At night, disciples A and B of the Poison Immortal Sect really fulfilled their promises and made an appointment to pry open the back window of the coffin shop and climb in, hoping to teach the young shop owner who had nostrils facing the sky during the day.

The two of them were smoothly unobstructed. They jumped down from the window. As soon as their feet landed, they felt a heart-wrenching stinging pain coming from under their feet. The pain made them stomp their feet repeatedly, but they knew that the more they stomped, the more they felt, the more they felt.

He didn't dare to howl loudly, and one of them hummed and took out the fire note, wanting to see what was going on.

The fire flashed through the darkness, and a white-faced hangman with a long red tongue and a tall and pointed hat suddenly appeared in front of the two of them. At this time, the ghost was staring at the two of them with big eyes and gloomy eyes.

This scary was awesome, and the two of them could no longer help, "Ghost!" screaming.

Listening from the street market, the sound was like a ghost.

Just as the two of them were holding each other and fighting with their legs, the door of the Shoucai shop was suddenly opened from outside. In an instant, the store was brightly lit. Someone came in with a lantern, followed by a bunch of people, all of whom were fierce.

It depends on the official position.

Sanqi sighed and said to the official: "These two people from the Poison Immortal Sect next door are not good people at first sight. They are jealous of my store making money than his store, and come to steal things in the middle of the night."

After saying that, he shouted at the shopkeeper: "You guys aren't there any of you guys who are missing? Especially the new paper money, which is very popular. Don't let them steal it."

The two disciples of the Poison Immortal Sect wanted to curse.

"Your store has not opened yet, where does the money come from to make people worry about?" At this time, they had already understood that this was the saying of others.

Sanqi snorted coldly: "It's not for money or for goods. Do you have a crush on my newly-built coffin?"

"Bah, who cares about your family's things is bad?"

"You are unlucky and you climbed in the middle of the night? You are right and wrong, and you are just messing around. Look, you stole a lot of nails that have nailed my coffin. Do you two dare to raise your feet and let the official see? The evidence is as strong as a mountain, the thief who steals the nails."

The two of them were so angry that they almost vomited blood, so they looked at the ground with the light on, and sure enough, there were layers of iron nails on the ground.

Now that iron ore is in short supply, iron materials are hard to find. How much money does it cost to buy these iron nails? In order to cure the two of them, the owner of the store has also spent a lot of money.

People from the government always give money to do business. When they see two people wearing night clothes appearing in other people's shops, they are either thieves or thieves.

"Catch it away, take it back for interrogation."

Without waiting for the two disciples of the Poison Immortal Sect to defend themselves, they were taken to the government without saying anything.

The two of them had nails under their feet, and they took blood marks every step. They cried and howled along the way, alarming countless people.

Before leaving, disciple Jia looked at the coffin shop unwillingly. The hanged ghost was sandwiched under Sanqi's armpit, and his long red tongue was floating in the wind.

Sanqi looked at the blood on the ground, sneered twice, and looked at the next door.

Someone there retracted his head and no movement for a long time.

No matter how powerful the Poison Immortal Sect is, it is still afraid of the government.

No matter how powerful the government is, it still needs to give money and face.

Sanqi ordered the shopkeeper to clean up the store and go back to report the message to the master.

After listening to his wonderful explanation, Ran Shaotang smiled and picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Tea was brought from Nanyunguo. For Gao Xi and Zhou Rao, who do not produce tea, this is a luxury.

The tea fragrance is everywhere, leaving a fragrance on the cheeks after entering the mouth.

She thought that if she was idle in the future, Sanqi would be a good candidate.

"This is a beautiful thing. Give the government some more money to bring out some shameful activities from the two of them, and find a few storytellers, and beggars who can beat Sulaibao to promote this matter."

Didn’t Qiu Wubing want to create a good reputation for the Poison Immortal Sect? She refused to let him get what he wanted.

He wanted to be innocent, so she slandered it.

Anyway, the Poison Immortal Sect has black materials, so I don’t worry about not being black.

The next day, the people from the Poison Immortal Sect sneaked into the Shoucai shop next door in the middle of the night and stole nails. The government caught the current affairs on the spot, and it spread throughout the streets and alleys.

When Qiu Wubing heard the news, he was so angry that he turned over the table.

After a few bites of breakfast, it was completely cheaper for Landlords.

After calming down for a moment, he realized the strangeness of the matter and immediately sent someone to investigate.

All the people went to check what happened last night, all the people went to check the background of the coffin shop next door, all the people went to the government to catch people, and all the people went to stop the recurrence of rumors.

The old man sitting opposite him tilted his head, shook his hands, and looked at Qiu Wubing with a dull look.

Qiu Wubing took the bowl from his subordinates, and while feeding the old man to dinner, he comforted him: "Master, don't be afraid, did you scare you just now? Don't worry, the disciple will handle these small things."

The old man opened his mouth and ate the food. Qiu Wubing took a handkerchief and wiped the corners of the old man's mouth that was constantly salivating, and fed him another spoonful.

Qiu Wubing finished feeding the old man and asked his subordinates: "Where has Ma Heng gone? Why didn't he see anyone early in the morning?"

His subordinate immediately replied: "The Zuo Guardian went to the Guifang side to do business yesterday, so he shouldn't have come back so soon."

Qiu Wubing then remembered that he had sent him out to inquire about Ran Shaotang. He didn't even remember it for a moment.

He subconsciously touched his left eye.

After this eye was blinded by Ran Shaotang, it seemed that even his memory was affected. He often forgot something, so he had to write it down, reminding himself over and over again, arresting Ran Shaotang back...

Ran Shaotang was in a good mood early in the morning. After practicing internal skills and swordsmanship, he was holding a crossbow and shooting pears on the tree from a hundred meters away.

Every time I hit one, Sanqi was cheering.

After ten shots and ten shots, she collected the crossbow, and then Sanqi went to the forest to pick up pears.

I picked it up and saw that each pear body was intact. Each arrow was shot on the pear handle, and the arrows were deeply embedded in the trunk.

Sanqi pulled out an arrow and sent it to Ran Shaotang. At this time, Jiu walked lazily to Ran Shaotang with a chicken in his arms, and lay at her feet.

Sanqi didn't dare to mess with this white tiger. In order to make it polite to itself, he specially bought dozens of chickens and put them in a circle, allowing the white tiger to use them.

Shaotang patted the tiger's head, pinched its back, gave it a back massage, took the arrow handed over by Sanqi, and put it into the skin.

Sanqi then said, "The boy I rescued two days ago woke up and just didn't like to talk. He didn't ask anything. Do you think you should send him away? I'm worried that this person has caused you trouble."

Zhongjiu's side, who was eating chicken, suddenly let out an unhappy whistle, and Sanqi immediately stepped back two steps away.

Ran Shaotang looked down at the little white tiger and touched its big head.

The person you want to save in Jiupao must be very ordinary. If you can’t ask, the method of asking is wrong, and it is useful to keep people.

"Did you hear it? I don't want you to send someone away." She smiled and looked at Sanqi.

Sanqi immediately understood what the little master meant and nodded quickly: "Then we'll be able to serve him, and we're not afraid of opening his mouth to eat for a long time."
Chapter completed!