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Chapter 107 Salted fish with dreams

The diners at the porridge stall didn't know why, but they saw a group of people fighting together.

After obtaining the "Pearl of Rice", Yu Sheng's body became very flexible, no less flexible than those with internal strength.

He lowered his head to avoid a punch and shouted: "Watch me lift my vaginal legs."

Perhaps it was a conditioned reflex, but the man lowered his hands and subconsciously blocked his crotch, forgetting that he had protection.

Yu Sheng hit him in the face, but due to his lack of height, he could only hit the big man on the chest.

The man was initially surprised when he saw Yu Sheng pointing here and there, but then he couldn't help but feel happy when he saw that his fist was weak and weak and hit his chest.

When he pushed out his chest muscles, he wanted to push back the rest of his life.

He did exactly that, taking three steps back before he could stand firm.

But the man also felt uncomfortable, because he wore a ring with thorns on the fist he hit, and the thorns pierced the man's chest and took away a trace of his flesh.

"Despicable." The man roared, and punched Yu Sheng with a fist as big as a casserole.

At the critical moment, the man's fist was blocked by a salted fish.

This is a salted fish with a dream.

Xianyu blocked his fist and then hit the man on the chest, sending him flying away.

"It's you again." The martial artist holding the salted fish tail said.

He is exactly the martial artist I have just seen in Yu Sheng, who does not carry a sword on his waist but hangs a salted fish.

"Salted fish seller, you have nothing to do here." The man stood up and said.

"I can't stand your despicable behavior." The martial artist said, "The land is not yours, so why can't others do business?"

It turns out that the abalone restaurant is run by the martial artist's family.

Shangxinlou is determined to grow bigger under the slogan of "Yangzhou's No. 1 Porridge", but the adjacent salted fish shop smells bad, and the two families often have conflicts because of this.

As a servant of the Cai family, the man often made trouble for the salted fish shop, but was blocked by the martial arts master.

The two families were at odds with each other, and when Yu Sheng's stall was smashed, the martial artist felt the same pain, so he took action.

The servants of the Cai family were numerous, and the man was not timid. He waved his hand and shouted: "It's time to settle the old and new accounts together, give it to me..."

Before he could say the word "hit", he was knocked away by a donkey.

Bai Gaoxing was still fighting, Maomao ran over and knocked people away, and then the people around Ye Zigao also flew away.

There was another servant who wanted to take action, but Maomao sprayed saliva on his face.

"Maomao." "The city lord's donkey." "How dare you scold the city lord!" "No, I mean the city lord's donkey."

The people watching were talking a lot.

The field fell silent for a moment, and the servants of the Cai family stepped aside. Only the man who was knocked away struggled to get up.

Yu Sheng walked over and pushed the man to the ground.

"Bang~" He kicked the man in the crotch, "You're really on guard."

He looked around and couldn't find anything he could take advantage of. When he saw a salted fish in the martial artist's hand, he asked curiously: "Is your weapon a salted fish?"

The martial artist is strong and strong, with his chest open, revealing his bronze skin and chest hair.

When Yu Sheng asked him, the martial artist said: "Don't underestimate this salted fish. It cannot be chopped, sawed, boiled or burned. It is much more durable than a knife."

"You are still a salted fish with a dream." Yu Sheng said, "How about you lend it to me?"

The martial artist handed over the salted fish.

Yu Sheng held the bifurcation of the salted fish's tail and waved it around, feeling it was very smooth, "It's really good."

"Really?" Perhaps the others were laughing too much, but suddenly he heard someone praising him, and the martial artist was very happy.

For the rest of my life, I will use salted fish to mark the crotch of a man,

The man shook his head hastily, "Shopkeeper, shopkeeper, please be merciful, my wife almost ran away with someone last time."

"real or fake?"

"Really, really." said the man.

"Then I can't have this wife."

"I regret it too. She was in the fireworks field before, and I thought she would change after she came out."

"It turns out he is an honest man." Yu Sheng looked at the man with compassion.

"Ahem." Bai Gaoxing reminded Yu Sheng, "Now is not the time for friendship."

Yu Sheng came to the realization, "I can be merciful, but I have to ask for some interest."

He squatted down and left marks on the man's left and right eye sockets before stopping, "Now we are even."

Maomao's actions made the servants of the Cai family very afraid.

They heard someone snap their fingers behind them, looked at each other and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Yu Sheng returned the salted fish and thanked the martial artist. After introducing himself, the martial artist announced his family name as "Lu Renyi".

"Your brother must be called Lu Renjia." Yu Sheng said.

The martial artist shook his head, "Brother Lu Junyi."

He pointed at a man working at the fish restaurant.

The man was dirty and stained with fish scales, but he was very skillful in cleaning up the fish.

"Brother, the fish soup is very good. Please try it some other time." The martial artist said warmly.

Yu Sheng smiled bitterly, "Forget it, I'm allergic to fish."

"allergy?"



After exchanging pleasantries, Yu Sheng returned to the stall. The porridge bucket had already reached the bottom. Even if the Cai family's servants didn't make a fuss, it was time for them to close the stall.

People who came here because of the porridge regretted it when they saw that the porridge was sold out.

While packing their things, they gathered around Yu Sheng. Some wizards asked Yu Sheng where his home was, and some Celestial Masters asked when Yu Sheng would come back.

After getting on the donkey cart, Yu Sheng handed over to everyone and said, "We'll come back tomorrow morning."

He even shouted this to Shangxinlou, which made Cai Wanshou's face turn green with anger.

"They must be driven away, otherwise I will be embarrassed to hang up my sign," Cai Wanshou said.

Cai Wannian had already found out clearly from his servant. He said to Cai Wanshou, "They are the ones who injured Ming'er a few days ago."

Cai Wanshou became even more angry, "You're a piece of trash. You just make people laugh, and you got slapped on the door."

A few days ago, Cai Ming was deposed. In order to regain his glory, he went to a brothel alone. However, he made a fool of himself and became the laughingstock of the brothel. Gradually, it spread to the whole city.

"They have Maomao in their hands, what should we do?" Cai Wannian asked again.

"Go to the banker." Cai Wanshou said, "The donkey has stayed at the banker temporarily. They have a way."

Before Cai Wanshou rushed to the banker in the afternoon, Cai Ming was already standing in front of him.

"Don't worry, Dad, if he dares to come again tomorrow, I will make him lose all his money." Cai Ming said through gritted teeth before being reprimanded.

Cai Wanshou asked him, "What are you going to do? If you are embarrassed again, don't blame me for breaking your legs."

"No, no." Cai Ming hurriedly reassured the old man, "This idea came from Mr. Zhuang."

Cai Wanshou felt relieved, "What's your idea?"

"Dad, do you still remember that sloppy Taoist priest?"

"Of course I will remember it." Cai Wanshou nodded.

The sloppy Taoist priest came to Yangzhou last year and became famous throughout the city when he first arrived.

There is a teahouse outside the south gate of Yangzhou. In front of the teahouse, there is an old tree that can only be surrounded by seven or eight people. I don't know how many hundred years it is.

It's just that the old tree was struck by lightning the year before last, leaving it empty and withered.

Originally, the teahouse business was still very good while enjoying the shade under the tree. However, after the tree died, the scorching sun made the teahouse unbearably hot, and the business gradually declined.

When a slovenly Taoist priest entered the city, the sun was scorching hot and he was very hungry and thirsty, so he asked the owner of the teahouse for a cup of tea.

The teahouse owner allowed him.

After drinking a cup of tea, the sloppy Taoist asked for another bowl of tea, put it in his mouth, gargled it and spit it into the belly of the tree.

Just as the teahouse owner was about to scold him, the Taoist turned around and said, "Let's take this as a reward."

After that, the sloppy Taoist entered the city under the scorching sun.

The next day, when the teahouse owner got up and opened the door, he saw that the dead tree had sprouted and turned green.

The old tree came to life.


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