My plug-in is a fairy grass

Chapter 235 Entertaining
Although the young man had a stained face, he looked quite upright, but his appearance was very wretched, and Yang Zhen was very familiar with that fearful and flattering expression.

That's right, he recognized at a glance that this was the little beggar who was beaten three times in two days.

"It's you!" He smiled and walked towards this scrambling old friend.

"Yes... ah... not... me!" The beggar trembled and spoke incoherently.

"What's your name?" Yang Zhen stepped aside and stopped the man, with an amiable look on her face.

"I, my name is Rag."

rag?What a mess!

"My name!" he shouted loudly.

"Yang, Yang sackcloth, when I was born, I was wrapped in a piece of sackcloth." The little beggar was scolded by Yang Zhen, but he came back to his senses and spoke sharply.

Ma De, your surname is Yang!
"That Yang Mabu, tell me, why did you run away just now? Also, what did you tell people!"

"I..." Yang Mabu hesitated.

"Don't worry! If you speak honestly, I don't blame you. If you are so hesitant..."

Yang Zhen smashed a stone with one foot: "Eat all these rotten stones!"

To deal with this kid in front of him, intimidation seems to be more effective than persuasion.

Sure enough, looking at the freshly baked gravel on the ground, Liu Mabu's throat trembled, and he stammered:

"I, I didn't say anything, I just said that you and that Tie Zhu have a good relationship, it's okay!"

As he spoke, he shrank back, for fear that Yang Zhen would punch him suddenly.

This answer was expected by Yang Zhen, and he said "hmm": "Continue to talk!"

"Ah, nothing else."

"Damn you!" Yang Zhen scolded, "Just such a sentence, what are you hiding?"

"I, I'm afraid you'll hit me!" Yang Mabu scratched his chicken coop-like hair, as if Yang Zhen was scolding him, but he let it go, and his brain became active.

"That person asked back and forth, and then asked other people. I don't think it's a good thing!"

"Hey, you're not stupid!" Yang Zhen laughed.

"What does that person look like?"

"Who else did he ask?"

"How did you all answer?"

"Why are you here alone, where are the others? Still in the city?"

"..."

Yang Zhen asked the boy a series of questions one after another, and finally figured out what happened at that time.

That Zhou Yuan, it was on the 22nd day of the twelfth lunar month, after sending Yang Zhen back to the residence, he turned around and came to this mountain.

At that time, another beggar named Mouse was in the temple, and Zhou Yuan was also very patient this time, letting the mouse call back all the beggars in the city, each with two pieces of sesame seed cakes and wine.

An hour later, the beggars rushed back one after another. There were a dozen of them in their group, half of them had seen Tie Zhu and Yang Zhen back then.Under Zhou Yuan's good wine and delicious hospitality this week, everyone rushes to tell what they know.

It's just that what they can say is also very limited. In the end, there are only a few pieces of useful information that Zhou Yuan summed up.

First, Tie Zhu saved Yang Zhen's life and was kind to him.

Second, the relationship between the two is very good. They fought with the beggar together and won the fight.

Third, Yang Zhen should have only appeared after Yi Daochang left, and it is likely that she has never seen Yi Daochang.

……

"You mean, what he asked the most was the relationship between Tie Zhu and that Taoist priest? And the whereabouts of that Taoist priest, does Tie Zhu know?"

"Yes!" Yang Mabu nodded vigorously, and added: "He is holding a portrait, on which is the appearance of that Taoist leader, we have all seen it before. He seems to be saying, what is the name of that Taoist leader, Yi Daochang?"

Yi Daochang?Didn't Tie Zhu say his name is Daoist Liu?Yang Zhen muttered in her heart.

He has now confirmed that Zhou Yuan followed him to find Tie Zhu, and he was looking for Tie Zhu because of this Taoist priest whose surname was Yi or Liu.

It's just that his stalking violated Yang Zhen's big taboo, and he fell into a trap because of his secret tricks.

Speaking of which, Zhou Yuan was really wronged this week!

As for what he did with this Daoist...

Yang Zhen decided to go to Zhoucheng tomorrow to ask Tie Zhu.

"Okay, let's put this matter aside, go and call your companions back. Tell them, there are delicious food and drinks waiting for you!"

"Okay!" Upon hearing this, Yang Mabu grabbed a wooden stick and rushed down the mountain excitedly.

After more than an hour, a dozen or so beggars poured in noisily outside the Taoist temple, wearing tattered cotton-padded clothes and trousers, and they were all dirty.

At this time, Yang Zhen had already set up the oven in the Taoist temple, lit the charcoal fire, and a row of beef, mutton, and chicken was roasting on it, and the aroma was overflowing.

Not far from the oven, ten wooden barrels were arranged neatly, and a snow-white towel was thrown inside each wooden barrel.

These beggars, smelling the aroma of barbecue, drooled a lot, and the impatient ones rushed over to be the first to pay respects.

"Crack!" Yang Zhen sat on the wooden chair, took out a piece of wood and slapped the table heavily.

"Everyone, take towels and wooden buckets, go to the well to wash your face and hands, and bring back a bucket of water before you can eat." He said slowly.

Of course, those beggars had already seen Yang Zhen, and those who knew him and had fights stopped immediately and turned around to pick up the wooden barrel obediently.

But there are always people who don't believe in evil, especially when they see that Yang Zhen is only a young man with delicate skin and tender flesh, they don't take him seriously at all.

There was one who looked a bit thick, Da Lala stepped forward, and said nonchalantly:

"Little brother, please be a good person and don't care how we eat!"

As he spoke, he grabbed a piece of chicken leg with one hand.

"Pfft!" Yang Zhen didn't raise her head, a stone flew out of his hand and hit the man's outstretched arm.

"Ah—" the man howled like a pig.

That hand is already broken.

Yang Zhen is now close to Xiaocheng in physical training, how can the strength of her whole body be compared with these mortals.He didn't use the slightest magic power, just the power from his physical body was enough to break this person's tendons.

The other guys who were eager to try were immediately frightened and did not dare to move again.

"Hurry up!" He scolded.

These people came back to their senses in an instant, grabbed the barrel as if they had been pardoned, turned their heads and ran out the door.

Only the one with the severed arm was left rolling on the ground in pain.

Yang Zhen ignored him, took out a large round basin, and put the roasted meat on it.From the shelf next to it, I picked out pieces of fresh ones and arranged them one by one.

The smell of meat in the Taoist temple is getting stronger and stronger.

After an unknown amount of time, a person peeked in from the door, and it was that Yang Mabu.

"Come here soon?" Yang Zhen greeted him with a smile when she saw him.

After the young man was washed, he looked much more pleasing to the eye, his facial features were correct, and he was energetic, and the flattery on his face seemed to be washed away.

But when he smiled, the taste of flattery came back.

With a smile on his face, he carried the bucket and observed Yang Zhen as he walked. Seeing that he didn't have any annoyance on his face, he came over carefully, grabbed a small piece of meat, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed vigorously.

After he safely ate the first piece of meat, a group of teenagers at the door who looked in with their heads squinted cheered suddenly, and leaned over cautiously one by one.

　Thanks to my old friend Haotian Riyue for the reward!
　　Thanks to my old friends for their monthly support!Thanks radish!
　　
　
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