Shuai Guo immediately ran outside Hua Xiangrong's other courtyard.

The door was closed, and he pushed hard, but he didn't push it open, and he used the internal force, and with one palm, he broke the wooden bar behind the door, and walked in with anger.

Hua Xiangrong is in the courtyard, sipping tea.

Click!

The door was forced open.

She looked at the handsome pot and said unhappily: "Don't you have hands? Don't you have a mouth? You won't shout, you pay. ”

Shuai Guo didn't expect her to be at home, thinking that she had run away, and said, "If you don't say hello, you will take my silver and leave, isn't that okay?"

Hua Xiangrong patted his forehead and said, "I forgot, I forgot, I'm sorry." ”

"Since the misunderstanding has been resolved, what about the silver?" Shuai Guo stretched out his hand.

Hua Xiangrong smiled and said, "As soon as we meet, we will talk about silver, vulgarity, come and drink tea." And handed him a cup of tea.

Shuai didn't take the pot, so he looked at her directly, "My hand, now I only accept silver." ”

Hum!

And threw the teacup on the ground, and took out a few silver tickets from his arms, "Here you go." And threw it to him.

Shuai Guo was quick-eyed, caught the silver ticket, like a baby, held it in his hand, counted it carefully, once, twice, three times, put it in his arms, and said angrily: "Why is it only three hundred taels ......?"

"A total of fifteen thousand taels, fifteen golden tickets, even if it is twenty-eight points, I should get three golden tickets, how did it become three silver tickets. ”

Hua Xiangrong was embarrassed and said, "There are so many left." ”

Shuai Guo asked, "What about the silver?"

"Spent. ”

"Where are the flowers?" Shuai Guo will not give up if he doesn't figure it out, this is not a small amount, and the brothers will turn against each other because of it.

"You come with me....."

Hua Xiangrong took the handsome pot to the slums, outside a private school, the sound of children reading spread outside the house, "There are friends from afar, and it is also pleasant....... excited.

Hearing the sound of reading, she showed a smile and said, "I will slowly return your silver." ”

Children in the slums cannot afford to go to private schools.

Shuai Guo wanted to say, what do you take, but when the words came to his mouth, he didn't say it, although he was a killer, his heart was not cold.

"Forget it. "Shuai Guo also understands that the silver can't be returned.

"Gone. After speaking, he turned around and left very freely, and Hua Xiangrong looked at his back and smiled lightly.

......

Shuai Guo, covering his chest with his hands, four words, his heart is bleeding, his heart is remorseful, two thousand seven hundred taels, nearly three golden tickets, you, you, what are you pretending to be free and easy, what do you say, forget it, you don't look at it, you still have a large family to raise.

In the hospital.

The white old ghost, the roaring dog, and the little monk sat on the stone bench and looked at the door.

Why haven't you come back yet?

At this time, I saw the handsome pot covering his chest and walking in a little trance.

glanced at the two people and a dog sitting on the stone bench, ignored it, and walked to his room.

The old white ghost stood up, patted him on the shoulder, and asked with concern, "What's the matter, the lost soul is injured." Glancing at his chest.

Shuai Guo was shocked, remembering that he had three hundred taels of silver tickets in his arms, and he must not let him see it, otherwise, it would be a meat bun beating a dog, and there would be no return.

"I'll show you......" After saying that, he had to pick off his clothes and check if he was injured.

Shuai Guo took a step back, pulled away, and said, "Grandpa Bai, I'm fine." ”

The old white ghost looked at him a few times and said, "Since it's okay, why don't you go cook quickly, you want to starve me to death." And pointed to the howling dog, "Look at what you have starved this dog into, and it has lost weight." ”

The Howling Dog nodded.

Shuai Guo glanced at the roaring dog, it was still very round, and it was thin. But he couldn't say this, so he silently walked to the kitchen and cooked on the fire.

In this room of people and dogs, the white old ghost can't cook, and the little monk can only make porridge.

And the whistling dog, a dog, what else can you expect it to do.

"I'm so tired from work, and I have to serve the little one, the old one, and the dog every day, alas, ....."

After dinner, I went back to my room and meditated.

'Getaway', the old man passed on to him, he has been cultivating for a long time, except for perceiving the rhythm of life, he has not found any other use. But recently, he found that he could see in the dark without using 'thoughts', although it was still very vague, but at least, he could see.

This made him interested in cultivating.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and the night of murder.

Killing people in the night, with a pair of eyes that can see in the night, it will be much easier to kill people and run away.

It operated for a few weeks and stopped cultivating.

Then, I subconsciously touched my chest, and the silver ticket, often touched, will make people feel a sense of steadiness.

How does it feel like the touch is different from the previous touch.

And put his hand in, empty, empty!

"What about the silver ticket, the silver ticket is gone. Shuai Guo jumped up, feeling like the sky was falling.

He patted his head and tried to think that when he was cooking, he was still there. After eating, it's still there. It's during the time I returned to the room.,I haven't touched it.,It should be this time of not seeing.。

It may have been dropped in the house, he rummaged through the house, and found a few stinky socks, but he didn't find the silver ticket.

And the little monk brought a basin of hot water, walked in, put it on the ground, and said, "Big brother, you have finished meditating." "Shuaiguo's practice is meditation in his eyes.

Shuai Guo asked anxiously, "Little novice, are you on the ground, did you see the silver ticket?"

The little monk shook his head and said, "Big brother, have you lost your silver ticket?" and want to go with him to find it, Shuai Guo said forget it, and went out to find it by himself.

I searched around, but I couldn't find it.

No, where did Grandpa Bai go?

Maybe I went out for a walk, but I didn't think much about it, and when I got back to the room, I remembered that something was wrong and ran out quickly.

Where will Grandpa Bai go?

Hundred Flowers Pavilion.

The old ghost came to the door, was stopped by the doorkeeper, and saw this old man every day, a poor ghost, also so old, and always wanted to come to the kiln, and only looked for flowers, you thin arms and legs, have you stood it?

And said, "Go, go, go....." to drive him away.

The old white ghost straightened his waist, took a hundred taels of silver tickets, and said loudly, "Master, I have money today." ”

The guard bent down and said respectfully, "Master, please inside." ”

The old white ghost was very satisfied with his attitude, touched it from his arms, took out two copper coins, took out a penny, gave it to the guard, and said, "Reward you." ”

The guard kept a smile and said, "Thank you, Lord, for the reward." He scolded in his heart, it's really picking, it's just a penny.

When I entered the door, I shouted, "Like a flower, I want to be like a flower." ”

Ruhua lived up to expectations, walked out, hugged the old white ghost, and said with a smile, "Master Bai, you are here, the slave family misses you so much." ”

"My little flower, so am I. ”

The two of you are nong, I am nong.

Song couldn't whistle and came to the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, but as soon as he walked in, he saw such a heavy scene, and his heart was only disgusted, and said: "Two, can you go to the room and kiss me." ”

The old white ghost was talking to Ruhua about love, and was interrupted, and he was angry, and said, "It's your business." ”

"Old fellow, you're looking for death. Song was powerless, feeling young and strong, and when he stepped forward, he was about to smoke the white old ghost, but he was kicked on the trousers by the white old ghost, and the painful Song was unable to lie on the ground and screamed. The old bustard came out, why did he still fight. And helped Song up and said, "Song Gongzi, are you okay?"

"You, old fellow, you're, actually..... You wait for me......" But looking at the eyes of the old white ghost, afraid that he would kick again, he couldn't say anything cruel, and left in disgrace.

It didn't take long.

The handsome pot also came to the Hundred Flowers Pavilion.

and walked in, several women surrounded him, very enthusiastic, "Little brother, are you here....." Weak and boneless, leaning on him.

Shuai Guo said: "I don't have any money." ”

This sentence is too lethal.

Those women, with a straight face, didn't say a word, far away from him, said in their hearts, there is no money, you go to the Qinglou with a fart, and report this to the bustard.

When the old bustard heard the news, he was a little angry, he still went to the Qinglou without money, and played with me, thinking in his heart that if he really didn't have any money, he would definitely teach him a lesson.

And Shuai Guo was looking around, trying to find the trace of the white old ghost.