Don't be a scumbag

Leng Bingbing spent ten days on the road, and finally arrived at the original place, Fengyue Tower in Shuangxi Town, a border town.She shouted happily: "Sister Chuntao, Sister Xiasang... I'm back!"

Fengyue Building has changed from a place of Fengyue to a restaurant, it is very lively, and Chuntao and the others are simply too busy.They twisted their slender waists and shuttled between the tables.Chuntao waved the fragrant gauze scarf and said, "Xiaoman, why are you still standing there, go to the kitchen to help first, alas, our chef is back, our business will definitely be better."

Nodding coldly, with the burden still on his back, he rolled up his sleeves and turned to the back kitchen.After passing the small courtyard between the back kitchen and the lobby, she saw the dark guy again.She laughed and cried, "Damn Dabao, do you know how hard it was for me to come here?"

Bao Zheng, wearing a white apron, stood up, "I thought I would wait here forever. Now, my little man is finally back." Bao Zheng smiled and opened his arms, and rushed over coldly. It was so violent that the two of them fell to the ground together.

"Hey, don't look at evil." Sister Chuntao smiled very ambiguously, "You two can make out for a while, oops, I should go serve the dishes. Go ahead!"

"Sister Chuntao, help! Xiaoman is going to crush me to death!" Bao Zheng pouted suddenly, as if he had been greatly wronged, and even his voice became sweet and sticky, making Leng Bingbing get goosebumps all over his body.Bao Zheng blinked at her, and continued to play dumb.

After the two met in Fengyuelou, they stayed.Leng Bingbing finally got his wish and married Bao Zheng. To outsiders, it looked like a flower stuck in cow dung. Faced with other people's ridicule, Bao Zheng still smiled foolishly and ran out to buy fruit for his daughter-in-law.

Many years later, the unshaven Bao Zheng returned to Luzhou with a cute little girl in a white fluffy jacket.Gongsun Ce, Little Kite, Zhan Zhao, and Aunt Bao who were having a reunion dinner hurried out.Bao Zheng forced a smile and patted the little girl's head: "Xiao Xiao, her name is grandma, uncle, and aunt."

"Grandma, Uncle Gongsun, Uncle Zhan, Auntie Little Kite, my name is Bao Xiaoxiao. Although I am very white, I am indeed my father's biological daughter." Bao Xiaoxiao introduced with a smile. Cute. "Grandma, do you have a knife at home? I'm going to shave Daddy."

"..." Aunt Bao didn't know how to answer, what if the child hurt herself while playing with a knife, she hugged Bao Xiaoxiao affectionately, and quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, "Everyone go in for dinner first, what do you want to eat?" Let's talk when we're full."

And Leng Bingbing, who had already woken up in another world, was rubbing his temples in distress, feeling that Bao Zheng really deserves to be the moving god of death on par with Sherlock Holmes and Conan. He was shot innocently and was involved in a murder case. , was murdered to death just like that, it looked like he was asleep.

Thinking of the sensible Bao Xiaoxiao, Leng Bingbing was a little relieved, with her Xiaolongbao by Dabao's side, Bao Zheng should be able to live a good life and be his stern and selfless Bao Qingtian.

"Master, are you awake?" A woman in white came over and lit the oil lamp in the house, but it was still dark outside.In this familiar room, familiar outfit, and familiar address, Bing Bing suddenly felt that his whole body was not well.

"Yeah." He answered coldly and vaguely.After finishing the light breakfast, the sky became much brighter. She sorted out the memory of the original owner, her face was livid.Her current identity is Yan Jing'an, and she became the head of the Cihang Jingzhai at a young age, and it is now the Yuan Dynasty.The most important thing is that this vegetarian is about to go out to find his apprentice.Moreover, Yan Jing'an had been looking for him for two and a half years, and he had traveled to fifteen provinces.

Thinking of when I was a vegetarian, I searched for nearly 20 years but failed to find a suitable disciple, and finally I found my daughter to take the position of saint for a while, Leng Bingbing suddenly felt that the future was gloomy.She is a very responsible person. She is in her position and seeks her job. Since she is now the owner of Cihang Jingzhai, she has to bear the responsibility of finding the inheritance of her disciples.

For hundreds of years, Cihang Jingzhai is still the spiritual leader of Wulin Baidao, living a life isolated from the world, but there are a few more types of vegetables in the back mountain fields, which can be regarded as improving life.Leng Bingbing silently made a middle finger in his heart, and then calmly put on a show, standing in the tea garden on the back mountain and breathing out.

After arranging the affairs of Jingzhai, Leng Bingbing took some clothes and went down to Dita Peak.She was still dressed in simple men's clothing, which was more convenient.Leng Bingbing is not in a hurry to hurry, sometimes, accepting apprentices is also based on fate, and as long as the right person appears, she will have a telepathy.

She has been to the bustling metropolis, where people of all races gather, and there is a sense of prosperity.Looking at those red-haired and green-eyed people wearing Chinese robes, I couldn't help covering my mouth and chuckling coldly.At this time, Huang Daopo had already invented cotton textiles, and she wore soft and breathable cotton robes in the cold, looking like a scholar from a poor family.

Leaving the bustling city, I came to a relatively sparsely populated village.She moved her white jade-like ears, frowned slightly, and with a light leap, she jumped onto the canopy of the tree.The wind was blowing the leaves, and the coldness rose and fell with the swaying branches and leaves, and her eyes were already focused on the distance.It was a group of Mongolian soldiers, all of them were rough and sturdy, wearing cold armor, riding tall horses, and rushed towards one direction at a fast speed.

The cold brows were slightly frowned, and she chased after her lightly, because she was only hanging from a distance, and the team of Mongolian soldiers didn't notice.Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks. This team of Mongolian soldiers was obviously here to respond, and there was another team that had already started killing in this quiet village before.

Thick gray-black smoke rushed towards the face with enthusiasm, and the cold eyes were reddened by the smoke, and the red flames in the distance burned the wooden firewood house, making a crackling sound.The steaming heat wave dyed her cheeks red, and the later team also joined the massacre team, everywhere was dazzling blood red, and there were desolate screams everywhere.

Leng Bingbing pulled out her sword and rushed towards the group of devils, the corners of her eyes were stained with crimson, she only knew to kill those Mongolian soldiers who slaughtered the villagers as soon as possible.She has always been indifferent and rational. This is the first time she has reaped life like crazy, and it is also the first time she has dissatisfaction with this dynasty.

She came from modern times, and she didn't care whether the world belonged to Han people or other ethnic groups, after all, everyone is one family.But now she understands, now is now, and the future is the future.The Han people who were slaughtered by others seemed to be encouraged by the coldness, and they used their fists to bring a Mongolian soldier and smashed them hard. The opponent's face was covered with blood.

The battle ended coldly, and with a shake of his wrist, the blood on it was shaken off.A group of Han people walked over supporting each other, and knelt down in the cold.

"Thank you hero for saving your life! If it weren't for the hero, I'm afraid three out of ten of us wouldn't be able to survive, and we would all be turned into loess." A person who seemed to be the most prestigious said on behalf of everyone.

Leng Bingbing hurriedly helped them up, and said in a hoarse voice: "You are doing this to kill Yan, get up quickly, I can save you for a while, but not forever, you should find a place to hide first."

"What about the hero? The Mongolian soldiers will not let you go." The old man said worriedly, even though he saw Leng Bingbing's superb martial arts, there were also people with extremely high martial arts in the Yuan Dynasty.

"Then let them let their horses come here." Leng Bingbing stood with his hands behind his back full of arrogance, "By the way, why did those Mongolian soldiers want to massacre the village?"

"We are Li Family Village here." The old man explained, "Back then, that old bastard Boyan proposed to the Tartar emperor to kill all the four surnames Zhang, Wang, Liu, and Li, as well as the royal surname Zhao."

"But I heard that the Emperor did not obey."

The old man reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes.It was only then that Leng Bingbing noticed that everyone's thumbs had been chopped off.

Sensing the cold and puzzled eyes, the old man replied slowly: "Although there is no imperial decree issued, the power is not in the hands of the emperor. Those powerful officials can do whatever they want in secret. Our thumbs are for them to fear that the Han will rebel against them." , was chopped off by the Baozhang’s family here, so they couldn’t afford weapons. Even the kitchen knives are shared by ten households, and when they are used, they have to go to the Baozhang’s to get them. Because of one sentence."

"One sentence?" Most of the history books talk about modern and modern history, Leng Bingbing is not specialized in history, and doesn't know much about the events of the Yuan Dynasty.

"Yes, kill the Tartars on August [-]th." The old man's eyes shone with hatred. "This saying was quietly circulated in our village before, just waiting for the arrival of the Red Turban Army. On August [-]th, we will revolt together, overthrow the rule of the Hulu, and drive them back to the grassland. Unfortunately, the Red Turban Army did not Arrive as promised, the Mongolian soldiers will come to slaughter the village first."

"Even so, we can't take it any longer," interjected a muscular young man, blood still oozing from his arm.Leng Bingbing took out a white cloth, handed it over, and signaled the other party to stop the bleeding first.The young man's face turned red immediately, but it was not obvious because of the light from the fire.

"Old man, no matter what, let's leave here first, I promise, this dynasty will end soon." Leng Bingbing no longer had the usual laughter, and his expression was extremely serious.

The old man seemed to have seen the day in the future. He trembled with excitement and burst into tears. Looking back, his former homeland had been wiped out, and many familiar people were gone. No matter how hard they endured, even There is no way out.