Refa is King

Chapter 43 Disappointed Fangshi

Fatty Yang was severely beaten by Yang Yuanshan, and the other disciples looked at Fatty Yang less friendly.

"Fatty Yang, you can do it. There is a capable servant, and I said, why is your contribution point higher than mine?" A school disciple asked with a smile.

"Brother, don't talk about it, I will get angry when you talk about that bastard." Fatty Yang said with a look of resentment.

"You're a waste, you're still a bastard, a bastard, there is no such a bastard, you have so many points, people like you, stay away from me in the future, don't fall into my hands, and beat you once every time I see you." Another disciple said with a sneer.

"Who are you talking about?" the disciple who had a good relationship with Fatty Yang said angrily.

"Hey, a bunch of trash, you're still excited, why don't we go to the duel arena and see who comes out crying?" Some other disciples said sarcastically.

"That's right, it's just a piece of trash. If you have the ability to earn contribution points yourself, it's reasonable to snatch things from servants. This kind of person is simply shameless." The benefits you enjoy are higher. To put it bluntly, you have made more contributions to the Academy, and the Academy will give you more feedback.

The contribution of the elixir worth five hundred low-grade spirit stones is not a star. Some disciples have been here for ten or eight years, and they don’t have as much contribution as Fatty Yang. It's not something to talk about, but everyone knows that Yang Yuanshan beat Fatty Yang, and Li Dali is even more dissatisfied, and it has already spread in private.

"You guys are jealous, I'm going to say, that bastard, that bastard, what's the matter, hit me if you have the ability!" Fatty Yang became furious at being ridiculed, and yelled loudly.

"Yang Tingli, go to the Jingsi Hall and think for five days." Taoist Master Shanxia came out with a cold face, looked at Yang Tingli, and shouted.

"Sir..." Fatty Yang couldn't help but tremble when he heard this.

"Seven days, say one word and add one day." Daoist Shanxia interrupted.

"Yes." Fatty Yang is in a bad mood. The Jingsi Hall has a nice name, but it is actually a dark house with no sound at all, only the sound of delivering food during meals, and once a day, a piece of dry bread, A bowl of water, that's all for a day, and eat, drink, and sleep in it.

"Practice and cultivate your heart. If you have bad thoughts, go home as soon as possible, so as not to go astray and be killed by others." Taoist Shan Xia said coldly.

Fatty Yang was terrified when he heard this. Obviously, Taoist Master Shanxia said that he has a bad heart, and once he thinks so, then in the selection of future sects, if such a comment is added, what will the consequences be? It's serious.

"Baobushu, you bastard, you bastard, when I enter the sect, I will be the first to kill you." Although Fatty Yang said he had a lot of knowledge, he had almost no experience. In the dark room, Fatty Yang became more and more resentful that there was no book, and he gritted his teeth in hatred.

Bao Bushu didn't know that Fatty Yang hated him so much, Bao Bushu decided to go to Fangshi to sell miasma worms after a few days of idleness. On the other side of the academy, this is also the only practice workshop city in Qingzhou Prefecture.

Two hundred miles, for a monk who can fly, it is only a cup of tea, but for a book, it is at least two days.

Li Dali knew that Bao Bushu wanted to see Fangshi, so he asked Bao Bushu to find someone who set up a stall in Fangshi, who was also from the Li family in Beichuan, and mainly collected information in Fangshi.

"You kid, go to Fangshi and take a look. There are all kinds of people there, especially casual cultivators. Everyone has a bad temper, and some people have weird personalities. Just look at other people's things. Some people you don't like. See, he will trouble you, you know?" Li Dali doubted whether Bao Bushu still had hidden elixir, so he gave Bao Bushu some advice, of course Bao Bushu is also very good for Li Dali , drink, eat meat.

"Thank you, Uncle Dali." Bao Bushu took the little bear with him, carried a burden on his back, and went out.

Packing books is like exercising. Although it is autumn, it is only half a month since the beginning of autumn, and it is still very hot at noon. Fortunately, there are many big trees on the official road, and there are many people on the road, but packing books is done by running. .

Bao Bushu exhausted his strength, and when he was tired, he ate something and walked slowly. After replenishing his strength, he continued to run. It was rare that Bao Bushu arrived at Sanshan Academy in the evening. Of course it counted Bao Bushu walked for more than four hours, fifty miles in one hour, and caught up with the speed of the fast horse.

"This is Fangshi." Bao Bushu saw the huge archway of Sanshanfang City. This place is like a town. A bunch of buildings are located in a mountain. Other than that, there was no difference at all, and Bao couldn't even see the woodcutter coming in and out.

"Hey, big brother, what are these woodcutters doing in there?" Bao Bushu asked the person who registered.

"Of course it's selling firewood." The registered man said without looking up.

"But, but aren't monks all godlike figures, can they fast?" Bao Bushu was even more puzzled.

"Cultivators can fast. What about the monk's family members, those who do things, sweep the floor, and handymen, apprentices, let's go, hurry up." Qingyun Academy handyman waist card, the registered man glanced at it and chased him away angrily.

Bao Bushu was a little disappointed, but Bao Bushu continued to ask: "Brother, where is Li Dashan?"

"Li Dazui, it's over there, see if you see it, go in the alley over there, there is a market inside, you go in and ask." Bao Bushu was pushed into the square market.

There is no difference between the street and the ordinary street, it does not look like a fairy house at all, but the signboards are different, there is a Lingdan hall, a long life hall, a magic weapon shop, and a place that sells spirit beast meat.

"Li Dazui, someone is looking for it." Just as Bao Bushu entered the market, he saw hundreds of stalls, just like the farmers' market we went to. There were unknown bones, other wood, and what kind of dead grass Category.

"Come here, who are you?" Li Dazui was short and fat, with an ordinary appearance, dark skin, a big mouth, and very white teeth.

"Uncle Dali introduced me. He knew you like green plum wine, so he brought you two bottles, Uncle Li." Bao Bushu took out two bottles of wine and said.

"Oh, come with me, give me the wine, it's better to use Dali, Qingyun Academy is better than here, it's too boring." Li Dazui came to his booth with a bag of books, and the whole booth was full of excitement. It was ten feet long and three feet wide. The booth was almost on the ground, only half a foot high, and a large wooden board was filled with things.

"Sit, sit, Ma Laosan, bring me a piece of roast chicken and two pieces of mutton." Li Dazui pointed to the two chairs and said.

"Thank you, Uncle Li." Hearing this voice, Bao Bushu thought he had arrived at a farmer's market.

"You're welcome, you are also a handyman of Qingyun Academy, it's better to be in the academy, why didn't I stay there at the beginning." Li Dazui opened the bottle, took a big sip, and handed it to Bao Bushu, Bao Bushu. No book shaking his head.

"Li Dazui, we have guests." A tall and thin man was carrying a plate, inside the plate was a large white porcelain bowl, two pairs of chopsticks, a sliced ​​roast chicken in the white porcelain bowl, and a wooden plate of mutton. , and a small bamboo basket, which contained several large white flour steamed buns.

"Yeah." Li Dazui nodded while helping to put the things on the booth.

"Let go of me, let me go, what are you doing?" There was a sudden commotion in the market, and several guards of the holy courtyard led a man in green clothes to leave, and the man in green clothes yelled endlessly.

boom!
A guard of the holy courtyard picked up the waist knife in his hand, and smashed the knife and scabbard at once, and the man in blue immediately passed out.

"Take it away." Then seven or eight guards of the holy courtyard took him away.

"Hey, what a majesty." Li Dazui said with a sneer.

"Uncle Li, this is..." Bao Bushu asked after hearing this.

"The library of the Holy Court was stolen, and the thieves also killed four wolf dogs, which were carefully cultivated by the Holy Court, and two disciples of the Holy Court died. It is said that they were injured by poisonous insects. Now as long as there are poisonous insects in the market , will be arrested by the Holy Court and carefully interrogated." Li Dazui explained while stuffing Bao Bushu with a chicken leg.

Bao Bushu's heart skipped a beat, and he almost broke out in a cold sweat. The little bear next to him saw the chicken leg in Bao Bushu's hand, and whimpered.

Li Dashan then said in a low voice: "Those people in the holy courtyard also want to save face. The spirit insects must be raised by others, who would sell them, it's just that they are dead, and they have to make some right and wrong."

"Here." Bao Bushu saw Xiaopang standing upright, staring straight at the mutton on the table, drooling down in strings.Bao Bushu opened his bag, took out a pig's foot and stuffed it for Xiaopang, who hugged the pig's foot and remained silent.

Bao Bushu took out the remaining pig's feet and handed one to Li Dazui: "Uncle Li, try my cooking."

"Pig's feet, I don't like pork very much." Li Dazui looked at the pig's feet and disliked it a little, but when he saw Bao Bushu's embarrassed look, he didn't open his mouth and just bit down.

After eating it in his mouth and taking another bite, Li Dazui immediately stood up: "Ma Laosan, Ma Laosan, come here."

"Li Dazui, even roast chicken can't fill your mouth?" Ma Laosan wiped his hands on his greasy apron, and drank angrily.

"Come here, eat this and see what you made." Li Dazui stuffed the pig's trotter in Bao Bushu's hand to Ma Laosan, and said while gnawing on his own.

"Yo. Li Dazui, you want to eat pork... Huh?" Ma Laosan sniffed it, and looked at Bao Bushu in surprise.

"Is there any traditional Chinese medicine?" Ma Laosan looked at Bao Bushu and asked.

"24 kinds." Bao Bushu nodded.

Ma Laosan took a bite and chewed carefully: "Well, it is delicious, and there is a special fragrance, without the smell of pork, not bad, not bad."

"What's good, you Ma Laosan can make it?" Li Dazui finished gnawing a pig's foot, unceremoniously took out a pig's foot from the package, and continued to gnaw. The pig's foot that was not used for books was only half The front part of the ruler.

"Little brother..." Ma Laosan looked at Bao Bushu.

"Ahem, this is my nephew. When Ma Lao San sees me, do you want to call me Uncle Dazui? Hahahaha." Li Dazui said with a laugh.

"Hey, there are some delicious ones, pig's knuckles, I'll try them." Seeing that Ma Laosan was full of praise when he saw that Ma Laosan was full of praise, he immediately surrounded him and unceremoniously divided up the rest of the package. The pig's feet, Bao Bushu, but prepared two days of rations, for myself and the little bear.

　PS: Can everyone accept such a market?The main reason is that there are not many monks here. If the writing is too prosperous, it is somewhat illogical. Save it, recommend it, and click on it. There are two updates every day. Originally, one update is guaranteed, but I feel that the first update is too little. What? It's time to finish writing, let's make a quick decision.

　　


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