Gu Haosi left.

Bian Maoshi stood in place, maintaining the same posture as when the former left.

After a long time, he cautiously came to the door, but did not step out of the door, poked his head out of the doorway, and only retracted his head after making sure that there was no one in the alley.

Looking at the two doors that had disappeared without a trace, and holding on to the last glimmer of hope, he looked for the white cloth left in the room, Bian Maoshi's face was painful, and he almost cried on the spot.

The calligrapher just now spoke with a righteous and righteous attitude, not to mention the unprovoked destruction of his spiritual energy apparatus that had been around him for most of his life, and he even wanted to ask for the repair cost of these two doors when he left.

Thinking of this, Bian Maoshi couldn't help but let out a "puff", and was about to curse a few words, but remembered that if his cultivation was high to a certain level, it would be easy to peep at a person in such a small city, so he quickly stopped talking.

But he is still indignant in his heart, and it is just a matter of being a head lower than others in front of him, and he has to look forward and backward when he chews his tongue behind his back, for fear that the other party will feel something, which is a bit deceitful.

After calming down his emotions, Bian Maoshi squatted down and slowly stroked his palm on the ground.

The ground that had passed through the palm of his hand turned into a round mirror with cyan ripples.

Due to some blood stains on his face before, his beard had been glued into lumps, which made his previous appearance of the fairy wind bone gone.

It's not that he cares much about this image, most of the monks are devoted to cultivation, and they don't have high requirements for the external image, like his previous dress, they are generally high-level sects with successful cultivation, and in order to maintain the façade of the sect and maintain the image in the hearts of the disciples of the sect, it will take a little time to take care of it.

He's a solicitor who needs to run around, but he doesn't have this kind of fetish.

But what can be done? The people of Jincheng just ate this set, and if it weren't for this dress, he was afraid that he wouldn't even be able to pay the rent of this house.

The dispatch fee issued by the Toulan Palace each time is not very small, but this way south, passing through many large and small cities, the cost of eating and drinking Lazar alone has already cost almost the same.

Bring back a genius in the palace, if the talent is high enough, the rewards given by the palace are extremely rich, but all of them are used by him to buy magic weapons or heavenly treasures, how can there be any surplus.

"Hey, a lot of age, you can't even afford to pay for the repair of the two doors, and you have to go out to cheat, what kind of monk do you say, which copper plate of those people's money is not the money of each family? Can you do it? If it is passed out, the monk world will not be ashamed of you?"

"Hey, there's no way around it, when you're out of the house, you have to endure these accidents, and everyone has a last resort, destroying two doors of people's houses, and you can't turn around and leave irresponsibly, right? Monks, monks, if you cultivate your body, don't you also have to cultivate your mind? How can you be a person who destroys other people's property but ignores it? I think the people would understand if they knew my situation. ”

Facing himself in the mirror, Bian Maoshi was indignant, while tidying up, talking to himself over and over again, occasionally pointing at the person in the mirror and cursing, and occasionally hanging his head helplessly and sighing.

It wasn't until there was no longer any stain on his face, and his beard was as white as snow, and the roots were clear, and his words had not attracted any response, that he sighed heavily and died of this heart.

He stood up, shook his robe, straightened his expression, and walked towards the door.

Walking out of Qili Alley, he walked in the direction of the city gate, and before he went to the pit to be abducted, he still had to go to the Qingfeng Tea House.

In this Jincheng, there is far more than one Xie Ma who is a natural spirit seed.

Fu Ru, a little girl who was like a finely carved porcelain doll at a young age, and Zhang Jin, Zhang Yuan, a pair of brothers who walked on the road and talked about the battlefield in the army, they were all rare geniuses even outside.

But second only to Xie Ma is the handsome young man who looks amazing in the tea house at the gate of Jincheng.

The secret art of the palace to recognize people allowed Bian Maoshi to look at them only a few times, as long as there was no external interference from the secret magic weapon, he could roughly distinguish their talent.

If he hadn't killed Gu Haosi halfway, he had no intention of taking the others away this time.

After all, none of these people had started to cultivate, and if there was any accident along the way, Bian Maoshi was not sure that he would be able to protect so many people at the same time.

Therefore, it is better to bring the most important Xie Ma back to the palace first, and after the settlement is secure, then return to Jincheng and quietly poach these geniuses one by one.

But now that there is one more Gu Haosi, things are more variable.

Although Bian Maoshi is confident in his ability to persuade people, there is still the possibility of such a scenario.

At that time, if Xie Ma didn't enter the oil and salt, he could only give up for the time being, retreat to the second, take one away first, return to the palace to report, and then let those high-level officials in the palace decide.

And Zhan Yu in the Qingfeng Tea House at the gate of the city is his alternative.

At this time of year, there are very few people walking around the streets, and many of them are crowded with men, women, and children at the door, just like the women before them, pulling the rice in their hands and talking about the trivial matters of the neighborhood.

At this time, there were no guests in the tea house.

Zhan Yu was carrying a bench and sitting at the door of the tea house, with one foot bent and stepping on the stool, looking left and right at the street in front of him.

This posture of hanging a child is actually not disobedient to him, and there is no frivolity.

Seeing Bian Maoshi walking straight towards the tea house from a distance, he hurriedly put his feet down, stood up, and showed a smile.

When Bian Maoshi approached, Zhan Yu asked with a smile, "What does the old gentleman want to drink?"

Bian Maoshi found a chair nearby and sat down, "Just come to a pot of tea." ”

"Gotcha. ”

Zhan Yu answered, then turned around and went to make tea.

It didn't take long for a pot of fine sparrow tongue tea to be placed on the table.

The fragrance of tea is overflowing.

But Bian Maoshi has never had such a casual and elegant person.

He pointed to the stool in front of him, "Can you sit down and talk to the old man?"

Zhan Yu naturally has no objection, his Qingfeng Tea House is open at the gate of the city, and there are many outsiders who learn all kinds of news about Jincheng with him in the name of drinking tea, and there are many women chatting about some irritating words in the name of drinking tea.

This is not uncommon.

He sat down with a smile on his face and asked, "Could the old gentleman be the old fairy who is rumored to be omnipotent on Shuinan Street these days?"

Bian Maoshi raised his eyebrows, in the past few days, in addition to teasing the child named Yu Xuan, he also changed a few tricks for a few children who were not good at walking, and his biggest achievement was to find his lost old hen for an old man in a hurry.

How was it rumored to be omnipotent?

But he still took advantage of this topic and asked, "Do you believe that there are gods in this world?"

Zhan Yu pointed to a pile of books in the corner of the tea house, "The kid is not talented, and the farthest place he has been to is only twenty miles away from this Jincheng, and his knowledge is naturally short-sighted, and he can't believe or disbelieve the legendary immortals, but there are some sporadic records in these books, but to be honest, I was originally suspicious of the immortals in the book who can move mountains and reclaim the sea in a hurry——"

Speaking of this, he paused, pretended to look the old man in front of him up and down, and changed his words: "Until today, I saw you, the old immortal of the fairy wind and bones, I have to say that I was a little shaken. ”

Bian Maoshi smiled, although he knew that this was mostly a flattering remark from the other party's proficient human feelings, but the gloom in his heart because of Gu Haosi still dissipated most of it.

Then, he restrained his smile, looked at the handsome young man in front of him very seriously, and said slowly: "If you want to give up this tea house and leave Jincheng with me, and I can guarantee that you will have a chance to become an immortal in the future, are you willing?"