High Energy Warning Ahead: Please do not read this chapter before or during eating!

High Energy Warning Ahead: Please do not read this chapter before or during eating!

High Energy Warning Ahead: Please do not read this chapter before or during eating!

Zaron Suoza and Gesang Yuzha walked out of the Fengjiao Hall and touched the backyard along the way. The www.biquge.info of the pen fun pavilion is the wonderful time of the conference, and even the disciples of the Lingjiao Sect have already gone to observe the competition of "Argument on Skills". There was no one to stop the two of them along the way.

"Do you really think that person is Jian Mingyuan?"

"Of course not! He's the guy with the tattoo. I recognized his back. He must have been here, and that road could only lead to the backyard of the Wind Jiao Temple. ”

Zaron touched both sides of the rockery and followed Gesang out of the rockery: "Nothing." No hiding, no hidden compartments, no traps. In this courtyard, except for this slightly larger rockery, it is simply unobstructed. After speaking, Zaron spread his hands: "There are only ten toilets left." Would you like to go in and have a look?"

Before he could finish speaking, Gesang had already pushed open the wooden door of the first latrine. A stench gushed out slightly, and the smoked Zaron blinked twice, stepped back again and again, covered his nose, and looked at the contents of the latrine.

The latrine is covered with neat wooden planks on three sides, and the space inside is very small, only four feet square. In the center of the ground is a tiger-headed toilet, and on the left wall are hung a few bamboo boards to wipe the buttocks. In the corner on the right, leaning against a "-stirring stick", it is used to clean the toilet.

He watched as Gesang picked up a piece of plan, weighed it twice in his hand, and then put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it lightly, and couldn't help but sneer.

"Whew~!"

The two of them stood downwind, and were looking, when a gust of wind rose, and the stench gushed out through the wind.

"Poof, what is there to find in the latrine?" said Zaron, watching Gesang silently pick up the-stirring stick next to him and reach into the toilet. Seeing his arms stir up and down, the strange smell in the air became more and more obvious.

"Oh~" A rich fragrance came to the wind, and Zaron was so uncomfortable that his throat was spicy without warning. He hurriedly ran to the wall and held on to the wall in disgust. He vomited twice, and was about to speak, when he saw that Gesang had already lifted the-stirring stick in the air, and the brown and yellow stuff on it slowly dripped down the-stirring stick back to the toilet.

This time, he couldn't suppress his emotions anymore, and even vomited bile.

"It doesn't look like there's one in this!"

After Gesang finished speaking, he opened the wooden door of the second latrine.

On the Fengjiao Palace, a puff of green smoke slowly floated out of the small incense tripod on the stage.

The "music theory" theory has ended, and now it is the "incense making" competition, five schools came to the stage, three from the "six senses" lineage, one from the "green seedlings", and one is the "square skill" giant.

"The fragrance of the previous sister is complex and skillful, although it smells good and uplifts the spirit. But the rhyme is too strong, and the amount of main incense is too much, which is really not a good work. The little woman is not talented, and carefully concocted a product of 'Hibiscus Condensing Fragrance', please comment. ”

The woman gently stirred the spices in the incense burner with an incense stick, closed the copper lid, and gently blew the incense ash inside. A puff of white smoke rises.

The faint fragrance, like a summer lotus, slowly rises from the bottom of the lotus pond. This incense refreshed his mind, and Li Bing suddenly felt comfortable, and even felt that the true qi on his meridians flowed a little more freely.

It turns out that spices, like pills, can help cultivate and nourish the heart and moisten the scriptures, so it is no wonder that they are so highly regarded in the immortal path.

When Li Bingzheng was hearty, he subconsciously turned his head and glanced at the two empty seats behind him: "Then how could the two of them be together? Where did they go at this time?"

Just thinking about it, a faint strange smell aroused Li Bing's awareness. The lotus flower is still the same lotus, but it exudes a trace of impurities.

On the viewing platform, a few people began to watch the excitement and laugh at the woman's failure in a low voice: I was mocking others just now, how will I end up with such a big fork now?

Several heads of the ceremonial stage were also slightly displeased when they smelled the smell, and frowned slightly.

The woman who made the incense naturally understood that the smell was unusual. Just now, he was still focused on controlling the wind in the incense burner, and this time he hurriedly opened the incense burner and added several spices to it with a small copper spoon.

The pu fan in her hand gently fanned the wind, and the spices burned a little more vigorously. The white smoke from the oven became thicker, and the strange smell in the air diminished slightly.

The woman also felt a little relaxed and adjusted her sitting position.

The smell had stabilized for less than a moment, when a gust of wind passed, and the white smoke from the incense burner flew down the wind to the viewing platform. The strange smell instantly returned, and it became more intense.

The woman could only open the incense burner again, and after a few spoonfuls in a row, the stench did not diminish at all. She turned her mind around, pointed the bag of spices at the incense burner, and poured half a bag into it.

There was laughter on the viewing platform, how could incense be made like this, even ordinary people would not use it so indiscriminately.

The head of Lingjiao Island seemed to notice something, and he was even more displeased, and gave the disciple who was waiting next to him a look to ask him to come over, and said in a low voice: "You go and see if there is anything abnormal in the backyard." ”

Zaron covered his face and stepped on the "tiger head" of a toilet with his feet, with a slight force under his feet, and the toilet rolled to the ground. The contents of the stomach of the "tiger" instantly "vomited" to the ground.

He quickly glanced at the things on the ground, pinched his nose and said to the toilet next door, "This is not the case." ”

"Why did you find it so quickly?" Gesang said, pushed the door and looked, quickly turned his head, and shouted "evil" in a low voice.

"What are you doing!"

Zaron pinched his nose with his left hand, raised his right hand lightly twice, and let Gesang out: "You have to let me help you find it." I don't want to touch that stick. ”

Gesang ignored it, took the stick in his hand, and smashed the dirt on the ground over and over again: "There will be people at that moment, how to explain this thing." ”

Zaron was disgusted by Gesang's actions again, and quickly turned his head to face the wooden wall, with a disdainful expression, pinched his nose, and said quietly: "When others come and see you 'stirring up', is it easy to explain?"

"Stirring?" Gesang looked at his disgusted eyes, and suddenly became playful, and swept the stirring stick at Zaron. "I'll let you stir up and play!"

Looking at the yellow-brown thing at the tip of the stick, which was still dripping, Zaron almost vomited again. As soon as he thought that the tip of the stick was about to 'rub' against him, Zaron casually picked up another-stirring stick beside him and resisted it with a horizontal "sword". The two are exactly like they practiced swords together as children.

"Boom!" the two sticks collided, and Zaron's stick was broken, and dirt flew sideways, and a cloud of viscous liquid landed right on his neckline.

"Ah~!Disgusting!. He quickly pulled up the neckline with his left hand, shook his clothes, twisted his head to the side, gritted his teeth, and closed his eyes.

Gesang didn't have the heart to care about this, and the empty sound of "bang" made him realize that the broken-stirring stick was clearly not completely solid.

"Give me your stick!"

With a look of disgust, Zaron threw the stick to Gesang and looked back at his neckline: instead of being shaken away, the viscous liquid was shaken by him farther and farther away, and it was almost flowing to his belt.

"Hmm...... Mmmmmm......" Zaron looked at the thing, getting more and more anxious, his hands grasping at the sides of the liquid trace, hunching over, shaking his clothes faster and faster, trying to shake the dirt out.

Gesang just grabbed the stick, but before he could take a closer look, he grabbed Zaron's arm: "Someone is running over." Dragged him to the rockery and squatted down.

"Which bastard is this? Damn, let Lao Tzu see it, and he didn't pick his skin. ”

The two disciples of the Fengjiao Hall hurriedly came over, and as soon as they entered the backyard, the strong smell in the air made the two of them dizzy, and they all spit out. Seeing that all the doors of the latrine were opened, and there was a cloud of filth on the ground, a disciple broke out and cursed.

"Stop scolding! Go and call the two low-level disciples to come, hurry up and clean up, if the head of the sect knows, you can't blame it?"

Gesang didn't bother to pay attention to the two men. He picked up the half of the stick in his hand and saw that there was a groove in the center, but the groove was empty. He looked closely at the "other piece of stick" that had fallen to the ground, and there was clearly a white leather scroll in the groove, which seemed to be the "indestructible piece of paper" they were looking for.

"Uh-huh~hmm!" Gesang was upset, and he still hummed and chirped as he listened to Zaron packing up his clothes next to him. He was afraid that Zhalong would attract two disciples of the Fengjiao Palace, so he simply didn't do anything, and wiped the traces of dirt on his body with his sleeve vigorously: from the belt to the neckline.

"Satisfied!"

It's okay if you don't erase it, Zaron looked at this scene, he couldn't stand it anymore, and vomited on the spot again, but fortunately, the two disciples had already come out of the backyard.

The two estimated that the disciples of the Lingjiao Sect had already gone away, so they were relieved and got up to prepare to escape out of the rockery.

"You're so ......" Before the disgusting words could be spoken, Gesang pushed Zalong to squat down again, and made a gesture of silence.

A middle-aged man in red walked into the backyard softly.

He glanced at the miserable situation in the courtyard, and at a glance saw the broken stick. He looked around, picked up the stick, shook it, and a rolled piece of white paper fell out of it.

The man tossed the stick aside, turned and walked out of the backyard, unnoticed.

Gesang gritted his teeth, glared at Zaron angrily, and whispered: "Damn, it's all your fault!"

Zaron looked at himself and hurried slightly, and didn't bother to think about it anymore, so he had to get up.

The boiled duck flew, and the more Gesang thought about it, the more angry he became, and without warning, raised his left arm.

"Makes you dirty!"

He shook the cuffs that had just wiped the dirt, and gently, drawing a graceful arc on Zaron's face.

I've always written books with my temperament, and I don't want to be conventional, and I don't want to shy away from anything. Now that the plot catches up, what ...... That's it anyway.

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