The frail counselor you said, you fight against three heroes alone?

A few days later, the sun shone through the morning fog in Youzhou City and onto the busy streets.

Xi Yu walked into the room where Su Yu worked with anticipation.

When he saw the finished product of the first Youzhou Weekly, his eyes shone with excitement.

His hands were trembling slightly, as if he were holding a precious treasure.

"This newspaper is simply outstanding! Sun Zhaomeng and Su Yu, you have done a great job!" Xi Yu's voice was full of appreciation.

Sun Zhaomeng and Su Yu showed modest smiles on their faces.

They all said in unison: "Your Excellency, Prime Minister, you have given me the award."

The room was filled with a faint fragrance of ink, and various maps and documents were hung on the walls.

The sun shines through the window, illuminating the newspapers neatly stacked on the table.

Xi Yu raised his head, looked at Sun Zhaomeng and Su Yu firmly, and said, "Now, we want this newspaper to spread throughout Youzhou City. The soldiers are ready, let them distribute the newspaper to every corner. ”

Sun Zhaomeng and Su Yu nodded and said, "Yes, Prime Minister!"

Afterwards, Xi Yu led the soldiers into the streets and alleys of Youzhou City.

Their steps were firm and powerful, as if they were carrying an important mission.

In the lively market, Xi Yu personally handed each newspaper to people's hands and said loudly: "This is our Youzhou Weekly. I hope everyone likes it!"

People gathered around, flipping through the newspapers curiously, with expressions of joy on their faces.

Under the sunshine, the entire Youzhou City is full of vitality and vitality. This newspaper, like a ray of light, illuminates people's lives and brings new hope to the city.

The early morning sunshine shines on the lively market, people come and go, and noisy sounds fill every corner.

"Look, what is this?" A young man pointed to the newspaper in his hand in surprise.

"This is a new newspaper!" the person next to me replied.

"Wow, there is so much information on it, it's really interesting!"

"Yeah, I never thought I could get information like this before."

"You think this is the prime minister's idea, right?"

"It must be him, he is such a wise man!"

People started talking one after another, their faces filled with excitement and admiration.

At this time, an old man came over, looked at the newspaper in his hand, and said with emotion: "The Prime Minister really cares about the people. This method of publicity allows us to understand national events more conveniently."

People around him nodded in agreement.

There was a lot of noise in the market, and people were immersed in discussions about new things.

In a teahouse on the corner of the street, several people sat together and talked about the emergence of newspapers.

"The Prime Minister is really amazing. This innovative idea will definitely change our lives."

"Yeah, we can learn more about things through newspapers in the future."

“I hope this good publicity can continue.”

The teahouse is filled with the faint fragrance of tea, and people's conversations are full of expectations for the future.

Ouyang Linlin was also reading the newspaper. She said to Xiaohong: "I didn't expect that there is such a way to convey news in the world."

"It shows that the Prime Minister is really powerful."

The store where Jia Xu is located.

In the early morning, the sun shines through the windows of the cloth shop and onto the shelves filled with colorful cloths.

Jia Xu stood silently in the store, sighing secretly.

As a former counselor, he now works as a clerk in this small cloth shop, so his heart is naturally full of imbalance.

The store is filled with the faint aroma of cotton, and customers come in and out, choosing their favorite fabrics. Jia Xu stood behind the counter with a helpless expression, but his thoughts had already drifted into the distance.

At this time, a customer came to the door and said angrily: "How come you didn't give me a few feet of cloth in this store!"

The boss heard the sound and rushed over. When he saw this scene, he angrily reprimanded Jia Xu: "Old Jia, how do you do things! You can't do such a small thing well!"

Jia Xu did not tell his real name, but called himself Jia San.

Jia Xu lowered his head and said softly: "Boss, I'm sorry, it was my negligence."

The boss glared at him.

"There won't be another time, or you won't do it here!"

After saying that, the boss turned around to appease the angry customer.

Jia Xu looked at them silently, with mixed feelings in his heart.

He secretly told himself that in order to survive, he could only slowly adapt to this new identity.

At this time, the streets outside the store were bustling with people rushing on their way.

However, Jia Xu felt a little lonely and helpless in this lively atmosphere.

Several days later, Jia Xu was busy in the cloth shop.

The sky outside was gloomy and covered with dark clouds. After a while, the rain started to fall.

People on the street hurriedly fled. Jia Xu looked at the rain curtain outside the store and couldn't help but feel a little upset.

At this time, a figure walked into the cloth shop.

Jia Xu took a closer look and saw that it was an old monk.

He was very surprised because this old monk was the one who received him when he went to the temple that day.

The light in the store was a little dim, so Jia Xu hurriedly stepped forward and said with a smile: "Master, why are you here? It's raining really hard."

The old monk smiled slightly and replied: "Amitabha, the poor monk passed by here and saw that the rain was getting heavier, so he came here to take shelter. It is fate that he met the donor here."

Jia Xu asked the old monk to sit aside, handed him a cup of hot tea, and said, "I received enlightenment from the master that day in the temple, and I benefited a lot from it. I didn't expect to see the master here again today. What a coincidence."

At this time, the rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, hitting the windows and making a crackling sound.

The number of pedestrians on the streets gradually became fewer and fewer, and the whole world seemed to be shrouded in rain.

The old monk took a sip of tea and said slowly: "Everything in the world has a cause. It is fate that the donor met the poor monk here."

Jia Xu nodded thoughtfully and said, "What the master said is absolutely true. This junior is now working as a clerk in this cloth shop. Although he is still unwilling to accept it, he is slowly adapting to it."

The old monk smiled and said: "Life is unpredictable, so don't be too persistent. It is a kind of wisdom for a donor to adapt to the times."

After hearing this, Jia Xu suddenly felt enlightened.

The rain was getting heavier, the raindrops were beating hard on the doors and windows, and a thin layer of puddles had accumulated on the street.

The old monk looked at the rain outside the window, frowned, and said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to leave tonight, so I have to find an inn quickly."

Jia Xu thought for a while and said: "Master, this place is far away from the inn. It's raining heavily outside and the road is slippery. Why don't you squeeze in with me tonight. My bed is very big and quite spacious."

The old monk hesitated for a moment and said, "Would this be too much trouble for the donor?"

Jia Xu quickly waved his hand and said with a smile: "In the past, the master received the juniors, and today the juniors can also receive the master. This is also a kind of fate, and the master does not have to refuse."

At this time, the lighting in the store seemed particularly warm, in sharp contrast to the miserable wind and rain outside.

Jia Xu looked at the old monk, his eyes full of sincerity.

The old monk smiled and nodded, and said, "Thank you so much to the donor."

The rain was still pouring down outside, showing no signs of stopping.

The old monk soon fell asleep on Jia Xu's bed, his breathing steady and his expression peaceful.

Jia Xu looked at the old monk sleeping, and couldn't help but feel a sense of peace in his heart.

He gently covered the old monk with a quilt, and then lay down beside him.

Jia Xu's bed was really big. He felt a little empty when he lay on it.

However, he was in a relaxed mood.

Although the boss didn't like Jia Xu, he gave him a big bed.

Jia Xu closed his eyes and gradually fell into sleep.

In his sleep, he seemed to see his glorious moments in the past, and those wisdom and strategies flashed in his mind.

In the second half of the night, the moonlight shines through the window on the floor of the room, forming patches of mottled light and shadow.

The old monk stood up gently, put on his cassock, and walked carefully to the toilet.

Jia Xu woke up dazedly from his sleep and rubbed his eyes.

Suddenly, his eyes fell on the old monk's back.

Through the moonlight, he saw some scars, which were crisscrossed and particularly shocking. Jia Xu was shocked and quickly sat up and asked softly: "Master, what's the matter with the scar on your back?"

The old monk turned around with a faint smile on his face and said, "These scars are the marks left by the hardships the poor monk went through many years ago."

His voice was calm and gentle, as if those scars had become a part of his life.

Jia Xu couldn't help but frown and asked with concern: "Master, what have you experienced?"

The old monk slowly walked to the window, looked at the bright moon outside the window, and after pondering for a moment, he said: "Everything in the world has its cause. What the poor monk experienced is also part of life."

There was silence in the room, with only the moonlight shining quietly on the ground.

The old monk turned around, looked at Jia Xu, smiled and said: "Don't worry about the poor monk, these scars are in the past. Now, the poor monk pays more attention to the current practice."

Jia Xu nodded silently, full of admiration for the old monk in his heart.

At this time, the breeze outside the window blew gently, bringing a cool feeling.

Jia Xu frowned slightly and thought to himself: "No, the injury on the old monk's back doesn't look like it was left many years ago, but rather like it was newly added. Why would he hide the truth?"

He was filled with doubts and worries.

After a while, the old monk turned over and fell asleep again.

Jia Xu was torn in his heart: "Should I expose the old monk? What secrets does he have? Maybe I should observe again..."

He lay quietly on the bed, his thoughts flowing like a tide.

In the end, Jia Xu decided not to expose the old monk for the time being.

He thought to himself: "When the time comes, I will find a suitable opportunity to ask him. Maybe there is some difficulty in it, and I can't act rashly."

Jia Xu also gradually fell into sleep.

After a while, a figure appeared outside the door, as if blending into the night.

The man approached the window cautiously, holding a long, thin tube in his hand.

Just then, the man broke the window paper and blew air inside.

A strange aroma instantly filled the air. Jia Xu and the old monk were finally knocked unconscious and their bodies gradually became limp.

Seeing that they were unconscious, the man gently opened the door and stepped into the house. She was wearing black night clothes, her face was hidden in the shadows, and only a cold light shone in her eyes.

The candlelight in the room swayed gently with the breeze, seeming to add a touch of mystery to the tense atmosphere.

This person is a witch.

Her eyes were filled with astonishment.

"He is still alive..." The witch looked at Jia Xu and muttered to herself, with a tone of disbelief in her voice.

The witch stood in front of the old monk, with a cunning light flashing in her eyes, and was about to cast a spell to deal with him.

At this moment, the old monk suddenly opened his eyes, and he quickly reached out and grabbed the witch's hand.

The corners of the old monk's mouth raised slightly, and he said calmly: "I'm not afraid of your little tricks at all. I've expected you to come."

The witch stared at the old monk fiercely, and her voice was sharp and harsh: "You old thing, you are so cunning."

The two of them were in a stalemate, neither of them willing to give in.

The old monk held the witch's hand tightly, gradually increasing his strength.

The old monk whispered: "You can't escape, today is the end of you." His voice was calm and firm.

The witch struggled desperately and shouted angrily: "Let me go! You hateful old monk!"

Her face was full of anger and unwillingness.

Suddenly, the witch's body began to tremble violently, and her face became extremely pale.

When the old monk saw this, he burst out laughing: "You monster, you are no match for me after all."

Soon, the old monk easily dealt with the witch.

The witch fell to the ground weakly, wondering in her heart: "Why has Lei Tiangui never gone back? I haven't sucked blood for a long time, and now my strength has been greatly reduced..."

Her eyes were full of doubts and worries.

The old monk stepped on the witch hard under his feet.

He glared angrily and shouted insults: "You are an extremely stupid idiot! In this situation, you dare to come to me. It is simply ridiculous!"

The witch fell to the ground, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.

She stared at the old monk fiercely and hissed: "You, old monk, have nothing to do with me ending up in this situation! Even if I become a ghost, I will never let you go!"

At this time, there was a thick smell of blood.

Finally, the old monk raised his foot and stepped hard on the witch's chest, ending her life.

The old monk looked at the witch's body and said coldly: "You evildoer, today is the day you die."

Then, he slowly returned to bed, closed his eyes, and continued to sleep.

Until the next morning, the first ray of sunlight came in and illuminated the old monk's face.

After a while, Jia Xu woke up leisurely. He slowly opened his eyes and his vision gradually became clearer, but he was so frightened by what he saw that he almost jumped out of bed.

There was a corpse lying on the ground, and a strong smell of blood filled the room.

Jia Xu's heart was beating violently, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He calmed down, looked at the corpse, and found that it turned out to be a witch.

There was an inexplicable fear in my heart.

Jia Xu took a deep breath and tried to calm down.

He looked at the witch on the ground, filled with doubts and confusion.

The old monk felt a little strange when he saw Jia Xu's reaction.

He asked softly: "Jia Xu, do you know this witch?"

Jia Xu nodded quickly.

The old monk looked at the pale Jia Xu and asked softly: "What is going on? Why do you know this witch?"

Jia Xu told the relevant situation.

The old monk frowned slightly, thought for a moment and then said: "This witch has always made a living by sucking the blood of talented people to obtain their wisdom and energy. It is really a miracle that you can escape from her hands. "

Jia Xu couldn't help but feel nervous after hearing this.

He looked down at the witch on the ground, and a chill rose from the bottom of his heart.

"Okay, it's getting late and I have to leave. Thank you so much to the benefactor."

Jia Xu asked anxiously: "Master, what should I do with the body of this witch?"

The old monk was stunned for a moment and said slowly: "Leave it to me, I will handle it properly."

Jia Xu nodded, watching the old monk carrying the witch's body, he couldn't help but feel a little doubt in his heart.

The old monk carried the body on his back and came to the shop.

The shopkeeper happened to be standing at the door. He saw the old monk carrying the corpse, with a surprised look on his face, and asked quickly: "Master, what is going on? Why did you come here carrying a corpse?"

The old monk clasped his hands together and said softly: "This is a fate. This witch's fate has been twists and turns. I need to find a suitable destination for her."

The shopkeeper frowned and said worriedly: "Master, will this bring us trouble?"

The old monk smiled and said: "Don't worry, everything is determined. I believe this is also her fate."

After the old monk left, the shopkeeper looked at his retreating figure, thoughtfully.

After a while, he turned to look at Jia Xu and asked doubtfully: "Old Jia, what is going on? How come this old monk and the corpse appear together in your place?"

Jia Xu sighed and said slowly: "Well, it's a long story. I have been favored by the old monk before, so he stayed in my room last night. As for how the witch came in, I really don't know. Not sure."

The shop owner looked at Jia Xu seriously, with reproach in his tone.

"Don't bring such unscrupulous people over again in the future. Let's forget it this time. Fortunately, the old monk took the body away, otherwise we don't know what trouble it would cause!"

Jia Xu lowered his head and said helplessly: "I didn't expect such a thing to happen. Boss, I will pay attention to it in the future."

The shopkeeper continued: "Also, there have been corpses in your room, so it is unclean. You must find a Taoist priest to clean it after a while, so as not to attract anything unclean."

Jia Xu frowned and muttered softly: "Is this... necessary?"

The shop owner glared at him and said, "Why is it unnecessary? This is related to the peace of our shop! The money you pay for the Taoist priest will be deducted from your wages."

Jia Xu sighed helplessly:
The shop owner is really stingy!

If you admit it, just deduct it from your salary.

The shop owner immediately asked a Taoist priest, who planned to raise the price later so that he could take advantage of Jia Xu. (End of chapter)