Chapter 43 Happy Hour

Li Qingyang, Lu Qianqian and other disciples took the sect mission and then went to Qingyang Village to start looking for targets to do the mission.

"Tie Guzheng Sect disciple?"

"Dog... Jun Changxiao, that stinky boy, when did you accept so many disciples?"

"Under the big banyan tree, the young man who looks like a big girl said that he was instructed by the head to write letters for us on behalf of Zhao Xiucai."

The villagers of Qingyang Village gathered at the entrance of the village to discuss.

Li Qingyang, who was sitting under the big tree, was very hurt when he heard everyone describe himself as a big girl.

In fact, he looks very sunny and very manly. The reason why he is regarded as a girl is because of his bright martial arts clothes.

Not long after, a white-haired old woman on crutches walked slowly.

Li Qingyang said, "Grandma, do you want to write a letter?"

The white-haired old woman turned her ears sideways and said, "Wa'er, what did you just say?"

"I said, are you here to write a letter?" Li Qingyang's voice increased a lot.

The white-haired old woman still couldn't hear clearly, she shook her thin hand, pointed to her ear and said, "I'm too old, so I can't hear clearly."

Li Qingyang had no choice but to pick up a pen and write out the words "Are you here to write a letter?"

Coincidentally, Xiao Xunji, who was carrying two buckets of dung, came down the path and almost stumbled to the ground when he saw the second senior brother showing the paper to the old woman.

Li Qingyang looked over when he heard the movement and said, "Junior Brother, what's the matter with you?"

Xiao Xunji forcibly stabilized his body, preventing the two buckets of dung from falling, and collapsed: "Senior brother, do you think she can read?"

Li Qingyang slapped his forehead and said, "Forget it, most of the villagers in Qingyang Village are illiterate, and I can't read it even if I write it."

He lucked Dantian and shouted, "Are you here to write a letter?"

The white-haired old woman heard it this time, but she knocked on the crutches and said, "Wa'er, can't you be quiet, my ears are about to be deafened by you."

"Pfft."

Li Qingyang slumped directly on the table.

...

In a garden full of fallen leaves.

Lu Qianqian, dressed in white clothes, stood like a hibiscus out of water, and her soft little hands were filled with a touch of spiritual energy.

"brush!"

She raised her wrist slightly.

However, the bamboo broom he was holding suddenly shattered due to the unbearable force.

Lu Qianqian wrinkled slightly: "Why is it broken again?"

Looking around, three bamboo brooms have been broken under his feet, and the death is tragic.

"Gu... girl..." Aunt Wang, who was hiding in the distance and protected her body with a dustpan, said with sincerity and sincerity, "You...are you here to sweep the floor, or to kill!"

"Humph."

Lu Qianqian threw the broken broom on the ground and said angrily, "I said no, but the sect master asked me to come."

Sect leader?

Aunt Wang thought of Jun Changxiao.

He cursed in his heart, "You bastard, what do you mean?"

"Hoohoo!"

Suddenly, a wave of air blew.

Aunt Wang hurriedly raised the dustpan, but she still glanced at it and saw the beautiful girl, waving her hands in the air, and the leaves on the ground were stirred and condensed together.

"Much better than a broom."

Lu Qianqian cast icy eyes and said, "Hey, where do these garbage go?"

"The door...outside the door..." Aunt Wang hurriedly pointed to the outside of the courtyard.

"brush!"

Lu Qianqian's footsteps made a mistake, as if dancing, the tender white jade palm moved in the void, and the gathered leaves flew out of the wall.

"Pfft."

Su Xiaomo, who was looking for Xiao Huang in the whole village, happened to pass by outside and was directly hit on the head by a large leaf and branch, making him extremely embarrassed.

"Pfft haha!"

The disciples who were doing the tasks separately saw that the senior brother was covered in leaves, and he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Get out, get out!"

At this moment, Xiao Xunji, who was carrying dung, rushed down from the uphill,

Because the pole could not be controlled, the two buckets of feces swayed left and right, and a lot of feces suddenly splashed on their faces.

"Ha ha!"

Seeing that the faces of the two junior brothers were covered with chicken dung, Su Xiaomo burst out laughing.

After arriving at Pingpo, Xiao Xunji finally stabilized the two buckets of feces, and turned back in embarrassment: "Senior brother, I'm sorry..."

"Hoohoo!"

The two disciples with feces on their faces approached with red light flashing in their eyes.

Seeing this, Xiao Xun hurried away with a pole.

"Don't let him run away!"

The two disciples chased after him quickly, ignoring the dirty chicken manure, they put it into the bucket, smeared it on his face, and grinned, "It's even."

"Hahaha."

Su Xiaomo burst into tears.

"Bang!"

A pile of leaves flew from the wall again, hitting him on the head, and immediately rolled his eyes and fell down. .

...

There are not many people in Qingyang Village, only a few hundred people. Most of the strong men go out to work, and the old and weak women and children stay behind, which is a little boring on weekdays.

After the disciples came and went from house to house to do tasks, it became lively.

Gradually, the villagers understood that the disciples of the Gou Leftists were here to do voluntary labor for everyone, and they readily accepted it.

"Mr. Li, I want to write a letter."

Under the banyan tree, an old man in his seventies smiled and said, "Give it to Erwa'er in the town, let him focus more on his studies, and don't just focus on playing."

Li Qingyang wrote it.

For several hours, he had written letters for five villagers.

Some are written to my son, some are written to relatives in other villages, and most of the content is mainly about family affairs. Although it is very simple, it is more expensive than simplicity.

After writing a letter, Li Qingyang said thoughtfully: "I understand, the head wants me to listen to their hearts, so that I can understand something from it."

...

"Clap!"

In the courtyard, Lu Qianqian clapped her hands and said, "It's almost there."

There were fallen leaves and a trace of dust on the ground, which was much cleaner than cleaning with a bamboo broom.

Aunt Wang was paralyzed at the door of the main room, with tears on her face.

The yard was clean and dust-free, but the trees that were planted were luxuriant, and now they were bare, and even the branches were torn off and only the trunk remained.

That's not the point, the point is... all kinds of vegetables grown in the yard were uprooted and thrown out.

"Do you need to clean the room?"

"brush!"

Aunt Wang jumped up, guarding the door and said, "Girl, I'll come to the room by myself, so I don't need to trouble you."

"no."

Lu Qianqian said, "The sect said that he wants to help you with the housework."

With a wave of his hand, he pulled her out, stepped into the main room, and immediately heard the sound of 'bang dang' and 'bang dang' teacups and iron pots colliding.

"Ah!"

Aunt Wang held her head and scolded the sky, "You bastard, you sent someone to torture my mother on purpose!"

...

Dusk comes.

In the hall, the smell of chicken manure wafted, and Jun Changxiao pinched his nose and said, "Go and bathe Lao Tzu!"

"Brush! Brush!"

Xiao Xunji and the others disappeared instantly.

Li Qingyang said, "Sect Master, today the juniors and brothers have done a great job."

Jun Chang smiled and said: "Why is your voice hoarse?"

Li Qingyang heard the words, tears almost fell and said: "The clients are all elderly aunts and uncles, and none of them are deaf."

"Hey."

Jun Changxiao patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's hard work."

"Um?"

He swept the disciples and said, "Where's Qianqian? Why didn't I come back with you?"

"Boom! Boom!"

Suddenly, the ground shook.

Jun Changxiao raised his head, watched the dust fall from the beam, and said, "Earthquake?"

"Stinky boy, get out!"

Suddenly, a loud roar came from outside the hall.

"Aunt Wang?"

Jun Changxiao hurriedly walked out, but suddenly retreated, and was so frightened that he put one hand on the edge of the door.

On the martial arts arena, Aunt Wang held a kitchen knife in one hand and a rolling pin in the other, and her murderous aura filled the ground, shaking the mountain with every step she took.

"Master."

Lu Qianqian stood on the corner of the gate and said lightly, "She insisted on coming to thank you, but the disciples couldn't stop her."

"Gudu."

Jun Chang smiled and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and hurriedly said: "Aunt Wang, there is something... ah, Aunt Wang is going to kill!"