The Correct Posture For Salted Fish To Turn Over

　　Whoever thinks, early the next morning, some people are more active than him waiting in the martial arts field.

When Gu Zheng saw the group of warriors headed by Huang Hongfei and looked forward to his brand new routine explanation books, he was admired by his painting skills, and was impressed by his concise, simple and clear explanations. At that time, there was a large stack of similarly simple books in his hands.

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　　 and Huang Hongfei’s famous stunts

　　 These are his next work, Gu Zheng, to repair these imperfect martial arts secrets that non-humans can understand.

　　 Gu Zheng, who was dumbfounded, had only one idea. Zhi Baolin intends to follow the example of the Da Men Da sect and establish a ‘Cangjing Pavilion’ himself.

　　 is also good, this is also included in the original owner's mission, rescue and repair books.

　　Hey, cheats are also books, don’t take beanbags as dry food!

　　 Client, this is also piece-rate!

　　 Gu Zheng gave perfect feedback to the original owner through laughing and forgetting his thoughts at this time. Whoever thinks of this pedantic scholar actually agreed with one bite.

　　In the past few days of personal observation and study, this client suddenly learned a lot from Gu Zheng.

　　 And his thoughts are also perfect from the protection of specific books, sublimation to the level of the continuation of cultural heritage.

　　 Love books as fate is worthy of praise in Gu Zheng’s thoughts. It is a noble behavior. Of course, the original owner’s petty theft was automatically ignored by him.

　　 Gu Zheng didn't know that he had been affirmed. After putting all these books back in their original places, he finally came out to breathe a sigh of relief after work.

　　 Son and Laozi are both virtues, and holding on to a person is a violent use.

　　 I don’t care, go buy a piece of clothing first. Wearing clothes like this again doesn't match the identity.

　　 It was the evening of sunset after work, but the streets leading to the commercial street in Baolin have reached the busiest moment of the day.

　　 In this street that can only accommodate two horses driving side by side, the flow of people who have already returned home from work and work is full of people.

There are people coming and going in front of the decent storefront. The small merchants and hawkers who enter the city for retail have no previous reservations. They find a space on this street that can barely fit, and then they will leave the rest in their hands. The goods were placed out, hoping to sell them all before the gates of the Buddha City were closed.

　　 The gap in this meeting is the opportunity for those housewives to take advantage. Not considered fresh dishes, meat eager to sell in the summer, and some stocked groceries are all they buy.

However, Gu Zheng, who arrived in this street, had a different goal. He went straight to the clothing store that the poor people rarely visited. In just a quarter of an hour, he appeared at the door again, as big as a shotgun. Changed.

　　 At this time, Gu Zheng, the robe on his body is no longer the gray and invisible torn robe, but an indigo cotton gown over it.

　　 Although the materials and tailoring are the most common in the shop, under the interpretation of Gu Zheng's body, it is a bit gentle and elegant.

　　 At this time, Gu Zheng can finally be called by someone who is not familiar with it respectfully, sir.

No, he was shy again in the bag, and came to the stand of the bistro without a hassle, but he stood in front of the drinking table outside the counter for a long time, and did not see a familiar bartender coming over to greet him. .

　　 "Hey, I said, bartender, you don't plan to do business today, do you? Old acquaintances don't bring greetings?"

The mentioned bartender put down the spoon of wine in his hand, and turned his head somewhat surprised: "Are you Mr. Gu? You really have changed a lot. I thought you were a distinguished customer who was going to have a drink in the restaurant. It’s just me looking at the dish's brand of water."

　　 "Why Mr. Gu is now considered a developed person, so he didn't plan to go in for a drink?"

Gu Zheng, who was outside the table, shook his head quickly: "Don’t, I still like this familiar taste. You should follow the old rules to give it to me. In other words, my wine yesterday was still warm in your bowl, no knowledge…"

　　 "Oh oh, naturally I will make up for you, but Mr. Gu, what did the group of widows who were illuminated by the black light want you for yesterday?"

　　 "It won't be.. Hehe, you know, today you not only came back unscathed, but also put on a brand new robe.. Everyone understands."

　　 Where is this?

　　 Gu Zheng just brought the drink to his mouth, and almost squirted it out again.

　　 He was about to explain the ins and outs of the matter, when he noticed that his gown was gently pulled from behind.

　　 Behind him is Xiao Su Qi'er looking at him with a serious face, motioning him to go to the corner for a comment.

　　 Gu Zheng, who didn't want to talk to the bartender anymore, went to a corner not far away with the little beggar.

　　 "I didn't buy buns today, but I will treat you to a full meal the other day. Thank you little brother for his life-saving grace."

"No, I'm Su Xiaoqier righteous, how could it be possible to intimidate others to repay your kindness? I have a business to find you today. Here, take it. Someone asked me to pass this to you. Give me a reply. To deliver the reply."

　　, still a serious little beggar, handed a letter from his arms.

　　 Gu Zheng, with a puzzled look on his face, took the letter and read it carefully twice, showing a corresponding joy on his face.

He looked around. In front of the Suan Xiucai booth where he wrote ghostwriters on the side of the street, he spent two large sums of money borrowing paper and pen, and wrote the reply in twos or twos. The original paper was stuffed back. In the envelope.

　　 "Hey! Little brother, this is a reply to Tankou. Why did you do the work of spreading letters for them? Don't you beggars most look down on these ignorant women?"

When asked about this, Su Xiaoqier’s face showed a rare trace of shame and admiration~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He corrected Gu Zheng’s attitude very seriously, and replied with righteous words: "Mr. Gu, you I can’t always look at people with colored eyes. I originally thought that way.”

　　 "But your husband doesn't know, after I saw their righteous deeds last night, I found out that these women are stupid, but the things they do are admirable and good."

Following the narration of the little beggar, the child finally danced and fell asleep. When they slept on the top of the warehouse where the wharf was recruited at night, the red light he saw and the battle between foreigner smuggling ships lowered his voice. , The vivid description was given to Gu Zheng.

　　 "In short, these are the teachers of benevolence and righteousness, and it is my honor to be able to pass the message between Mr. Gu and Tankou. Today they asked our Beggars to be responsible for the future contact with Mr. Gu, and I agreed."

　　 "I also consider myself a teacher of justice and contribute my strength!"

Seeing the appearance of this young but pretending beggar, Gu Zheng's hard heart softened a little bit. He touched the other party's hair with his hand and put the last coin in his sleeve. Passed it out and stuffed it into the opponent's hand.

　　 "Hey, the righteous teacher also needs food and grass first. Only when he is full can he have strength?"

Looking at the envelope in his hand and the big greasy money left over from buying a steamed bun, the boy who didn’t know what he was crying, his reply was a little trembling: "Well, I’m going to sir, so do you. Drink the bar!"

　　 After all, he squeezed in the crowd three or two without looking back and disappeared in the direction of Xiaojiekou. .

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