The chief steward slowly stretched out his right hand, and then slowly showed his thumb, which had a circle of white on it, which was exclusive to the finger mark, which can be said to be very obvious.

The old man had a good eye, so he naturally saw this and was a little surprised. The chief steward smiled, and without saying much, put the wrench directly into his fingers, like a sword in its sheath, and the wrenches fit unusually well to the fingers. The chief steward turned his finger around again, and pointed the dragon claw in the ring to the palm of his hand.

"Steward, what's going on?" asked the old fellow, surprised.

"If you know, you don't have to ask about some things, it's not good if you know, and it's a blessing not to know. The chief steward warned the old fellow.

When the fat hand took the ledger in front of him, he began to open the ledger, and soon found a line of words. "Mortgage two thousand taels with Qingtian Moyu wrench, a few drinks and dishes, one thousand one hundred and eighty-one taels, and find the remaining eight hundred and nineteen taels. There were blood-red finger prints on it, from the woman's hand.

"I only mortgaged two thousand taels. The chief steward glanced at the old fellow, and thought that there was a lot of credit for his work. The old man lowered his head and didn't speak, this kind of business that is beneficial to Jinyi Lou is more or less unfavorable to the guests, otherwise what kind of business will this business do.

"It's fine, that's fine. The chief steward nodded, and there was no surprise or anger in what he said, but a faint relief.

Could it be that the messy account of the housekeeper's family can be solved for two thousand taels? The old guy is not easy to talk to, so he saves more and more mistakes. It doesn't prevent him from guessing a lot in his heart.

"I took the wrench today. I won't let you suffer any loss, except for the fifty taels of silver you deserve in this transaction, and you will deduct another two hundred taels from my account, and you should keep this secret for me. What do you think?" said the archsteward.

What else can it be, the official is oppressive, and the power is even more oppressive. The old man only bowed his head and said politely: "The little one has no merit, how dare he take it." Coupled with the fact that I haven't done anything and doesn't know anything, the big steward should not be polite. ”

The chief steward has never been polite to his subordinates, but he is very satisfied to see that this job is so sensible.

"It's good, I didn't do anything, I don't know anything, it's just good. You take what you deserve. These two hundred taels of silver are neither too much nor too little, but it is worth buying such a secret. You are very smart. In the future, if you are seeing this Qingtian Moyu wrench again, you will have to press it down for me. The chief steward waved his hand and said.

There is something in these words. It is worth two hundred taels of silver to buy a secret, but this secret is worth more than two hundred taels of silver. Beads of sweat were faintly coming out of the old man's head. The steward praised him for his cleverness, so he had to be smart enough to keep his position and his life. As for what kind of character the little fairy is in the chief steward, and what does it have to do with the chief steward? The old man didn't dare to think about it anymore, and although it wasn't a bad thing to speculate wildly, once he said it one day and was spread out, then his life might not be his own. The old man only muttered in his heart, the big steward is really blessed. Then he completely suppressed this secret in the depths of his heart.

The chief steward left the place with his hands in hand, his face still amiable, nodding and smiling with the guests from time to time.

When the chief steward left, the old man crossed the account, and the big line was changed to, and the chief steward recognized two thousand two hundred and fifty taels. The money he deserves, the old man will naturally not give up. This account shows the heart of the chief steward, and all the more shows the attitude of the old man towards this matter, and he is willing to keep the secret with the silver, and he is not afraid that sooner or later this account will let the chief steward have his purpose. And it is conceivable that the chief steward will be very satisfied.

The depression in the heart of the chief steward could not be alleviated, what kind of blessing did this come from, the woman in the dark green clothes was neither his concubine, nor his daughter or illegitimate daughter. But he couldn't tell anyone, and what was even more frustrating was that even he didn't know who the woman was. Could it be the landlord's thing? The chief steward shook his head, and this kind of thing was not something he could guess at will. He did not hesitate to threaten this old man, but he also had unspeakable bitterness in his heart. The chief steward Yu Gaolou looked at the direction where the beautiful woman who called herself a little fairy went, and prayed in his heart, don't touch this little ancestor next time.

The small note he was clutching in his hand gradually became wet, and the signature on the note was only three words, little fairy. However, the word fairy has been altered in front, and the chief steward can faintly see that it is a "hemp" word, and the little fairy has drawn a few strokes, making the word a ball of black ink lines. Could it be called a little trouble or a little hemp girl?

In this way, it's clear that it's a little witch. The chief steward sighed.

The underworld, through the yin and the secluded. Yin can be interpreted as the nine springs of the underworld, the secluded, the secret that cannot be seen by people. There is a record in the Chronicles of Heaven and Earth: "Time, the world is turbid, and it is reckless." Summoned Xuanwu Ben belongs to this place, its shape is a turtle and snake platform shape, wandering in the nine places of the north secluded, and controlling all living beings. Born in the halo tide, long in the light tide, prosperous in the world. Therefore, it can be ordered to the north of the underworld. The North Hell was able to become a sea, and the sky was no longer full of black smoke and miasma everywhere. However, Xuanwu isolates the way through the secluded, so the North Stygian Sea is a stagnant water, which cannot be used for the benefit of the world and flows eastward. ”

This is the impression of the North Stygian Sea to people in the world. Therefore, the ten states in the world are named, distributed all over the country, and there is no state in the north alone, and some people speculate that it is actually the land of no state, not to mention how prosperous the population is, and a little luck. In the Northern Netherlands, the population is even more sparse.

It's sparsely populated, but it's not without people.

On the top of a cliff, there is an old Taoist priest who does not know the age of fishing, he sits on the ground, let the Taoist robe fall to the ground, and he is really with the dust. The rod in his hand was thin and long, sticking out of the cliff no more than a foot away, and at the end of the rod was tied a silk thread that was imperceptible to the naked eye, dark in color. Even if the weather is sunny and nice, people may not be able to see it clearly. If you really compare it carefully, the color of the silk thread is probably the same as the earth color of the cliff, all inky black.

The old Taoist priest who didn't know how old he was was robed in black and white all his life, and in such an environment, it seemed very harmonious and unified. If it weren't for the golden sun and the red sunset, I am afraid it would be more like living in an ink painting, not like a scene that can be seen in the world.

On the cliff, that weird old Taoist priest can go all day or even a whole month, all year without saying a word or moving. But Xi Shouzhen, who is also a monk, has no way to do it. He had really never seen how the old Taoist priest foraged for food. For Xi Shouzhen, this is absolutely impossible. People are iron, rice is steel, if you don't eat a meal, you are hungry and panicked, or you can say that people have cultivated deeper. Seeing the strange old Taoist being exposed to the wind and rain, Xi Shouzhen, who has a nosy heart, is a little unbearable, and the cultivation is not like this, he also built a small wooden shed for the old Taoist, and even he will pick some wild fruits by himself and throw them in front of the strange old Taoist. In his own words, it's not worth a few dollars anyway. Being kind to others is also a practice. The strange old Taoist priest did not eat oil and salt, and let the fruit rot.

Xi Shouzhen is such a warm-hearted Taoist priest, but his cultivation over the years can be regarded as not having made the slightest progress, unlike the obvious shackles encountered by ordinary martial artists in martial arts, which can be broken with force.

Xi Shouzhen could also clearly feel that there was a huge invisible wall in front of him, but he could only do nothing. Fortunately, Xi Shouzhen knew that he was looking down on all this, and a few years ago, he went to Nanling, accepted a disciple with excellent qualifications, and lived a life as a teacher.

Xi Shouzhen was already standing on the cliff at this moment, thinking of what his disciple said, don't say it, standing high and indeed looking farther, he soon found his apprentice figure in the waves, and the kid was riding a whale again.

Only in the vast Dead Sea, the waves are not big, and a large white whale appears. The beluga whale was white from top to bottom, standing out in the blue ocean. Above the beluga whale, only a small black dot can be faintly seen. If you can take a closer look, you will find that it is a teenager standing on a whale. This is a very courageous teenager, needless to say. The young man was sturdy, with a disheveled headband, and a black silk hairband tied around his forehead, and he was naked. The lower half of the body is a pair of soaked black pants, and there are no shoes under the feet, and the feet are barefoot. From time to time, he grabbed the cartilage on the whale's back and looked into the distance. From time to time, he let go of his voice and sang on the sea, but what kind of ballad he sang, the old Taoist priest Xi couldn't understand it, in the words of the white whale, this was taught to him by the underwater creatures.

The boy jumped into the sea and found a fish half a man's length, which was one of the few pleasures he had here.

Daoist Xi was half-squatting like this, looking at the disciples who seemed to have infinite vitality all over his body, and muttered a lot of words in his mouth.

"Uh-huh. Such an apprentice is good, he can not only go to the sea to kill fish to honor his master, but also be able to cultivate the avenue, but unfortunately this mind is really a pure heart, without any flaws. It will still take some time before it is fully enlightened. Whether it is heaven and man helping each other or needing another opportunity, the old Taoist priest is not sure. ”

"A few days ago, this little apprentice finally subdued the great white whale that was making waves in the sea. That's what really got the name. Moby Dick, beluga whale is a good name. During the day, you can make waves at sea, and at night you can rest at the bottom of the sea. It has a long lifespan and can live for hundreds of years. It's not like an old-fashioned nickname······"

Thinking of his alias, Old Daoist Xi raised his eyebrows and hurriedly rushed his thoughts to other places.

"Alas, it's a pity that the old Taoist's most proud exercises have not been exhausted, otherwise it would be a good thing to pass on to this beluga whale. Lao Tao has been practicing at this place in the Dead Sea for 60 years. Where does this come from, the changing scenery of spring, summer, autumn and winter in the world? It is nothing more than the cool and warm sea water. In this sky, the clouds come to Shu Shu and the roll is Shu Shu. I just don't know how many changes there are in this outside world?"

"Why does the old Taoist call the old Taoist? This is full of Tao, so where should the Tao go here and here?

Where is the artifact I saw so many years ago, and will I ever see it again?"

These words were completely the words of the old Taoist priest, Xi Shouzhen sighed again and again, regardless of whether the other old Taoist priest next to him listened to it or not, whether he understood it or not, if the old Taoist priest could open his mouth happily. He wondered what was the point of being heard a little secret? I can find a long-term partner. It's a pity that the old Taoist didn't say anything, he didn't move at all, the wind blew his face and his hair was messy, and the old Taoist's hair was scattered, but he was able to stay still.

Storms and thunders, the old way is as solid as a rock, unaffected by anything.

Could this be the true cultivator?