In the house provided by Yu, the wooden ceiling was supported by the farmers who drove here, covering up the surging dark clouds in the sky. Although the strong wind was still blowing, it was like the anger of the gods turning into substance, hitting the ceiling, making the ceiling shaking, but it was somewhat stronger than thatched huts.

After settling down, an inexplicable desolate atmosphere lingered in the crowd.

Many younger people gathered near the door, blinking their eyes at the Taoist robe. Seeing that he suddenly stopped talking, they hurriedly greeted: "Taoist Xiaobao, speak quickly."

Zhang Xiaobao waved his hand and signaled them not to urge him, but his body still did not turn around. He looked at the person who came: the ox cart was walking very slowly in the wind. After getting closer, a Taoist in an exquisite Taoist robe walked down from it, but it was not as wrinkled as Zhang Xiaobao. The Taoist came over and was stunned when he saw Zhang Xiaobao, with a hint of contempt, and snorted coldly: "Taoist Qixia Temple?"

Obviously, the Qixia Temple faction has gained fame in Kuaiji recently, and Zhang Xiaobao is not nervous and nods: "That's it."

"So, are you telling those stories that you don't know what's so-called?" The Taoist seemed to feel something interesting and was not in a hurry to go in. He just stood at the door, and someone next to him blocked the wind. "Here, will the matter of Wang Shuping being summoned to heaven be mixed, tell these children?"

"A fellow Taoist is here to find fault?" Zhang Xiaobao is older and Hei Qier, and is already sensible. He frowned immediately, "Disaster comes from the mouth, please be careful. As for whether the prince's mansion is a demon, I can't listen to your family's words."

"You are not worthy of being my fellow Taoist. I said that, can you still be punished by God?"

Crack... rumble...

As soon as the Taoist finished speaking, a thunderclap sounded, which scared him to tremble. Afterwards, he realized that he was actually making a fool of himself among the people. He couldn't hold his face in his face and shook his sleeves: "Wang Shuping acted against the heavens, and he will punish him. You Qixia Temple is not very angry for a long time. You dare to talk about it here to deceive the public. Go and drive this demonic Taoist out!"

The guard behind him walked forward.

"The hurricanes that happen every few years are related to the Fujun? Who believes it!" Looking at the tall guard, Zhang Xiaobao retreated and scolded, "When the hurricane comes out, who is the one who does the people for the people? It is the Fujun, not you. What qualifications do you have to blame the Fujun! In the past, the hurricanes had countless casualties and injuries. What are you doing in Shangqing Sect? Traveling and banquets, have you ever cared about the lives and deaths of the people? Now if it is not the Fujun, the people behind me will hide in a thatched hut and suffer hard in the hurricane. Fujun, Wang Shuping - it is obviously a chosen person who is the one who works for the people, why do you frame him..."

The entanglement here attracted a lot of attention. The Taoist was scolded and blushed. When he saw the guard holding Zhang Xiaobao over, he stretched out his hand and wanted to hold his mouth.

The hand was raised high.

A child suddenly shouted, "Let go of Xiaobao Taoist."

The three children shouted, "What the Taoist Xiaobao said is right."

A group of children shouted, "Let go, get out!"

The adult farmers looked at each other, and a group of people rushed over and grabbed the Taoist's hand the moment it was about to fall: "You guy, please show your mercy."

"Show mercy, young master." The adult's words were much softer, with a hint of humility.

Taoist was so angry that he trembled all over. He pulled his hand back vigorously. Looking at the group of people surrounding him, he gritted his teeth and turned around and left: "Dou, dig, dig, go back!"

Smack...

The first drop of rain fell on the ground with Zhang Xiaobao. Zhang Xiaobao gasped violently. After a while, he grinned at the child who ran to him, his eyes a little wet: "The Lord of the Fu is a good person, not a demon!"

The child looked at the gorgeously decorated walls and smiled sweetly: "We believe in you, Taoist Xiaobao."

...

It was raining, one drop after another, weaving a rain curtain, accompanied by lightning and thunder. It was the time of day, but the whole world was low and dark. It seemed that a giant beast devouring the world, with its open mouth slowly closing.

Holding an umbrella and a food box, Wang Ningyi went to the county prison and sent the prison guard away. He went in alone.

The prison was even darker, and only the light was lit. After passing the winding path, I came to a prison and stopped. The people inside were sleeping quietly. It seemed that the storm outside had nothing to do with him, and I was living the life that I should have.

Slap sex.

Wang Ningzhi knocked on the iron fence and woke up the people inside, then said, "It's time to eat."

"Wang Ning... Fu Jun?" Xu Heng quickly changed his name and looked at Wang Ningzhi carrying the food box, and was a little surprised, "How could he let Fu Jun come to deliver the food in person?"

"If you are against the enemy, you will naturally lose your face, but if you are against your own people, you don't need to worry too much." Take out the upper layer of the food box and put it outside the prison to make sure Xu Heng can reach it. "Eat quickly, I'll come out of it. I hope you have finished this extra meal."

After saying that, he went deeper, Xu Heng opened the food box and saw what was inside. He stopped moving, and looked at Wang Ningzhi leaving with a deeper look.

...

A quarter of an hour later, Wang Ningzhi came out of the food box with the food box, walked to Xu Heng, picked up the food box in front of him, looked at the food that was still steaming inside, and smiled slightly: "It seems that you have eaten it."

The figure hidden in the darkness nodded quickly.

After receiving the reply, Wang Ningzhi did not stop for much and walked out along the tortuous path. There were only five jailers guarding the county prison outside, sitting around a round table, sitting quietly, looking at the rain outside in a daze. When Wang Ningzhi walked out, he hurriedly stood up: "Mr.

"Sit, sit, don't be restrained." Wang Ningzhi walked over and placed the food box on the table. "It's not easy to guard the county prison in such a ghost weather. Have your family all settled it?"

"I have settled it, and I also want to thank the Duke for your care." The jailers replied in unison.

Wang Ningzhi smiled and said, "That's good, thank you for your hard work. The real person Puxiang inside is obviously going to ask for a killing in the autumn. I'll take a look. He is quite strong and he doesn't eat the food I brought... Hiss, it's not convenient for me to take back such heavy rain. Why not, if you eat it, just treat it as a reward for you. After the hurricane, you will give me a reward. How about it?"

"I dare not, I dare not, I am afraid." The prison guard hurriedly expressed his gratitude, looking at the exquisite food box, but he did not refuse. After all, the weather was too bad, and they didn't eat anything, they were hungry.

"This is what you deserve, okay, I'll go back first."

The dark clouds like thick ink rolled, mixed with flashing lightning, and the rainfall hit the buildings, and the flowers, plants and trees splashed one after another, endlessly.

Holding an umbrella, he turned around and looked at the group squatting in the rain.

He smiled and nodded.

A flash of lightning is like a long sword unsheathed!
Chapter completed!