Chapter 290: The Monk Who Eats Pig's Trotter

Po Jun knew that this matter was very problematic, so big that his shoulders might not be able to bear it.

Therefore, he had a very correct attitude, and he also seriously organized his words, converted today's transaction into text in detail, and respectfully sent it to Tu Shangqian for review.

This process is actually very tossy and awkward, and there is still a big difference between civilian and military positions.

"You mean, Chenxi and Qingluan happened to be there at that time, and they happened to know Zhang Wudi, so they didn't know what purpose they were here?"

The writing of the broken army is a bit poor, especially in the description of the problem.

He is an old monster in the rivers and lakes, the kind that can take one step and see three steps, can it be simple?

He had already seen some ...... in the letters of the broken army Defect.

"Yes!"

"So you didn't name him, you just told him with a dumb riddle?"

"Yes!"

"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" Tu Shangqian also thought that there was something wrong in other aspects, that was human nature, after all, if you can't talk about it for the first time, you can talk about it a second time.

After all, shopping malls are also unpredictable, and no one knows the result until the end, and sometimes even the result may be reversed even if they know it.

But Pojun is not convinced!"Didn't you say you wanted to be subtle?"

Tu Shangqian: "......"

Tu Shangqian really wanted to say, you are really a stubborn stone in a pit, you are good for nothing but stinky and hard, you don't know how to be flexible, you can't see the real situation clearly.

"What I'm talking about is some tactfulness in the details of cooperation, like I'm going to say that you ate today, but can you say it directly? It's too ugly, so I have to use a more tactful way to narrate, so that the other party can accept it and not be disgusted. ”

"Then how do you talk about eating tactfully?" Po Jun was very serious and very humble to ask for advice.

Tu Shangqian: "......"

This winter melon is estimated to be difficult to get to the bottom of it, and it is also difficult to turn around, he knows what Zhang Tianlong is.

Don't talk about him, even if you change your own estimates, you won't be stupid enough to break the army.

So Tu Shangqian simply didn't come back, waiting for you to fend for yourself.

The most critical questions are...... He also didn't know how to express the topic of eating in a subtle way.

Pojun waited for a long time without replying, and patiently sent a letter to ask.

He is not really a middle two, but a metaphor for the unhappiness of slaughtering thousands of people, or his attitude, and even thinks that he is credulous in his teachings today.

You know that this is a big deal for the Blue Dragon Gang.

You know that Lao Tzu is a big girl and goes on the sedan chair for the first time.

You know how to do it on this occasion.

But you didn't say any of this, no problem, you are jealous that my ideas are bolder than yours and have a future than you.

You are afraid that in the future I will sit higher than you and go farther than you.

Yes, you're afraid.

So, you're cheating on me!

Po Jun was annoyed, he just wanted to ask you how smooth Tu Shangqian could say about eating.

This is poison in itself, and you can still tell him that he is a life-saving elixir?

No matter how slick the wording is, you can't change his essence!

Tu Shangqian also has a headache and is ashamed, why don't you use other metaphors, just such a dirty word?

Is it just because he is upset in his heart that he deliberately squeezes it?

Tu Shangqian didn't dare to reply, and he didn't know how to reply.

So he chooses to be silent, he chooses to avoid, but he himself does not consider his actions to be shady.

Instead, he thinks that this is a dragon that sees the head but does not see the end.

Rather, I think "I don't bother to talk to you", I'm dirty.

Po Jun wiped out all the wine and food on the table alone, and his head was a little dizzy, this was on the top of the alcohol, and he was also slaughtered thousands of Tianlong Qi.

The future!

It's a distressing thing.

"Yes, all of this is the funeral night, it is all caused by the funeral night, if it weren't for him, Qingluan and Chenxi wouldn't be here today, so the source of everything is you, the funeral night, I want you to die, I want you to die!"

............

The river is rolling, and the green mountains are always there.

The bone flute emits melodious and poignant notes, which is ...... "It Doesn't Matter".

It's very nice and sad, maybe it's caused by the special rhythm of the bone flute!

Huh? Those are two thrushes, and they ...... I'm crying.

Yes, Sakurako saw two thrushes on the branches, and they ...... Hug each other and cry.

It's hell, it's too anthropomorphic, and it's too scary.

When the bone flute stopped, Sakurako looked up at the thrushes on the branches again, they ...... flew.

One faces south and one faces north.

Is it a declaration of war against love, or is it a cynicism about all the feelings in the world?

Sakurako was very surprised, because the man in front of her who disgusted her was working miracles.

He...... Can really break up two birds that love each other, he is...... Third!

"You...... I'm really out of love!" Sakurako asked.

Funeral Night shook his head: "I'm not out of love, I'm lost in soul." Sakurako, have you ever been betrayed by your most trusted person?"

Sakurako thought for a while and said, "Yes, not long ago, I trusted someone very much, and when the flying knife came, I was still making a gesture to push him, I was protecting, but he betrayed me, and only slipped away first." ”

"Forehead......" Funeral Night had a dark face, and he didn't want to continue discussing the topic.

"This man has betrayed me many times, in fact he has used me more than once or twice to block the sword......"

"Okay Sakurako, can you stop talking?"

"Why didn't I say it, I was betrayed, what else can't I say?"

"What about you...... Go ahead!"

On the night of the funeral, he waved his whip lightly and rode forward on the horse sent by Wang Xiaosong.

He didn't listen to Sakurako's voice, not on purpose, but he was thinking about something, why did the ghost hand betray him?

What good is it for him to do so?

Inherit the ghost night flower?

Impossible, the reincarnation gate is still standing!

Funeral night can't figure it out, he really wants to pass the book and ask the ghost hand, but in the end he didn't, this is a very serious question, and it should be pried open in the most formal way.

So he was going to ask in person.

Why, exactly?

The trip is not lonely, and there are many people who come and go on this road, some from the east of the city to the south of the city, and some from the south of the city to the east of the city.

Everyone walks a different path with different dreams, and everyone is trying to light the lamp of their own future.

The great monk was happy to eat a pig's trotter in one hand, he didn't care about the eyes of passers-by, and he didn't care about the world's evaluation of him.

The Buddha said that he would not be dizzy, but the monk said that it was the rivers and lakes, and if he didn't eat a little dizzy, he would have the strength to kill.

What an interesting monk.

There doesn't seem to be a temple in the neighborhood, he was the first monk he saw on the night of the funeral, and he laughed like Maitreya when he laughed, very happy!

It may be that the funeral night looked at him twice because of curiosity, and the monk also gave a friendly look back, and handed the piece of pig's trotter that he had eaten half of the pig's trotter in his left hand to the funeral night.

The monk is a casual person! But this pig's trotter ...... Lao Tzu really can't eat it.

(End of chapter)