Li Qingyang, Lu Qianqian and other disciples came to Qingyang Village after receiving the mission of the sect, and began to look for targets to do the mission.
"A disciple of the Iron-Bone Sect?"
"Dog... Jun Changxiao, that brat, when did you accept so many disciples?"
"Under the big banyan tree, a young girl who looks like a big girl said that he was ordered by the head to write letters for us on Zhao Xiucai's behalf."
The villagers of Qingyang Village gathered at the entrance of the village to discuss.
Li Qingyang, who was sitting under the big tree, was immediately hurt when he heard everyone describe himself as a big girl.
In fact, he looks quite sunny and masculine. The reason why he is regarded as a girl is because of his bright martial arts clothes.
Not long after, a white-haired old woman with a cane came slowly.
Li Qingyang said: "Grandma, do you want to write a letter?"
The white-haired old woman turned her ears sideways and said, "Son, what did you just say?"
"I said, are you here to write a letter?" Li Qingyang's voice raised a lot.
The white-haired old woman still couldn't hear clearly, she shook her skinny hand, pointed to her ear again and said, "I'm getting old and hard of hearing, so I can't hear clearly."
Li Qingyang had no choice but to pick up a pen and write the six words 'Are you here to write a letter' on the paper.
Coincidentally, Xiao Zuiji, who was carrying two buckets of excrement, was walking down the path, and when he saw the second senior brother show the old woman a piece of paper, he almost staggered and fell to the ground.
Li Qingyang looked over when he heard the movement, and said, "Junior brother, what's wrong with you?"
Xiao Zuiji forcibly stabilized his body, preventing the two buckets of dung from falling, and said in a broken voice, "Brother, do you think she can read?"
Li Qingyang slapped his forehead and said: "Forgot, most of the villagers in Qingyang Village are illiterate, even if I write it, I can't understand it."
He luckily shouted at his dantian, "Are you here to write a letter?"
The white-haired old woman heard it this time, but she knocked on her crutches and said, "Baby, can't you keep your voice down, my ears are almost deafened by you."
"Plop."
Li Qingyang slumped directly on the table.
…
In a garden full of fallen leaves.
Lu Qianqian, dressed in white clothes, stood tall like a lotus emerging from water, her soft catkin hands filled with faint spiritual power.
"brush!"
She raised her wrist slightly.
However, the bamboo broom he was holding was unbearable and shattered immediately.
Lu Qianqian frowned slightly and said, "Why is it broken again?"
Looking around, three bamboo brooms have been broken under the feet, and the death is terrible.
"Girl...girl..." Aunt Wang, who was hiding in the distance and protecting herself with a dustpan, said in awe, "You... are you here to sweep the floor, or to kill people!"
"snort."
Lu Qianqian threw the broken broom on the ground, and said angrily, "I said no, but the master asked me to come."
Head
Aunt Wang thought of Jun Changxiao.
He scolded in his heart: "Bastard boy, what do you mean?"
"Hoo hoo!"
Suddenly, waves of air blew.
Aunt Wang hurriedly raised the dustpan, but still took a glance, and saw the beautiful girl waving her hands in mid-air, and the leaves all over the ground were stirred and condensed together.
"Much better than a broom."
Lu Qianqian cast a cold look and said, "Hey, where do you put all this rubbish?"
"The door... outside the door..." Aunt Wang hurriedly pointed to the outside of the courtyard.
"brush!"
Lu Qianqian made a wrong step, as if dancing lightly, the tender white jade palm moved in the void, and the gathered leaves flew out of the wall.
"Plop."
Su Xiaomo, who was looking for Xiao Huang all over the village, happened to pass by outside, and was directly hit on the head by a large leaf and branch, making her extremely embarrassed.
"Puff haha!"
The disciples who were doing the task separately couldn't help laughing when they saw the senior brother's whole body covered with leaves.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"
At this moment, Xiao Zuiji, who was carrying the dung, rushed down from the uphill. Because he couldn't control the pole, the two buckets of dung swayed from side to side, splashing a lot of dung on their faces.
"Ha ha!"
Seeing that the faces of the two juniors were covered with chicken dung, Su Xiaomo burst out laughing.
After arriving at Pingpo, Xiao Zuiji finally stabilized the two buckets of excrement, and turned around in embarrassment: "Senior brother, I'm sorry..."
"Hoo hoo!"
The two disciples with dung on their faces approached with red eyes shining.
Seeing this, Xiao Zui hastily fled with a shoulder pole.
"Don't let him get away!"
The two disciples chased after him quickly, and without heeding the chicken manure, they directly put it into the bucket, wiped it on his face with a splash, and then grinned and said, "It's evened out."
"Hahaha."
Su Xiaomo almost burst into tears.
"Boom!"
A pile of leaves flew over the wall again, hitting him on the head, and he immediately rolled his eyes and fell down. .
…
There are not many people in Qingyang Village, only a few hundred people. Most of the strong men go out to work, and the old and weak, women and children stay behind. It is a bit boring on weekdays.
After the disciples of the Iron and Steel Sect arrived, they went door-to-door to do tasks, and it became lively.
Gradually, the villagers understood that the disciples of the Gousheng Sect were here to do voluntary labor for everyone, so they readily accepted.
"Mr. Li, I want to write a letter."
Under the banyan tree, a 70-year-old man smiled and said, "Give it to the second child in the town, let him spend more time on studying, and don't just focus on playing."
Li Qingyang started to write.
In the past few hours, he has written letters for five villagers.
Some wrote to my son, and some wrote to relatives from other places. Most of the content was about family affairs. Although it was very simple, it was simple.
After writing a letter, Li Qingyang said thoughtfully: "I understand, the sect leader wants me to listen to their hearts so that I can understand something from it."
…
"Crack!"
In the courtyard, Lu Qianqian clapped her hands and said, "It's almost there."
There is a leaf and a trace of dust on the ground, which is much cleaner than cleaning with a bamboo broom.
Aunt Wang was paralyzed at the door of the main room, with a face full of tears.
The yard was cleaned and dust-free, but the few big trees that were planted were full of branches and leaves, but now they are all bare, and even the branches have been torn off, leaving only the trunk.
That's not the point, the point is... All the vegetables grown in the vegetable patch in the yard were uprooted and thrown out.
"Does the room need to be cleaned?"
"brush!"
Aunt Wang jumped up, guarded the door and said, "Girl, I will come to the room by myself, so I don't need to trouble you."
"no."
Lu Qianqian said: "The master said that he will help you with housework."
With a wave of his hand, he pulled her out, stepped into the main room, and immediately heard the sound of 'Kang Dang' and 'Kang Dang' teacups and iron basins.
"ah!"
Aunt Wang held her head, looked up to the sky and cursed: "You bastard, you sent people to torture my old lady on purpose!"
…
Evening came.
In the main hall, there was a smell of chicken dung, Jun Chang smiled and pinched his nose and said, "Give me a bath!"
"Swipe! Brush!"
Xiao Zuiji and others disappeared instantly.
Li Qingyang said: "Sect Leader, the juniors have completed the task brilliantly today."
Jun Chang smiled and said, "Why is your voice hoarse?"
Hearing this, Li Qingyang almost burst into tears and said, "The clients are all elderly grandparents, and none of them are deaf."
"Why."
Jun Changxiao patted him on the shoulder and said, "Thanks for your hard work."
"Um?"
He scanned all the disciples and said, "Where's Qianqian? Why didn't you come back with you?"
"Boom! Boom!"
Suddenly, the ground shook.
Jun Changxiao raised his head, looked at the dust falling from the beams of the house, and said, "Earthquake?"
"Brat, get out!"
Suddenly, there was a loud roar from outside the hall.
"Aunt Wang?"
Jun Changxiao hurried out, but suddenly backed away, so frightened that he put one hand on the edge of the door.
On the martial arts arena, Aunt Wang came with a kitchen knife in one hand and a rolling pin in the other, with a murderous look, shaking the ground with every step she took.
"Head."
Lu Qianqian stood at the corner of the main gate, and said calmly: "She insists on coming to thank you, even my disciple can't stop her."
"Google."
Jun Chang smiled and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and hurriedly said: "Aunt Wang, I have something to say... Ah, Aunt Wang is going to kill someone!"