The villain's deadly support

The atmosphere fell into a freezing point for a while.

Wen Chuchu felt like a beast was living in her stomach, howling non-stop.

The cake was too warm to chew, but it was extremely precious to Xiao Qinglian, she patted the dry cake with distress, and put it back into the cloth bag.

"Sister, let me go first..." Xiao Qing was still thinking about sweeping the ladder, so Wen Chuchu who was lying on the ground dragged her back by her ankles.

"Very hungry." Wen Chuchu went on strike again.

But Xiao Qing was anxious, because the master said that sweeping the ladder is also a kind of practice, which is the greatest test of perseverance.However, if it goes on like this, how can she finish cleaning in one afternoon?Is it possible to work until the stars are scarce?

"elder sister…"

"hungry--"

"Uh, the ladder..."

"hungry--"

The two of them communicated in such an incoherent way, that it really took until noon.

There were bursts of melodious bells from Ruoxiu Mountain, and the outside of the small firewood house suddenly became lively.

Wen Chuchu suddenly raised his head and looked at Xiao Qinglian with clean eyes, "Is it time for dinner?"

"Ah."

"It's finally dinner time!" Wen Chuchu got up excitedly.

As soon as Xiao Qing took a porcelain bowl, her waist tightened, and then she was held by Wen Chuchu and rushed out of the door.

When I came to the ladder, I saw a bullock cart walking leisurely, dragging a bucket.

In that bucket, put four big buckets, steaming hot, there were outer disciples with the same title as Xiao Qing, and hurriedly surrounded them.

The gathered people surrounded the oxcart in a blink of an eye, making it impossible to move an inch. They stretched out their bowls and squeezed up desperately. The scene deeply shocked Wen Chuchu.

They are really like a group of zombies, regardless of dignity, upbringing, and humility. The young and strong people overturned the old people to the ground, and the adults dragged the children out of the crowd.

Yelling, yelling, and cursing became a mess...

"Oh! Don't squeeze! Don't squeeze!" On the bucket, there was a man from the outer door, who was pointing at everyone with a spoon, "If it is squeezed over, no one will have to eat, back off! Do you hear me! "

Under Wen Chuchu's eyes, Xiao Qing also joined the battle, she squeezed anxiously into the crowd, stretched out her bowl, trying to get to the side of Douzi.

But she was too thin and weak, compared with those tall and big men, she was almost vulnerable. She was pushed in and out by a group of people, and she couldn't grab porridge or cake.

Wen Chuchu walked over, she lifted the little guy and pulled it aside, rubbed Xiao Qing's head, "Wait here."

So, Wen Chuchu was holding a bowl and squeezed in again.

Talking about strength, Wen Chuchu finally understood the difference between those with and without cultivation. Those people couldn't push her, but she raised her arms and squeezed in easily.

Under the suppression of this absolute power, Wen Chuchu suddenly understood how vulnerable she was in the eyes of the boss before.

He got the porridge and the cake, but Wen Chuchu looked at the bowl of mushy porridge and fell silent.

Soon, the person standing on the bucket tapped the barrel roughly with a spoon, "No, today's meal is finished!"

The crowd wailed again, because every day people go hungry, and not all of them get enough to eat.

Is this really a place of practice?

Seeing the wailing of the disciples from the outer sect, Wen Chuchu felt that this Ruoxiu Mountain was not a holy place. Is the real Tianchong really worthy of everyone's respect?

"This..." Wen Chuchu's face darkened. Looking at the bowl of porridge, she felt like slop, mixed with leftover rice, leftovers, broken cakes, and even... a hair.

She handed the cake to Xiao Qinglian's hand, and was about to lead her back to the small wood house, but unexpectedly Xiao Qinglian would hold her little finger.

Oh my god, how could Xiaoqing be so cute!

Just as he was looking at Xiao Qing with a gentle smile, he found that the little guy had a serious expression on his face, staring at the crowd who had just robbed him.

"Oh... how can people live like this!" There was a gray-haired old man with a hunchback, sitting on the ground, poking out a handful of grass and raising it towards the sky.

The old man looked to be at least five or sixty years old, and he was also wearing a patched green robe, sitting on the ground and crying helplessly.

To be honest, in Wen Chuchu's eyes, such a person has no chance to enter the inner sect to practice...

But Xiao Qing went over, knelt down in front of the hunchbacked old man, and handed over the cake in her hand, "Uncle Liang, I snatched it today, let me give you the cake."

"Oh, girl..." The old man burst into tears.

"Uncle, if it wasn't for you to help me, I would have starved to death long ago." Xiao Qing felt awkward, her slender arms were dangling by the old man's muscular hand, and she quickly stood up from the ground, "I ...I have to go back first!"

After finishing speaking, Xiao Qing ran to Wen Chuchu's side again, and grabbed Wen Chuchu's skirt.

Children always love to look at adults, and Xiao Qing is no exception. When the cake is distributed, it means that a bowl of porridge is her and Wen Chuchu's daily ration.

After returning to the small wood house, Xiao Qing was like a child who made a mistake, she did not dare to face the gentle gaze.

"Sister, you can eat." Xiao Qing bowed his head and picked at the tattered green robe, "I'm not hungry..."

"Do you eat this kind of thing every day?" Wen Chuchu scooped it up in the bowl with a wooden spoon, and saw that there seemed to be bite marks on the broken cake soaked in the porridge.

"Not really..." If you could eat it every day, it would be considered a very luxurious thing, Xiao Qing replied at a loss.

But Wen Chuchu already had an answer in her heart.

That day's ladder transformed the outer sect and the inner sect into two worlds.

Just like the group of children I saw last night, they ate well, lived well, were pampered and glamorous.

These outer sect disciples are said to be disciples, but in fact, they exist like slaves and handymen, doing the dirtiest and hardest work, but they are just outer sects.

This Poyun Sect is like a bonfire at night, always attracting moths who come to the flame.

"Qinglian, is there any reason why you are obsessed with the outer disciples?" Wen Chuchu looked at the thin little girl.

"Outer sect disciples can participate in the selection of the sect every year, and those who are capable can enter the sect to practice." Xiao Qinglian answered truthfully, but stared longingly at the porridge in Wen Chuchu's hand.

"If you don't enter the outer door, can't you take the exam?" Wen Chuchu continued to ask.

Xiao Qing shook his head, "You can also donate with virtue."

Aren't outer disciples human...

That bastard Taoist priest has set good rules, the rich spend money, the poor contribute, and the poor who are the best are doing the hardest work. How many people are there?

Wen Chuchu looked at the porridge in her hand and became sad, she absolutely refused to eat this kind of thing with Xiaoqing's mouth.

"Go and give away the porridge, and my sister will take you to eat something else."

"I..." Xiao Qing's face showed embarrassment, she was really hungry.

"If you don't give it away, I'll throw it away!" Wen Chuchu said, took the bowl and walked out.

The little guy was in such a hurry, she hurriedly grabbed the bowl, thinking about finding a corner, even if she had a few sips.

But the wish came to nothing, Wen Chuchu followed her, and she could only give the porridge to other outer disciples who had helped her.

The moment the porridge was poured into someone else's bowl, Xiaoqing's eyes turned red, she couldn't understand the feeling of being hungry...

But who is to blame?

Blame her for being weak, blame anyone for being able to bully her...

The moment Wen Chuchu knelt down and hugged Xiaoqing into her arms, the child's young heart collapsed, and the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time burst out.

"Hey, my sister will take you down the mountain to eat something good, so you won't be full." Wen Chuchu felt sorry for the little guy.

"I...I can't go." Xiao Qing was sobbing, her warm head rubbing against her heart almost melted, "I haven't swept the sky today, Master will drive me away..."

"You don't need to worry about Tianjie, you won't have to do such heavy work after you have a sister." Wen Chuchu rubbed Xiao Qing's head, "Also, I won't let you go hungry again Come on, don't cry."

Xiao Qing was crying sadly, Wen Chuchu spent a lot of effort to coax the little guy well.

"Go and wash the dishes, my sister will not only take you to find food, but also pack it back for dinner." Wen Chuchu looked sad at the slender Xiao Qing, that stinky Taoist shamelessly took advantage of Xiao Qing's panic …

Holding the bowls, the troubled little sisters went down the mountain, and heard from Xiao Qing that there was a very prosperous town at the foot of the mountain, but with Xiao Qing's footsteps, it could be regarded as out of reach.

But for Wen Chuchu, this distance is not very far.

Following Xiao Qing's instructions, it took them a while to arrive at the small town at the foot of the mountain.

People come and go, bustling and bustling, this is the place where people live!

"Ha!" Wen Chuchu happily looked at the shops on both sides of the street, all kinds of snacks, pastries, and restaurants with delicious wine and meat.

"Sister..." Xiao Qing was dragged around by Wen Chuchu, she had to remind Wen Chuchu blushingly, "We have no money..."

"Hey! It doesn't matter if you have money or not!" Wen Chuchu has always been an optimist, "Didn't senior brother point out a bright way!"

"What?" Why can't Xiao Qing remember what someone pointed out.

"Beg for food!" Wen Chuchu gave a thumbs up.

As soon as he heard that he wanted to beg without dignity, Xiao Qinglian violently resisted again, "I won't go!"

"Oh, I'm begging, but I don't want you to beg!" Wen Chuchu pinched Xiao Qing, who was about to escape, under her armpit, "Get the bowl, otherwise there won't be any delicious corn and rice to eat at night." !"

They shuttled between the crowded streets, their warm eyes seemed to be searching for something.

"Yes!" Wen Chuchu's eyes lit up, and she walked towards a person on the side of the road.

Her target was a dirty beggar with a cane and scantily clad clothes.

Xiao Qing resisted and struggled, and even shouted indiscriminately, "Let go of me!!!"

"Oh, how about this, can you sit next to me and wait for me?" Wen Chuchu put Xiaoqing's title on the stone steps of the shop next to her.

Then she squatted beside a beggar and asked for advice, "I said brother, teach me?" Wen Chuchu rubbed her hands at the beggar with a playful smile.

"You?!" The beggar looked at Wen Chuchu incredulously, and then showed contempt in his eyes: "You can't! You are like this, God didn't give you food!"

"Look down on who!"

While Wen Chuchu was fighting with the beggar, there was a bang, and someone threw a few copper coins into the bowl Xiao Qing was holding.

Wen Chuchu stood up in shock.

"Tut tsk tsk!" The beggar curled his lips, raised his dirty hand, and pointed at Xiao Qing, "See? Then ask God to give you a meal."

Xiaoqing burst into tears with a "wow".

"Good guy, boss, you are really an all-rounder..." Wen Chuchu gave him an approving look.

The author has something to say: Xiao Qing: Wow - I don't want God to reward me with this meal! ! !

Wen Chuchu applauded in surprise! ! ! !

Hanhan raised the microphone: How do you feel about being forced to open a business?

Shen Qinglian raised the microphone and threw it towards Wen Chuchu!

The sound drew an arc and flew over...

Hanhan is also inexplicably vacated...

Hanhan: Who did I provoke? ? ?

Thanks to the little angels who threw mine yesterday!