Half a month later, the quiet Qingyuan Gate became lively, and guests visited every three or five days.

There are endless iron fist gates, Baihe Gate, Feidao Gate, and Baihu Gate, but Qin Xiaolu is not interested at all, and even has a little disgust in his heart.

There are many guests, so we should drink some tea. He is the one who boils the water, and he is the one who chops the wood. His workload has increased greatly. Some customers stayed all day long, but the master refused to let him go with him. In fact, he asked him to keep the tea for the guests. This caused him to miss the time for the bamboo forest in the afternoon and had to go at night. As his life rhythm was disrupted, he simply changed to a date with the bamboo forest at night.

Of course, customers often visit each other, which is not of no benefit to Qin Xiaolu. At least, his clothes are much brighter and he wears brand-name goods like his junior brothers and sisters. This is not because his master has poor grades, so he is biased and buys beautiful clothes for those who give him coarse clothes. However, Qin Xiaolu has never worn them. Of course, he has his own reason. Isn’t it a waste for those who chop wood and cook such good clothes to waste?

So, the master did not force him.

However, during this period, the master ordered him to wear the treasured good clothes.

Clothing is the storefront and also the attitude of paying attention to customers.

However, most of the time, Qin Xiaolu stays in the kitchen.

The kitchen is naturally not a clean place, especially the curling smoke that can smoke a person's face, and the white and clean shirts are stained with a layer of smoke and dust. It's no wonder that a gentleman is far away from the kitchen, because a gentleman is usually cleaner. If this person's face is greasy and sloppy all day, it makes people believe that he is a gentleman, which is probably very difficult.

As soon as the door darkened, a faint fragrance blew in. A pretty girl with a young and beautiful woman appeared at the door, holding two kettles in her hand.

Qin Xiaolu recognized her as Ye Qiushui, the daughter of Ye Fanke, the leader of the White Tiger Sect in Goulu Mountain.

Ye Qiushui, as its name suggests, is like a pool of quiet autumn water, clear and cold, looking beautiful, but there is a faint indifference flowing with a hint of disturbance, which is destined to be a landscape that can only be viewed but not accessible.

"I'll see if the water is boiling." She said lightly.

Qin Xiaolu nodded silently, and the water in the pot rang out. This was the prelude to the point of rolling away. He stuffed two more pieces of firewood into the stove.

Ye Qiushui saw his equally cold attitude, and a strange look flashed in her eyes. Because, in her consciousness, almost all young men had the desire to possess when they saw her, and they were flattered and licked her knees and licked her very disgusted.

Among these people are Qin Xiaolu's three junior brothers.

Fortunately, Fang Yan was so stubborn that she forced her to go out to Shangxu Town to shop. Otherwise, Miss Ye could not have come to the kitchen to turn on the water. The three of them had already rushed to serve her.

Humans are strange creatures, especially women, whose minds are even more strange. If you treat her well, she will despise her or even disgust her, but when you ignore her, she will be unhappy again.

She seemed to say casually: "Among the five disciples of your family, your martial arts seem to be the worst."

It was clear that she had begun to revenge on Qin Xiaolu's ignorance of her.

The water was boiling, Qin Xiaolu took the kettle in her hand and replied casually: "Yes."

Ye Qiushui watched him start pouring water into the pot, and even had the idea of ​​pranking, "Do you know who the opponent you are going to face?"

Qin Xiaoludao: "Who?"

Ye Qiushui said: "Wudang Guo Kaixuan, the number one master of the younger generation."

Qin Xiaolu seemed to have been injected with immunity and said, "Oh."

Ye Qiushui covered his mouth with his jade hand and said with a serious expression: "When you meet him, you will be in bed for a year or two if you are not beaten to death."

She thought Qin Xiaolu would jump up in panic. He was holding a scoop of water in his hand, and there was boiling water in the scoop. As long as his hand swayed, the boiling water would definitely burn his hand, and his ignorance would be retribution.

However, Qin Xiaolu's expression remained unchanged at all, and his hands were also very stable, and he said lightly: "There will always be someone who is going to be injured. Let me, a useless person, be injured. Keep your useful body and keep moving forward, which is the best result."

Ye Qiushui was stunned and stared at him in a daze, revealing a hint of confusion.

In fact, this is the purpose of this alliance. If you match the weak ones on the other side, then the strong ones will get the qualification to advance against the weak ones. Although you still have to face a strong confrontation and lose, it is much better than being beaten in the first round. Even if you are lucky, you might be able to enter the top ten, which will make you big.

Ye Qiushui could only understand this: Yes, the reason why she has always turned a blind eye to me is definitely not that he is different from others, but that he was in a bad mood after knowing that his fate was bad. Alas, who taught you that he would not be able to make a contribution to yourself? Now it’s the turn to be cannon fodder?

After not reciting this section, her resentment disappeared, but instead she felt a little sympathy and comforted her softly: "Maybe, the situation will not be too bad."

Qin Xiaolu lifted the kettle and handed it to her, nodded and said, "Thank you."

Ye Qiushui turned around silently and walked outside the house. When he approached the door, he turned around by chance and said softly: "You, be careful."

Qin Xiaolu was stunned. He had never encountered such a look before. He didn't know the meaning of this look, not rough care, not simple cliché, but something unknown.

When he came to his senses and nodded in response, the pretty girl's figure had disappeared from sight.

*******

That night, he came to the bamboo forest again, continued his daily tasks and communicated with bamboo.

At the edge of the sky, thunder suddenly trembled, lightning broke through the sky, and then the heavy raindrops of beans passed through the bamboo leaves and rustled.

The climate of the mountains and forests was originally changeable. Qin Xiaolu had long been used to it, so he did not interrupt his work of slapping bamboo.

Lightning slashed through the night sky, passed through the bamboo branches and leaves, and reflected on him. His clothes were wet, but he was still working hard.

He didn't notice that in the lightning, there was a layer of fog and purple mist floating in the entire bamboo forest.

These purple mists were like a huge vortex cloud, slowly rotating. At the bottom of the vortex, Qin Xiaolu was suddenly there. He was like a bottomless black hole, absorbing it madly, but he didn't realize anything. His only feeling was that it was much easier than before, no, it was much more comfortable. After an hour, he slapped more than half of the bamboo. Not only did he not get tired, but he became more energetic, as if there was an inexhaustible source of power.

Crack!

A huge thunder exploded, and a tongue of fire ran down the bamboo pole. The bamboo was like a silver snake drilling into the ground, with a strange light that was eye-catching.

Qin Xiaolu was slapping the bamboo. His movements were too fast. Before he finished two hundred strokes, his movements were already accustomed to the mechanical mode that was set, so he did not stop in time and hesitated.

A burst of electric current thundered, and Qin Xiaolu was shaken away and unconscious on the ground.

The purple mist suddenly became richer, and it was only then that it turned out that mist was gushing from the roots of each bamboo.

The vortex accelerated its rotation, and then quickly penetrated into Qin Xiaolu's limbs and bones.

Boom!

Suddenly there was a thunderclap, as if an angry god was roaring.

When lightning landed in the bamboo forest, it turned into a light film, like a huge light cover, covering the entire bamboo forest. In an instant, thousands of bamboos were crushed like they were thrown into a meat grinder, turning into ashes in the thunder and fire.
Chapter completed!