Day 3. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

For those who work, after two days of typhoon weather, the news released from the observatory that the typhoon is gradually passing through is undoubtedly the best news heard in the past two days. It's just that it's still a rainy day, and it's still inconvenient for people who travel.

The shopping street was completely depressed in the morning, but the club had a customer.

"This is the best magnolia slice produced in Zhijiang, be careful. ”

Seeing the packets of magnolia slices in the bag handed over by Yang Taizi, the maid lady smiled slightly and accepted them, as if she had purchased them in the supermarket herself.

"Is the owner of your shop here?" asked Yang Taizi as she looked at Yuye and was a little nervous.

It's not that he wants to wait so long to come again. It's just that the last time he killed the ghost king Tongtian in such a limited time, he almost fought for his life. After that day, he looked for a place to recuperate from his injuries, and it took two days to get better, and then he came out to jump again.

It's just that he helped the ghost king Tongtian, and it seems that he has a faint intention to offend this mysterious place...... Although the maid lady of the club left without saying anything that day, how could Yang Taizi think that it had never happened?

Yang Taizi knows the truth of what he likes, and instead of sending something outside his body, it is better to send something he likes. Firmly remembered that you had asked what the magnolia tablets were on the day of Youye, and this old Taoist priest asked someone to get a few packs of the best quality.

The maid said with a smile on her face: "The master is taking a nap upstairs, come down immediately." ”

Even after becoming the owner of the club, Boss Luo's three meals and rest time have not changed.

Yang Taizi nodded, "It's okay, Poor Dao can just wait here." ”

He sat down, sat very straight, and closed his eyes, not even squinting, as if he had a monk's ancient well. It's just that in the heart of this old Taoist priest, there is another thought.

Yang Taizi can't remember how long he has been waiting for him.

It must have been seventy years ago when he was still learning the Tao in the mountains, arriving at the temple early every day, and kneeling on the futon.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. ”

Boss Luo, who came down from the stairs, knew that it was Yang Taizi, and seemed to be a little casual.

Yo Taizi opened her eyes.

He came here today mainly for two things. First: determine the club's attitude towards the matter of the ghost king. Second: Naturally, it is about the content of the exercises in the second half of the white jade plaque.

Luo Qiu, who sat down, first took a sip of the black tea prepared by Youye and lifted himself before he spoke: "Dao Chief, is he going to complete the last transaction when he came over this time?"

Is it just to ask about the transaction? Yang Taizi secretly thought about it in his heart, and saw that the other party didn't seem to mention the matter of the ghost king Tongtian, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. But it can't be so simple as that.

In his opinion, this boss is really difficult to guess - but since the other party does not take the initiative to mention it, then he will definitely not say a word.

"Not the last deal. Yang Taizi took a deep breath and said, "Poor Dao came here this time to do other business. ”

Luo Qiu said curiously: "Let's hear it." ”

Yang Taizi pondered for a moment and then said, "I hope your shop can make a ...... for me."

Yo Taeko began to tell some of the reasons why he was so poor.

It turned out that ten years ago, a very powerful monster came to the mountain where this old Taoist priest was cultivating. In modern times, only the dojo of the master and apprentice of Yang Taizi remained, and it was directly occupied by this powerful monster.

The master and apprentice duo who lost the hill later found an ordinary mountain. The old Taoist priest was bent on regaining the dojo handed down by his ancestors, so he tried every possible means to find the lost exercises.

Later, Luo Qiu, who gradually learned about the circle of abnormal people in the present world, also knew the situation of some modern abnormal creatures from Yuya's mouth.

Like the most common traditional cultures and crafts, the monks of the East have also embarked on the path of decline. Cultivation is difficult, cultivation is tiring, people who are suitable for cultivation are becoming more and more difficult to find, and environmental pollution makes the situation of monks not necessarily much better than that of monsters.

Although Yang Taizi is also one of the many declining branches in the Eastern Cultivation Realm, it is one of the few that still occupies a favorable cultivation environment.

In an environment where you are difficult for me, a very small number of ferocious monsters will embark on the path of slaughter, killing their own kind, or looking at these monks who still have ancient resources.

......

I heard that every place has a circle in every place, so after listening to Yang Taizi's story, Luo Qiu continued to ask curiously: "Since the mountain of the Taoist chief is occupied by others, why don't you find some fellow Daoists?"

Yang Taizi said with an embarrassed face: "This ...... The poor road mountain is occupied, and it is still a monster, this matter is ...... It's really inconvenient to spread the word. ”

Luo Qiu was stunned.

Even if you dare to be a monk, you still have a situation where you can't hang your skin?

After pondering for a moment, Luo Qiu nodded and said, "Dao Master wants us to help you take the dojo back this time, right?"

Yang Taizi nodded, but shook his head again, and said with a small abacus: "I plan to use my Shouyuan as trading money, I should have seventy years of Yang Shou, I don't know how much lifespan I need, enough to seriously injure this monster and reduce it to only about half of its strength?"

The monk knows the destiny of heaven, and when he reaches the level of Yang Taizi, he naturally knows how long he can live.

Boss Luo Qiu said: "What is the body of the monster and what is its name?"

"It's a python spirit that has lived for three hundred and fifty years. By its name, it calls itself 'Blackwater'. ”

Luo Qiu slowly closed his eyes, and only after a while did he open his eyes and said, "Fifty years." ”

"Okay, then fifty years!" Yang Taizi confirmed, "Sign the contract!"

The old Taoist priest's refreshment made Luo Qiu feel surprised...... But this guy probably studied the club's trading method, and directly said that he signed a contract, as if he was afraid that the other party would regret it.

Yang Taizi left quickly, and after ten days, he agreed to meet in a small town under his mountain.

Luo Qiu looked at Yang Taizi leaving in a hurry, and suddenly said, "It seems that this Dao Master is not easy. ”

Yuya brushed his hair and brushed it behind his ears, "After seriously injuring Heishui, he should be able to kill himself and retrieve his dojo." In his dojo, there is still enough life for him to buy and use up. Therefore, they will not choose to use things such as more valuable souls to choose to kill the target directly. “

Luo Qiu didn't care about this, stood up and said, "I have something to do in the afternoon to go back to school." I don't know how Qin Chuyu handled the professor's affairs, but the school's academic affairs office informed me to go back today. ”

Yuye nodded and quietly sent Luo Qiu out.

Before going out, Luo Qiu turned around and said, "The earrings are on, they look good." ”

The maid smiled slightly.

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......

Ye Yan suddenly opened his eyes.

This rainy weather naturally gave him a hint of tiredness. It was just a sudden sound from a certain instrument on the table that suddenly woke him up.

He hurriedly walked to the window, looked at the high magnification mirror, moved rapidly, and then licked his lips and whistled: "Finally reluctant." ”

The black leather trench coat was raised and draped over his body, and he walked to the mirror, combing his black hair with a comb, and then he smiled and walked out of the door where he had been squatting for a long time. (To be continued.) )