The lights in the room were not extinguished, and the two mothers and daughters in the room were still chatting about some inconsequential little things, and Shen Xingchen saw that he couldn't hear useful information, so he turned around and quietly walked out of Luo's house.

Virtuous!

Shen Xingchen couldn't help but think of the magic stick that Jia Gongyi said. In recent days, because he wanted to invite a doctor for the bead curtain, Shen Xingchen ran out a lot, and the news of 'the long way of the world, responding to requests' has also been circulated in the streets and alleys.

It seems that even Mrs. Luo has taken the bait. Luo Yucai had an accident, Luo Ruxue also had a lot of troubles in the Yun family, and in this eventful time, it was reasonable for Mrs. Luo to go to the temple to pray for God after hearing those rumors.

When people are unlucky, they always like to pin their hopes on the ethereal immortals, which is almost the norm for many people. Let's not say that there are no immortals in this world, even if there are really immortals, they can't control the endless desires of all living beings.

Shen Xingchen sneered, if it was useful to pray to God and Buddha every day, why did she get up early every day and practice martial arts, she would have already fought all over the world invincible, how could she be led by Jia Gongyi by the nose and go around.

Luo Ruxue and the others went to Xiangyao Mountain in two days, although Jia Gongyi found a magic stick, but what to do, the sovereignty is still in the hands of Shen Xingchen, it seems that they still have to go to Lingren Pavilion.

When Shen Xingchen left Luo's house, she walked on the crowded street with a grin, because she was dressed as a man and it was night, so she was not too worried about being recognized by acquaintances.

North Street is as crowded as ever. The taverns on both sides of the street are still open, and even the shops are full of all kinds of snacks, women's makeup powder, money bags, fans and umbrellas.

"Little girl, this clay figure is pinched and given to you. ”

With dark and bright eyes, delicate red and moist lips, the little man smiled, revealing two shallow dimples, but the little man pinched it vividly. Shen Xingchen had never seen such a capable person in the Red Maple Villa, and now he felt that it was magical, so he stood there and watched for a while. The little girl took the little man and left in a hurry, and immediately a young and handsome boy in a gorgeous dress approached her.

"Old man, your craftsmanship is very good, come, pinch it for my son, if you pinch it well, my son will reward you with five taels of silver, if you don't pinch well, if you don't pinch well......"

Everyone suddenly looked envious, a clay figure was only three or five copper plates, and this son's shot was someone else's food, clothing, housing and transportation for a few months. Brother Gongzi didn't say all the words behind, and made a fierce and vicious appearance, thinking that this silver is not easy to earn, and the onlookers suddenly had bright eyes, all of them were looking at the show.

The old man raised his head slightly, revealing a white and red face, and there was no trace of fear of being threatened in his deep and clear eyes. He smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and stroked the frost-white silver hair that had slipped in front of his temples behind his ears, and his voice sounded.

"Childe, what kind of clay figurine do you want to pinch!"

Brother Gongzi saw the old man's calm and relaxed attitude, and his heart was even more angry, in this North Street, who doesn't know his name, everyone respectfully calls him a young master, but this beggar-like old man dares to be so arrogant in front of him.

He put away the folding fan embroidered with gold wire, and thought for a while before pointing it at himself.

The crane-haired old man smiled knowingly, and his bright eyes glanced at the boy brother lightly, and then began to fly his fingers. Just at a glance, can he really pinch out the same person? Shen Xingchen stood opposite him, his eyes looking at the old man without moving for a moment. The old man was about the same size as her, not tall and thin, and he knew that he must be not young by looking at his face and gray hair, but his rough palms with flexible hands like snakes made her feel that he did not look like an old man at all. At that speed, if it is martial arts, it is absolutely invincible. Thinking of his immovable reaction when Brother Gongzi deliberately provoked him just now, Shen Xingchen felt that the old man in front of him was not simple.

There are heavens outside the sky, there are people outside the world, and there are many high-ranking people in this world, so it is better to be low-key. But there are people who don't have the eyesight to see.

"Old man, do you know whose shops on this North Street belong to? It's my Li Dashao, you have to pinch it well, you have to pinch it exactly the same, you know?"

There was threat, disdain, and more affirmation of his noble status in Master Li's words.

is so rich, no wonder he always shows that arrogant appearance, Shen Xingchen wrote his eyes and looked at that son, with straight eyebrows, slender posture, graceful posture, and a dark purple brocade robe wrapped around his body, he is indeed a handsome and good man, but it is the disdain in those shining eyes, and the bad guy is good.

The old man looked up and smiled, and nodded with all the certainty: "It must be exactly the same!"

The old man said, and began to lower his head and fiddle with the soil on the **, his fingers flew, the clump of soil without any shape has begun to take on a human form, the old man casually fished out a delicate and small knife on the stretcher surface, a pair of eyes stared at the pedestrian mud in his hand and began to carve, during which he changed a few smaller knives, and then rendered the color. His movements were light and fast, but the speed did not affect his accuracy in the slightest, and just as the people were dazzled by the sight, the old man suddenly stopped.

Shen Xingchen was also like everyone else, looking curiously at the clay figure in the old man's hand, the tall back of a young man in a purple robe.

Just a back made Shen Xingchen's heart tremble, this old man is definitely not a simple person. Suddenly a glimmer of light flashed in her mind, and her gaze at the old man became more solemn again.

As soon as the old man raised his eyes, he happened to meet Shen Xingchen's inquiring eyes, although there was awe in his eyes, there was still a little ill-will. He glanced at it lightly, looked away, and sent the clay figure in his hand to the eyes of the purple-clothed boy: "It's exactly the same!"

When the purple-clothed boy took the clay figure, the white jade-like handsome face had turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye, he crushed the clay figure in his hand fiercely, and when he raised his eyes to look at the old man again, his eyes were full of anger.

"Childe, isn't it exactly the same!"

The look in the purple-clothed man's eagerness did not affect the old man's good mood, his gray beard trembled slightly, obviously laughing, and the joy in his deep and translucent eyes was also obvious.

This old man is really arrogant. Others may not know why the purple-clothed boy suddenly became angry, but Shen Xingchen saw it clearly. The clay figure as a whole is a person, but on that face, it is a dog, with a dog nose, a dog mouth, dog eyes, and the whole cheek is covered with fluffy dog hair, as if he is afraid that others will not know, and he deliberately carved a 'dog' character on his forehead. Then he also provoked the noble son and said, 'It's exactly the same'. This clay figure vividly illustrates the 'human-like dog', which can no longer be called an ironic attack......

At this time, if you don't have a temper, you're definitely not a person, let alone a young and vigorous nobleman.

Some people sighed and some sympathized, this old man really kicked the iron plate today, but Shen Xingchen didn't care......