a few days of verification. ”

Zhang Zifan was stunned, sure enough, has he seen through the matter of stealing chickens?

Ahem, well, anyone can see through it.

However, Zhang Zifan did not reach out to pick up the money bag.

He waved his hand and turned to leave, "You can keep this bit of silver, and it will still be useful to prepare a coffin for you when the time comes." ”

"Phew!" Lao Dao scolded, "You little rabbit just don't expect Lao Dao to be good, I have to live for ten or eight years, at least I see you get a wife!"

"Hmph, ten years and eight years, you think beautifully!" Zhang Zifan's voice became farther and farther away, and finally he couldn't hear it.

Holding the food box, the angry expression on Lao Dao's face gradually disappeared, replaced by a smile of relief.

Patting his thigh, which had begun to shrink, his sigh was inaudible: "Hey, I'm already a waste old man, why bother......"

......

Back in his cabin, Zhang Zifan went to the backyard to take a look.

Hongjun's master and apprentice pretended to be forced to go, and the small courtyard now seemed a little deserted.

In order to restore oxygen and not produce any troublesome mutations during the time when Hongjun was in the world, Zhang Zifan adjusted the time flow rate of the small courtyard world to 30,000 times.

That is, one day in the real world, which is equivalent to nearly a hundred years in the world of the small courtyard.

This time flow rate is enough for the reproduction of cyanobacteria.

But for the evolution of species, it is too short, too short.

Today's small courtyard is divided into four areas by the river and the middle road, that is, four wild areas.

Zhang Zifan called it the four major continents, namely Dongsheng Shenzhou, West Niuhe Continent, South Ganbu Continent, and North Julu Continent.

Since yesterday, life has been born in the endless sea between Nanzhan Buzhou and Dongsheng Shenzhou, and has multiplied and grown.

As a result of an eternal night catastrophe, life in the entire sea area was wiped out nine times out of ten.

Only the creatures in Xiaolongkeng, that is, Penglai Bay, have survived the most due to the brilliance of the heavenly fire.

Penglai Bay is in the southern part of the Endless Sea, adjacent to Hongjun's Buzhoushan Dojo.

Therefore, at this moment, among the four major continents, the southern Zhan continent took the lead in prospering.

All kinds of dormant and lingering amphibians began to land on Nanzhan Buzhou.

The sessant species of cyanobacteria are also slowly spreading to land.

Moreover, Zhang Zifan soaked in nutritious children's urine, although it was a 360-degree wide-angle shower, Nanzhan Buzhou was still close to the water and received the most moisture.

With abundant nutrients, vast space, and abundant daylight, all kinds of creatures have ushered in the best times and have multiplied rapidly.

Compared with the thriving Nanzhan Buzhou, Dongsheng Shenzhou's recovery rate is much slower.

Now, most of the day has passed, and there is only a little bit of green along the coastline.

As for Beiju Luzhou and Xihe Niuzhou, it was still dead silence at this time, and there was not even a single living thing.

......

As the days passed, it was time for the inspection.

The Baihemen family has a great business, and the property of Zhuyuan must be inspected regularly, so as not to have small people fishing in troubled waters, damaging the public and private interests, and harming the interests of the sect.

But on the eve of the inspection, a powerful news spread in the White Crane Gate like wings.

Three days later, King Chen will go to Heming Mountain in person and visit Baihemen.

This is a big thing, just an inspection, naturally not even a fart.

Unlike the two ancestors who cultivated to Tongtian and dared to assassinate the Tang Crown Prince, the White Crane Gate was in the Chen Kingdom, and it was simply a scum-like existence.

Baihemen's fist product, the sauce marinated crane meat, reads: It is rumored that the first Chen Wang went to Heming Mountain, and he gave a thumbs up and croaked after eating crane meat, which is completely made up.

That is, relying on the loose politics of Chen Guo and the benevolence of the monarch, it is just a matter of playing side balls.

Baihemen, a sect with no influence of more than ten miles and eight towns, has intersected with the royal family.

After repeatedly confirming the news to the herald who came to the royal capital, the master of the White Crane Gate, He Cangtian, was overjoyed, and hurriedly ordered:

The affairs of the whole sect are all put on hold, and all the disciples of the sect will immediately carry out a large-scale cleaning, large-scale investigation, and large-scale sorting activities, and it is necessary not to let His Majesty King Chen see a single speck of dust in the White Crane Gate.

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