The old crook walked around, looking panicked. Maybe there was some shadow in his heart, for fear of being expelled from the division, and when he heard the god stick say that the samurai who used snow to save people that day, the old liar was very worried that it was a disciple sent by the senior brother.

Shen Stick was very thoughtful and persuaded: "Master, my uncle won't know, you think, your and my names are fake, and even your identities are made up, even if your apprentice finds out something strange, he won't suspect you." ”

"That's right, it's still a visionary child, you see that the teacher is panicking again, it shouldn't be, it shouldn't be." The old liar sat down at the table with a relieved heart, and perhaps a little thirsty, so he took up a jar of wine and drank it.

But the question of the god stick was still not over, and he only heard him ask curiously: "Master, the apprentice still has something to understand, and he forgot that the master explained the truth." ”

The old crook drank and nodded, making a 'uh-huh' sound.

"I don't understand why the whistle in Master's wooden box can't be blown out, but it can summon carrier pigeons to come to Hou's Mansion?"

The old liar put down the wine jar in his hand and said to the magic stick: "Actually, this whistle is ancestral, it was passed down to your master by your master, and your master passed it on to your master, and this will be yours in the future. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he only heard the sound of tiles on the room, and a black shadow quickly jumped down, and he landed silently, which was actually a master.

"Master, I'm Yan Nantian, quickly open the door." The dark shadow outside the door whispered anxiously.

"Come, go. Open the door and go. The old liar said proudly to the stick.

Although the god stick looked a little surprised, he was also accustomed to the mysterious style of the old liar, so he also chased the old liar to the door. Three steps and two steps to the door, the door was pushed open with a squeak, the black shadow outside the door looked around and slipped in, the speed was so fast that people could use the word "flash" to describe it, in the blink of an eye, Yan Nantian sat down at the table, picked up the magic stick and drank the remaining wine jar and poured it down, only to hear the sound of "coo, coo, coo". It really opened the eyes of the god stick.

The old liar walked outside the door and turned around, and after making sure that no one was passing by, he closed the door gently, and was about to turn his head to look at Yan Nantian. But I saw the god stick standing there in a daze, and the old liar was about to say something, but he was also stunned.

"This? Yannan, when did you bring a helper in? I didn't notice it just now. The old liar looked at the smiling helper beside Yan Nantian. Strange asked.

At this time, Yan Nantian was still drinking wine 'coo-dong, coo-dong'. Yan Nantian, who was still unsatisfied, opened another jar of water and wine and drank it.

This Yan Nantian often walks in the rivers and lakes, in addition to doing some robbery of official silver, blocking the road and robbing the like, then the number of drinks can be ranked in the top few, on weekdays, people say "a thousand cups are not drunk in the south of the sky." This title describes the amount of alcohol that Yan Nantian has, and it is conceivable that these two jars of wine are in the stomach, and they are nothing at all. Yes, to be precise, a jar and a half of wine in the stomach. That's even more nothing, who let the god stick drink half of the altar just now.

On the other side, the so-called helper of the old liar was holding a teapot and pouring tea cup by piece, looking very leisurely, in stark contrast to Yan Nantian, who was addicted to alcohol on the side.

A jar of wine was quickly drunk, put down the jar and wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth, Yan Nantian burped and said, "What helper, where is the helper?" ”

After Yan Nantian finished speaking, he yawned, looking very tired, only to hear the old liar helplessly shake his head and walk to the box, take out a small bag of things wrapped in paper from it and walk over and hand it to Yan Nantian.

"It's still Master who understands me." Yan Nantian said with a hippie smile, and yawned several times in a row after finishing speaking, I really didn't know that he hadn't slept for a few days and nights, and he was so tired.

"How many times have I told you, you can't drink too much wine, you can't drink too much, who will do my errand if you are going to get drunk, I still expect you to take something out tonight, you think I invited you to drink." The old liar chattered a little angrily, and seeing that the old liar was angry, the frightened Yan Nantian quickly put away his smile, sat there without saying a word, and opened a small package of things wrapped in paper.

Hey, what is this, it looks like flour, but it has a pungent fragrance. It turns out that this is the legendary Hibiscus, also known as the big smoke noodles, which come from the immature poppy branches, and it is no wonder that this pungent smell is emitted.

Seeing this, everyone should understand, that day the old liar didn't sue the god stick that Yan Nantian had a weakness in his hands, this weakness is the old liar's carefully arranged smoking addiction, this is not an ordinary smoking addiction, how many people who smoke opium can quit, it seems that the old liar is planning to accuse this legendary thief for a lifetime, this stupid Yan Nantian also called the master long and the master short, it is really a typical type of being sold and helping people to count money.

At this time, everyone seems to have forgotten the helper who sat on the stool and drank tea, what kind of helper is this, is this clearly Wuqu Xingjun? Clear-eyed people can recognize it at a glance, this is not still wearing official uniforms, this group of people is really blind, they actually think they are helpers, how can any helpers come out in official uniforms in the middle of the night.

After smoking the powder, Yan Nantian closed his eyes very happily, and let out a sigh of fantasy about the pleasure that opium brought him, it felt like a fluttering fairy, and it was like a spring breeze, how could he use the word 'comfortable' to describe the mood of taking drugs, it was simply refreshing.

The god stick seemed to be stunned, maybe he didn't understand what was in the small packet of paper now, and he didn't understand why Yan Nantian, who was still yawning just now and looking tired, had become so energetic at this time, and this string of questions seemed to be all blamed on the small packet, which made people feel more and more strange the more they looked at it.

After the drug addiction, Yan Nantian returned to normal, and he looked at Wuqu Xingjun, who was leisurely drinking tea on the side, and asked very curiously: "Hey, boy, who are you?" Why do you sit at the same table with Ben Daxia? ”

"Boy? Don't you see the beard of this immortal? It is estimated that the eighteenth generation of your grandfather's grandfather's grandfather's ancestors will call themselves milky and undried children when they come to this immortal, what are you? Wuqu Xingjun said very disdainfully, and continued to pour a cup of tea and drink it as he spoke.

Hearing that the person sitting opposite was so rampant, how could this rumored thief stop there, I saw that he picked up a wine jar without saying a word and smashed it towards Wuqu Xingjun, but it was very strange that the wine jar smashed to the ground and shattered, but Wuqu Xingjun was still sitting there drinking tea, as if it was not him who was smashed. (To be continued......)

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