561.Chapter 561 Five Sixty Two Untimely

Yang Ming looked at the guy's appearance, he should have never heard the name of the dish he said in his life, so he simply didn't order it himself, and asked, "What do you have here?" ā€

"We have lamb here, grilled lamb chops, roast mutton stewed mutton, as well as goat milk wine, hot flatbread, the taste is first-class, to ensure that the guests are satisfied." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½ā€

Sheep and sheep, there are others, do you choose, Yang Ming said: "Come on, I don't have to pick if I want to, come a roast leg of mutton, and then two bowls of mutton soup, if you have any green vegetables, serve on a plate, that's all." ā€

"Okay, you wait, guest, I'll be there soon."

Soon, all the things that Yang Ming called came up, and the lamb leg and mutton soup and green vegetable flatbread all came, but there was nothing that should have been. The town doesn't have chopsticks, even a knife, it seems that it is a hand to grasp.

Gisella smiled and pulled out the small scimitar on her waist, and diligently cut off the fragrant lamb leg that was roasted golden and fragrant, and put it on a plate and sent it to Yang Ming, "Master, please." ā€

Someone is waiting, Yang Ming is so happy that he wants to use it, not to mention, the roast leg of lamb here is definitely a must.

Yang Ming was eating mutton and drinking goat's milk wine, cold, there was a noisy sound at the door of the wine shop, and he looked at the sound, and there was a guy at the door who was arguing with someone.

An old man in a shabby robe and dirty body wanted to enter the store, but the man wouldn't let him, so he got into an argument.

Although the old man was a little ragged, still wearing a bun and a Taoist robe, he looked like a Taoist priest, but he was stopped and refused to enter, and shouted loudly: "Why don't you let me in?" ā€

The man rolled up his sleeves and said loudly: "Why, what else, just because you have eaten and drunk twice in our place." Forget it once or twice, if I give you an idiot a third time, I'm not a fool. You old thing, didn't you beat you enough last time, didn't you have itchy skin? If you don't want to be beaten, get out of here, and if you're hungry, go out and fight the jackal by yourself! ā€

Let me fight the jackal, that is, to die, the old Taoist priest was not happy, pointed to the man's nose and said: "You guy is really not a thing, didn't the old Taoist say before, how much you eat, someone will definitely help me pay it back, and I will be invited to eat here for a year and a half It will not be a problem." Hurry up and let the old way in, the old way will definitely make you understand today. ā€

"Who believes your nonsense, if you don't leave, I'm welcome!"

In the wine shop, Yang Ming took a sheep bone and gently threw it at the guy, "Let that Taoist priest come in, I will pay his bill." ā€

"Well, I'm right." The old Taoist priest's eyes lit up, he touched his beard and smiled, bypassed the shopkeeper and got in, came to Yang Ming's table, and before he sat down, he grabbed most of the remaining leg of mutton and gnawed it violently, as if he hadn't eaten meat for several years.

The old Taoist priest looks old, at least seventy years old, he is very thin, especially his face, he is sharp and thin, and he looks like he has a small belly, but most of his leg of mutton is devoured for a while, except for the bones, he swallowed it all. After eating a leg of mutton, before he was satisfied, he grabbed the bottle of goat's milk wine and poured it violently.

Yang Ming beckoned, "Man, two more legs of mutton, and wine." ā€

After a while, dropping two bare sheep bones, the old Taoist priest smashed his mouth, patted his bulging belly, burped with satisfaction, looked at Yang Ming and said, "Cool, really cool, Lao Dao has really not eaten so refreshing in the past few years." Boy, you're interesting, yes, that's good. ā€

Strange, this old Taoist priest is definitely unusual, maybe this is the clue, Yang Ming said: "It's just a meal, it's a little meaning." Old man, listening to your tone just now, it seems that you recognize that someone will invite you, and you seem to know something else? ā€

The old Taoist priest shook his head and said, "It's nothing, the old Taoist just said a few words of nonsense." Lao Dao is full, but he will be hungry at night, what should I do? ā€

Yang Ming grabbed a handful of silver coins from his pocket, didn't count, but there were at least twenty of them, threw them on the table, and called the guy over, "These silver coins are enough for this old man to eat here for a while, and I helped him pay for the meal." ā€

A large handful of more than twenty silver coins, the eyes of the guy who saw it were almost straight, and he nodded quickly, "At least enough for a year, the old man can come and eat as much as you like in a year." ā€

"Then I'm not welcome." The old Taoist priest smiled, didn't thank Yang Ming a word, stood up and left.

Yang Ming hurriedly got up and chased after him, "Old man, you must know about me, can you show me a clear way?" ā€

"The road is under your feet, you can't see it, but you have already stepped on it, but there are two roads, and it's up to you which one you choose. I advise you, the avenue is invisible, do whatever you want, don't care about all kinds of troubles, only take my heart......"

Yang Ming didn't hear the old Taoist's words clearly, and the old Taoist priest disappeared immediately after leaving the wine shop, and disappeared without a trace.

Other people don't seem to notice the disappearance of the old Taoist priest, passing by the way, eating and eating.

Yang Ming muttered: "The road is under my feet, and the road is actually a way to find the key, which means that I have found a way, but I haven't realized it yet." But what do the latter sentences mean, don't care about all kinds of troubles, just take my heart, that is, choose your own heart, do you say choose what you like or want to do in your heart? What else do I want to do now besides finding the key? ā€

Yang Ming was really confused by the old Taoist priest, Gu Li was weird, and what he said was basically equivalent to saying nothing.

Gisella came to Yang Ming's side and looked outside, the old Taoist priest was already gone, "Master, you are so kind." ā€

"yes, I'm kind." Yang Ming's gaze naturally fell on Gisela's body, and he insisted that there was one thing he wanted to do now besides looking for the key, maybe it was the beautiful girl in front of him, "I don't want to do anything else yet, let's go, I'll take you shopping." ā€

"Gisela doesn't have anything to buy."

Yang Ming smiled: "What if I say that I paid for it?" ā€

Gisela was ecstatic and **** and said, "Master Yang Ming, you are really the best and best person. ā€

Leaving the wine store, Yang Ming took Gisela to find a nearby ready-to-wear store and let her choose clothes.

At a corner not far from the street, the figure of the old Taoist priest appeared, I don't know when there was an extra cane tied to a golden gourd in his hand, unplugged the gourd, the strong aroma of wine floated out, drank a big sip of wine, wiped the corners of his mouth, looked at the ready-to-wear store where Yang Ming was, and said to himself: "Old Tao, I have told dozens of people, but unfortunately no one can choose the right way, this person, will he choose?" ā€

In the ready-to-wear store, Yang Ming didn't have the heart to pick out the clothes, let Gisela pick them out by herself, and it didn't take long for Gizera to come to him and turn around twice like a treasure, "Master, you see that this dress looks good, I heard that this is called a belly pocket, it was passed down from Tang Guo, and it was made out of a concubine's name Yang earrings." ā€

Gisela was wearing a beautiful belly pocket, but Yang Ming didn't feel excited, but was happy, "Beauty, is the belly pocket made by the concubine surnamed Yang, who first followed his son and then Lao Tzu and then his godson, but I know that the belly pocket is worn inside the clothes and outside...... It's called an apron. ā€

The small city said that small is not small, but said that big is definitely not big, one day, Yang Ming asked Gisela to be a guide and walked around the small city.

It's a pity that for one day, except for the old Taoist priest I met in the wine shop, there was nothing else that could be a clue.

Thinking that he didn't know how many days he might have to stay here, and he really didn't want to nest in a small room with only a few square meters, Yang Ming simply bought a big mansion not far from the hotel in Hongshan.

A three-story stone building with at least fifty rooms, two courtyards in front and back, a barn for cattle, more than twenty camels, five servants and ten dancers, all added up to a hundred dinars of silver.

The night is coming soon, Yang Ming is really not comfortable in the desert to stay in a dry desert oasis town, not to mention the dry air, as soon as the wind blows, he will sprinkle some sand and dust on your face or something, and your body will be full of ash at the end of the day.

When buying a house, Yang Ming learned about the layout of the house, the master bedroom is big, and there is a large bathroom on the side.

After instructing the servant to fill the bathtub that could be called a swimming pool, Yang Ming took off his clothes and entered the bathtub.

Suddenly, a crisp tambourine sounded, and Gisella, who was wearing a newly bought beautiful dance dress, came to the bathtub with her little feet, twisted her waist, shook the tambourine and danced, trying her best to **** Yang Ming.

Yang Ming lay on the side of the bathtub and looked at Gisela with a smile, this gypsy dancer's dancing posture is definitely palace-level, very eye-catching, and she can't take her eyes off it when she sees it.

Gisela's dancing is good-looking, but it's not good at all, her dancing is specifically for teasing men, especially now, trying her best to tease Yang Ming, making his breathing heavier and heavier.

After a while, Gisela stopped, sat next to Yang Ming, put her little feet in the water and shook it, and said, "Master Yang Ming, is my dance good?" ā€

"It's so good, I want to eat you right away." Yang Ming's hand stretched towards Gisse, and pulled off her veil, revealing that beautiful face, "Why would a beautiful woman like you be a street dancer?" ā€

"I don't want to," said Gisela, "but I'm the daughter of a dancer, a gypsy girl, and I'm destined to be a dancer when I grow up." Sir, do you think I'm bad? But I don't think so, there are many thieves and dancers among us gypsies, and even people who do even more menial jobs. However, we also have our pride, we have traveled all over the world, we dance the most beautiful dances in the world, and our bards are unmatched by anyone. We traveled everywhere, and every evening, the car stopped, the tent was set up, the bonfire was lit, the men played musical instruments, and the women danced around the campfire, which was so beautiful. ā€

Yang Ming grabbed Gisela's little hand and kissed it gently, "Dancing in the moonlight is really good, so why did you stay in this small city for two years?" ā€

"Two years ago, my mother passed away, and I was a little tired of the wandering life, so I left my people and stayed here. But I knew that I would leave here to travel the world, because I was a gypsy girl and was not destined to belong in the same place. ā€