Out of Yuanmen

Shen Hanchi slept all the way on the street, in the woods, and in the woodshed, and finally got a soft bed in Tanlang City today.First, he couldn't wait to ask Xiao Er to fetch water, and quickly washed away the dust all over his body, and then hugged the quilt and rolled on the bed several times.

Shen Hanchi originally wanted to sit still and talk, but his upper and lower eyelids fought crazily without giving face.Finally, holding his breath, he pressed the long sword under the pillow, fell on the bed, and fell asleep soundly.

He started having that dream again.

As a result, as soon as he fell asleep, a loud noise exploded beside his ears.Shen Hanchi picked up the long sword beside his pillow almost instantly, turned over and got out of bed, his whole body was tense, and he stared at everything around him warily.

"Brother, have mercy! Don't slap your face!"

A strange cry sounded, followed by a rough curse.Shen Hanchi realized that it didn't seem to be aimed at him, so he breathed a sigh of relief.He leaned over to the door and opened a crack, only to be dumbfounded.

"Don't slap your face! Brother, I really don't know!"

A young Taoist in a baggy robe rolled on the stairs of the inn.The big man behind him held a wooden stick as thick as a bowl, and threw it at the Taoist while cursing.

"Brother, your daughter-in-law said she wanted to sleep with me. I didn't know she was a married woman before! Besides, she didn't take off her belt!" The Taoist begged for mercy while rolling, "Conscience of heaven and earth, monks don't tell lies! Really! , your mother-in-law said it herself, but if you ask her, I don't know anything!"

The big man's face turned into a pig's liver, where did he hear the Taoist begging for mercy.His wooden stick hit the Taoist Tianling Gai directly, seeing that the Taoist was about to bleed.The Taoist quickly used the trick of rolling a donkey, and rolled to one side in a circle, only to avoid being hit in the head.

Shen Hanchi found that the disheveled Taoist priest who kept complaining was obviously a master of martial arts, but he was still beaten honestly.The burly man continued to beat him, and Shen Hanchi made a gesture of leaning against the door and watching the farce as a play.Unexpectedly, a fire at the city gate would affect the fish in the pond, and the Taoist scrambled and scrambled directly into Shen Hanchi's room.

"Mother!" Seeing the sword in Shen Hanchi's hand, the Taoist rushed forward and hugged Shen Hanchi's leg tightly, "Young hero, help!"

This Taoist priest has a peach blossom face, red lips and white teeth, if not for the obscene look in his eyebrows and eyes, he would be a handsome and coquettish fairy.Shen Hanchi sized him up, thinking that it's no wonder that the wife of this burly man wants to make a couple with this Taoist priest... It's really hard to compare people to people, and to compare things with goods.

The big man gasped heavily, stood at the door and shouted: "Don't meddle in your own business, I'm going to kill this wild Taoist priest today!"

The Taoist was Zhu Qingping from Huangmen City. He hid behind Shen Hanchi and yelled, "Your mother-in-law said she was a widow, how would I know! Isn't this what you have done?!"

Shen Hanchi kicked him in disgust: "Brother, are you begging for mercy, or fanning the flames?"

Zhu Qingping hugged Shen Hanchi's leg tightly, Shen Hanchi tried to break free, but was still hugged tightly, confirming that he is indeed a Lianjiazi.It's the first time in my life to see such a monk being caught and raped in bed, and being stuck like a dog's skin plaster by the person concerned...The corner of Shen Hanchi's mouth twitched, he kicked him lightly and said, "Brother, I am innocent, can you let me go?"

Zhu Qingping raised his head with backbone: "I don't!"

"..."

The angry big man was about to make another attack, Shen Hanchi turned his head and said: "Brother, how about this..."

As he was speaking, he kicked Zhu Qingping out of the window.The young Taoist priest crashed out of the window on the second floor and fell heavily on the ground. After rolling around twice, he vomited blood, and his life and death were unknown.

The big man was dumbfounded.Shen Hanchi smiled brightly and said: "I finished beating him for you."

After a while, Zhu Qingping and Shen Hanchi, who were in a state of distress, squatted at a noodle stall two streets away, and each of them held a bowl of mutton noodles in their hands, and ate them without a sound.

Zhu Qingping finished a bowl of wind and clouds, and took another mouthful of "beautiful elder sister", shamelessly asking the proprietress to add soup for him.The proprietress was a middle-aged lady. With a smirk, she pinched the handsome Taoist priest's waist and gave him a bowl of mutton soup and a steamed bun for nothing.

Holding the white flour bun, Zhu Qingping sighed and said, "Alas, who would have thought that the poor would be so mixed up that they would sell their beauty for food."

Shen Hanchi always thought that he was someone who likes to talk nonsense, and now he is willing to bow down in front of the romantic Taoist priest.He rolled his eyes while eating the noodles.

Zhu Qingping patted Shen Hanchi's shoulder heavily, and said proudly: "Brother Shen, thank you for saving your life. The kindness and virtue will never be forgotten, and a bowl of mutton noodles will be written off."

Just now, Shen Hanchi kicked Zhu Qingping with only three points of strength, and then knocked out of the second floor, vomited blood, and unconsciousness was all a farce performed by Zhu Qingping.The two villains met each other's eyes, and in an instant, they planned a scene. The big man was so frightened that he threw his stick and ran away, for fear of being sued.In the end, she was dragged by the vicious Mrs. Huang to pay for the window, and she left the money and ran away in shock.

Under the terrified eyes of everyone on the street, Zhu Qingping, who had rubbed cinnabar on his lips, stood up, able to run and jump, and quite familiarly grabbed Shen Hanchi's shoulder to eat noodles, pretending to repay his kindness.

Shen Hanchi helped him only out of curiosity, put the noodle bowl on the table, and expressed the doubt in his heart: "Your martial arts should be much better than mine, why don't you fight back?"

Zhu Qingping picked up a piece of mutton in the soup with chopsticks and put it into his mouth to chew, very sad: "I made a mistake first, how can I fight back? And martial arts are not for unarmed ordinary people."

"Even if you are a fake Taoist priest, you still have a conscience."

Zhu Qingping said seriously: "Shen Shaoxia, you are wrong, what is a fake Taoist priest? A poor Taoist is a Taoist priest who is listed in the eight scriptures, and there is a document."

Shen Hanchi sneered: "Besides you, are there any serious Taoist priests who cheated on widows and were caught by their husbands in bed?"

"Yes," Zhu Qingping drank the soup with his head up and wiped his mouth, "My master is like this too. Alas, it's a pity, that sister-in-law is so coquettish that she couldn't sleep well."

Shen Hanchi has a new understanding of the Taoist priesthood.Zhu Qingping yelled loudly: "The green mountains don't change, the green waters flow forever, Brother Shen, we will meet later—"

He touched his bosom, and suddenly his face changed.Shen Hanchi saw him groping all over his body, and finally made a bitter face: "It's broken, my purse was touched by that fake widow."

"..." Shen Hanchi showed a strange smile: "Brother, your love is worth it."

The penniless Bai Fengguan had no choice but to beg Shen Hanchi to settle the bill with a sad face.Shen Hanchi looked at this disgusting Taoist priest, gloated and said, "Why don't you exchange your beauty for food?"

"Hey, this benefactor, be cautious in your words and deeds, Pindao is a serious monk! What beauty is not beautiful!" Zhu Qingping accused Shen Hanchi righteously.

"I still don't pay the bill." Shen Hanchi took the money bag back into his arms slowly.

"Good brother, when I saw you, I felt that you were my long-lost brother, please..."

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