Lan Yihe and the bronze sword fought fiercely in mid-air for a whole day and night
Cao Ning sat blankly on the roof the whole time, holding his chin with his hands and yawning continuously.
It's not that he doesn't want to end this meaningless fight as soon as possible, but that the old man really cares about face and refuses to admit defeat.
In addition, Cao Ning is not someone who gives in easily, so the two of them reached a stalemate.
I don't know how much time passed, but the sun came out. The old man flung his sleeves and robe angrily to hold up a wall of air, blocking the light of the bronze sword.
In mid-air, the old man's face turned red from holding back, and the veins on his face popped out. It looked like he could no longer bear it.
On the other hand, Cao Ning next to him had a slumped face the whole time. He moved his little hand from time to time and commanded the bronze sword to cut off several waves of attacks launched by the old man.
One man and one sword fought in mid-air for a long time, but they still couldn't decide the winner.
Finally, the old man couldn't bear it any longer, so he raised a wave of air to force the bronze sword back, and then waved his sleeves.
"No fight, no fight. It's really boring to fight with you. If the fight continues, others will say that I am bullying the younger."
The old man secretly took a few deep breaths and put his hands behind his back. He had to admit that he was really old.
If he had been twenty years younger, he would definitely have been able to fight for another three days and three nights.
At this time, Cao Ning also put away the bronze sword, "Why didn't the old man stop fighting? The winner hasn't been determined yet?"
In fact, Cao Ning knew that all he had to do to defeat the old man was to take action himself, but if he really did that, he would probably be hated by the old man forever.
Elderly people are all face-loving people. If you don't give them face, they will get angry with you on the spot.
"Why are you fighting? Didn't you see the dawn? I can't go to work!"
The old man who slipped off the stage was angry and had a straight face!
Today's young people don't know how to respect the old and care for the young at all, and they don't give in to the elderly.
Cao Ning stood on the roof and shouted loudly: "Is it okay not to go to work?"
"You support me if you don't go to work?"
The old man didn't even bother to turn around, I really wanted to give him a big eye roll.
In one night, all the meat in the refrigerator was gone, and a jar of centuries-old palace jade liquid was lost.
If we don't take advantage of a few people, it will take years and months to make up for this loss.
Cao Ning stared blankly at the old man's back, then smiled gently and shouted loudly: "I will support you!"
"..."
The old man was stunned. He turned back blankly to look at Cao Ning on the roof.
What's wrong with this kid? Why do these words sound weird?
For a moment, the air was filled with a delicious smell!
"???"
At this time, several fools who were dozing next to them also looked at Cao Ning on the roof at the same time.
At first glance, Cao Ning's words sounded familiar, but the character's background seemed a bit confusing.
One of them is a young man in his early twenties, and the other is an old man with dirt buried up to his neck.
Such a delicious picture can be cooked even with three large basins of white rice.
Is this the legendary distortion of human nature?
"Neuropathy!"
The old man flicked his sleeves, rolled his eyes, and entered the small building without looking back.
I am already so old, and I still want to be teased by a little brat whose hair is not fully grown. Now I am really embarrassed.
"Hahaha, old man, don't be angry, I was just joking!"
Cao Ning on the roof burst out laughing when he saw the old man's confused expression.
But he was really worried that the old man would suddenly say "Okay!"
If that were the case, I'm afraid Xia Shihan would kick him out directly.
Back on the ground, several Tie Hanhan gathered around Cao Ning with excited faces.
"Brother Ning, you are so powerful, even this old man is no match for you."
"That's right, I said Brother Ning can win, but you still don't believe it!"
"Who doesn't believe it? Who doesn't believe it? I also say that Brother Ning can win. Otherwise, the old man would be so willing to teach us, right Brother Ning."
The words spoken by the three iron fools all made Cao Ning's ears buzz with noise.
Cao Ning plucked his ears and looked next to him. Two people were missing.
"Where are the little fat man and Mo Xiaoniu?"
"Fat man said you would definitely win, so he went back to sleep first. Special Envoy Mo seemed to have gone to the cremation room and never came out." Zhao Hai chatted.
"The little fat guy's words are always pleasing to the ear!"
Cao Ning stretched out beautifully and added: "I'll go see what Mo Xiaoniu is doing first!
You go wake up the little fat man, and then go to the cremation room to observe and study together. Today's class is very important. You'd better take notes if necessary."
After saying that, Cao Ning strode away.
Several Tiehanhan looked at Cao Ning's leaving figure and were a little puzzled.
"Isn't it just cremation? Do you still need to take notes?"
"Brother Ning asks you to take notes, so you can take them out for review later."
Liu Hao patted Zhao Hai on the shoulder: "Haizi, I'll leave this matter to you. I'll go see if the little fat guy is awake first."
"Yes, yes, I'll go take a look too. I'll leave my share to you, Haizi. Don't forget to lend me a copy later." Sun Liang agreed.
"No, what are you doing? Can't we record it?" Zhao Hai followed behind and asked in confusion.
In fact, how did they know that a seemingly ordinary thing would make the three of them lose their appetite for several days.
...
In the cremation room, Mo Xuelan heard someone coming in and immediately put on a veil to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
After Cao Ning came in, she saw Mo Xuelan standing aside in a daze. He wanted to scare her from behind, but unexpectedly, Mo Xuelan suddenly turned around and was startled.
"I'll go, next time you turn around, can you tell me in advance where this is? This is the cremation room, and I'm most afraid of ghosts." Cao Ning patted his heart and said resentfully.
"Um???"
Mo Xuelan looked at Cao Ning with disdain!
Are you afraid of ghosts? Are you afraid that Xia Shihan will be jealous?
"Why are you here?
Could it be that the old man left a psychological shadow on you, so that you are now even afraid of ghosts?
If this is the case, then I can apply to the local government to re-appoint the ferryman for the Greater Bay Area."
"What, you want me to retire early?"
Cao Ning was not happy when he heard this: "I told you, I will leave a psychological shadow on the old man? Mo Xiaoniu, you are not wrong!"
"What did you call me?" Mo Xuelan said with a gloomy face.
"I...cough cough cough, Special Envoy, Special Envoy, please go to the head office!"
It’s really overwhelming at the level of officialdom!
Cao Ning changed his words in embarrassment and continued: "You didn't see the old man being beaten by me, Zhen Zhen Zhen, then I will be miserable..."
"Ahem, cough, cough, speak ill of people behind their backs, aren't you afraid of having your tongue cut out after you die?"
"Um, why are you here, old man?"
Just as the two were competing, the old man came in from the other aisle with a sullen face.
