Lou Xinyue walked to her father and Xinyu, and Song Qing grabbed in front of Bu An and said, "You tell me honestly! Did you see that there were no living people in Liudian Town at the beginning?

Bu An first shouted "Master" to Tu Yao, and then said helplessly to Song Qing and Fang Fei'er, whose faces were not quite right: "Where can I see it, I didn't guess it by mistake...... It's horrifying to think about it now!"

Fang Fei'er also said with a bitter face: "God knows what kind of wine and food they brought to entertain us......"

Song Qing muttered: "Good wine and good food can't be faked, the silver is real." ”

Fang Fei'er was puzzled: "What silver?"

Song Qing hurriedly shook his head and said, "How can I say anything silver, it's a shadow, and the shadow is real......"

When Fang Fei'er and Song Qing surrounded Bu'an and asked long and short questions, Tu Yao smiled and stood aside with her hands in her hands, she also had something to say to Bu'an, but this is not a place, and she is not in a hurry. Some of the children's families heard that this young woman was Buye's master, and they all came to thank her.

At this time, Peng Ji'an, a white-bearded old doctor who had been with Yuezhou City from Yandong County, had completed the handover with the Ciren Medical Center, and led several Yandong doctors to say goodbye to Bu'an.

The old doctor Peng carefully untied the cuffs that had been tied tightly when treating children before, took out a small wooden box, and handed it to Bu An with both hands, saying that this was his early years for a passing Taoist monk to treat the disease, and the person gave him an elixir, and he had been by his side for more than ten years.

Bu An knew that the Dan Xuan in the six Taoist Xuan was divided into Inner Dan and Outer Dan, but he had never seen a Wai Dan monk, let alone what Wai Dan (the so-called Immortal Pill) looked like, so he only pushed it with a little water, but he accepted it disrespectfully.

He asked "very casually" what kind of elixir this was. Dr. Peng replied that he didn't know.

Bu An also wanted to ask what kind of character the passing Dao Xiu was, whether he was seriously ill at that time, and what was the scene when he gave Dan, but his face was still not so thick after all.

He pondered that if it was a routine or a drama script, that Dao Xiu must have a terminal illness, and this Wai Dan must have a great future, but since he crossed over, it seems that he has encountered a lot of anti-routines, strange routines, or no routines at all, so it is not advisable to expect too much.

sent Peng Ji'an away, and the people of Ciren Medical Center didn't know if they were finally able to free their hands, or if they felt the taste of Bu'an's few retorts, and three or four people surrounded him to treat his injuries.

After that, Lou Xinyue remained in the hospital to take care of her younger brother Xinyu, while Tu Yao, Fang Fei'er and Song Qing were led to Fuping Street by Bu'an.

Tu Yao saw the Yamen of the Ghost Capture Seven Divisions and the people of the Seven Divisions with his own eyes, and the first thought that rose in his heart was that if he was replaced and walked into this Yuezhou City penniless, in just three months, without the help of the strength of the clan, he would never be able to support such a big scene.

In the courtyard of the Yamen, Qingshan, Deng Xiaoxian, Huiyuan monk, Luo Qingting, You Ping and Zhang Blind are all there, and there are many people who come to thank or say goodbye, and there are even guests who ask when they can make up time to catch ghosts - the evil moon and nine yin that just passed, and the seven divisions went to Yinzhou.

Bu An felt that this style of painting was really not suitable for Tu Yao, so he led her, Fang Fei'er, and Song Qing to the Qingshan Mansion across the street.

Stepping into the threshold of this big mansion, Song Qing looked around and said with a smile: "I really can't think of how you can break into such a big scene with those five taels of silver alone." It's only three months, if you are given a year and three years...... If I go down the mountain to practice in the future, I'm afraid that the name of the master will not be as useful as your Seventh Sibu Master!"

"You guy is still so big and not small!" Bu An glanced at him, and said in his heart, you don't know that Shizun and her father are the right minister.

Fang Fei'er stretched out her hand and chiseled Song Qing's head, which could be regarded as teaching him a lesson for his master, and then said quite sourly: "Senior Brother Bu always used no poetry to deal with us at the beginning, and I am afraid that I have written a basket of poems and songs in the past three months." ”

Bu An shook his head and smiled: "Since the Lanting Summer Collection, I have recited a total of one poem, or this morning when I was catching ghosts in Liudian. ”

Fang Fei'er and Song Qing looked suspicious, even if Tu Yao saw Qisi Yamen and Qingshan and others, they felt that Bu'an often had good poems, so they brought these people to their side.

Actually, they weren't all wrong. Bu'an didn't write poetry, but every once in a while she would hum some tunes to inspire Qingshan, and then she would serve as the chief "power bank" of the Seventh Division. Deng Xiaoxian is not stupid after all, and after a long time, they can see how these tunes came about, but no one can tell them.

Fang Fei'er shook her head and said that she didn't believe it, but Song Qing cared about something else, and leaned closer and asked, "They all said that you earned thousands of taels of silver, is it true or false?"

Bu An smiled: "Half-truths, I have earned a lot of silver, but I don't belong to ...... alone."

"I won't share the money with you if I earn it, what are you doing!" Fang Fei'er pushed Song Qing away again and asked Bu An what poem he wrote this morning.

"How do you know he won't share with me?" Song Qing muttered quietly.

Bu An felt that the poem was quite appropriate at that time, and it was a bit of a middle school to read the scene in front of him, so he was ashamed to say it.

Not long after entering the front yard, Tu Yao asked Bu An to lead her to the study, Fang Fei'er and Song Qing guessed that the master wanted to talk to Bu An alone about Qufu Academy, so they didn't follow with him and waited in the courtyard with peace of mind.

Entering the study, Tu Yao got straight to the point and said, "I saw Jiang Hongyi." ”

Bu An was puzzled: "Who is Jiang Hongyi?"

Tu Yao smiled a little speechlessly, shook his head and said, "You still don't know who that person is, so you beat him?"

"Oh, it's the guy from Qufu Academy...... I'm also in a hurry. Did he say anything?" Bu'an said, scratching his head.

"He praised me for teaching a good disciple. ”

Being stared at so closely by Tu Yao, although she had a faint smile on her face, Bu An still felt a little pressure, so she avoided the weight and said lightly: "So polite......"

"Don't play dumb. ”

"Master...... You don't want me to come to the door and ask for guilt, do you?"

"When you say that, it's a good idea. ”

Bu An glanced at Tu Yao, saw that the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, and knew that this was a joke, so he deliberately didn't answer her words.

Tu Yao was silent for a moment, and then suddenly changed the topic and said, "My master is too lazy, and it seems that I have never asked you how your cultivation is. I heard Song Qing say that you have been practicing calligraphy recently, write that poem to me this morning. ”

It's time to check your homework. Bu An agreed, and took care of grinding ink and preparing paper by himself - he was not bold enough to dare to let Tu Yao study ink for himself, although there was such a thought floating in his heart.

When he finished writing the seven-character poem, Tu Yao frowned and muttered: "In the past, the teeth and claws were like crazy tigers, and now the wind and thunder are called to Wolong...... You must take the avenue as an adventure, and tread all over the dirty traces of the world......" Then he looked at him with a smile and said: "I'm not good at poetry, I'm afraid that I will misunderstand, you can explain it, what does this poem mean?"