Qiu Haoqiong heard the laughter of the dean in front of him, and his heart was even more uncomfortable, he was even more unhappy when he heard that the dean had accepted such a disciple from heaven, and he suffered some blows, but the dean was still laughing so presumptuously, Qiu Haoqiong's mood was even worse.

As for why he believed in the dean, because he had always believed that there were heavenly immortals, wasn't this mountain dedicated to the Zhenwu Emperor?

It's just that this little uncle of Taihe Mountain never expected that this dean would really accept a heavenly immortal, although he believed that the dean's strength was unfathomable, but he didn't expect that he had reached this realm, and at this time, Qiu Haoqiong's admiration for the dean was a little bigger.

He hung his head at the moment, and his strength to speak was much weaker, so he paced behind the old shopkeeper, who snickered and had to hide his true emotions.

When he walked to the door of the room, the old shopkeeper suddenly turned around and stared at Qiu Haoqiong, but unfortunately the latter lowered his head at this time, and he didn't see that the old shopkeeper had been staring at him. When Qiu Haoqiong came to his senses, he found that the old shopkeeper looked at him a little strangely, until he was stared at and felt a little chill behind his back, and he asked resignedly: "Dean... Why do you keep staring at me like this? But it's definitely not as good as that closed disciple of yours."

The old shopkeeper didn't have the words of Qiu Haoqiong, he was thinking about something at the moment.

He just remembered something on the road, what is the realm of the closed disciple of this deceased Cen Tianshi now? During this time, he only cared about recovering his body, and he was still thinking about how to break the barrier laid by Yangping Zhenren, and more importantly, the monk was still living on the mountain, and once he was right, he would have to think of some other way, so he didn't have the heart to think about these problems.

So the old shopkeeper turned around on a whim and wanted to spy on the realm of this little uncle, but he never thought that someone had placed a ban on him, even if he couldn't spy on it.

The more the dean didn't speak, the more panicked Qiu Haoqiong became, he was thinking: Could it be that the dean can't beat the senior brother in charge, and he still has to be angry with me after thinking about it for this time?

Thinking of this, Qiu Haoqiong subconsciously took a few steps back, turned around and wanted to escape.

The old shopkeeper saw his movements and wondered, "Why are you kid going backwards?"

Qiu Haoqiong smiled awkwardly, and said, "What, I remembered that I still have to go back to the Jade Void Palace, and Senior Brother Yuan asked me to go there before going down the mountain, saying that I would give a lesson to his disciples." After he finished speaking, he said to himself: "Although I don't know what I can teach, but since Senior Brother Yuan has instructed me, I still have to go." ”

When the old shopkeeper heard this, he let out a faint "oh" and entered the house.

Qiu Haoqiong saw the back of the old shopkeeper leaving, and breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately it was not as he guessed, he slowly walked towards the bamboo forest, and when he arrived, he took out the bamboo knife in his arms, held the handle of the knife tightly with his right hand, took a deep breath, and drew a circle around it with his foot, exuding a burst of pale white qi, and then he gently drew a few afterimages in the air.

A few meters around, the bamboo forest was completely cut down.

The little uncle changed his tone lightly, put the bamboo knife back into his arms, and laughed at himself: "A little Taoist priest with a bamboo knife." ”

"Joyful and happy. ”

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After Ji Zhengyi left, Yushui Street seemed to be no different, except for one less household on the street.

Anyway, these teenagers on the street, with the passage of time, everyone communicates less and less, and even Xi An'an only learned that the third brother left Gusuzhou yesterday, the little girl secretly cried all night at night, and the next day she didn't dare to look at her parents with red eyes.

After the little girl's mother found out, she understood her, wiped her eyes, and comforted her for a while, but Xi An'an's father, who was carrying goods at the dock, saw it, and was a little angry, saying why she was always crying and crying, which ruined the luck of the family, and threatened to throw her out if the little girl dared to cry next time.

Xi An'an knew that his father was talking and playing, so he didn't take it seriously for a while.

But she still cried all morning after her father left the house, although the third brother usually doesn't talk much, but occasionally he will go to his house to ask for advice when he doesn't understand, even if it is not much. But in the heart of the little girl, this third brother is still very good, why did he leave for no reason.

The little girl is still young and does not understand the meaning of parting.

But Qiu is different, and parting seems to mean a lot more to him. He knew clearly in his heart that Xu Jing from the fourth household was also leaving, and he was going to leave two in a row, and he was really uncomfortable in his heart, but he boasted that he was the most optimistic person in the world, so he didn't allow himself to have any sad thoughts.

If there was, he punished himself for drinking a little drink.

Therefore, the boy already had seven or eight wine jars at home during this time, and all of them were empty.

The eldest lady of the bookstore didn't even see Xiao Zhiqiu for three or four days in a row, and thought something was wrong with him, so she locked the door of the bookstore early in the afternoon and hurriedly ran to Yushui Street.

When she came to Yushui Street, she saw that the door of the first house was locked, Yan Yu'an thought that Zhiqiu was not at home, and she was going to leave, but she thought that since she had come, why not try her luck?

Yan Yu'an was wearing a pale red Liuxian dress today, with a little rouge on her face, which happened to echo the red she was wearing. Her hair is combed into a lily bun, and her face is small, so with her big apricot eyes, it seems that the eldest lady's temperament is especially different today.

This dress is the result of Yan Yu'an pondering for three hours in the small bookstore, she is a person who doesn't like to dress up, usually at most she wears rouge, as for what kind of hair she combs, she doesn't care, how comfortable it is often.

But when she thought of going out to Xiao Zhiqiu's house today, she dressed up in a ghostly way, and even she didn't know why. She suddenly regretted it, even if this stupid boy saw it, he probably couldn't see any difference in herself.

Besides, it seems that he is not at home yet.

Yan Yu'an walked to the door, stretched out his hand and knocked lightly twice, but no one responded in the door.

Then she slammed it twice, making a heavy crashing sound, but no one responded.

Yan Yu'an was a little angry, she didn't understand why Zhiqiu didn't come to the small bookstore for so many days.

It's just, what kind of food does this little Zhiqiu eat every day? If you don't eat the food I cooked, can you eat it?

I don't know why, Yan Yu'an wants to go into his house to have a look, look for the traces left by Zhiqiu, maybe he can find out where Zhiqiu went.

However, Yan Yu'an has never practiced martial arts, and her body bones are average, she saw this wall, and estimated that she couldn't climb in, so she had to sigh and sit outside this door and wait stupidly.

The ghost knows when Xiao Zhiqiu will come back, and when he comes back, I will definitely hit him on the head. Yan Yu'an thought to himself.

Soon the sun was setting, and darkness tore through the sky, leaving a whole patch of night.

There was an old Taoist priest in white who walked towards Yushui Street, his leg seemed to be a little lame, he was on crutches in one hand, and he had to support his body with the other, limping, for fear that he would fall. When he reached the first house, he saw a little girl in red by the door, who was squatting on the threshold, nodding from time to time, and dozing off.

The white-clothed old Taoist priest became interested at a glance, he knew that the first household in Yushui Street was Zhiqiu who bought his beads that day, that young man was an interesting person, where was the fun?

It seems that he said that the old Taoist priest was a liar, and he also lowered the price of the beads.

The old Taoist priest's eyes rolled, and he had an idea in his heart.

Now that he sees a little girl outside Zhiqiu's door, he wants to tease her, by the way... A small place will know autumn for a while.

What's more, this little girl is the one she met in the courtyard of the bookstore that day, and she can be regarded as an acquaintance.

The old Taoist priest walked closer to Yan Yu'an, suddenly threw away his crutches, fell to the ground, and made a "bang" sound.

After Yan Yu'an heard the sound, she instantly lost her sleepiness, and when she opened her eyes, she saw that this old Taoist priest was a little familiar? She looked at it more closely, and found that this was not the old Taoist priest she met in the courtyard of the bookstore that day?

She didn't care so much, so she hurriedly went up to help the old Taoist priest, and asked, "What's wrong with you, old man?

The old Taoist priest frowned, with a painful expression on his face, and he said with a faint breath: "Little girl... Alas, it's hard to put into words. ”

Yan Yu'an had no choice but to give up, and after she helped the old Taoist priest up, she asked the latter where he was going.

The old Taoist priest said casually: "Oh~ I'll go see my good friend, Ji Zhengyi, he lives in this third household. ”

Yan Yu'an had heard Zhiqiu talk about Ji Zhengyi before, but she didn't know much about the latter, so she didn't ask anymore, she said kindly: "Then old man, slow down, since you are in the third household, then you can walk a few steps ahead, and I will help you over, right?"

The old Taoist priest waved his hand and said that there was no need, he suddenly laughed twice, and said softly: "Little girl, are you waiting for Zhiqiu?"

Yan Yu'an looked surprised and puzzled.

The old Taoist priest pretended to smile deeply at this time, and took out a bamboo skewer from his arms. He pointed to the bamboo sticks, and then to the sky.

Yan Yu comprehended with peace of mind, it turned out that the old man was so good at divination.

The old Taoist priest said seemingly casually: "I also know Zhiqiu in this first household, Ji Zhengyi told me before, he is not bad, quite a kind young man." ”

Yan Yu'an became interested when she heard it, she had never heard other people's comments on Zhiqiu before, and she wanted to hear what other people outside said about this person.

Anyway, in her heart, Zhiqiu doesn't seem to have any advantages except for her good mouth and kung fu.

By the way, it's quite generous, at least last time Xiao Zhiqiu used up all his savings to buy her a string of beads.

So Yan Yu'an looked at the old Taoist priest with a curious expression, and deliberately asked coldly: "Oh, is he very kind? Why didn't I find out?"

After the old Taoist priest saw the little girl's expression, he was a little more sure in his heart, and he continued: "The last time I came to the courtyard of your bookstore, do you remember, the young man said with a handful of snot and tears that he wanted to buy the beads in my hand, and said that he would give them away. ”

"Who did he say to send?" Yan Yu'an suddenly cheered up and hurriedly asked.

The old Taoist priest deliberately did not speak, and seemed to hesitate.

He thought for a while, then lowered his voice and said, "I don't have a good memory, I can't remember." ”

Yan Yu'an seemed a little disappointed, but she didn't say anything, just she turned sideways slightly.

Then the old Taoist priest's words made Yan Yu'an's mood fall to the bottom.

The white-clothed old Taoist priest said mysteriously: "I only remember that string of beads... Sold for 200 wen. ”

Yan Yu'an's face was a little gloomy, and he clenched his fists tightly.

Xiao Zhiqiu, two hundred pieces of silver is all your belongings?

She was really in a bad mood, not because the beads were cheap.

It's because Xiao Zhiqiu lied to her.