This fight for each other's smearing ended because of an unprecedented stinky fart from Rooster Xiaohuang.
At that time, Xiao Huang was standing in the tuyere watching the melee. He was so arrogant that he was so excited that he released a loud fart. When the spring breeze swept away, the stench instantly smothered Li Yi and others who were at a disadvantage, and for a while they turned their heads, and they were dying of pain. The chickens were scrambling to disperse, and Li Yi and others covered their noses and stomped their feet. It didn't take a moment for all the living things on the scene to stop.
"Huh? Is the fight over?" Nie Bufan, who was cooking chicken soup in the kitchen, didn't hear any movement for a long time.
There were not a few chickens left at the scene, and the rest of the people all had disheveled faces, obviously smelled bad, and had to maintain their demeanor, standing upright like wooden stakes.
Nie Bufan watched for a while, then shouted, "I let the landslide burn hot water, do you want to go and wash up first?"
Hearing this, Li Huai walked towards his residence without saying a word.
Si Chenyu and Shen Muran also left one after another, and Wang Shichan, who triggered the battle, has long since disappeared.
Li Yi walked silently to the kitchen where Nie Bufan was, but before he even entered, he was blocked by the door: "You, hurry up and wash it, it's so stinky that even mosquitoes can be smoked to death."
In fact, the stench on Li Yi's body was not caused by Xiao Huang's stinky farts, but the result of the battle with Wang Shichan, who was covered in chicken shit.
Li Yi looked at Nie Bufan, and suddenly stepped forward a few steps, hugged him tightly in his arms, and rubbed him in various ways.
Nie Bufan struggled and yelled, "Li Si, you bastard!"
Li Yi said without changing his face: "Have the hot water been boiled, let's wash it together?"
"Humph!" Nie Bufan kicked Li Yi away and saw Zhang Junshi walking towards them at a glance. He immediately stretched out his arms and flew into Zhang Junshi's arms with great grace, rubbing hard a few times.
Li Yi turned black.
Zhang Junshi smiled.
"Guys, for the sake of our glorious image, let's take a bath together!" Nie Bufan pointed to the bathhouse in a heroic gesture.
However, Li Yi and Zhang Junshi were the only ones who went into the water in the end.
By the time they were soaked in the hot water, Nie Bufan had long since disappeared, leaving them in their respective corners, staring at each other.
Li Yi suddenly stood up, hooked up a piece of clothing and put it on, and walked out of the bathhouse in a hurry. Not long after, Nie Bufan was wrapped in his arms and carried in, and he threw it into the bathtub with a wave of his hand, splashing a large amount of water.
Nie Bufan popped his head out and protested, "Li Si, what are you doing?"
"Bath."
"I don't bathe!"
Li Yi ignored him, took off his clothes and entered the bath.
"Zhang San, look at Li Si, it's so bad!" Nie Bufan turned around and hugged Zhang Junshi, accusing Li Yi of his evil deeds.
Zhang Junshi patted his shoulder and comforted: "It's okay, I'm here."
Li Yi glanced at him contemptuously, and reached out to pull out Nie Bufan from his arms.
Nie Bufan hugged Zhang Junshi's neck hard, Zhang Junshi wrapped around his waist with one hand and blocked Li Yi's claws with the other.
The eyes of the two collided in the air, sparks overflowing and sizzling.
Li Yi retracted his hand and leaned leisurely on the edge of the bathtub, but his underwater feet stretched out to rub against Nie Bufan's lower back.
Nie Bufan couldn't help but stand up, straddled Zhang Junshi's lap, and turned his head to stare at Li Yi.
Zhang Junshi's lower body was tortured by such pressure, and he could only endure it with all his might while Nie Bufan's dishonest dawdling. However, Li Yi was in high spirits, and his toes moved between his hips intentionally or unintentionally. Nie Bufan could only keep dodging, shaking up, down, left and right.
Rao is Zhang Junshi's extraordinary concentration, but he had to break the power, his clone swelled, and he stood up to Nie Bufan.
Nie Bufan paused and gave Zhang Junshi a surprised look, who looked back deeply.
At this time, Li Yi's wicked foot stretched out again, and went down the spine into the tail vertebra.
Nie Bufan leaned forward slightly, Zhang Junshi's giant object penetrated deep, and pushed against the edge of the entrance together with his trousers. Nie Bufan just sat there, and as long as he lowered his body, it was estimated that the thing would be able to drive straight in.
Zhang Junshi's expression didn't change, but there was a faint expectation in his eyes, and there was a suppressed urgency in his breathing.
The three were silent, the water was eerily quiet, but the water was choppy.
Suddenly, Nie Bufan grabbed Li Yi's foot with a backhand, and dragged him upward with the strength of sucking milk—
thump! Li Yi, who was very skilled in martial arts, slipped unprepared, and sank into the water with a gurgling bubble.
As soon as he succeeded, Nie Bufan quickly got off Zhang Junshi and sat beside him.
Zhang Junshi glanced at him, and before Li Yi appeared, he lowered his head and kissed him lightly on the mouth, his eyes were deep, and he had a smile that was so gentle that he could get tired of it.
Nie Bufan's body went numb inexplicably, and when the Buddha was electrocuted, it was numb to the bone marrow.
Li Yi rushed out of the water with a black face, staring at Nie Bufan, but didn't shout, who told him to do it first
Nie Bufan leaned on the edge of the bathtub with one hand, propped his head up and said, "Li Si, you just take a shower, why are you making a fuss?" As he spoke, he lifted his feet out of the water, shook his head, and gave him a wink. , said softly, "Why, do you need a massage?"
"No need." Li Yi spit out these words stiffly.
Zhang Junshi smiled and scooped up a towel to help Nie Bufan wipe the stains on his face.
Nie Bufan pulled his hand aside and scooped up a towel and wiped it randomly.
Seeing this, Li Yi's face darkened slightly.
After that, everything was calm, the three of them washed and wiped off smoothly and quickly, and nothing happened to the Buddha.
But the three had different thoughts in their hearts.
Zhang Junshi revealed his feelings and no longer suppressed.
Li Yi had a sense of crisis, and was thinking about giving people as soon as possible.
Nie Bufan had a rare headache, and thought to himself whether it was time for him to go shopping in the kiln
The ecstatic Nie Bufan walked into the kitchen, swept to the stove inadvertently, and suddenly shouted, "Where's my chicken soup?"
The stove was empty, and there was only a scent mixed with the stench in the air.
No need to guess, it must be that guy Wang Shichan who killed a carbine and stole the whole pot of soup.
"Who said that the eldest son of the Wang family was out of this world and was called an 'elegant' guest in the wind?" Nie Bufan asked through gritted teeth.
Zhang Li and the two looked at each other, but did not fight.
Nie Bufan patted the table and said fiercely, "Starting today, all meals will be changed to white porridge and eggs!"
"Uh..." Zhang Junshi said hesitantly, "Fan, as far as I know, Wang Shichan is a vegetarian, and the porridge and eggs seem to suit his taste."
Li Yi nodded again and again.
Nie Bufan said with a sinister smile, "Then I'll add spiciness to the porridge, and mix garlic in the eggs."
"..." Zhang Junshi glanced at Li Yi, meaning: You should have been beaten to death just now, now it's alright, let people run away, it's us who suffer.
Li Yi also gave him a look: those who do not contribute have no right to speak.
Ignoring the eye contact between the two, Nie Bufan angrily washed rice and cooked porridge.
Suddenly, he asked, "Do you know what Wang Shichan likes most?"
"Buddhist scriptures." The two replied at the same time, which is probably something that everyone in the world knows.
"How much do you like it?"
"I will recite a scripture before and after eating." Li Yi replied.
"I cherish the rare orphaned or handed down works like my life."
"Oh." Nie Bufan nodded understandingly, his face was exhausted, and he hummed a song briskly.
At the same time, Zhang Li and Li shivered for no reason.
It was night, Nie Bufan sneaked a book from Xiaoji. This was what he saw in Xiaoji's collection when he discovered the robbery last time. Jagged, the text inside is still intact.
This happened to be a Buddhist scripture, and the reason why Nie Bufan was able to recognize it was because there was a Buddha statue painted on the cover. It contains not only the original text, but also the translation.
Nie Bufan scooped out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and randomly selected a few paragraphs of the original text and copied them down one by one. The font was distorted like a drunken chicken.
Then scooped up nails and a hammer, and walked out the door in the dark with a pile of paper in between...
The next day, Wang Shichan appeared in front of Nie Bufan as expected, scooping up the scriptures he copied last night, twelve of them, and he took back all of them before they landed.
"Where did this come from?" Wang Shichan asked.
Nie Bufan glanced at random: "What?"
"The Mahayana Heart Sutra, the incomplete and incomplete sutra hundreds of years ago. There are six books in total, and there are six books in total. Today, only three books have been handed down, and this one in my hand is one of the lost ones. You Where did you get it? Where is the entire copy?"
"Why should I tell you?" Nie Bufan drank tea leisurely with a scooping expression on his face.
Li Yi and Zhang Junshi, who just came to the door, saw this scene and couldn't help but become curious. They carefully read the scriptures on the paper. The words were obscure and profound, and they were definitely not fabricated out of thin air, let alone the semi-literate Nie Bufan.
Just where did this guy find the Buddhist scriptures? I only asked Wang Shichan about his preferences yesterday, and I made a copy today. If Wang Shichan likes erotic pictures, then I wonder if he will scoop out the "Yi Jin Gu Tu Jue"...
Wang Shichan's face was a little ugly. He had always been calm. When he saw the cherished Buddhist scriptures being copied like a group of demons dancing wildly, and posted everywhere, he couldn't help but feel angry, which made him even more angry than being teased by them yesterday.
"Give me the scriptures." Wang Shichan said expressionlessly.
"You said it would be handed over to you?"
"Then what do you want?"
Nie Bufan looked him up and down and asked, "What would you do?"
"What's the meaning?"
"Can you cook?"
"Won't."
"Laundry?"
"Won't."
"Feed the chicken?"
"Won't."
"… warm the bed?"
"… "
Nie Bufan looked at him with contempt: "Nothing, why should I give you such a precious, rare and unique scripture?"
"I bought it with money."
"Master is not short of money now."
"Then what are you missing?"
Lack of roots. Zhang Junshi and Li Yi flashed this sentence in their minds.
Nie Bufan thought hard, and murmured, "I have money, a room, a chicken and a warm bed, I have talent and looks, and I have someone to escort me. I eat well, sleep well, and live a worry-free life, as if I don't lack anything?"
"..." The three of them had black lines on their faces at the same time.
"Let's do it!" Nie Bufan clapped his hands and said simply, "You should be on guard around Jiwo Village and be careful not to let others steal the chickens. Recently, there are often strange people around Jiwo Village. Chickens are pure and harmless, delicate and weak, and they will be taken away if they are not careful."
Pure and harmless, delicate and weak? This is definitely not your Nie Bufan's chicken!
The three were silent.
"How?" Nie Bufan asked again.
Wang Shichan thought about it for a while, and finally nodded his head, which he would regret thousands of times in the future: "Okay."