Pindao should be robbed

Chapter 2 Jiang Shang
Looking at Fengshen, Jiang Shang seems to be mediocre, but for the current Liu Qiao, it is the most ideal opportunity.

First of all, those gods and masters with high abilities, although they are widely spread in three mountains and five mountains, most of them hide in the deep mountains and do not walk in the mundane world.

Even if he finds an upright and high-minded immortal, how can Liu Qiao let others look at him with extraordinary talent? Is it because of the deep blessing? Or is it because of the strong background?
And as far as Liu Qiao knows, in Feng Shen Yan Yi, oh no, in the entire classical fairy tale, the master is basically looking for apprentices, either acquaintances from previous lives, or pre-booked, or people with backgrounds and talents...

Apart from Sun Houzi, the disciples looking for masters rarely have the real skills, and this does not rule out the pre-determined apprenticeship routine. After all, gods also have their own world, and they also have sophistication.

And if you can worship Jiang Shang as your teacher, or at the last time, even if you serve Jiang Shang as a waiter, you may be able to gain the limelight in the Conferred Gods, and a famous general will get close to Jiang Shang, the leader of the Conferred Gods List. Even if it is death, there is a high probability of becoming a god.

After all, his wife, Mrs. Ma, is a mere woman, vitriolic and mean, without any merit, and can be named a broom star by the nostalgic Jiang Shang.

You know, that is the star god, who controls the stars and latitudes in the sky, stands proudly in the sky, looks down on the mortal world, and lives forever.

Even the hottest star gods belong to the category of gods, at least in the subsequent thousands of years of mythology, they are much nobler than those earth immortals and ghosts.

Thinking of this, Liu Qiao couldn't help looking at Jiang Shang with bright eyes.

Hastily kicked Chai far away, stepped to Jiang Shang's side in two steps, held his old waist with one hand, held Jiang Shang's old hand with the other, and helped him up.

"The old man was frightened. You were not injured just now, were you?"

Liu Qiao looked at Jiang Shang with affection on his face, and said softly as if looking at a rare treasure.

Jiang Shang didn't answer when he heard the words, but just wiped his face and eyes silently, helped up the two baskets, broke away from Liu Qiao, carried the burden, and walked away without looking back.

"Although this person has a pure heart and can lend a helping hand at a critical moment, but then his face is full of philistines and his body is covered in dust. The so-called being courteous for nothing, is either rape or stealing..." Jiang Shang secretly thought.

Seeing that Liu Qiao didn't even think about it at a critical moment, he went to help him, which left a little favor in Jiang Shang's heart. Besides, Jiang Shang didn't like flattery and treacherous people very much.

As for why he didn't say thank you, it's because he is a member of Yuxu's sect, and he has learned some secret techniques. Even without Liu Qiao, he would be fine.

In addition, he is arrogant, even if he admits it in his heart, he will not say it out, and he has a strategy and a clever mind, so he naturally feels that Liu Qiao has something to ask of him.

Jiang Shang turned his head and left, but Liu Qiao was very anxious, but it was just now that he had carried the load for 35 miles, was hungry, and was about to ask him to leave him for a restaurant, so as to win over his feelings.

But then I remembered that my family was so poor that I had only twelve sons in my whole body. When I entered the city, I paid two sons, and I didn't even have my meal for tomorrow, so I gave up.

"Even though Mr. Jiang's ability is average, he was once a fairy among the gods, and he was extraordinary. In addition, he is cunning and cunning. If my thoughts are exposed on the surface, he will see through and be controlled by others. It is really inappropriate to act like this..."

Seeing Jiang Shang's two old legs running fast and disappearing in a blink of an eye, Liu Qiao recalled his own performance just now, it was too flattering, and it really didn't seem like a talent to be made, so he couldn't help but feel annoyed secretly.

Today, the matter of apprenticeship is in vain, with Old Jiangtou's arrogant appearance, not to mention apprenticeship, even if he kneels and kowtows for three days and three nights, he will not accept himself as a servant because of this.

Without him, Old Jiang was entrusted with the destiny of defeating the king, even if he was given a horse and a stirrup, what he wanted was iron bones, at least he would not want flattering ministers, and he had to find another way to hug his legs.

"Running is fast, but as long as you are still in Chaoge, you don't have to worry about not having a chance to meet..." Liu Qiao, who knew the plot, was not in a hurry.

Today's parting is just for a better reunion next time.

At the moment, I decided to sort out my mood, first buy firewood for money, and then go back and think about how to pack myself, and get Jiang Shang's approval.

Shaking his head, he picked up the firewood he had just kicked far away and picked it up again.

While walking, he secretly said: "It seems that worshiping the gods requires a method, just like chasing a girl, you can't put your posture too low.

You have to play hard to get, push-pull tactics, if you can't get me, but you think I'm a talent, want to get me, um... think about it day and night..."

Getting acquainted with Jiang Shang, even if it was a one-sided acquaintance, made Liu Qiao feel relieved.

He is a guest from the future, although he is not in a high position, but in this world, he is facing ninety-nine percent of ordinary people who have no education at all and have never traveled a hundred miles in their entire lives.

He, Liu Qiao, can be regarded as absolutely well-informed, literate, and clever.

With this thought, various strategies to subdue Jiang Shang came to his mind.

This time, I became more confident, my shoulders were no longer sore, my waist was no longer hurting, and I didn’t feel heavy anymore with two bundles of firewood on my shoulders. I was tired, and I walked fast. Came to the front of a large courtyard.

The one who was familiar with the roads sent two bundles of firewood to the stove, and paid twenty cash at the account, and went to the street to buy some rice noodles before leaving the city.

Thinking about something in my heart, I walked lightly. After more than [-] miles, I rushed back in only half an hour.

Looking at the unfamiliar yet familiar green hills, green bamboos, a row of thatched huts and adobe houses at the foot of the hill, a few urchins with hanging hair are playing around in Zhuangkou.

"Uncle...Uncle"

"Uncle Liu..."

Looking at the fertile rural soil that no longer exists in the 21st century, the former ancient cottages seem to stand outside the world, and I can hear the voices of childish urchins.

The sense of unreality that had just been traversed before gradually disappeared, replaced by a down-to-earth feeling.

Accompanied by the children's playfulness, Liu Qiao's last ties to future generations were also cut off, and he completely integrated into this world.

Life in the next few days gradually became dull. Like the original owner, Liu Qiao went to the mountain to cut firewood every afternoon, and dried it in the yard when he returned.

In the past few days, apart from chopping and selling firewood, and studying how to gain Jiang Shang's trust, Liu Qiao has also been silently watching Jiang Shang's movements.

As for Jiang Shang's residence, it can't be hidden from Liu Qiao, who is a traveler, but Songjiazhuang Er, thirty miles west of the city.

Every day after selling firewood on his way home, Liu Qiao would go around the east of the city for more than [-] miles, passing by the gate of Songjiazhuang, but he was worried and wanted to see if Jiang Shang was still in Chaoge City.

After all, Mr. Jiang is the patriarch of military sages, the patriarch of Qimen, who is difficult to meet in the eight lifetimes of Liu Qiao's ancestral graves.

Divided into two
In addition, since Jiang Shang broke away from Liu Qiao that day and walked home hungry with an empty basket, his wife, Mrs. Ma, saw Lao Jiang coming back with an empty basket, and she couldn't help but said happily:
"Jiang Lang, is it possible that in Chaoge City, the sale of white flour is so easy to do? Go out in the morning, and sell it all when you come back at noon. How much money you make, I will bring it to you for safekeeping..."

Lao Jiang sells noodles, the flour is blown away by the wind, and he is irritable. When he comes back, he sees this 60-year-old girl chattering endlessly.

For a moment, he felt very angry, threw the basket heavily on the ground, and cursed: "It's all your troubles, you bastard."

"Oh, you've sold all your noodles, and you're blaming me for not giving me the money for safekeeping. Could it be that you want to save money to marry a young girl..."

Mrs. Ma is also a jealous one. The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. He pursed his mouth and cried: "With me here, don't even think about marrying the younger one. If you want to marry, it depends on whether I agree or not, woo woo..."

Jiang Shang, a simple old man, was completely confused when he watched Ma's self-directed and self-acted.

After listening to Mrs. Ma, she spit out old phlegm mixed with saliva on Jiang Shang's face, and scolded: "It's not that you are useless, you can't even protect the white noodles, and you blame me. You are really a bag of wine. You only know what to eat. Drink, eat lazy people..."

Jiang Shang was almost disgusted to death, wiped the thick phlegm on his face, and said angrily: "You bitch, a bitch, a shrew who doesn't respect etiquette, how dare you spit on your husband and beg for beating... ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah! ..."

After saying that, the two fell apart completely, and the husband and wife wrestled. The taller, fatter and younger Ma Shi gradually gained the upper hand, spitting, scratching, tearing,

Biting, pulling, whatever.

Rao, a disciple of Lao Jiang's Xian family, was also defeated by this shrew, his face was full of color, his clothes were ragged...

(End of this chapter)