Red Heart Survey

  Chapter 30 Waste and Waste

   "Good thief!"

  Wei Quji's face was so gloomy that it almost dripped water.

  Almost right under his eyelids, the unknown enemy took the creatures of Xiaolin Town as sacrifices, and then consumed the entire maple city region that should have rested in the past, and condensed the ghost gate ghost shadow in one fell swoop. In the end, he got away calmly in front of him.

  While Wei went to Jitangtang, a five-rank master, he tried his best to come, but he couldn't even eat a fart!

  As the lord of the city, he is negligent. As a strong man, he was beaten in the face.

  Have he ever suffered such humiliation?

and so…

   "Waste!"

  Wei Quji slapped his backhand and slapped Wei Yan away several meters!

  Dozens of people were present, and no one dared to make a sound. Although almost everyone of them feels uneasy.

  Even Wei Yan herself just got up silently without saying a word.

  Of course he has enough reasons to defend, and enough reasons to be angry. Before the fog, he went forward bravely. Facing the Jiugong Formation, he broke it first. Seeing the ghost gate closed, he took the risk and burned the only red letter on his body for the first time.

  It can be said that from any angle, he has done the best at this stage, beyond criticism.

  But achievement is success, and failure is failure. The army doesn't talk about those that are not.

  Wei Quji gave him permission and asked him to go to the Taoist Academy to organize a manpower to investigate Xiaolin Town, but he failed to prevent the incident from happening. This is dereliction of duty.

  Wei Quji could even kill him on the spot.

  But what's the point?

  Wei Quji came violently, and left again angrily.

  Some young people carry the wounded, some support each other, and some carry the dead body. It just dispersed.

  The young disciples of these Taoist schools have just experienced a hard battle with heavy casualties.

  A very difficult battle that turned out to be useless.

  From start to finish, they don’t even know who the opponent is, but the opponent has completed the goal and walked away.

  They are called waste.

  ...

   "It's fucking...not convinced."

  Du Yehu lay on the dormitory bed on all sides, lying down like an iron tower.

  There is no serious injury on his body, and the foundation of the loss has been made up by the Gu Yuan Dan sent by Zhao Rucheng. It just takes a while to rest.

  Gu Yuan Dan is indeed a precious thing, but there is nothing unacceptable. It happened that Du Yehu needed it, and Zhao Rucheng had it, so that's it. They are the existence that can trust each other even their lives, let alone others.

  But the battle in Xiaolin Town, to be honest, it was a blow to every disciple of the Taoist Academy who participated. For any person who aspires to be extraordinary and desires to be strong, powerlessness is probably the worst thing.

  Or only Zhao Rucheng is an exception. He has gone to the Sanfen Xiangqi Lou to "heal", and it is said that he wants to win the hearts of the beauties in one fell swoop with the state of a near-death warrior.

  Du Yehu is not a person who can lie down, but he can only lie down at the moment. No one would condone him if he wanted to drink. So it's rare, a little melancholy.

  Ling He did not speak, he closed his eyes and was practicing.

  As for Jiang Wang...He is eating right now, with Jiang Anan.

  Cai Kee Lamb Shop, a century-old brand.

  Two bowls of fragrant mutton soup, ten catties of neatly sliced ​​white-cut mutton.

   Jiang An’an is holding a bun with his left hand and chopsticks with his right... The chopsticks are holding mutton. The reason for using the word grasping is that the posture of her holding the chopsticks is indeed different-probably because no one has corrected it before-so the five fingers are rounded, and she is holding the chopsticks.

  I have lived with Jiang Wang for a long time, but I am not as introverted and shy as he was at the beginning.

  She took a bite to the left and a bite to the right. As I ate, I lowered my head from time to time and took a bite of the broth. The two pears were lightly printed on his face, which was extremely satisfying.

  Caiji mutton shop is not cheap, and Jiang Wang himself may not be willing to come here to eat.

In   Xiaolin Town’s mission, although Wei Yan had eaten up by himself, he still fulfilled his appointment and won the reward of 20 points for Taoist honors, and of course there were some silver allowances. For practitioners, this is the least important. But for Jiang Anan, it is important to eat delicious food.

   "Do you like it?" Jiang Wang asked with a smile.

   "Hmm...um!" Xiao An'an nodded vigorously.

  "Every month from now on..." Jiang Wang silently calculated his savings, "No, you can come and eat once every ten days, okay?"

   Jiang An’an continued to nod.

She talked to her elder brother one after another—mostly, she just nodded or shook her head instead of answering. Her little hands were not idle. While nodding her head, she grabbed a piece of lamb and rolled it carefully in the dipping sauce. Make a circle, and then wrap it all over.

   "An An, how is your homework recently?" Probably when chatting with children, all adults will finally put the topic on this point. Jiang Wang feels that he is an adult, so he said it naturally. Although he is only a seventeen-year-old boy.

  Jiang An’an paused when he was eating meat, his small mouth was bulging, and he finally squeezed out, “Also, it’s okay.”

   Jiang Wang nodded in satisfaction.

  He looked at his sister, and there was a kind of blissful peace flowing slowly in his heart. The hardships of the battle, the sadness of seeing the deaths and injuries of the senior brothers, the powerlessness of not being able to prevent things from happening... all seemed to fade away.

  Some things are of course very sad, but the life in front of me is so happy.

   makes people want to keep it forever.

  ...

  Walking on the land of the Wang clan, and greeting the people from time to time, Wang Changxiang is calm and peaceful, as always. Even the most picky tribe can't say a word about him.

  Fenglin City Zhang, Fang, and Wang's three clan strengths are similar in all aspects, it is difficult to distinguish one from the top, but because Zhang Linchuan now ranks third on the Taoist honors list, the Zhang family faintly surpasses the rest. Wang's Wang Changxiang was seventh on the list of Taoist honors, and he didn't fall far behind.

  Only the Fang clan, the last genius died in a trial, the best Fang Pengju of this year was killed, and now only one Fang Heling is left, and he barely enters the inner gate with the open pulse pill he obtained with a lot of money. But in the minds of discerning people, Fang had already been thrown away by the other two.

  Not to mention these things, Wang Changxiang has never wanted to be tainted with mundane affairs. Although his wisdom is enough to see through the sordid greed behind those enthusiasm, he is always calm and calm.

  Road, the more you go, the more you go.

  He finally stopped in front of a half-old yard. This was a remote corner of the Wang Clan. There were almost no people living nearby, and the owner of the yard was like a lone bird living in isolation.

  Wang Changxiang reached out and pushed the door, and the wooden door squeaked, disturbing the tranquility of the courtyard.

  Different from the mottled and half-old exterior walls, the courtyard is unexpectedly neat and delicate. On the left, a vine was erected high, and on the vine stand was a chair that had been smoothly rubbed. There was no one on the recliner, but there was a fat orange cat lying down.

  It is not surprised when people come, only half-opened sleepy eyes, and glanced weakly.

   "Little Orange." Wang Changxiang said hello after hearing the sound.

  Fat Orange Cat turned his head and narrowed his eyes again, even dismissive of it.

  Wang Changxiang didn’t get annoyed, and continued to walk forward. There was a large water tank in front of the right, with lotus leaves floating in the water tank. You can see bubbles from time to time, and there should be fish.

  At this moment, his footsteps stopped because he smelled the fragrance of rice.

  Almost at the same time, the little orange on the reclining chair also quickly got up and looked back, and the action was done in one go.

  In front of the main entrance of the lobby, under the eaves, there is a low table. At this time, a young man was walking out from behind the door, and the aroma came from the food tray he held in his hand.

  His face is not handsome, let alone ugly, but it will give people a "remote" feeling inexplicably. Probably because of those too dull eyes.

  The alienated young man squatted down and laid out the food on the low table one by one. It was two bowls of snow-white and full rice, two dishes of green vegetables dripping with blue color, and two dishes of pig's feet stewed softly.

  The man sat down on the threshold, took out his chopsticks, paused the table with the tail of the chopsticks, and said, "Eat."

  Wang Changxiang did not move, because he knew it was not called him, although he wanted to walk over and eat this meal together.

With a "swish", the orange cat rushed to the low table at a speed that was absolutely incompatible with its body shape. First, he lowered his head and sniffed in front of the plate of pig's hoofs, and then seemed to be somewhat satisfied. The front paws were placed on the low table and started. eat.

  Wang Changxiang opened his mouth: "Brother."

  Probably only a few people remember it. Wang Changxiang, Wang's current pride, also has a brother.

  In fact, he is the eldest son of the Wang family, and the most reasonable heir to the patriarch in the patriarchal clan system.

   But, on the contrary, he also wasted a precious open pulse pill that was not able to manifest the Dao veins. The Wang clan was so ridiculed that he lowered one of the other two surnames.

  The shame of the Wang clan, Wang Changji.

  (End of this chapter)