The young man's voice became louder and louder, and the momentum of one sentence was stronger than another, and in the end, the two sentences of "where the Tao exists, what the teacher exists" exploded in the audience like a thunderous bell, as if the monarch with the constitution of heaven in his mouth was issuing a code, and no one could question it in the slightest.

There was a buzzing in his ears, like a real coercion, and somehow the big man on the street corner scrambled back two steps as if he had seen some great terror.

Then he came back to his senses and looked up, his eyes shining with a fierce light.

The sturdy body took a step forward, the sword light shone like a galaxy, on the back of the knife, the silver ring sounded, and he was about to slash at the young man on the road, but the hand that pressed the knife was suddenly lightly resisted by a fat palm, and the strong man was furious, and turned his head to look, but it was the previous President Huang who stood behind him at some point.

It was the big man who had licked the blood from the knife for many years, and he also knew that the person surnamed Huang on this street could not be messed with, so he let go of the hand holding the knife with hatred, and the squirming green tendons on the big man's hand, along with the tyrannical anger that had just risen, disappeared somewhere in the body.

Disappearing with it were the whispers of ill-intentioned people.

After saying his words, Mo Fan no longer cared about the people who were in turmoil in the field, and he didn't even care about the killing intent in front of him, waved his hands, put away the paper and pen on the table without seeing how to move, turned around and walked to the door of an empty shop, neatly framed the ink "The Story of Yueyang Tower", and said loudly:

"The small store opened today, small profits but quick turnover, buy it or not, don't miss it, don't miss it when you pass by, the last time it was better than regretting it for a lifetime!"

After saying that, his hand was like a knife, and the ink-colored robe danced slightly, and he saw that there were three more big characters on the originally blank wordless plaque:

Yue-Yang-Lou!

The people on the side of the road saw the strange name of this shop, some were deeply surprised, and some had fine eyes, but most of them still smiled disdainfully, and continued to watch on the road, until after a while, there was really no drama to see, and then they shook their heads and smacked the taste and returned to their own study.

This is a big era when someone makes trouble and dares to watch the excitement, and once there is no sight, passers-by will gradually disappear.

Huang Qingfeng, who had just been angry with the audience, and the middle-aged thin man who was unfortunately killed as an example of the monkey, did not know when they disappeared.

Seeing the scattered visitors on the street, almost no one stopped to watch, Mo Fan pursed his lips, took out a wooden box from the sleeve of his robe, and casually beckoned the little guy to bring the ladder, and did not use his hands, only climbed leisurely with his feet, after reaching the top floor, he opened the wooden box with his left hand, and turned it over with his right hand, and the miniature lintel embedded with twelve door stalls flashed in the sun, and was quietly placed behind the plaque by the young man.

Under the morning light, the sleeper plaque engraved with "Yueyang Tower" shines brightly. Looking down along the plaque, the tall pillars on the left and right sides stand facing the street, each engraved with the couplet of "Red Mansion":

The world is full of knowledge, and the practice of human feelings is the article.

The two inner door hairpins near the gate are all jet black, and when you look closer, you can see two rows of small gold characters engraved on it.

Left engraved: Guqin Baiqu bullet clearing, right engraved: name post double hook extension hard yellow. All of them are carved in a small seal font that has long been unpopular on the mainland, looking at this appearance, I am afraid that I will be inadvertently seen by people with careful hearts and sharp eyes, and it is difficult to recognize what is engraved here.

After doing all this, Mo Fan walked to the door of the study, looked at the fierce strong man who was still standing under his elm money tree and had not left, a pair of small hands habitually behind him, a thin figure stood leisurely, obviously a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, but his little face always had a playful look that was rare at this age, looked at the big man, smiled and said, "Do you know what I'm doing?"

The big man grinned, but he didn't laugh, and the two rows of fine teeth reflected the cold light that penetrated through the morning sun, and the fierce appearance of the night cry made it even more terrifying. He took out a red cloth from his bosom and sparsely wrapped it around the silver-ringed broadsword around his waist, as if he was doing a long-ago ritual, behind his piety was an unconcealed killing intent, after doing this, he looked up at Mo Fan directly, and said:

"What you do is your business, and in the same way, you can't control what Lao Tzu wants to do. What do you say?"

Picking out his ears and flicking them lightly, the young man obviously did not have the slightest interest in answering the question, but according to the rules of being a shopkeeper, he decided not to let go of any potential customers, and persuaded him with kind words:

"Huang Qingfeng's warning is not taken seriously by you?"

It's just that this so-called 'good words' are really insulting to others.

"The truth of Chang'an Street is no bigger than life and death outside the street. Hearing Mo Fan say this, Dahan replied seriously at a rare sight, it seems that there are also things that must be feared by people like him who crawl out and crawl in the pile of dead people every day.

"There is still a city law out of the street, there is still a city law without the city law, and there is still a ...... if there is no national law" Speaking of this, Mo Fan suddenly stopped, laughed, and said, "But seeing that you admit death so much, I will tell you, if you want to go out of the city in the early autumn of this year, you can go to the east gate to wait, you don't have to keep the pestle at the door of the small shop, I think the gluttony is still secondary, if it affects the consumption of guests in the store, don't blame me for trying to disrupt the economic order of your country!"

"The monkey's teeth are sharp, and when you go out of the city, Lao Tzu will definitely give you more opportunities to vent. ”

After saying this, Dahan didn't stop, turned around and left.

"There is still half a year before the early autumn, I used this news to buy you as my bodyguard for half a year, do you do it?" The big man who was about to walk into the alley and disappear suddenly heard the immature voice of a young man in his ears.

"You... It's too long?!"

The majestic figure froze for a moment, then stopped, lowering his voice as he usually did in a deep rage.

"Since you heard the news, the bodyguards can't do it, unless you keep a pair of ears, I can still sell them as pig ears, calculate the price, and it is worth the saliva that evaporates when I talk to you. ”

Listening to the young man's nonchalant tone, the big man's heart moved slightly, rubbing the red cloth tied to the knife, silently walked back to the plaque, looked at the young man who seemed to have some support and no timidity, and figured out something in an instant, and regained his calm:

"Lao Tzu listens to you, I always feel that there are pockets all over my body that can't get out, think about it, it's because you, this little ghost, have decided when someone will buy you on the road. But I also opened up and said that it is true that our reputation is the first in this industry, but the more this kind of business requires credibility, the more the most discredited people are doing it, and you can't take this point?"

"If I'm not sure, I'll still stand here and chat with you and fart? I've already called twenty little guys in my store to come out and kill you with a cane! But when the time comes, I have to clean the water and sweep the streets, and I have to buy off the government, I think it's really troublesome, it's better to give you a legitimate identity to monitor the store, so that no one will cause more trouble, do you think it's okay." ”

Mo Fan didn't have a proper shape, and he was playing with the big man with a hippie smile.

Seeing that the two of them were arguing, it seemed that they were about to make a move, and a tall and thin black shadow flashed out of the frost front alley at the east corner of Chang'an Street, which was the middle-aged man who had shrunk aside and stopped speaking since he saw Huang Qingfeng appear.

At this time, he saw that the Fu Seal genius he was optimistic about in every way seemed to be about to 'show his talent and meet the soldiers, and he couldn't explain it reasonably', so he hurriedly appeared and walked to a place just over a meter in front of Mo Fan to stop, and the position was intentionally or unintentionally, separating the young man from the strong man.

Standing still, he arched his hand at the young man, glanced at the big man behind him who was two meters tall and the waist of the tiger-backed bear, and said with a gentle smile: "Mo Da is in charge of the treasurer and cautious, this person is just a martial artist of Dangshan Mountain, and he will only do some work to fight and kill demon beasts on weekdays, such a crude goods, how can it be ignored by our businessmen, and if he dares to mess around on this street, he will have a master who will supervise the sky, and the big knife will not hit our body..."

"Oh, by the way, I haven't introduced myself yet, the name of the contemptible person is white, the words are in line, and it is also a mouthful of people on this street, who makes a living by selling some Fu Seal on weekdays, and gets everyone's appreciation, and gives a title called 'Chang'an rice is expensive, not expensive to Baijia paper', and I feel deeply loved, so I will take the 'An paper' as the number from the people's words, if I don't dislike it, I can also call me 'An paper brother', the shop is opposite Boss Huang's Qingfeng Zhai, and the back is in the Xiafu house. ”

Saying that, Bai Xingxiang pointed to a Xuanang shop on the west side of the street with his hand, and said: "Today, I see that the big shopkeeper has written and written in its own way, which is not like the method of enlightenment of the national seal, why don't you go to discuss it together, and it is better than bargaining with the martial arts?"

"Hmm...... It's too polite to call me the shopkeeper of Moda," retracting the gaze placed on his bodyguard, when Mo Fan turned his head to look at Bai Xingxiang, a smile appeared on his face, "Brother Venerable is old, and he is ranked among the four famous Bai family of 'Chang'an Migui, Huang Cao Bai Wei', it is too painful to call the kid the big shopkeeper or something, so let's quickly change the title." ”

Hearing Mo Fan's tone so polite, Bai Xingxiang's heart suddenly settled down, knowing that the young man didn't care about his reluctance, after all, Huang Qingfeng was famous, and he could be called a famous talisman in the entire Qi country, the ancients Shangyun 'The big husband can bend and stretch', and it is not shameful for him to avoid the edge temporarily, and this young man can say a few words of 'innate worries', and his mind must be broad, and then he only needs to serve tea with him in the flower hall, so that he can chat about the future of Fu Seal.

The heart was settled, the tone relaxed, and in the face of Mo Fan, he smiled, Bai Anzhi raised his head and waved his hand: "The four big families, but the people of good things are bored and discharged, Yu Shixi is among them, and I feel ashamed of being in front of Wei, ashamed of being behind Cao, the water in it is really like a sponge in the lake, you can squeeze as much as you want, but although the foolish brother is not talented, thanks to the ink shopkeeper, he can afford it, and he dares to call you a 'little boss' by virtue of his age, and he will ...... in the future."

The rise of Bai Xingxiang's talk, and he was about to go down to carefully describe the great future of the two, but was abruptly interrupted by the rude words of the subject of his depiction.

"Get out. You'd better get me back to the big shopkeeper. Mo Fan jumped three feet high and shouted, "The little boss is too fishy!"