Song Zixuan was stunned at the door for a while.

He can't wait to smoke himself himself, it's really too much, and he just slips away without saying much.

Now it seems...... The old man's words are right.

At this time, Wang Chengyong turned around, and Song Zixuan could obviously see Jingying in his eyes.

He couldn't have imagined that this strange old man would have tears......

"What eyes are in the sky, Master, your enemy...... It's in Dumen City!"

Hearing this, Song Zixuan felt a little cold, as if his hairs stood up.

"Old man Wang, you ...... What do you mean?"

Wang Chengyong quickly approached and directly grabbed Song Zixuan's arm.

"Where is he? Where is he now?"

Song Zixuan didn't know what to say for a while.

It is said that the old man agrees with Wang Chengyong, and also said that Wang Chengyong is considered a descendant.

can see Wang Chengyong's state...... Song Zixuan can't let him see the old man if he is killed.

After all, they are all over ninety years old, in case the old man Wang is excited and something happens, Song Zixuan will not regret it for the rest of his life?

But before Song Zixuan could reply, Wang Chengyong's hands slowly slipped down.

He took a few steps back, his face full of helplessness, and his eyes were even a little blank for a moment.

"But...... He's over 90 years old, Master, you said I can't argue with an old man in his 90s......

"As you said, men don't bully the old and don't bully women, this hatred ...... How can I give you the old newspaper?"

Seeing that Wang Chengyong's eyes were full of crystal, Song Zixuan's heart was even a little sour.

Wang Chengyong is over fifty years old, but there is another old man in his heart in these years of knowing the destiny of heaven.

At this time, he was like a child, venting his frustration that he wanted to do but couldn't.

"Old man Wang, you ......"

Wang Chengyong raised a hand: "Boy, I want to meet your master." ”

In fact, Song Zixuan knew that the old man had already agreed, but he still hesitated.

This old man Wang won't really do anything out of the ordinary, right?

Seeing that Song Zixuan was silent, Wang Chengyong took a step forward and directly hugged his fists.

Song Zixuan was stunned, teasing and teasing, if the yellow hair hugged his fists, he didn't feel anything.

But Wang Chengyong ...... He really didn't fit in, after all, in terms of age and seniority, Song Zixuan should salute.

"Boy, we've known each other for so long, I haven't asked you for anything. ”

"I beg you one thing today, take me gradually your master, will it be? I, Wang Chengyong, promise not to do anything to him. ”

As he spoke, Wang Chengyong bowed down and bowed.

Song Zixuan couldn't help but be shocked, and hurriedly stepped forward to help Wang Chengyong.

"Yes, I will answer you in this matter, don't salute. ”

Wang Chengyong raised his head, looked at Song Zixuan with tears in his eyes, and nodded slowly: "Thank you." ”

Subsequently, Song Zixuan and Wang Chengyong made an appointment to visit Mr. Fang on Sunday night.

The main Wang Chengyong also knows the status of this old man, and if he wants to see his predecessors, he has to prepare.

Leaving Wang Chengyong's house, Song Zixuan felt heavy in his heart.

I have been walking on this river and lake for a long time, and I have seen too many deceits, even fighting for my life.

But these things between people seem to be more subtle, which is also the human nature retained by the Jianghu people since ancient times.

After looking at his watch, at more than nine o'clock, Song Zixuan directly called Cheng Baye.

Cheng Baye has been staring at the Dragon Capital in recent months.

Whether it is a bath or a KTV upstairs, with him covered, the things on the ground are handled very well.

Song Zixuan almost didn't worry about that side anymore, just counted the money every month.

Because of the nature of his work, the eighth master rests at four or five o'clock in the morning almost every day and gets up at noon.

However, after receiving Song Zixuan's call, he immediately lost his sleepiness.

After all, in terms of relationship, he is definitely Song Zixuan's younger brother now.

"Eighth Master, I'm sorry to disturb your rest. ”

"Don't, second master, let's not talk about this between us, you have something to say. ”

I don't know when Cheng Baye no longer called Song Zixuan a brother, but changed his name to Second Master.

After all, the status is on the table, and he is also down-to-earth when he calls the second master.

"Hehe, Eighth Master is bright, I want to ask you, is there a place where you can farm in our Dumen?"

"Ah, farming, what are you going to do?"

Song Zixuan smiled: "It's farming, Eighth Master, is there a hidden place, it's just that we plant it, and others can't steal it." ”

Cheng Baye thought for a while when he heard this: "It's just to close some places, right?" Yes, second master, I have an old house in the eastern suburbs, although it is a little broken, but the place is not small. ”

"That's great, what's the environment?"

"Although it is not in the mountains, the sunshine is good every day, and there are a few big trees in the yard, and there is shade at different times. ”

As soon as he heard this, Song Zixuan immediately became excited, isn't this what he wants?

The growing environment of the Nine Immortals is like this, and the sunshine must be met every day, but the sunshine cannot be too much, so it grows mostly in the woods.

The same is true for mountain beans, which grow under the trees, and Song Zixuan is still thinking about transplanting a few more trees if there is a place.

Now it seems that it should not be necessary.

"That's good, Eighth Master, your place is surrounded by walls, right?"

"Yes, it's my old house, where I lived when I was a child. Cheng Baye said.

"How big?"

"Three rooms, the yard must have four or five hundred square meters, but ...... Second master, we don't have a main house there. ”

Song Zixuan smiled: "Hehe, it doesn't matter, Eighth Master, do you have time, take me over to have a look?"

"Now?" Cheng Baye rubbed his eyes vigorously, and he really didn't want to get up......

"Hmm. ”

Half an hour later, Song Zixuan's car had already arrived at Cheng Baye's residence.

I saw Cheng Baye walking out in a short-sleeved black horse coat, with sleepy eyes, red eyes, obviously not enough sleep.

However, Song Zixuan couldn't take care of it, he had been back for a few days this time, and he had to get these things done.

First of all, he asked the old man about "Yongshanlu".

Then there is the cultivation of the Nine Immortals, and the last thing is to nourish a wok with the Dragon King's whiskers.

Judging from the current situation, Song Zixuan is definitely more inclined to Ziyun iron wok.

"Second master, you are early. ”

"You're early, eighth master, I'm sorry today, when we're done with the place, I'll invite you to have morning tea." ”

Cheng Baye smiled: "Yes, you are polite, I will just come back to sleep when I am done." ”

Song Zixuan looked embarrassed, and immediately ordered Fang Rui to drive, while Cheng Baye sat in the front row to guide the way.

The place is not close, it is a real rural area, and the road is about an hour away.

Looking out of the glass window, there are no high-rise buildings, station hotels, and some are just full of fields.

They are all crops grown by local villagers.

After driving for a while, according to what Cheng Baye said, Fang Rui drove into a field path.

The bumps are getting heavier and heavier, and there is almost no flat place, and Song Zixuan felt like he was about to roll over several times.

But fortunately, I quickly entered the village and calmed down a bit.

It wasn't until he drove to a dilapidated gate that Fang Rui stopped the car.

Song Zixuan looked at this house, it was not small.

There are a few more households next to this, and the current bungalows are also well decorated, and they all look quite magnificent.

No, the old mansion of the eighth master, obviously no one has lived in it for many years, and the door panels are already a little bad.

Cheng Baye took out an old-fashioned key from his pocket, opened the lock hanging on the door, and several people walked in.

What jumped into your eyes was the large land in the courtyard.

The rural bungalows that I don't want to have have have been made of cement floors, and since Cheng Baye has been away from here for at least 20 years, the land of that year is still retained.

And this is exactly what Song Zixuan wants.

There are three trees in the courtyard, which have been left untended all year round, and the branches and leaves on them have grown in a staggered manner, forming a large net.

Song Zixuan smiled secretly, this is the characteristic of the woods, it is simply well-built.

The doors of the house were all broken, and some of the glass was broken, but it didn't matter, just pick it up.

"Second master, how is it here? It's just too dirty. ”

Song Zixuan smiled: "No problem, Eighth Master, can you find someone in this village to help pick it up?" Let's give him money." ”

"Haha, this must be no problem, find a few old ladies, and it is estimated that they will be picked up in a while, but these are too old and have to be replaced with new ones. Cheng Baye said.

"No, it doesn't matter what the house looks like, I want this piece of land, by the way, Eighth Master, I want to hire two people to watch, work in shifts, and pay them wages. ”

Cheng Baye smiled: "It's no problem, let's find the village chief in a while, and he can arrange it." ”

Subsequently, Cheng Baye took Song Zixuan to find the village chief.

After Cheng Ba got mixed up, he went back to the village.

It was the golden autumn that year, and he also planned to bring his family back to have a look, and by the way, he felt the rural style.

But who knew that his house had not been lived in for many years, and it was occupied by Zhao Xing, the village tyrant in the village.

What made Cheng Ba angry the most was that this house was used to raise a little widow.

Cheng Ba directly smashed all the things that Zhao Xing had purchased in the house.

Zhao Xing brought people to ask for explanations, and they were all very tough, but after all, they were small characters in the village.

Cheng Ba's Lei Zi and a few people went up and beat Zhao Xing and them.

Zhao Xing went to the village chief to comment, the village chief originally planned to fight with the mud, but who knew that Cheng Ba didn't care about that at all, and even the village chief fought together.

So to this day, no matter which village tyrant has changed in this village, no one dares to provoke Cheng Ba.

In the village chief's room, Zhu Yousan was looking at the documents that had just come down from the township.

Zhu Yousan is almost sixty years old, and he has been the village chief for more than ten years, and he is very cautious and careful.

There was almost a problem at work, and I took the villagers to be well-off, but I made money by engaging in an ecological project.

Therefore, the people in the village recognized him very much.

"Village...... Village Chief!"

Shi Liang, a village cadre, strode in, obviously out of breath.

"What's wrong? What's the matter, what kind of system is it that is so flustered!"

Over the years, Zhu Yousan insisted on reading books every day, and his speech was a little crepe.

"Village Chief, no...... Oh no, then...... Here it ......."

"Well, that's all the talk, who's coming? Someone from the township?"

Shi Liang shook his head vigorously: "No...... Cheng, Cheng Ba......"

Hearing Cheng Ba's words, Zhu Yousan was stunned, his eyes were wide open, and his black-framed glasses fell directly on the tip of his nose.

This is better than people from the countryside...... It's a lot.

"Village chief, Lao Tzu is here, you don't fucking come out to pick me up!"

Cheng Ba's shout came from the door, and Zhu Yousan directly hit the spirit.

Damn, the devil has entered the village......