As the sun sets, listen to the bell by the water. This is a rare elegance in the world.

But if it is the same time, in the tea house that can barely block the wind and rain, holding a rough and dilapidated tea bowl to drink tea, this elegant taste will always be much worse.

The acquaintances in the town all call the proprietress of the tea house Yun Po.

This woman in her forties has long lost the charm that a woman should have, and is more like a clay sculpture that can walk and talk, her eyes are almost exhausted, and she is just mechanically running the business of the tea house.

People who are familiar with her know her situation, the death of her father, the death of her husband, and the death of her son.

It sounded almost heartbreaking, but few people really felt sympathetic and sighed. Not because of the indifference of human nature, but because in this era, in this earthly world, nine out of ten people have experienced the same experience.

There are many such cases, and things become natural, and there is nothing to say.

Maybe the world should be like this, struggling to solve food and clothing every day, struggling to survive, what more can you pray for?

Yun Po thought so, so she shrank in the dilapidated tea house like this, and got by.

Such a day was broken one afternoon three years ago.

The famous son-in-law brother of Hukou Town wore gold and silver horses and went out of the city gate, and went to the next stop in the sunset. This stop was an hour, and it was not until the city defender came to urge him that he left silently and slowly.

This kind of thing, after it happened once, it kept repeating itself day after day, rain or shine.

It's rain or shine in the truest sense of the word. Whether it is a cold winter, the moon is snowing. Or the exposure of the summer sunset, he will appear outside the city gate on time, almost looking at the east in a daze. Carrying the sun behind him.

He always carries some strange things on his body, all kinds of eye-catching gold and silver jewelry, and when the whole person moves slightly, he makes a "sound of gold and jade", dazzling in the sunset, just like a strange road sign.

No one dared to come forward and ask him what he was doing, not even his attendants. It's just that the attendants have been depressed. Because the master stood here, they had no choice but to follow, standing behind them stupidly. I don't even dare to talk and fart loudly.

It's not that I haven't been persuaded, and it's useless to persuade.

The temperament of this young man is well known to the people of Hukou Town, so the farmers who come and go every day see the "Buddha statue" shining with golden light from a distance. will stay away. Respect and stay away, but also fear and stay away.

The tea house is not far from where the daily boy stopped, and it was also because of the boy that he stopped there, and Yun Po's business here became much more deserted. No one dares to provoke this way of immortals, Yun Po is sad and worried, but it is difficult to express it.

Until it snowed heavily one day, it was only half an hour's work. The boy's calf was half buried by the flakes of snow like goose feathers.

At that time, Yun Po was probably frozen and confused. I was dizzy. Looking at the young man in the snow, he felt that he was extremely pitiful, so he took a bowl of hot tea in a daze, walked up and handed it to him.

The young man has never drunk such rough tea in his life, and at this time, he couldn't help but be stunned when he looked at the tea bowl with three holes on the edge of the edge that Yun Po brought over.

The attendants behind the young man were already frozen, and at this time, they looked at Yun Po like stupid pigs, and before the scolding voice could be spoken, the young man actually took the tea bowl that looked a little dirty, and drank it cleanly.

"Thank you." So said the boy.

From that day on, the boy no longer stood there alone every day. He still came back every day, staying for an hour every day, but changing places.

He would sit in Yun Po's teahouse and ask for a pot of tea, sometimes drinking two bowls, sometimes not moving.

The tea money is paid according to the capitation, four people and eight children, never less, never more.

Yun Po didn't have any superfluous thoughts, and she never dared to say anything to this son.

She had seen the young man start a fire to whip the attendants, and the blood-drenched and flesh-turned appearance made her still feel horrified when she recalled it now.

Sometimes, Yun Po even faintly regretted it, thinking that why did she have to do so much at that time, she had to invite such a great god to the tea house. In today's situation, it is easy to invite God and difficult to send God.

However, there are other times, Yun Po will secretly look at the side face of the young man, and think in her heart that she has already died in battle. In a daze, she will also merge the shadows of the two people together, as if she can see some shadows in memories from the young man's body. Although it doesn't really mean anything, it can probably be comforted.

Yun Po is an ordinary person who will only live the life of an ordinary person.

The young man is not ordinary, he has his own ideas and opinions, so he will be a little angry when Xie Xiaoman recites "Soldier Chariot Travel", hehe sneered, he didn't argue, he waved the horsewhip and threw it at Xie Xiaoman's body.

Teenagers are arrogant. So, after he found out that he was subdued by a few vines, he became even more annoyed and angry.

"Fuck! You don't have to beg her! Damn it! Where did you get a monster! He even knows how to use demon magic! You'd better fucking kill me now, or I'll find a Tai Immortal in the future, and I'll definitely take your dog's life!" The young man raised his eyebrows, and his words were clear.

When the attendants behind the young man heard this, their faces turned green.

Little master, can you cause less trouble! We're here to save people by pulling relationships with each other! You are talking so dirty, do you want a few of us to live? You are here to be a hero and speak quickly, but if you really have something long and short, don't we have to bury you too?

"Ouch, my little ancestor!" The attendant was about to call Mom, but at this time he cried and pleaded with tears, "This fairy girl! Our family Langjun has been arrogant since he was a child, and there are some people who can't talk well for a while. But he didn't mean that, he just felt ashamed and wanted to find some ground on his tongue! You have a lot of them, don't worry about him! Do you lack pills, talismans, and other things in your cultivation? As long as you are willing to spare the life of our family, my lord will definitely try his best to give it! ”

Xie Xiaoman listened to the mess behind him, and at this time he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, and he was interested.

She glanced at Xing Ge, and when she saw his undetectable chin, she understood something, and the corners of her mouth hooked up a smile, and she turned around.

"Pill talisman? Cultivation matters, it seems that you are quite clear? Xie Xiaoman looked at the attendant who spoke.

Seeing this, the attendant knew that there was a way to save people, and it seemed that the other party was a negotiable person, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and his originally miserable and pale face also slightly recovered a little blood at this time.

knelt down at Xie Xiaoman and buckled his head, and the attendant continued: "Our lord has always been in awe of an immortal master like you, and there is occasionally a great immortal in the mansion to visit, so the little ones occasionally follow and listen, but they also have some fairy qi and know some bits and pieces." ”

"What's your lord's name?"

"Returning to the Immortal Gu! The head of our family is a squire in Hukou Town, whose surname is Yan, and his name is Hongshuo. ”

"Who is the immortal master you are talking about who occasionally visits?"

"The little ones are just mortals, who know where your power comes and goes. It's just that everyone in the house respectfully calls Mr. Tai, and the people in this town occasionally go to ask for hexagrams, so they call Tai Daxianren. ”

"Liu San'er, shut up! What to do with this kind of nonsense! If she dares to kill me, I'll let her come!" Lao Tzu is not a hero if he is afraid of death! ”

During the conversation between the two, the young man's mouth never stopped, and at this time, he suddenly roared at the stitches, which was really earth-shattering.

Even the guards at the city gate faintly heard a little, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, and walked over holding the handle of the knife.

"Yan Lang-kun is alright?"

"It's okay, fart! Lao Tzu is about to be cut down! You're still there in the sun! Why don't you come over and remove this little girl's skin! If Lao Tzu doesn't get you to Song Chun Pavilion today, Lao Tzu won't be a man! ”

The rain outside is still dripping, and I don't know where to start with the word "basking in the sun".

The attendant who was kneeling on the ground judged the situation, and for a while he was a little in and out for two years, and he didn't know whether the three city guards who rushed over to help outside were the opponents of the woman in front of him.

Xing Ge, who had been sitting on the side, frowned, stood up, and prepared to make a move.

Xie Xiaoman heard the movement behind him, turned his head sideways and gave Xing Ge a gesture of calming down, but his hand gently turned outward, drawing a strange and complicated curve in the air, and pushed it out.

There was a clanging sound, and it was the sound of the rushing guards, the weapons in their hands dropping.

The attendant who was kneeling on the ground panicked, and looked with his peripheral vision, only to see a few vines grabbing the blade, and the guards, as if they had been hit by something, all went five or six steps away, and they were also a little stunned for a while, where did they dare to step forward again?

"Immortal Gu spare her life! Fairy Gu spares her life! The attendant was panicked, he didn't expect that the other party could reach such a powerful point with a move of his fingers, and it was beyond the reach of manpower.

In this state now, where is there any other way than waiting for the other party to spare his life?

"Hex! If you have the ability, don't use witchcraft! Let's do it with real guns! The young man was still shouting, Xie Xiaoman couldn't help laughing this time, thinking that this guy was also interesting, he had reached this point, he didn't even have the fear of death, and he was still arrogant and full of guns, but he was also an unusual person.

was thinking about how to tease this spoiled rich second generation, but a breath came to his face.

Xie Xiaoman's eyes narrowed slightly, and the aura was on his fingertips, looking at the direction where the aura was coming from in a state of vigilance.

An ordinary middle-aged man came against the wind, dissipated the aura around him ten steps away, and walked over step by step. (To be continued......)