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Lu Qiu's meal is very large, and he is seventy percent full for dinner, so he just takes advantage of the food he buys for Lao Dao and eats some more.

As for giving money to the old way...... Don't even think about it!

In the past, when he was an intern at the police station, he patrolled with the old policeman, and once expelled the begging homeless people in the downtown area. At that time, he was a little unbearable to see that the other party was a lot older, and later the old policeman told him that those homeless people looked very miserable and pitiful, but they were actually rich.

Everyone is a professional begging household, so they rely on this to make a fortune. Sometimes the money they begged for a month was more than a year's salary for their policemen!

From then on, when he met someone begging for money, he didn't give him half a penny. Unless he is hungry, he can buy food for the other party, but ...... Few beggars will accept it, and some beggars will call him "sick".

Lu Qiushi ate and drank to his heart's content, and Lao Dao drank most of the bowl of wontons, and half of a bun was left, and said with a smile: "You still dare to say that you haven't eaten for a day?"

The old Taoist smiled wryly: "It's too unpalatable." ”

"It's unpalatable? That's because you're not hungry! Back then, I was so hungry that I couldn't eat enough, even if it was a rancid steamed bun, I was like a baby to prevent others from robbing it, and you told me it was unpalatable?"

Lao Dao stopped eating, and threw half of the bun into the remaining wonton bowl: "I just want to calculate a hexagram for you and ask for some hexagram money, are you going to do it!"

"Most of the people who beg for money now are liars, but what if there is a real hard life? So when I meet such a person, I will buy him food, but I will not give him money. ”

"In other words, you have long suspected that I lied to you, but you are worried that I really haven't eaten for a day, so you did that?" Lao Dao was moved, and a strange color flashed in his eyes, "Now that you know that I lied to you, aren't you angry?"

"What, you still want me to scold you or beat you?"

"No, no, Lao Dao's bones can't stand the toss. The old way is strange, just now you helped that couple, and they sneaked away without even saying thank you, and you are not angry?"

"I only do things with a clear conscience. Lu Qiushi smiled, "Okay, I'm going home, don't delay your business." ”

"Little friend, please stay!"

"Anything else?"

"Xiaoyou Gao Feng Liang is like a child, Lao Dao is affected by your positive energy, and decides to give you a hexagram for free!"

The old way is quite funny!

Lu Qiushi sat down again: "Let's talk about it first, I don't have any money." ”

"It's free! Xiaoyou's kindness for a meal is enough to cover the hexagram money, Xiaoyou's heartfelt words are better than a thousand gold, and Lao Dao has benefited a lot, so how can he collect money?"

"Then you calculate, you calculate what I want to buy. Do you need to read palmistry or write a handword?"

"Look at the words of the look, and the words are all small words. Lao Dao pointed to the flag next to him, "This is a wordless flag, and it is in the same vein as the wordless heavenly book, and you can peek into the heavens! ”

Looking at the old Taoist appearance, and looking at the word "no word" on the white flag, Lu Qiu was really happy: "I heard that there is no word in the wordless heavenly book, but there is not a word." ”

"Well, it's all the same. ”

Lao Dao said vaguely, took out a gossip mirror from his arms, and looked left and right at Lu Qiushi. There are words in the mouth, there are no words and no wind, and Lao Dao's face gradually turns pale, as if his body is being hollowed out little by little.

With the phrase "urgent as a law" came out, Lao Dao suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood and looked at Lu Qiushi in amazement.

This frightened Lu Qiushi: "Dao Chief, are you okay?" ”

"Poor and unharmed. Lao Dao didn't care about wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth, and hurriedly looked down at the gossip mirror in his palm, and his face changed greatly.

Lu Qiushi felt strange: "You really don't need me to call you 120?"

Lao Dao didn't say a word, stared at the gossip general for a long time, and then raised his head, stunned: "You...... What you seek, be in the north, and you will find it tonight. ”

Lu Qiushi looked to the north, he had seen all the stalls over there, and there were no alchemy furnaces for sale. Further north...... That's the exit of the antique street!

"Thank you. ”

Just for fun, Lu Qiushi didn't care about getting up and leaving.

stared at his back for a long time, until Lu Qiushi disappeared into the crowd, Lao Dao retracted his gaze, his expression became solemn and a little puzzled.

Why is there no image of him in the gossip mirror, only a line of handwriting? In order to see this line of handwriting, I was actually repulsed......

"I said, you're losing a lot this time. The old lady who was selling insoles at a stall next to him interrupted his thoughts, "Before, you could always bluff people with a few words, but this time it's okay, it's a small mirror and vomiting blood, making it look like the real thing, but people still haven't paid for it." ”

"You know what, sell your insoles well!"

"You don't say I forgot, yesterday you took me two pairs of insoles, when will the money be paid?"

Lao Dao hesitated for a moment, and handed over the half bowl of wontons with half a steamed bun soaked: "Do you use this?"

Let's say that Lu Qiushi, after leaving the old way, didn't take what he just happened to heart, so he just had fun to adjust his mood.

He was a little anxious. I didn't buy the alchemy furnace, so I could only go to other antique streets to try my luck, hoping to get something tomorrow. But his time is running out, and he will go back to work in Dafugui the day after tomorrow, and he is still burdened with undercover tasks!

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, you kid has finally come out!" At the gate of the antique street of Confucius Temple, an old man stood in front of Lu Qiushi, "Do you still recognize me?"

Lu Qiushi raised his head and found that he had been surrounded. There are people on the left and right, counting the old men, there are seven in total, one old and two of the four are young, and they are all familiar faces.

"Isn't this the mung bean master's high-level mung bean pill?"

"You kid die, hit me!"

The old man's face was hideous, and a young man reacted quickly, and he picked it up with a stick, wanting to take the lead and ask for credit in front of the boss. After a few seconds, he regretted it, and the credit was not so easy to grab......

"Bang!"

The old man and his gang hadn't seen it clearly, and the young man who was the first to do it had already flown out. There is a pit in the face, the bridge of the nose must be broken, and it is estimated that the cheekbones have not run.

"Damn, let's go up together and kill him!"

The old men and the gang are not good men and women, and the injuries of their companions inspire their ferocity. Except for the old man, the other five people carried wooden sticks and daggers and pounced on Lu Qiushi from different directions at the same time.

The old man yelled at passers-by: "Look at your mother, and then look at Lao Tzu to kill you! Damn, do you want to call the police?

Passers-by sped up their pace and made a detour, not even daring to look this way. The old man felt that the majesty was enough, and he turned his head and was dumbfounded.

Lu Qiushi stood in front of him with a smile, while several of his subordinates were all lying on the ground and fainting.

There was blood on the faces of each of his subordinates, and the old man panicked: "You ......"

"Mung Bean Pill, it's your turn. Do you do it yourself, or do you want me to do it?"

The old man trembled twice, and suddenly took the initiative to lie on the ground: "I'm fifty-nine, you, you can't beat the old man's ......" (to be continued.) )