My Taoist buddy has practiced surrogacy

Chapter 102
Finally returned to the dimly lit alley.

This small alley is extremely remote, deep and silent. There is not a single pedestrian on the road, but there are many homeless people resting here on the side of the road. The bunks made of old newspapers and cardboard boxes are well arranged.

A few bunks are surrounded by cardboard boxes, tarps, and wooden boards, like simple kennels, kennels without roofs...

Soon, on a very inconspicuous cardboard, there lay another very ordinary homeless old woman with sparse white hair, folds on her face, and unkempt appearance.

A very inconspicuous homeless old woman, covering her face with an old newspaper in one hand.

The dark hand holding the waste newspaper had a large palm, but it was extremely thin, full of spots, blue veins throbbing, and the nails were full of dirty black grime.

And all the homeless living here, no different.

The night here is very peaceful and quiet.

Zhou Xing felt sleepy.

However, he couldn't sleep peacefully.

Because, he has started a new journey.

In other words, this catastrophe of mental power is continuing to wear down his mental power...

In the kiln, dozens of cars came in and out, the wheels of the cars were turning fast, and the shadows of the cars were crazy and fast.

"Dance King, your pulling speed... is just... a wild horse!"

"It's like running for one's life... It's like fighting for fire on the battlefield! Our Dafeng country's military supply vehicle... is not as fierce as you, right?"

"You're doing it so hard, calling us big guys...how to live?"

The middle-aged man, who was chasing after him, seemed to have reached the limit of exercise at this time, panting heavily, his dusty face seemed to be scalded by a soldering iron, turning red in the black.

"My old life is about to die... I only pulled 26 cars, but you have already... pulled 38 cars!"

"I am a veteran of pulling cars..."

"...Also willing to bow down!"

He wasn't stuttering, it was just that he was gasping for breath and was out of breath, and his voice was a little unstable.

The erratic ghostly resentment, with some vibrato.

It's a bit like having a fight with a goblin in a kiln on a lonely night, and your vitality has been emptied.

Fortunately, in the ears of others, it is still coherent, and most people do not deliberately think about it.

Wan Xiaoer, known as the "King of Breakdancing", slowed down because he was pulling bricks for the last time, and replied calmly, "Are you blind? Didn't you see a more desperate boy in front of me? He Pulled 41 cars!"

Just now, his voice was unsteady, and the man in his late thirties with a suspicious vibrato finally caught up.

The two wooden flatbed trucks marched hand in hand, and this time his breath was much calmer.

"That new temporary worker? I don't remember his name, how can I compare with you? It's only the next day to pull bricks. After he has given full play to his youthful passion these two days, he will definitely be shriveled tomorrow. Well..."

When Wan Xiaoer heard this, a few thin ripples suddenly appeared on his calm face, and he smiled slightly: "Whether it will be shrivelled tomorrow, it has yet to be identified, but according to my identification - you are not young. The body must be...the passion of youth has been swayed."

The brick-pulling guy in his late thirties actually copied the original words of an online novel he was reading recently, and he didn't understand the hidden connotation at all.

He asked blankly, "Is there a hidden connotation in your words? What do you mean? You have read a little book, and you insist on showing ink in front of our group of old, rough and semi-literate people.

"Playing the qin to the ox?" Wan Xiaoer couldn't hold back, and burst into laughter, "I really didn't see it, you always use idioms indiscriminately, but I didn't expect there to be a lot of ink in your stomach! The idiom of playing the qin to the ox is wonderful!

Wan Xiaoer's voice just fell, when the dozens of brick-pulling migrant workers who were surrounded by them one after another heard a burst of laughter that didn't know the so-called follower of the trend.

Maybe it's because of the deep connotation of the content of the words, and maybe it's because of the amusing effect of their unique voices.

Wan Xiaoer, a straight steel man with a clear and suave appearance in Yushu Linfeng, and the childish voice of a girl who is too discordant in his mouth probably accounts for half of the elements that induce laughter.

In the red brick kiln, the fired red bricks have already been pulled, but there is still a lot of work in the brick factory to pull rough adobe bricks.All the migrant workers pulling red bricks are resting on the kiln corridor outside the brick kiln, which is shaded by the kiln eaves, waiting for the team leader to arrange the work of pulling rough adobe bricks.

The floor of the kiln corridor is a soil floor, and the dust on the ground is mostly black and gray, mixed with other dull colors.

Dozens of people are resting at will, or sitting directly on the ground, or half-squatting, or sitting on the crossbar in front of the flatbed...

Among the migrant workers, several loud voices came one after another.

"Break dance king! Come on!"

"hurry up!"

"I started the live broadcast, and the live broadcast room was instantly full, don't wait any longer!"

Copy the guy!
Put up a battle!
The few migrant workers who claim to be a professional live broadcast team are indeed very dedicated. They were exposed to the scorching sun and dust. After pulling the bricks, they were all wet and dirty.

Dozens of people followed suit.

The Internet celebrity "Brick King of Break Dance" Wan Xiaoer, without saying a word, stood up from the crossbar of the trolley and walked directly to the best place for the shooting and framing of the guy who started the live broadcast and stopped.

Break dance performance, show is show.

The super explosive power is seamlessly connected with the strength of the dance that combines rigidity and softness. A large number of fast footsteps with hands on the ground, various inverted freeze-frame movements, and incredible difficult rotations on the ground or in the air all have unparalleled impact. sense.

Most of the migrant workers at the scene were calm, and they were accustomed to Wan Xiaoer's impromptu performances, so they were not surprised.

But the live broadcast room immediately boiled!
"666!"

"Wow! The King of Breakdance Bricks is broadcasting live at the Brick Factory again!"

"How handsome!"

"Just like Jackson!"

"awesome!"

"Dance so well!"

"Why do I keep learning and can't learn Nirvana?"

"Cattle fork!"

"Worship the boss!"

"666..."

……

"Beside the king of breakdance, the handsome guy sitting on the crossbar of the scooter is so eye-catching!"

"Huh? You paid attention to him too! Who is that little brother? What a goddess!"

"The dance king deliberately looked at him a lot. According to my observation, the dance king's eyes hide deep affection. Could it be the dance king's true love?"

"Oh...is that him? He has such a temperament! Besides, his face is clean, and he looks different at first sight. Is he a star who came to learn breakdance?"

"The new traffic male god?"

"Could it be which Internet celebrity little brother?"

"(⊙o⊙) Wow... This beauty, this temperament, is simply against the sky!"

"Are you talking about the handsome guy next to the Brick King?"

"Yes! It's him!"

"He is the most perfect dream male god in my mind!"

……

As time goes by, in the live broadcast room of the King of Breakdance Bricks, the screen is frantically swiped, wave after wave.

Ma Chongha, who has already pulled 41 carts of red bricks, seems to be concentrating on watching the performance of the breakdance king Wan Xiaoer next to him.

At this time, his appearance was extremely calm and calm.

In fact, his heart was extremely excited.

Zhou Xing patted a sweet orange that he carried in his pocket, letting the fragrance of the sweet orange permeate his whole body, and called "Orange" three times in a row, but no one responded.

In the previous life, as long as he took out a sweet orange for a little temptation, she was sure to appear like a ghost.

It seems that oranges can really only appear at night, and even the seductive scent of sweet oranges, which she loves to eat, has not been able to seduce her to show up, oh, it's a sound.

Perhaps, he accidentally accepted her as a disciple in his previous life because she liked oranges.

Because, a female immortal who he has longed for for a long time but has no fate, also likes to eat oranges.

The remnant soul that she miraculously survived is so weak that even phantoms cannot be condensed. They can only make a sound for two hours in the middle of the night when the yin is at their peak, and the rest of the time is dormant in his soul consciousness. Nurturing the soul.

Xiaochengzi shouldn't be able to witness the miracle of his crazy soaring Martial Realm this time, and he can't share this surprise with her for the time being. He can only thank her at night.

He was reborn in the body of a 17-year-old high school student from a poor family.

The family is poor, and it doesn't matter. At most, there is a lack of martial arts resources and a low level of martial arts. This is not a problem.

That night, Orange suddenly appeared, and her "Leek Harvesting Technique" made him rekindle his ambition again.

Practice has proved that Chengzi's strategy of "relying on his own appearance to gain the popularity of breakdance brick kings and gain fans' attention and leek value" is really reliable!
He sneaked away quietly and found a secluded place—the other side of the brick kiln was sheltered by a higher hill, surrounded by weeds, and generally no one would pass by or stop here.

During this period, the value of leeks continued to rise.

He quickly absorbed the martial spirit generated by 15 points of leeks.

His Martial Realm directly soared to level 24!
I have to say that his new body is quite powerful. After 16 years of hard training, his body is strong enough. In the fast charging mode, his body did not feel any discomfort.

He returned to the resting place of the workers again, and found that the situation seemed to be a little bad.

The shooting support rod for live broadcast fell to the ground, and the live broadcast mobile phone with the broken screen lay dead not far from the support rod.

The few Xiaoxiang workers who were at the second level of the Martial Realm who had been temporarily resting here lay on the ground in different postures and groaned in pain.

Wan Xiaoer, the "Break Dance King" at the third level of the Martial Realm, also fell to the ground. He was curled up, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and there was blood on the corners of his mouth...

Zhou Xing just found it strange that the value of leeks rose to more than 16 points, and then suddenly stopped climbing.

After he emptied the leek value and turned it into martial spirit, he had guessed what prevented him from continuing to harvest the plump leeks in the leek garden.

The reason is here.

The disputes between migrant workers have little to do with him, a new temporary worker.

He would never do anything like a dog taking a mouse.

However, it was really uncomfortable for him to harvest the wildly growing leeks in the garden.

Without waiting for Zhou Xing to react, with a "whoosh", a gust of wind picked up, and a broken brick hit him directly.

Leek value +100 points!
Grass!The leek grass...started to cringe again, waiting to be harvested.

However, this is a wild leek on the roadside that he had not expected. This kind of malicious attention, even if it is a poisonous leek, the leek value is rising happily, that's enough.

Zhou Xing originally wanted to use his internal force to crush the flying broken bricks into powder, but changed his mind in an instant.

Go for it!
As the so-called "gouquan life" -

Gou, can only save life.

He just deftly tilted his head to avoid the sneak attack of the broken brick hidden weapon.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

Three crisp applause rang out suddenly.

"Yo...you're the new brick-pulling boy? You're very sneaky!"

Zhou Xing's focus at this time was his leeks.

Leek value +200 points!
The wild leeks on the roadside are also growing well!
The person who spoke, Zhou Xing knew, was Deng Ai, the leader of the groups of workers who pulled rough adobe bricks today, a 4th-level martial artist, from Yinping City, Shuchuan Province, and the "smuggled Yinping straight to Shuchuan" in the history of Dafeng. "Deng Ai happened to have the same name.

They are migrant workers from Shuchuan Province.

This brick kiln is located in Zhilan City, which belongs to Xiaoxiang Province.

Although the Michuan people are migrant workers, they are well-organized and have a united heart. On the contrary, they overwhelm the migrant workers in Xiaoxiang Province in every way.

There are also migrant workers from Beixiang Province in the brick factory. The people of Shuchuan suppressed the migrant workers of Beixiang by one degree, and suppressed the migrant workers of Xiaoxiang twice.

Zhou Xing, Wan Xiaoer, and the dozens of people who pull the red bricks fired in the kiln today are all migrant workers from Xiaoxiang Province, but the personnel are widely distributed, scattered and unorganized.

The number of people in Zhilan City is very small, and there are more migrant workers from Sangzhi City and Cili City. Because there is no one to lead the organization, although there are a large number of migrant workers in Xiaoxiang Province, they are often bullied by people from Shuchuan, and from time to time they are also attacked by northern alligators. The exploitation of laborers.

The eldest, Deng Ai, was holding a piece of dog's tail grass in his mouth at this time, squinting his eyes, and looked Zhou Xing up and down.

"Zhou Chongba! Is that his name? Looking young, the car pulls hard! The driving skills are good, old driver!" Deng Aipi smiled without smiling, and stared at Zhou Xing with squinting eyes. .

Leek value +300 points!
The surrounding Michuan migrant workers also mocked with yin and yang.

"It looks like a little white face! In my opinion, it is an embroidery needle that is not suitable for use in the root."

"Well, embroidery needles, thin and short!"

"Embroidery needle? It's not suitable, it's too hard, it should be a soft leech!"

"Zhu Chongba is the leader of the Ming Cult. He is not qualified to be called Chongba. Why don't he be called Wangba, who is famous and nice!"

Leek value +700 points!
The poisonous leeks that maliciously attacked, although unpleasant, the value of leeks continued to rise happily,

After Zhou Xing was honed in his previous life, he was reborn and was no longer a hot-blooded stunned young man who didn't care about those malicious attacks at all.

He continued to explain with a good-tempered smile: "Chongba is just a nickname, and my real name is Zhou Xing. Zhou Xing sends greetings to all the bosses!"

Deng Ai chuckled, and then clapped his hands in a very domineering and arrogant manner.

"Brothers, let's teach Master Zhu of Mingjiao a lesson for this bastard who knows nothing about heaven and earth, and we can be regarded as a teacher!"

When the migrant workers in Shuchuan heard Deng Ai's words, they all geared up.

Leek value +2600 points!
Grass!Leek grass...started to grow steadily again!

This small group of wild leeks growing on the roadside outside the leek garden was so harvested that the monk Zhang Er couldn't figure it out.

(End of this chapter)