The backyard of Taihe Mountain is not big, but it is the most suitable place for cultivation on the entire mountain, whether it is the aura between heaven and earth or the degree of tranquility, it is far from being comparable to other places. However, the old shopkeeper was a little sulking, and there was a young man who couldn't talk more than he could follow him every day, and seemed to be very concerned about him. But the old shopkeeper knew in his heart how much information this "traitor" had passed on to his senior brother behind his back.

Now the old shopkeeper's meridians have actually recovered to a factor of seventy or eighty, but he feels that if he forcibly leaves the backyard like this, the stinky Taoist priest on the top of the mountain will definitely spit lotus flowers again, say a few Taoist mantras, and beat him back.

Besides, there is also the old monk who doesn't know where to stay, King Kong is angry, and the Buddhist proverbs are as if he can't resist anything.

Alas, the reader fights are really weak, unless... The scholar who is known as the most capable of fighting comes here, and it is estimated that he can still fight. The old shopkeeper muttered these things in his heart all day long, and he was trapped in the mountains for four or five days unconsciously, and he didn't know if his closed apprentice thought about himself.

It seems that there is no need to guess, that stinky boy probably wished he didn't come back, so he didn't have to copy and write. The old shopkeeper sat in the gazebo in the backyard, but he missed it a little in his heart.

What a damn life.

However, Zhiqiu has lived a leisurely life these days, and after getting up early to go to the bookstore for several days in a row and not meeting the old shopkeeper, he simply didn't get up early every day, and slept until the sun rose every day. Fortunately, the eldest lady was still in the bookstore, and the young man could still go to eat at noon.

When Zhiqiu eats at noon every day, he will quietly ask the eldest lady where the old shopkeeper is now, but what he gets is the white eyes of the eldest lady, and the eldest lady who often ridicules him still shouts that if he asks this kind of question after dinner, Xiao Zhiqiu will not have anything to eat.

What a smart man the little boy is, he doesn't ask if he doesn't ask, anyway, he is happy that the old man does not come back, this day when no one cares about it is really free and happy like a fairy, and it just so happens that he still has some silver in his arms, and he wants to sneak around to find an opportunity to make an appointment with a few people and have a drink or two.

Mianzhi likes to drink, you can call it, Ji Zhengyi.. No, I'm still a scholar, I can't drink, Ye Qi... You can drink it, but that stinky boy Shenlong is gone, and I don't know where I've been fighting again these days, Xu Jing... Alas, since that day he said goodbye at his door, he has never gone again, and the person who has to move away anyway, how can he be qualified to drink my Zhiqiu's wine?

Zhiqiu thought about it and thought about it, he actually had a little headache, in the past three years in Suzhou, it seems that he didn't even have a few people to accompany him?

I don't know why, he misses an old man a little, and he heard the pigeon report that the kid was a little second in the restaurant?

Zhiqiu stayed in the bookstore, thinking about these strange things while sorting out the books, he was a little stunned, and stood there in a daze, and the eldest lady next to him saw it, and did not come forward to interrupt him for the first time.

The eldest lady surnamed Yan and named Yu'an just lay on the chair that the old shopkeeper liked to lie on before, raised a teacup with her left hand, and drank it slowly, looking at Xiao Zhiqiu in a daze from time to time.

Yan Yu'an gulped down, and after finding that there was no water in his teapot, he raised the teapot and yelled not far away: "Xiao Zhiqiu, bring some water to Miss Ben!"

Zhiqiu was a hundred reluctant, so he had to run slowly to get the teapot and fetch some water.

Yan Yu'an looked at Zhiqiu who came and went, and was very relieved, she stood up and touched Xiao Zhiqiu's little head, the latter wanted to dodge sideways, but found that this eldest lady seemed to be about the same height as herself, and then had to give up.

The shopkeeper said that a man can't let others touch his head casually. Zhiqiu looked at the girl who was as tall as him in front of him, and raised his voice slightly.

Yan Yu'an frowned, and suddenly raised his left hand and tapped Zhiqiu's head. She said loudly: "Nonsense! I used to touch my father's head when I was a child! I have never seen my father say anything about me? I think you are just talking nonsense and making up some reason to lie to me, don't talk about my father, or you won't come to the bookstore tomorrow for dinner." ”

Zhiqiu lowered his head, thinking in his heart that it was your father, could this be two different things. However, he closed his mouth in recognition of each other, turned around with his hands behind his back and went back to work in the bookstore.

The eldest lady looked at his attitude, felt very satisfied, and continued to lie on the chair and drink tea.

The sun outside the hospital is warm, squinting in the sun, and taking a sip, life is very comfortable.

Just as Yan Yu'an squinted his eyes and fell asleep, an old Taoist priest dressed in white stood outside the courtyard, he kept staring at the ginkgo tree in the courtyard, and he was still holding a string of crimson beads in his hand, constantly playing with it, and after hesitating outside the door for a moment, he still stepped into the courtyard.

After the eldest lady heard some movement, she suddenly opened her eyes, she caught a glimpse of the old Taoist priest in white, and slowly stood up, she looked at the old Taoist priest, and said respectfully: "Old man, are you here to choose some books to read in the bookstore?"

The old Taoist priest shook his head and said in a lazy tone: "Buy books... Poor roads can't afford it. ”

"It's okay, you can come to the bookstore and look at the books, you don't charge for this. Yan Yu'an thought that this old Taoist priest wanted to read books, but he didn't dare to read them because he thought the price of books was high.

The old Taoist priest still shook his head.

Yan Yu felt a little strange in her heart, she had never seen such a strange person, this old Taoist priest didn't talk much, and he didn't look like he came to the bookstore to read, and for a while she felt that she didn't know how to deal with him, so she whispered and waited for a while, and immediately ran to the bookstore in small steps, and pulled Zhiqiu to bring him to the courtyard.

After all, this little Zhiqiu's kung fu is still quite powerful, although it looks a little stupid.

Zhiqiu was pulled into the courtyard with a puzzled face, and after seeing this white-clothed old Taoist priest, he felt that this person was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

After Yan Yu'an pulled Zhiqiu over, he said to the white-clothed old Taoist priest: "This person is a young man from our bookstore, he is very clever, old man, can you ask him something." Then she jumped into the bookstore.

It's really not what she's good at dealing with people.

Zhiqiu had been staring intently at the old Taoist priest in white, but the latter was calm and expressionless.

After a while, Zhiqiu shouted, patted his head, and said loudly, "Aren't you the old Taoist who is a liar who is often with Ji Zhengyi?"

The white-clothed old Taoist priest was stunned and asked embarrassedly, "Liar old Taoist priest?"

Zhiqiu seemed to realize that it was a bit rude for him to say this, so he immediately patted his head and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, it's all because that Ji Zhengyi told me that you were a liar before, so I followed his words, I saw you across the street before, but today you changed your clothes, I didn't find out, it's really rude." After saying that, he also hugged his fists to show his apologies.

The old Taoist priest in white was also a little puzzled in his heart, did he deliberately say Ji Zhengyi to make me feel embarrassed, it stands to reason that when we meet for the first time, how can I say bad things in front of me, this kid doesn't know if he is really stupid or fake stupid.

The old Taoist priest cleared his throat and said, "Liar... Of course, I can't talk about it, it's just that the kid used to be young and thought I was fooling... Ahem.. I'm here today to sell something. ”

Zhiqiu felt a little strange in his heart, there was no shortage of bookstores, what did this old Taoist priest want to sell, but what about him, he didn't have any money anyway, so if he wanted to buy it, he would call the eldest lady back to buy it. But he couldn't contain his curiosity and asked, "Oh, what are you selling?"

The old Taoist priest smiled slightly, turning the beads in his hand faster and faster, he didn't speak, but his eyes were staring at the beads in his hand.

Zhiqiu was slightly stunned when he saw the old Taoist priest's movements, and said with a look of surprise: "We are a bookstore and not a pawnshop, we don't collect beads, to tell the truth, it's really useless to collect it." ”

When the old Taoist priest heard this, he didn't respond, he took out a wooden stick from his arms, turned it over, and said to the young man in front of him: "Although I also think it is strange, but this morning I calculated a hexagram, and the hexagram indicates that this string of beads should belong to the place where there is a ginkgo tree in the west of the city. ”

Zhiqiu stretched out his right hand, and the old Taoist priest hesitated for a moment and handed him the wooden stick.

After Zhiqiu got the wooden stick, he didn't see anything about the wooden stick, he looked at the old Taoist priest blankly, and the latter smiled faintly.

"It's... It's nothing. Zhiqiu opened his mouth wide and said to the old Taoist.

The old Taoist priest's face was calm, and he lowered his voice and said: "Maybe you don't understand this, there are many mysteries here, if you can see the content of the wooden skewer casually, then why do you want us to tell fortunes? This wooden stick, you need an insider to understand it, of course you ordinary people can't understand it, you know?"

Zhiqiu's face was abrupt and nodded.

The old Taoist priest stretched out his hand and patted Zhiqiu's shoulder and said, "Yes, yes, that kid is on the road than Ji Zhengyi, so do you want to buy this bead?"

"Don't buy it. ”

"Looks like you still don't get it. ”

"Understood. ”

"Will you buy it if you understand?"

"Yes, I heard it, Ji Zhengyi is right, you are a liar. ”

The old Taoist priest's face turned red, and he said loudly: "Why do you say that I am a liar? My ability to tell fortunes is that the Heavenly Master of Chicheng Mountain said that he admires me a little!" he said as he waved his hand.

It's a pity that when an old liar meets a little liar, it's really not easy to coax.

Zhiqiu put his hands on his waist and looked at the old Taoist priest coldly.

Some time ago, there was an old man who said what Cao Poet, and today this old liar said Wang Tianshi, it's really such a coincidence, they all know these great immortals?

Is it true that Ouyang Zhiqiu is a fool?