Iron Bone Clan's disciples?

Li Qingyang, Lu Qianqian, and the other disciples went to Qingyang Village after receiving the sect's mission. They began to look for targets to complete the mission.

"Iron Bone Clan's disciples?"

"Dog … Jun Changxiao, that brat, when did he take in so many disciples?"

"Under the big banyan tree, a young man who looks like a young lady said that he was ordered by the sect leader to write a letter for us on behalf of Scholar Zhao."

The villagers of Qingyang Village gathered at the entrance of the village and discussed.

Li Qingyang, who was sitting under the big tree, felt hurt when he heard them describe him as a young lady.

In fact, he was quite handsome and masculine. The reason why he was called a young lady was because of his bright sect uniform.

Soon, a white-haired old woman with a walking stick walked over slowly.

Li Qingyang said, "Granny, do you want to write a letter?"

The old woman tilted her ear and said, "Kid, what did you just say?"

"I said, are you here to write a letter?" Li Qingyang raised his voice.

The old woman still did not hear him clearly. She shook her skinny hand and pointed at her ear. "I'm old, my ears are hard of hearing. I can't hear clearly."

Li Qingyang had no choice but to write 'are you here to write a letter?' on a piece of paper.

Coincidentally, Xiao Ziji, who was carrying two buckets of dung, walked over from a small path. When he saw Second Senior Brother holding a piece of paper for the old woman to read, he almost fell to the ground.

Li Qingyang heard the noise and looked over. "Junior Brother, what's wrong?"

Xiao Ziji forced himself to steady himself so that the two buckets of dung would not fall. He broke down and said, "Senior Brother, do you think she can read?"

Li Qingyang slapped his forehead and said, "I forgot, most of the villagers in Qingyang Village are illiterate. Even if I write, they won't understand."

He channeled his Dantian and shouted, "Are you here to write a letter?"

The old woman heard him this time, but she knocked her walking stick and said, "Kid, can't you lower your voice? My ears are going deaf."

"Plop."

Li Qingyang collapsed on the table.

…

In a courtyard full of fallen leaves.

Lu Qianqian, who was dressed in white, stood gracefully like a lotus flower emerging from the water. Her soft little hands were filled with faint spiritual power.

"Shua!"

She raised her wrist gently.

However, the bamboo broom in his hand was unable to withstand the force and shattered.

Lu Qianqian frowned. "Why is it broken again?"

Looking around, there were already three broken brooms under their feet. They had died miserably.

"Miss … Miss …" Auntie Wang, who was hiding in the distance and using a bamboo basket to protect herself, said in fear and trepidation, "You … Are you here to sweep the floor or to kill people?!"

"Hmph."

Lu Qianqian threw the broken broom to the ground and said angrily, "I already said I don't know how to do it, but Sect Leader still let me do it."

Sect Leader?

Auntie Wang thought of Jun Changxiao.

He cursed in his heart, "Bastard, what do you mean by this?"

"Hu hu!"

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew over.

Auntie Wang hurriedly raised the bamboo basket, but still glanced at it. She saw the fairy-like beautiful girl waving her hands in the air, stirring up the leaves on the ground and gathering them together.

"It's much better than a broom."

Lu Qianqian cast a cold gaze and said, "Hey, where do you throw this trash?"

"Outside … Outside …" Auntie Wang hurriedly pointed outside the courtyard.

"Shua!"

Lu Qianqian's feet moved, as if she was dancing. Her tender white jade-like hands moved in the air, and the gathered leaves flew out of the wall.

"Plop."

Su Xiaomo, who was looking for Little Yellow in the village, happened to pass by and was directly hit on the head by a large number of leaves and branches, making him look extremely miserable.

"Puhaha!"

The disciples who were doing their mission saw their senior brother covered in leaves and couldn't help but laugh.

"Move, move!"

At this moment, Xiao Ziji, who was carrying feces, rushed down the slope. Because he couldn't control the carrying pole, the two buckets of feces swayed left and right, splashing a lot of feces on their faces.

"Haha!"

Su Xiaomo laughed out loud when she saw her two juniors' faces covered in chicken dung.

After reaching the flat slope, Xiao Ziji finally stabilized the two buckets of feces. He turned around awkwardly and said, "Senior Brother, sorry …"

"Huff huff!"

The two disciples with feces on their faces approached with red eyes.

Seeing this, Xiao Ziji hurriedly picked up the carrying pole and ran away.

"Don't let him run away!"

The two disciples quickly chased after him. Without caring about the feces, they directly reached into the buckets and smeared it on his face. Then, they grinned and said, "We're even now."

"Hahaha."

Su Xiaomo laughed until tears almost came out of his eyes.

"Bang!"

Another pile of leaves flew out of the wall and hit his head. He immediately rolled his eyes and fell down.

…

There weren't many people in Qingyang Village, only a few hundred. Most of the strong men went out to work, and the old, weak, women, and children stayed behind. Usually, it was a bit boring.

After the disciples of the Iron Bone Sect arrived, they went from house to house to do tasks, and it became lively.

Gradually, the villagers understood that Gou Sheng sent the disciples to do voluntary work for them, and they happily accepted it.

"Mr. Li, I want to write a letter."

Under the banyan tree, an old man in his seventies smiled and said, "Give it to Er Wa 'er in town. Tell him to put more effort into studying and not play all the time."

Li Qingyang picked up the brush and started writing.

In a few hours, he had already written letters for five villagers.

Some were for his son, and some were for his relatives who were not from the village. Most of the content was about daily life. Although it was simple, it was honest.

After finishing a letter, Li Qingyang said thoughtfully, "I understand now. The leader wants me to listen to their inner hearts and understand something from it."

…

"Clap clap!"

In the courtyard, Lu Qianqian clapped her hands and said, "It's almost done."

There was not a single leaf or dust on the ground. It was much cleaner than using a bamboo broom.

Aunt Wang was paralyzed in front of the door of the central room. She wanted to cry but had no tears.

The courtyard was clean and dust-free, but the few big trees that were planted were now completely bare. Even the branches had been torn off, leaving only the trunks.

This was not the main point. The main point was … all the vegetables in the courtyard were uprooted and thrown out.

"Do you still need to clean the room?"

"Swoosh!"

Aunt Wang jumped up and guarded the door. "Miss, I'll clean the room myself. I don't need to trouble you."

"No."

Lu Qianqian said, "The leader said to help you with the housework."

She waved her hand and pulled her out. She walked into the central room. Immediately, the sound of teacups and iron basins colliding could be heard.

"Ahhh!"

Aunt Wang held her head and cursed at the sky, "Bastard, you sent people to torture me on purpose, didn't you?!"

…

Dusk came.

The hall was filled with the smell of chicken manure. Jun Changxiao pinched his nose and said, "Go take a bath!"

"Swoosh! Swoosh! "

Xiao Ziji and the others disappeared in an instant.

Li Qingyang said, "Leader, the junior brothers have completed the mission today."

Jun Changxiao was stunned. "Why is your voice hoarse?"

Li Qingyang almost cried when he heard that. "The clients are all old uncles and aunties. None of them can hear well."

"Sigh."

Jun Changxiao patted him on the shoulder and said, "You've worked hard."

"Hmm?"

He glanced at the disciples and said, "Where's Qianqian? Why didn't she come back with you? "

"Boom! Boom! "

Suddenly, the ground shook.

Jun Changxiao looked up and saw the dust falling from the roof beam. "Earthquake?"

"Brat, get out here!"

Suddenly, a loud roar came from outside the hall.

"Aunt Wang?"

Jun Changxiao hurried out, but he suddenly stepped back. He was so scared that he put one hand on the edge of the door.

On the training field, Aunt Wang held a kitchen knife in one hand and a rolling pin in the other. She was full of killing intent. Every step she took shook the ground.

"Leader."

Lu Qianqian stood at the corner of the door and said calmly, "She insisted on thanking you. I couldn't stop her."

"Gulp."

Jun Changxiao swallowed and said hurriedly, "Aunt Wang, I have something to say … Ahhh, Aunt Wang is going to kill someone!"