blood pot

(Eight)

Zhang Xiaoyu first wrote a letter of inquiry neatly by herself, asking about factors such as the signing remuneration, and then picked up a pen and continued to write the manuscript.The supporting actor was dragged back to Longshou Peak by his senior brother, and then he began to work hard so that his little friend would no longer be bullied by the master.On the other end, Bai Qian, who has been making soy sauce, also received telepathy from her younger brother, knowing that her Red Luan star probably appeared in the northwest.

Seeing that the "Qimai Martial Arts Competition" held by Qingyunmen every sixteen years is coming, except for Soy Sauce Baiqian and the leading actor, everyone on and off the Dazhufeng Peak is trained by the maid who is soft on the outside and strong on the inside.At this time when no one cares about it, the male protagonist quietly and painstakingly practiced the fourth level of Qing Yunmen's famous Kyushu formula "Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao".The reason why it is so difficult to write is because the male protagonist and the male supporting role lived together in Caomiao Village at the foot of Qingyun Mountain. One day a wandering monk came, and at night the monk fought with a mysterious sneak attack and was seriously injured.In desperation, the monk took the elixir that stimulated vitality but would die in three days, and then chose a man with ordinary qualifications, and taught him the magic formula "Dafan Prajna" of Tianyin Temple, which is one of the three major sects of righteousness along with Qingyun Fenxiang.Later, there were more than 300 people in Caomiao Village, only the male protagonist and supporting actor and a frightened uncle remained.Naturally, Qingyunmen on the mountain couldn't sit idly by.

Because of the ordinary aptitude of the male lead, he just escaped the attention of many elders of the Qingyun Sect, while Lin Jingyu, who was superior in aptitude, was accepted by the second in command of the Qingyun Sect, that is, Master Cangsong, the palm of Longshou Peak, and later bestowed upon him by the Nine Heavens God Soldiers "cut the dragon".But the protagonist is the protagonist after all. When he learned that the senior sister he had a crush on fell in love with Qihao who came that day, the male protagonist found sadly that he could drive the fire stick made of blood—because the stick can’t burn hands, the two people in the world can be separated. Dayibao is used to burn fire.Just when the hero had just learned that he could drive the fire stick, the "Qimai Huiwu" arrived.

After writing this, Zhang Xiaoyu stopped writing.The following "Seven Meridian Contest of Martial Arts" is one of the climaxes of Zhu Xian. Not only will there be masters from all walks of life competing for the championship, but also the heroine Lu Xueqi who is victorious in white.Thinking that the heroine was about to show her might, Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't help laughing "hehe" excitedly.

When Jin Qian walked into the classroom, he raised his eyes and saw Zhang Xiaoyu smiling.The smile on the latter's face froze, and he watched as Jin Qian withdrew his gaze and returned to his seat without changing his expression.Lowering her head, lowering her head and lowering her head again, Zhang Xiaoyu felt that she had lost face to her grandma's house.

The afternoon class was also spent in full concentration. The head teacher had a dull old face of muscle disorders caused by endocrine disorders due to menopause, and announced that school was over if he left himself to review his homework.Zhang Xiaoyu ran all the way, bought envelopes and stamps with the change left over from lunch, and mailed all the letters and manuscripts in the backpack.Jin Qian hid in the crowd behind him and quietly dialed a phone number.

After Zhang Xiaoyu sent the letter, she ran back to the rented house. Zhang's mother was already up, making cabbage tofu soup and the supper she was going to bring tonight.Zhang Xiaoyu gnawed on the steamed buns without washing his hands, Zhang's mother stretched out her chopsticks and knocked him once, telling him to wash his hands and eat quickly so that he can go to study by himself in the evening.Zhang Xiaoyu nodded and said yes, then suddenly remembered something and asked: "Mom, did someone say they want to adopt me a few days ago?"

With a bang, the vegetable shovel in Zhang's mother's hand fell to the ground.

Before Zhang Xiaoyu could speak, Zhang's mother asked first, "Did he go to school to look for you?" After a pause, she continued, "I told him clearly that our family is not short of money, so there is no need to sell my son. To someone else! Why...why does he still go to school! It's too shameful!" As he spoke, he even faintly cried.

Zhang Xiaoyu hurriedly said: "Mom! Mom! He didn't go to school to block me! I just met him and found out about it by accident. Mom, don't worry! Don't say you don't want to, even if you are willing, I will die." I won't leave you!" Zhang's mother's eyes were obviously red.Zhang Xiaoyu groaned and told her the purpose of that person's visit and his sick younger sister. Zhang's mother was afraid after hearing this, but luckily she didn't agree, otherwise she would have pushed her son into the fire pit by herself!

"There is one more thing, I want to discuss with you...I plan...to sell some more blood..."

Big drops of water slipped from Zhang's mother's eyes. She didn't know that her son sold blood to make money to support the family, but she was unmoved after she persuaded and scolded her.One sale of blood by the son is worth four or five days of hard work. Over time, every time Mother Zhang puts out a hundred yuan bill in the drawer, she buys some blood-enriching food for her son.Seeing the panic in her son's eyes, Zhang's mother quickly wiped away her tears, "Go, don't smoke too much, or you will lose your vitality. Huitou will cook pig blood soup for you!"

After finishing speaking, Zhang's mother took the night snack and went out.

There was the sound of a tricycle pushing outside the door, and Zhang Xiaoyu ate the dinner made by her mother alone, tears dripping out drop by drop, falling into the meal like beads with a broken string