Wei Yuan stayed in Fan County for half a month, and when he left, a temple dedicated to Wei Yuan had been built in the east of the city. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"It's familiar."

Wei Yuan held the bronze mirror and rubbed it, and when she saw it for the first time, she knew what it did and how to use it, but it was clear that she was ...... In her limited memory of more than twenty years, there was no news of the bronze mirror.

"Pavilion pottery should be more fun, let's go straight to the pavilion pottery."

Guantao is the place of governance of Yangping County, that is, the political center, the economic center and a series of centers.

"Hmm." Jiao San has always been quiet these days, except for occasionally taking the initiative to talk to Wei Yuan, he basically only does his own thing.

Wei Yuan was busy studying the bronze mirror, and it seemed that the bronze mirror was still gray and indistinguishable, but Wei Yuan could feel that a trace of faith surrounded it.

It took about half a month from Fan County to Guantao, and during this time, Wei Yuan had to help people heal or solve some problems whenever he passed by, and the name of the old immortal became more and more famous.

The old immortals have the habit of standing up, so almost every county has set up a small view, and even in some places where Wei Yuan has not been, the view of the old gods has been established.

"Now there are nineteen views...... Wei Yuan looked at the bronze mirror and frowned, she has only passed through about eight or nine counties at present, and she doesn't know how so many views came about.

"But the more faith you have, the more ...... the role of the bronze mirror"

When Wei Yuan was rushing to the pavilion pottery here, the other familiar people were also hurrying to the pavilion pottery.

"I heard that there is an old immortal in Yangping, who can live the dead with white bones, although the rumors are a bit exaggerated, but after all, I still have to find it, maybe my father's illness can also be cured."

Xiao Jinyu sat in the wide carriage and whispered, there was no one in the carriage, and I don't know if he was talking to himself.

There was also a group of people and horses, Wei Yuan didn't know, but if he met them, he would definitely feel a little familiar, and the seemingly simple carriage outside was covered with duck down pillows and cushions sewn with silk brocade.

Inside sat an old man with a white beard and white hair, dressed in azure satin, and a large black cloak beside him, which looked very familiar in terms of style and workmanship......

It's almost exactly the same as Wei Yuan's.

"Oh, the people of this Yuan City are really enthusiastic and rich......"

The old man muttered, holding the silver ticket in his hand and smiling, where is the obscene appearance and the usual half-point appearance.

"Ah, there are nearly 20,000 pieces in such a short period of time, this is really ......" The old man lowered his voice and sighed, casually taking out a piece of pastry from the exquisite box in his hand.

"If someone finds out, I'll see what you'll do!" The young man next to the old man pouted and glanced at the old man, thinking that this person was the old fairy who had spread the word, and he was full of joy and wanted to learn something from him.

Outcome......

After passing through several county seats, the boy finally found out that this old man was just an old liar! I don't know anything, but I can do it well!

"Then you go report me!"

The old man turned over on the eiderdown mat, looking like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water.

The young man rolled his eyes and shrank to the side, he was not stupid, reporting the old man did all kinds of harm but no benefit, he now followed the fragrant and spicy food, and he was not crazy to find something to do for himself.

"That's right......" The old man was about to say something to the young man, and he had already said it dozens of times, when the coachman outside had already shouted.

"Ying Lao, it's raining, there is a temple in front, let's go to the temple to hide, shall we?"

The coachman's voice seemed to be a little floating, and the June sky was like a child's face, and the old man had already heard the crackling sound outside.

"Okay." The young man shouted, the best thing about this carriage is that the front is blocked by a door, unlike other carriages that only have a curtain, and the sound insulation effect is really good, so the two of them can whisper inside unscrupulously.

It is no longer clear which warlock was originally enshrined in the broken temple, and it can be seen from the pillars that have lost their paint that no one has come to worship here for a long time.

When Wei Yuan entered the broken temple, there were already more than a dozen people inside, and the rain outside couldn't stop for a while, so she asked Jiao San to find a place in the back and took out the red clay stove.

"Little baby, what are you?"

An old man in an azure robe walked over and watched Wei Yuan put a clay pot on the small stove, and Jiao San was busy adding rice and air-dried meat to it, which they would eat like this if they were out to make a living these days.

"Bacon rice."

Wei Yuan glanced at the old man, and then glanced at the few people who were trembling next to him, and they looked at the clay pot longingly.

Except for Wei Yuan's group and the old man and boy, the others seemed to be ordinary people who were in a hurry, wearing clothes that were mostly wet from the rain, and a few children were almost thin on their yellow muscles.

The old man didn't ask for food, he nodded slowly, and his high-ranking appearance seemed to be just curious about what it was, rather than wanting to eat and drink together according to Wei Yuan's words.

Wei Yuan said a few words in Jiao San's ear, and Jiao San nodded and found a few pieces of wood from behind the temple's warlock statue.

"We still have some ingredients, do you have a pot?" Wei Yuan asked the ordinary people.

"Yes, yes, we have the pot......"

A middle-aged man hesitated to make a gesture, about a pot the size of a person holding it.

"Then you find it, and I'll give you something to eat."

A few people next to him were a little hesitant, although it seemed that Wei Yuan was not very old and seemed harmless, but this person was separated from his belly, who knew if the other party had bad intentions.

Wei Yuan just gave the middle-aged man four servings, just enough for their family of four to eat, and as for the other few people who were in a hurry, since they didn't speak, Wei Yuan didn't take the initiative to ask for anything.

"Thank you so much."

Wei Yuan inquired about Jiao San and learned that this place was only about an hour's drive from the next town, so she gave the two children a little pastry.

The middle-aged man kept thanking Wei Yuan, and the others were busy watching the sky, the rain did not stop as soon as they imagined, and Wei Yuan's rice gradually became almost cooked, and the aroma of rice mixed with the aroma of meat wafted out.

Grunt......

The stomachs of those people had already begun to grow, and the old man and the young man still had pastries to cushion their stomachs, but they didn't feel too hungry now.

"Little baby, how about I do the math for you?"

The old man swung over and spoke again, and his serious expression seemed to really see that something bad was going to happen to Wei Yuan.

"Okay. Can you do the math for me......"

Wei Yuan nodded, looking at the old man with a little smile in his eyes.

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