Zhao Ming approached the courtyard, glanced at the surrounding situation, and saw the room where the door was open, and jumped in with a flash. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

When he entered the door, Zhao Ming's eyes were dark, and he didn't react at once, and Zhao Ming bumped into something with a 'bang', Zhao Ming quickly stopped and adapted, so that he could see things clearly in the house.

Zhao Ming glanced at his feet and found that it was a crib, it was estimated that Zuo Zimu's guy felt that his son had affected his happy life and made such a crib for this little guy.

Zhao Ming didn't care about it, and walked directly to the bed in the back, under normal circumstances, if he wants to hide something, he will hide it under the bed, this is the experience that Zhao Ming has learned from watching TV series for so many years, and his first goal is the bed.

However, after a while, Zhao Ming found that he was obviously wrong, and the entire bed was rummaged through by him, so he almost dismantled the bed, but it was not a hair...... Well, there are a few hairs......

Zhao Ming thought about it and rummaged through all the cabinets in the room that could hide things, but unfortunately there were some miscellaneous things inside, and even Zhao Ming turned out his belly pocket, but unfortunately he didn't turn out anything valuable.

"It's a fork, Zuo Zimu, that old guy is hiding very deeply......" Zhao Ming turned around again and looked around to see if there was a place where he could hide things, but this room was so big, he could see it all at a glance, although Zhao Ming didn't see it very clearly at night, but there were only a few things in this room, a cabinet, a bed, and a table of eight immortals, and then a few paintings hanging on the wall.

"Huh?" Zhao Ming looked at the painting on the wall and was stunned, you said that if you hang a painting in this bedroom, it must be a landscape painting or your own portrait or something, this actually hung a portrait of Zhang Zhong Kui, but this Zhao Ming is also curious, it is not that no one hangs a portrait of Zhong Kui in the room, after all, some people have done bad things or hope to have Zhong Kui's blessing, but people are also incense offerings, but Zhao Ming walked in and took a look, the hem of this portrait has no traces of being smoked by incense, and there is dust on it, if it is to be enshrined, how can it not be wiped often, it is obvious that this has not been touched for a long time There will be so much dust, Zhao Ming looked at other picture scrolls, found to be very clean, this painting is obviously deliberately not wiped to make people look ordinary, to make people take it lightly.

Moreover, in this era, people are still very afraid of ghost king-level figures like Zhong Kui, and they generally avoid them when they encounter them, and it is impossible to look at them carefully.

Zhao Ming looked at this portrait suspiciously, it didn't look like a famous painting or something like that, he thought about it and lifted the painting, but there was no mechanism or cave in the back where things could be placed.

Zhao Ming was really a little confused this time.

"Could it really be that this is just a statue of Zhong Kui with simple clothes? Could it be that this Zuo Zimu's taste is so heavy, and he likes to let Zhong Kui look at it when he does that? It is estimated that this Zhong Kui's eyes will be blinded by them. Thinking of this, Zhao Ming smiled and glanced at Zhong Kui's face, but then Zhao Ming was stunned.

Although he hadn't studied this Zhong Kui statue much in his previous life, no matter how strange he was, he also knew that there were two strands of pointed hairs on his head, no matter what, these two strands of hair on this Zhong Kui statue could not be changed, but Zhao Ming looked at the two strands of hair on this Zhong Kui statue How could it be so strange.

Zhao Ming glanced at Zhong Kui's head suspiciously.

"Could it be that these Zhong Kui have suffered from the rain?" Zhao Ming looked at the two bundles of hair that were lying down, and the more he looked at them, the more strange they became.

Zhao Ming couldn't find anything like that when he looked at this portrait, but Zhao Ming felt strange how he looked at the portrait, but he couldn't find the reason, so Zhao Ming took the portrait directly.

"Damn, what's the problem?" Zhao Ming took it, and he really couldn't see the whole picture, and after thinking about it, Zhao Ming rolled up the portrait and put it away.

"Forget it, take it back first, and return it to the house, there is not even a valuable thing in the room, so it will be regarded as trophies. ”

Thinking that Zhao Ming secretly glanced at the situation in the courtyard, and saw that no one was coming, she hurriedly dodged and ran out, she was not afraid of someone coming, but he didn't want to ruin his reputation (it wasn't good in the first place).

Zhao Ming didn't need to estimate anything else this time, he jumped over the wall directly, and rushed straight to the front all the way.

Jumping to the main hall, Zhao Ming thought about it and was still unwilling, this time he wanted to find Zuo Zimu to blackmail some good things by the way, but he ran away and got a broken painting back without getting anything, of course Zhao Ming was unwilling to leave like this.

After thinking about it, Zhao Ming walked to the backyard, returned to Zuo Zimu's room the same way, and saw that the young woman who had been knocked out before was still on the ground, Zhao Ming guessed that this should be Zuo Zimu's wife, even if it was not to give him a son, the weight was not light, and the corners of Zhao Ming's mouth hooked up a sinister smile.

Zhao Ming picked up the young woman and walked towards the place where he lived before, Zhao Ming only went to where it was a place to entertain guests, as for the side, hehe, even if the courtyard where the disciple lived.

Zhao Ming wanted Zuo Zimu to see what it means for yellow mud to fall into the crotch of his pants - it's not, it's.

It didn't take long for Zhao Ming to sneak into the disciple's courtyard, and looked at the courtyard by courtyard, but these people were either three or two living in one room, Zhao Ming was depressed, and he was not stupid, why did he huddle together without a room, could it be that he had a special habit?

But if Zhao Ming wants to blame this hat on Zuo Zimu's head, it can't be a few people together, everyone can see that it's fake, it can't be said that people are playing together, the taste is a bit heavy.

Zhao Ming secretly searched several yards, but did not find a suitable one.

Zhao Ming was a little anxious at this moment, he couldn't always hold such a young woman, and people were still half-dressed, how could he stand such a young man.

Zhao Ming hurriedly calmed down, and kept chanting: "Color is emptiness, and emptiness is color......"

Just leave Zhao Ming entered the next courtyard Zhao Ming's eyes lit up, this courtyard is a little different, how when, a little exquisite, this should not be an ordinary disciple's courtyard, Zhao Ming cautiously sneaked to the wall of a room and looked inside through the window, this room is not like what Zhao Ming saw before, there is only one bed in it, and there are two people sleeping on it.

Zhao Ming estimated that this should be a husband and wife, but it was not easy to blame himself, and other wives were sleeping next to him.

Zhao Ming thought about it, hugged the young woman and touched the next room again, just like that, Zhao Ming touched five rooms in a row, until the last one found a room, and only one person was the most in bed.

Zhao Ming glanced at the place under the man on the bed, smiled, gently pushed open the door and walked in, walked next to the guy, the man seemed to feel something, and was about to open his eyes, Zhao Ming pointed at his Yuquan acupoint, and now this guy's head was crooked, and he fell asleep completely.

Zhao Ming put the young woman in his hand inside this guy, thought about it and hugged the two face to face, and then left the house satisfied.

went out and closed the door with his hand, and turned to the two people on the bed with a sinister smile.

"Hehe, don't thank the little monk after waking up......" After speaking, he jumped out of the courtyard directly, and this time he flew directly to the front of the main hall, thinking about it, Zhao Ming didn't stop and walked directly down the mountain, he didn't want Zuo Zimu to see him at that time, although he didn't pay attention to Zuo Zimu's martial arts, but he couldn't stay in this way, which made people doubt themselves at that time, Zhao Ming's style of acting has always been ' Do good deeds without leaving a name', since Lao Zuo has been cuckolded, let him wear it tightly, let the fake become real, and then see what Lao Zuo still does.