If you want to simply calculate the force value, although Lou Jiang is a little inferior to the top perverts of Taiyi, it is not too far behind. The reason why they are so embarrassed is because... Taiyi, these guys, they don't talk about martial arts!

If you want more yin damage, you can even use it in wheel battles.

A few days ago, Loujiang couldn't stand the days when the house was bare and the air leaked from all sides. Biting the bullet, he went to apply for the recruitment of the "Nether City Office" and joined the post on the same day. After the third month of my employment, I finally got my quota for chopping wood. But... when he happily walked through the specially approved passage of the Netherworld Office to chop wood, he always felt that something was wrong.

Taiyi's group of guys who suffered thousands of knives waited for him with more splendid smiles.

He even asked enthusiastically, do you need help to carry it back? Do you need help polishing the wood? They Taiyi do carpentry work, but all of them are good hands! It's all the craftsmanship that was practiced by cutting wood to make waist cards... Guaranteed quality and quantity, you are satisfied.

Very wrong.

Very wrong.

Lou Jiang recalled that Taiyi's "horrible" arithmetic class results always felt that...

It seems, seems to be...

Counted?

"Just this broken wood, is it worth much?" Zuo Yuesheng saw Lou Jiang's face changing blue and purple, he slowly retreated back, and laughed twice, "Ha, what is that, Brother Lou, I'm just here to see you, we'll change another day, another day. There's a chance..." Before he could finish speaking, the man had already moved to the door.

"See you another day—"

"You come back to me!"

After half a ghost time.

"One month's quota for chopping wood for a wooden door, oh, plus my white sparrow, and the white sparrow who harmed me, plus one more crime, plus one month..." Lou Jiang finished the calculation. , "slapped" the rotation list of the Nether Office, and photographed it in front of Zuo Yuesheng, who was holding the bird cage and shrunk into a large ball, with a pleasant expression, "Okay, Junior Brother Zuo, Master Zuo, I will ask you to help me. The rotation for the next two months will be given.”

"The account bookkeeper is with Senior Sister Mu of Taiyi Cao Xifeng—the one who was just woken up by you and poured water on you." Lou Jiang seemed to remember something, and said lightly, "Oh, there seem to be a few before. Junior Brother, the wrong year made Senior Sister Mu boil for a month before sorting out the Shouyuan Book of the old year. I just slept for less than two hours."

He smiled at Zuo Yuesheng, whose expression was gradually dull.

"Don't worry, Senior Sister Mu has a good temper and won't hold grudges."

"real."

What a hell of you!

Zuo Yuesheng's expression was distorted.

Who doesn't know that the seniors and seniors of Cao Xifeng of Taiyizong value their beauty sleep the most. Zuo Yuesheng felt that if Senior Sister Mu was in a hurry to make up for her sleep, she would have to rush down and beat herself first.

This is on duty for the liner, and it falls under her hands. How can there be any life?

"Don't worry," Lou Jiang patted Zuo Yuesheng on the shoulder, magnanimously, "for the sake of you being my pavilion master in the past, I won't ask you for Yuelu this time. You go to work, even if you are your own. make money."

Zuo Yuesheng was silent for a moment, grief-stricken: "Lou Jiang, Lou Mama, you have changed! You are no longer the good mother you used to be!!"

"I said, don't call me Lou Mama," Lou Jiang's forehead jumped, gritted his teeth, and then sneered, "You still think you are the Zuo Pavilion master! Wake up, this is all dead!" He turned to Zuo Yue Sheng showed a meaningful smile, "In the past, for the sake of being the owner of Shanhai Pavilion, you have to save some face for Shanhai Pavilion. Now..."

He laughed.

Zuo Yuesheng picked up the bird cage and ran away.

three days later.

In the west of Nether City, in a towering red-tiled palace. Heaps and piles of ledger books have been built up, all the way to the roof. The scrolls are like mountains and seas, and there are bleak ghosts floating in the pages. At the gate of the palace, a yellow notice was posted.

To the effect:

The Nether Office recruits talents, mainly recruits talents from the Accounting Department of the Accounting Department and the Index Department. The salary is 800 yuan per month, and there is a logging quota for one hardwood tree in the east of the city in March. Food, shelter and blind date...  

The wind blew the yellow paper rattling.

In the palace, Lou Jiang moved a rocking chair that Zuo Yuesheng liked to lie down, and while reading the newly published book, he nibbled on melon seeds, and from time to time threw the melon seed shells towards a table not far away that was submerged in account books: "Zuo Da. Pavilion Master, pay attention! Bring out the spirit of our Shanhai Pavilion!"

"Work hard! Work hard! Work harder! There are another 1,800 copies, and today's work is over!"

All right.

Now Lou Jiang is not bothered at all.

The author has something to say:

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chapter 184

Sky lantern and sky lantern.

One by one, little by little, it rose from the pitch-black Xiongfeng giant valley, brightly shining, like a galaxy flowing backwards among the mountains.

Ye Cang sat cross-legged on the top of Beichen Mountain, knocking on the heavy sword on his knees, watching this scene.

The habit of Taiyi disciples putting out night lights in Kongsang did not change when they returned to Dongzhou. When it spread to other cities in Dongzhou, it became the annual Autumn Equinox Lantern Festival. People put their thoughts on the million Taiyi immortals on the lamp, praying that it can convey their prayers to the sky.

May the immortals be rewarded with good deeds, reincarnated in the next life, and be safe and sound.

May all the scattered souls be freed from resentment and hatred, and their past lives forgotten.

Ye Cang reached out and caught a falling paper lantern.

The paper lanterns are very rough, as if they were made by children from different households. Looking closely, the bottom few bamboo strips were still stained with blood. thought it was a child who was clumsy and cut his hands when he first started weaving.

The words in the front wireframe are barely correct.