The old man who thinks that the sword is not old pretends to be serious and digs out the ear droppings, but in fact he is loose and does not show favoritism, and the wrinkles are not less than the rough hands of Chopping Chai Lang Holding a bag of brocade from the waist of Chen Xibei's trousers at some point, his small eyes narrowed into a slit, calmly poured out a red date and sent it into his mouth to take a few sips, and exclaimed: "Little brother, your dates are good, wake up and quench your thirst enough, what the old ghost of Jindong Liang raised is different." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Chen Xibeizhen was frightened and silent, those who came were not good and those who were good did not come, not to mention that this astragalus was so poor that he jingled but there was an old horse that could not be snatched for thousands of taels, so he must be somewhat tired, he turned over and took a few taels of silver and put it on the case, motioned for Xiao Er to put it away, and said: "I will give him the money for his meal." ”

Xiao Er was confused for a while, and felt mysterious, with his unique discernment, he could obviously see that the relationship between the two was not like ripe fruit, where was the truth of being kind and charitable to be clear, could it be that there are really such good and indiscriminate people in the world? He shook his head and ignored it, anyway, he didn't have anything to do, he was familiar with the way, threw a few taels of silver into his sleeve with one hand, and was busy taking care of the other table of guest officers.

Chen Xibei looked at the shape, and it was not clear what medicine the old man's gourd was selling, and besides, the bag of red brocades that left a blessing to reveal the smell of his daughter's house had been tightly buttoned on the waist of his trousers, and the old man could avoid his eyes and hold the brocades, and he had a little skill to lay the foundation. If it's really a river and lake, but look at the horse, it's not like an old horse raised in a circle, and it is estimated that even people and horses can be knocked over when pulled to the field, could it be the general who picked it up?

It doesn't look like it at all.

Chen Xibei didn't have to detour to test it, that was not his character, and said solemnly: "The bag is still here." ”

The old man still looks like he is smiling and smiling, and he turns a blind eye to the young man who is moody, fortunately he is much more serious than before, and after chewing two cold scallion oil flatbreads, he pulled the hemp rope and said: "Little brother, what are you anxious about, you have paid for my meal, and I also gnawed on your dates, which is indispensable to give you some benefits, it is better to take you to a place, you look at it, and then I will not keep you if you want to leave, rest assured, your food money is indispensable." ”

Chen Xibei's two fingers were close to the first line of heaven, for fear that the old man who was several generations older would finish knocking the red dates, and responded: "You have to return the bag first." ”

After digging out the earwax and picking his nose, the old man scooped up the bag with both hands, fished out a jujube and gnawed it on without feeling dirty, and said with a smile: "Just eat one more, fresh, a little addictive." ”

Chen Xibei, who has suffered a lot of losses all the way to Jindongliang when he first entered the capital, is not a docile person now, and often listens to the deeds of the older generation of the rivers and lakes who play the truth with hard fists, and naturally it is inevitable that he wants to try to draw his sword, and the old man is so frightened that he hurriedly threw the little daughter's purse-like bag to him, and chattered: "Hey, it's all on the rivers and lakes, don't use knives and guns against yourself, keep this book in advance, and go to the border in the future to have a few desolate heads for you to slaughter." ”

What happened before, this time Chen Xibei was much more vigilant, and hid the bag in his sleeve to ensure that nothing went wrong.

The old man pulled the hemp rope, kicked it, turned his head and sat back on the old horse with a smile, but the old horse was disgusted with his dirtiness, and trembled, and the horse's hooves jumped forward a little, and almost did not break the old man who was over sixty years old into a lame lord with a missing arm. The old man smiled embarrassedly at Chen Xibei, wanted to resolve the embarrassment, and cautiously jumped off the horse, afraid that the horse would sulk again later, and it would be over with one hoof on his chest.

Look upside down.

Chen Xibei ignored the fame made by an old man and a horse, out of sight and out of mind, so he said a little: "Where do you want to go?" ”

Looking closely, the old man with thief eyebrows and rat eyes smiled and said: "What's the matter, are you afraid?" You can rest assured, mix with me, if the people of Zhongfu bump into me, they will be too unlucky. ”

The word Zhongfu was too dazzling for Chen Xibei, who was about to be impoverished at the moment, and immediately darkened his face and asked within a breath: "Do you know me?" ”

The old man didn't deny it, and opened his mouth and said: "Bad old man, although I am lonely and unheard, but I will not ignore personnel, the seventeenth chief third disciple of Jindong Liang, Chen Xibei, if it is placed in the eyes of mortals, it may really be a living immortal." ”

There was a certain number of people who were sure that the old man was not fooled by Zhongfu, so Chen Xibei stopped answering, lowered the grass hat and pondered the origin of the old man in his heart, and the old man on the other side didn't feel that Chen Xibei's vision up and down was an eyesore, and the hemp rope tied to the old horse who didn't want to run away, and then said: "You follow closely, there is less in the capital, and there are more people." ”

The words reached his ears, and the old man didn't care whether he heard it or not, he stretched his waist by himself, and his legs and feet were as sharp as flying, and he didn't have to be strong at all. Chen Xibei followed behind, an old man and a young man walked very fast, and an old horse was behind the mat, slowly and leisurely behind the buttocks, and dragged the shadows of the three people with the Wuyang on the top.

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The snow is small today, and Qingling is peaceful.

The guards of the general's mansion on the official road galloped across the horse with a long halberd, no matter how rampant they were, they still couldn't help the hawkers shouting on both sides of the path.

The butcher who slaughtered the pig and chopped the meat and cooked the oil shouted especially loudly with the vendor who sold bracelets, jewelry, and hostas, and the old family of the girl who sold some Chen Ji rouge powder was very shy.

It seems that no amount of snow can stop the people from begging for money.

In fact, think about it, leaving those bloody storms, touching less swords, guns, swords, halberds, avoiding the life of inspiring soldiers and horses, isn't it quite happy to live like ordinary people?

Chen Xibei and the old man's footsteps came and went together, more and more felt that this old man was not serious, on the way to catch a small baby knock a string of sugar gourds, look at the gluttonous mouth, and rush forward to lick a mouthful, the little baby beat to death and said that he was unwilling, two old and one young almost did not fight, and later relied on Chen Xibei to buy a string of sugar gourds out of his own pocket for the old man to add all the way to the east pit, only to relieve his stinky temper.

After adding the hawthorn and the sugar pear paste made of white sugar jelly, the old man did not forget to throw the string sticks into the pit dug by other children, clapping his hands was really relieved, and his face was satisfied, Chen Xibei was depressed. In fact, according to the original intention, I packed up and went back to my home, and went to the countryside to learn a craft of chopping wood and herding cattle from the master of the grass house for more than 20 years, and it would be good to live a quiet life in the future. It's just that there is a thing that has been fart-related since childhood and has not been able to solve it now, and I asked myself if I didn't want to do it, so I hesitated, and I wanted to temporarily ask for a job or move rice, and make do with some money for a few days.

Who knew that the old man who came out of the middle of the road turned him into an alley and wandered well, and now he was annoyed to walk a few more steps, so he finally asked: "Where is the land you said?" ”

The old man's mood improved, probably because the sugar gourd was sweet enough and tasteful, and his speech was not as indifferent as before, and his index finger pointed to an old courtyard in front of him, and said, "It's not far away, just ahead." ”

The two of them walked a few more steps, counting with their hands, and the time to have three incense sticks was wasted, among which the old man grabbed the sugar gourd and encountered the most terrible scenery.

As for the place where the old man's index finger is said, it is just a yard that has been broken without silver and two repairs, in fact, the old yard is always old from a distance, and it is not too ugly, if you take a closer look, which is still a look, the thatched hut is still like a rain block, this old yard is quite big, but you can ask a rotten smell from afar, without clues, you know that it is the blue bricks and red tiles that have fallen for decades, at most it is reluctant to block gusts of wind.

When he got to the door, the old man patted the horse's buttocks, grinned with a face that owed money and would only smile: "This horse is rolling here when it is small, and it can't be cooked anymore. ”

Chen Xibei followed behind and walked in with the old man, not wanting to see what a rare scene the old horse teasing the duck was.

Pushing the door lightly, a young man in a green shirt and white clothes wearing a hat, with a white face was holding a broom Buddha to go to the dust of the steps, the sound of the door was extremely loud and alarmed the young man, and he looked at it carefully, and the dutiful young man was not frightened to throw the broom, but slightly bent down and saluted: "Sir." ”

The old man lifted the pot of wine, patted Chen Xibei on the shoulder, and said, "Go shopping on the street today, bring you a junior brother, how about taking a look?" ”

At first, Chen Xibei wanted to ignore the old man's gossip, but when he heard the words junior and brother, no matter how much he pondered, he couldn't help it, and felt like a fool who was more confused than Mrs. Zhai, so he turned around and asked, "Where is this?" ”

The white-clothed young man, who was still confused, learned that it was a disciple abducted by an old man, and immediately followed Chen Xibei's question and shouted: "Long and ancient." ”

Chen Xibei stared at him for a rare moment, this time he was really completely silent, looking at the stinky old man in front of him who was a few points older than him, he had not yet fixed his body, and immediately saluted.

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