Flood ditch shouted into the weeds, and passers-by pointed and commented that this veteran was crazy.
Feng Ziyue stood up and wanted to run, but felt something was wrong and couldn't move. Taoist Sanque in the distance didn't realize that the flood ditch was bulging with air and was motionless. He was rich in experience.
"Huh, damn it, damn it. Soldiers never tire of deceit. It seems that Feng Ziyue has run away. I'm going to look for him, hahaha." Shui Shuigou walked away holding the fortune-telling sign.
Feng Ziyue farts loudly. Damn it, I almost fell for it. Soldiers never tire of deceit. The smoke from his fart made San Que Taoist curse and leave the water village to punt away.
After waiting for a while, nothing happened. Feng Ziyue crawled out of the weeds and came to the riverside to gasp for air. Her nose was bruised and her face was swollen from being suffocated in the grass.
Godfather, Godfather.
Holy shit.
Someone called him. Feng Ziyue looked at the fishing boats and people passing by and no one called him. Could there be a ghost?
Sitting on the bow of a fishing boat without care.
Godfather, the voice was under my butt, making Feng Ziyue jump up in fright, what the hell?
Godfather, it's me. I'm under the fishing boat. Hurry up and climb in to avoid Taoist Sanque, Shuangshuigou and the others.
Feng Ziyue saw Ji Beili calling to her obscenely from under the fishing boat, and jumped up and down happily, "Come out, they're gone."
Don't lie to me, they are too scary. Ji Beili climbed out of the bottom of the cabin with doubts, and after a look, he did not find the flood ditch or Taoist Sanque.
Ji Beili was covered in dirt and smelled bad. He laughed and took the initiative to jump into the river to take a bath.
It was getting late, and the number of people going up and down the mountain was gradually decreasing. He had been exposed to wandering around and was very passive. Feng Ziyue thought about it. There must be something big happening here such as Fei Ge Po Jian, Bei Gong Hua, Hong Shui Guo, and San Que Taoist. As night fell, After settling down, we spent half a day asking about the tourism in Shuizhai. There are private residences and no inns.
If you want to stay in Shuizhai, there is an inn on Houerli Road in Dashan.
Without further ado, Feng Ziyue and Ji Beili bypassed the water village and stayed in a large courtyard inn. It was easy for fish and dragons to escape here. There were five or six horses in the inn's horse riding post. There were also many prey piled up in the courtyard. Herbs were piled at the door of the wing. There was a lot of noise in the house, and they were all small businessmen and hawkers.
Feng Ziyue and Ji Beili settled down and went to the dining hall and ordered two bowls of noodles and a plate of pickles. Ji Beili stared at the noodles and frowned at the big fish and meat on the other tables, "Godfather, I have to have a dish anyway. ?”
Isn't this a classic? Feng Ziyue pointed at the pickles, while Ji Beili cried and endured finishing the noodles.
After eating the noodles, Feng Ziyue wiped her mouth and said, "You go back first, I'll go out to explore the road."
All right.
Ji Beili swallowed his saliva while looking at the other tables of big fish and meat, and left the dining hall to go back to the house.
Feng Ziyue Baiyi waved his hand, man, here are the braised pork elbows, boiled fish, big crabs, Sixi meatballs, soy sauce beef, abalone, and two pots of good wine.
A table of delicious food was served, and Feng Ziyue opened her cheeks to eat.
After Ji Beili returned home, he was so bored that he was about to go to the street to take a look. When he passed by the dining hall window, he saw Feng Ziyue eating with his mouth full of oil. He was so angry that his hair was smoking. He pulled out an iron rod and threw a knife at the window, and ran to the window. He held himself back, "Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive, learn to be steady. If you rush in, you won't be able to beat Feng Ziyue, and you may even break your legs and arms. You have to be smart and smart."
Well, okay, let's do it.
Ji Beili took a deep breath while talking to himself, walked around to the door, and forced himself to resist the idea of murder while walking to the table with a smile on his face.
Feng Ziyue was chewing her big elbow and drinking. She suddenly looked up and saw Ji Beili, "Why are you here? Go back quickly. It's dangerous here."
Damn it.
Damn it.
Ahhhh.
I endure it, I endure it, and I endure it some more.
Ji Beili swallowed and couldn't bear it anymore. He sat near the elbow, held his robe and devoured the other elbow without spitting out any bones.
Feng Ziyue Yungong wanted to beat him to death, but when he saw that twenty or thirty people at the other tables were looking at them, he couldn't bear it anymore. Eat, eat, I'll give it all to you. You are my good brother, eat more. , look at you, what are you doing here? I've prepared to send you to the house.
Ji Beili was so angry that the Sixi meatballs got stuck in his throat and he rolled his eyes, almost holding his breath, and gave a thumbs up, "Godfather, you are the man I admire the most. You never blink an eye when you lie, and you can break the Guinness World Record."
So, who is that person?
"I am Ji Beili."
The guests eating in the house burst into laughter. Some said they were humorous, while others said they were mean.
The two of them nodded quite proudly. It was probably that they were suffering from the sequelae of being kicked in the head by a donkey recently.
Ji Beili chewed the Sixi meatballs and looked around. From time to time, he looked to the street to see half of the meatballs falling, dumbfounded and trembling.
Feng Ziyue glared fiercely, "You're worthless. You're so excited after eating a meatball. Hmm, you have no quality. Be more careful in the future." He looked out the window and saw Fei Goose Poison Sword and Bei Gonghua coming with a serious look on their face. At the door of the restaurant, a man was stunned with his mouth wide open and his elbow dropped to the ground. He stood up and was about to run. Ji Beili grabbed his sleeve and said, "Godfather, you are really worthless. You are so excited after eating. Don't run. Look who is behind you." "
Feng Ziyue looked over and saw Shui Shuigou holding a fortune-telling sign and staring at the Flying Goose Poison Sword. Bei Gonghua came to the door of the restaurant. He was nervous and frantic looking for something. The hot pot on the table was dark and the ground was dark. He stretched out his hand to scratch his face and apply some to Ji Beili. , looked at the coal diggers coldly, they were fishermen in rustic clothes and could not be recognized unless they looked carefully.
The two of them lowered their heads to eat.
Flying Goose Poison Sword, Bei Gonghua, entered the room and looked at the empty seats near the corner. The two of them sat down. The waiter rubbed his butt on the table and said, "You two, what can I have something to eat?"
Bring me ten dishes and three jugs of wine. It must be sumptuous. Go ahead.
The waiter laughed excitedly when he heard the big order. He shook his rag and raised his head and shouted, "The banquet table has been served. After hearing this, the other waiters immediately ran to the kitchen to place their orders."
"Humph, I'm so pissed off. Could it be that Fang Qingbo and Kuang Motian didn't come to Xishan Sect? That's not the case either." Bei Gonghua stood on a stool with one leg and looked around the room with a venom scimitar in her hand.
Alas, it's possible that the subordinate who delivered the letter heard it wrong, or it could be Hu Yuanxi, Zhou Jifeng deliberately spread the word about Kuang Motian, and Fang Qingbo came to the Xishan Sect to make Huang Lang feel uneasy and create panic.
The old witch said nothing and her eyes fell on Feng Ziyue and Ji Beili's table, "Oh shit, look at these two poor people coming here to eat. It's unlucky."
Oh, be careful and don't let anyone talk about us. Let's go out after dinner to see if there is any news.
Feng Ziyue and Ji Beili listened carefully to their conversation but could not hear clearly.
Hongshuigou did not stare at Fei Ge Po Jian. Bei Gonghua entered the house mainly to listen to what they were talking about so that he could make plans. Suddenly, there were many escorts in the small town, which was abnormal.
While the waiter was serving food and pouring wine for them, he went into the room and sat down in Feng Ziyue and Ji Bei, three tables apart.
Look at Wuwu Jianghu.
