The old man followed Li Qingbao to the outside of a big mansion, the dilapidated wall courtyard, the big red door with the paint off, it can be seen that this is a house that has lasted for many years, and there is a bad smell of herbs when you walk into the house.

Li Qingbao led the old man and the middle-aged man into the main hall of the mansion, and shouted into the inner room: "Old man, someone is looking for you." Then he didn't greet anyone, and took Xiaohu into the back hall.

The old man stood in the main hall and looked around, the main hall was supplied with three clears, the bottom was an incense case, and a few wooden chairs were placed on both sides.

I don't know if this young man has received the wrong place, and the other party doesn't ask how he knows where he is going and who he is looking for? Could it be that he really knows Taoism? Got the true inheritance of the elders? Otherwise, how could he have brought himself here without asking anything?

At that moment, the old man was thinking about it, and Lang Lang's laughter came from the back hall.

"There are still two years left before our appointment, why is the old butler coming here at this time?"

The voice is rough and loud, piercing into the ears, like a bell, the voice has just ended, and then out of the back room out of a green-robed Taoist priest, white bearded cloth face, eyes are bright, steady steps, although the dress is simple, but can give people a sense of otherworldliness.

I saw that the old man saw the face of the person who came, his expression changed, and he hurriedly bent down and saluted: "Mr. Qin, I haven't seen you for many years, you are still in such a spirit, you have always been fine?" ”

"Haha, Xianyun Yehe is naturally doing well, come, sit down." Qin Punishment gestured to invite and said with a smile.

The two sat facing each other, and the middle-aged man stood behind the old man.

"Steward Lin, your master is very good." Qin asked politely.

"I can't hide it, my master is in physical condition, and his family is in trouble, and this time I came here for my master to complete the appointment made ten years ago." Steward Lin didn't dare to make any more detours, and said respectfully.

"Suffering?" Qin Zhi stroked his white beard, and after thinking for a moment, he said: "The quadrennial Red Autumn Festival is coming, no wonder you Steward Lin came to me two years in advance. ”

"Mr. Qin, what you said is very true."

"Your master is destined to have such a catastrophe, the time has not yet come, even if I am old and reluctant, it will only increase my troubles."

"Alas, my master has been in poor health recently, and I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for the appointed date, so I can't take care of so much Let me come to ask Mr. Qin for your help, and please forgive me." Steward Lin immediately bowed his head and pleaded, this time it was a matter of life and death, he had to complete this task, if he couldn't do it, then there was no need for him to go back.

Qin Zhi closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then opened his eyes and smiled lightly, and said: "Steward Lin, you can rest assured, Mr. Liao's body is fine, and it will get better in a little time, but this catastrophe of the Red Autumn Bon Festival depends on the creation." ”

Steward Lin was stunned for a moment, and then smiled bitterly: "Even Mr. Qin's unpredictable prophet's Taoist technique can't be counted as a catastrophe for my master, I'm afraid it's ......."

"As I just said, now is the time, even if I am willing to help, I am afraid that things will get worse." Qin Zhi always looked calm and relaxed, very calm.

"This ...... But this time the situation is really very serious, it is a matter of life and death, and the master has nothing to do but ask you for help, so I hope Mr. Qin will reconsider. ”

Qin Zhi stroked his beard again, thought about it again and again, and said to the back hall after a long time: "Stinky boy, after listening to it for a long time, it's time to come out and express your opinion." ”

"Stinky boy?" Could it be that the stinky boy in Mr. Qin's mouth is the little brother who led the way just now? Steward Lin turned his head to look at the back hall.

Steward Lin was thinking about himself, but Li Qingbao had already dragged the slippers into the main hall, holding a cucumber in his left hand, and reaching into his crotch with his right hand to scratch the itch, sitting on the chair with a big grin, and gnawing on the cucumber before saying: "Old man, since Steward Lin has already said that it is a matter of life and death, you have a ten-year friendship with people, how can you not help?" ”

Hearing this, Steward Lin also nodded again and again, glanced at Li Qingbao gratefully, but smiled bitterly, this young man is really acting weird, just looking at the sloppy behavior and clothing makes people look uncomfortable, and he became an old man in his mouth when he was respectful Mr. Qin.

"Do you really think so?" Qin Zhi seemed to be accustomed to the title of old man, so he didn't care at all, and still asked with a smile.

"I do think so, but it's up to you, old man, to decide whether to decide or not." Li Qingbao said with a smile.

Steward Lin wiped the sweat from his forehead and calmed down his emotions, and the fate of his master depended on the next decision.

Qin Zhi was silent, unhurriedly lowered his head and rolled a cigarette for himself, took a deep breath of smoke, and then said: "Okay, this trip is a curse or a blessing, this is the path you have chosen." "Qin Zhi was wearing a dignified Taoist uniform, holding a cigarette in his hand, and he looked a little nondescript.

"I get that." Li Qingbao said lightly.

"Mr. Qin, what do you mean?" Steward Lin had already vaguely guessed the other party's intentions.

"Steward Lin, I am now old Longzhong, and my body is not as good as it was back then, so I really can't do anything about the Red Autumn Bowl Festival." Qin Zhi sighed, and then continued: "Over the years, Qingbao has learned a little bit of skills by my side, let him help you, whether it is successful or not depends on creation." ”

Li Qingbao stuffed the last piece of cucumber into his mouth, and said with a smile: "It's not a legitimate business to stay in this small place all day long and peek at people taking a bath, I just want to go outside, Steward Lin, you can take me along the way." Looking at his appearance, he didn't take the other party's life and death to heart at all.

"Huh?" Although he vaguely guessed that this was the result just now, Steward Lin was still stunned for a long time, although Li Qingbao's style of doing things was beyond the city government he should have at his age, but this person was a good man, extremely wild, and unruly when people came out. Coupled with the farce of the previous wall-piercing talisman, as well as the thin body bones, there is no literature or martial arts, I am afraid it will be difficult to do great things.

Seeing that the other party didn't respond for a long time, Qin Zhi said again: "Steward Lin can rest assured, although this stinky boy has a casual style on weekdays, he has some skills. ”

"Okay, the person who can get such affirmation from Mr. Qin must have something extraordinary, but if something changes, I still ask my master first." Steward Lin looked Li Qingbao up and down, but the other party still looked like he didn't care about himself.

"Since that's the case, the matter is settled, let's take him away when Steward Lin leaves!" Qin Zhi made the final decision.

Things were agreed quickly, and after Li Qingbao heard that the place he went out was called Shanghai, he didn't bother to continue to talk to them, not to mention that he was not interested in these things, the important thing was that he wanted to leave Pingjian Town as soon as possible.

Ignoring their next conversation, Li Qingbao got up and left the main hall, walked a short way to the backyard, crossed the courtyard wall, and came to the small fruit forest behind the house.

Xiaohu was sitting under the stump of the tree munching on an apple, and when he saw Li Qingbao coming, he hurriedly threw one over.

"Heh, today is a good day, Xiaohuzi, you will leave here sooner or later, you don't need to be sad." Li Qingbao took the apple and sat down next to Xiaohu.

"Brother Bao, in fact, the purpose of your going out is to find your father, right?" Xiaohu looked at Li Qingbao's eyes and asked, "The old people in the town all say that your father is a big man in the capital!" ”

Li Qingbao, who was still smiling just now, immediately sank his face and corrected: "He is not my father!" ”

Li Qingbao has never seen his father since he was a child, and has been living with his mother, but just three years ago, his mother also died of illness, so he followed Qin Punishment, the old Taoist priest, to learn some small skills, so he was obsessed with his father abandoning him since he was a child. Xiaohu knew this very well, realized that he had said the wrong thing, his neck shrank, and said with a smile: "Brother Bao, I said something wrong, I was looking for that Wang Ba Lamb." ”

"He must come back to my mother's grave and kowtow to admit his mistake and give my mother an explanation!"

Li Qingbao silently nibbled on a large mouthful of apples and did not continue to speak. His eyes drifted not far away, and it was the middle-aged man who had been following Steward Lin who had been walking towards them.

The middle-aged man walked up to the two of them, took out two cigarettes and handed them over, Li Qingbao unceremoniously took them and lit them, while Xiaohu shook his head and said that he would not smoke.

"Have you ever wanted to go outside?" The middle-aged man looked at Xiaohu, and this sentence was asked to him.

"Why go out?" Xiaohu asked.

"Your qigong practice is very good, and your innate physical advantages, it is really condescending to nest in this small place, and the man has ambitions in all directions. I can help you if you want. The middle-aged man's cold face showed a rare trace of excitement, and it was no wonder that he hadn't met such a Maxima for a long time.

Xiaohu shook his head without thinking much and said, "I'm not interested, Brother Bao said that I am not suitable to go out now." Besides, if you want to go out, I'll follow Brother Bao out, and I don't know you. ”

"Okay, I got it." The middle-aged man glanced at Li Qingbao, who was still gnawing on apples, and left with regret on his face.

"Xiaohu, don't you regret it?" Li Qingbao said: "He is your nobleman, so it's a pity to refuse like this." ”

Xiaohu looked indifferent, and said with a smile: "Brother Bao, I'm still waiting for you to take me out to the world, what am I doing with him." ”

Li Qingbao couldn't help laughing, threw away the apple core, and said loudly: "Good brother, go, go to Sister Chen's for two drinks!" ”

At the entrance of the mansion is Li Qingbao's beloved mount, a three-wheeled motorcycle left by devils during World War II, an old-fashioned double exhaust motorcycle, four gears, the army-green exterior paint is very old, and with a cheap T-shirt that Li Qingbao often wears, printed with the words "Pingjin Pesticide - A Good Helper for Farmer Friends", which really complements this motorcycle.

Li Qingbao said hello, let Xiaohu sit in the back seat, tighten the accelerator and gallop towards the downtown of the town.

The weather in July in the north is hot and melting.

On the road less than a kilometer to the downtown area of the town, when the two of them arrived, the T-shirt was soaked with sweat, and it was quickly dried by the wind, mixed with the mud and dust on the side of the road, sticky and sticky to the body, which was embarrassing and uncomfortable.

In the hot weather, even if it is the most crowded downtown in the town, there are not a few people passing by at this time, Li Qingbao parked the car under the shed where the bicycle was repaired and blew cold, sat on his motorcycle, touched his body for a while, and finally found a cigarette and lit it.

"Brother Bao, give it to me too." Xiaohu smiled and stretched out his hand.

"No, hurry up and buy it, Wang Fafa's small shop sells it, you go pick up the package, and then bring me a bag of soft China back, I'm about to leave this place, buddy should also enjoy it, I'm tired of smoking cigarettes." Pushing Xiaohu out, Li Qingbao pointed to the small shop opened by Wang Fa Fa, the head of the market.

"Brother Bao, I don't have any money." Xiaohu stepped back and stretched out his hand. Li Qingbao took out more than a dozen hundred-yuan bills from his big pants, and casually drew one and threw it to Huzi.

Originally, Li Qingbao's mother left him tens of thousands of yuan before she died, this guy likes to find someone to play cards when he has nothing to do on weekdays, and he loses a lot, and others are willing to play with him.

Coming out of the small store, Xiaohu threw two packs of soft China to Li Qingbao, put a bag of Yuxi in his pocket, and Li Qingbao stretched out his hand: "What about the change recovered?" ”

"Here!" Xiaohu patted his trouser belt and said with a smile: "This little bit is left for me to buy cigarettes and smoke in the future." ”

"You calf, take advantage of Lao Tzu." Li Qingbao scolded with a smile and threw away the soft Chinese past: "Don't talk nonsense, go drink." ”

"Hey, hey, good."

The two of them dropped their motorcycles, smoked cigarettes, and walked towards a small restaurant not far away.

This is one of the few small restaurants in the town, managed by a woman named Chen Lian, a very demure woman, but unfortunately she talks a little bit, and she is married to a lazy gambler.

"Sister Chen, there are guests!" Li Qingbao shouted, walked into the restaurant with a big grin, and found a table to sit down.

Hearing the voice, soon a woman with long hair came out of the inner room, and when she saw the visitor, she hurriedly greeted with a smile: "It's only three o'clock in the afternoon, why did you come so early." ”

"Drinking is not divided into morning and evening, come and come, first bring a box of beer, then come to the braised vegetables, deduct two plates of meat, and don't forget to send peanuts." Li Qingbao pulled Xiaohu to sit down, patted his belly and said boldly.

"Li boy, did you hit the shit luck and win money playing cards today? So generous? Chen Lian is used to joking with Li Qingbao on weekdays, and she doesn't talk so politely.

"Shit didn't hit it, but I'm going to leave this poor place tomorrow and go outside to make a lot of money, which is better than hitting shit."

"Really?" Chen Lian put down the work in her hand in surprise and looked at Li Qingbao.

"Sister Chen, what do you say I lied to you, you won't be able to eat your nostalgic version of button meat in the future." Li Qingbao banged on the table and said with a grin.

"It's better to go out than to stay in this poor place." Chen Lian thought for a while and said with a smile: "You are also leaving, I will invite you this time, it can be regarded as a send-off, Li boy, don't forget Sister Chen and me when you get rich in the future." ”