When the city of fire was still boiling with legends about Yang Zhen, a 'mysterious' boy, Yang Zhen blew his beard and glared at an old man.

Under the leadership of Lan Fangyue, Yang Zhen ascended to the Changyue Tower and came to a place similar to a meeting room, where Lan Fangyue would leave Yang Zhen alone.

This is a wooden house, which looks completely different from the magnificent and simple Changyue Tower, and the wooden house does not have the slightest sense of simplicity and grandeur, giving people a simple dress, and even a little simple.

At first, Yang Zhen could still wait quietly, and he was a little impatient to wait, it had been nearly a quarter of an hour since he came in, not to mention that Lan Fangyue had not appeared again, not even a ghost shadow.

Yang Zhen poured two cups of tea by himself, drank it fragrantly, and left it in the room.

Tea is good tea, but Yang Zhenpin can't come up with anything, the more he drinks, the more tasteless it is, so he simply put the box of tea in his arms and was about to go out, but before he went out, he was blocked by a bad old man.

The old man seemed to be running over, panting, almost hanging up, staring at Yang Zhen blowing his beard and glaring.

Yang Zhen had a strange face, and said with a straight face: "Is this the hospitality of Changyue Tower, let the guests wait here for a quarter of an hour, it seems that Changyue Tower doesn't seem to welcome me very much, goodbye!"

"Little thief!" the old man's eyes widened, standing at the door with his waist crossed, and a pair of almond eyes were round: "You don't know what to do, do you know how much the two cups of tea you drank just now are worth?"

"How much?" Yang Zhen glanced at the old man and secretly stuffed the tea cans in his arms.

This old man can't tell his age, although he looks like he is sixty or seventy years old, he can't see the slightest bit of old age, especially a big red nose with ruddy cheeks, and he is a comedian.

The spirit is the spirit, but Yang Zhen felt that this old man was a little chattering, the clothes on his body were tattered, and there were some messy smells, and the fragrance and smell were mixed together, which was simply wonderful.

Hearing Yang Zhen's question, the old man snorted and squinted at Yang Zhen without speaking.

Yang Zhen pursed his lips and reached out to push the old man: "Don't talk about pulling down!"

The old man's eyes widened, as if he didn't expect Yang Zhen to dare to make a move here, and he was pushed by Yang Zhen by surprise.

"En?" Yang Zhen looked at the old man in surprise, although he didn't use too much strength just now, for fear that he would accidentally push this strange old man apart, but no matter how strong an ordinary old man is, he shouldn't move at all.

The old man looked at Yang Zhen proudly: "The kid still has a little conscience, if you used a little more strength just now, you would be a dead man now." ”

Yang Zhen nodded and said, "Thank you seniors for not killing, goodbye." ”

"It's easy to say...... , are you really pushing?" the old man staggered under his feet, took two steps back, and looked at the old man with a confused face: "You're not afraid of hurting me, and the entire Changyue Tower will chase and kill you?"

"I believe you are a turtle, you bad old man is very weird, how can you get hurt?" Yang Zhen raised his leg and walked out.

The old man didn't stop him, the old god leaned against the door, and said gloatingly: "Little thief, the two cups of tea you just drank in your stomach can build another Changyue Tower in the Burning City, plus the jar in your arms, ten Changyue Towers are not enough." ”

Yang Zhen almost hit the door frame, and turned his head to glare at the old man: "You slander people, right?"

"What's the matter, anyway, the tea is in your arms now, just find someone to swish, you little thief!" The old man was very proud, and seemed to have eaten Yang Zhen.

"Ahh

Yang Zhen suddenly screamed, puffed on the ground and hugged his head and wailed: "Come on, Changyuelou is killing people, hey, feed me a headache, headache, I have to go to the hospital, I have to do a brain CT, I tell you that it's a bad old man, you are a bully with your strength, and you hit me and suffered serious internal injuries, in case I die, you are the sinner of Changyuelou." ”

The old man startled Yang Zhen by his strange scream, looked at Yang Zhen on the ground blankly, and said with a blank face: "How did you become a sinner?"

"Are you stupid?" Yang Zhen glanced at the old man: "Do you think, I am the guest of Changyue Tower, I took the task of Changyue Tower, and now I am dying in Changyue Tower, how do you let the monks of the world view this matter?"

"Such as ...... What do you think?"

"Why did Changyue Tower wail in the middle of the night? Why did the young monk suddenly die violently? Why did Widow Li's clothes be stolen frequently? Why did the eldest girl and little daughter-in-law in Agni City not go out at night, staring at Changyue Tower and weeping? What are these reasons, what do you think the thousands of monks in the world think?"

The old man opened his mouth, his hair stood up, and a trace of horror flashed in his eyes: "Boy, don't talk nonsense, what does Widow Li's clothes have to do with my Changyue Tower, and those big girls and little daughters-in-law, why don't you dare to go out and cry when you look at Changyue Tower, you, you, you...... Don't ruin my reputation as a long moon tower. ”

Yang Zhen lay on the ground and couldn't get up: "Anyway, if I have something that is long and short, such as missing a hair or breaking a cold hair, these problems will spread in the streets and alleys tomorrow, and I will also make up a familiar and catchy ballad to teach the children of Fire City to sing......"

"Shut up!" the old man glared: "You little bastard, shut up!"

"I don't!" Yang Zhen turned his head: "If you tell me to shut up, I'll shut up, then I'm not very faceless, when the time comes, everyone will say, 'Oh, Changyue Tower turned out to be such a Changyue Building, and there is a bad old man in Changyue Tower. ’......”

"Ahh

Yang Zhen smiled, stood up and patted the old man's shoulder and said: "Isn't it just a box of Wannian Spring, I will invite you to drink Biluochun when I go back, it is really not good Tieguanyin, the best hairy tip and fat sea, secretly tell you Oh, some tea leaves are rootless tea!"

The old man's eyes suddenly burst into a ball of fine light, and he pulled Yang Zhen and asked, "Your iron sea, fat Guanyin, is really a good tea?" Also, what kind of tea is rootless tea?"

Yang Zhen leaned into the old man's ear and said, "Rootless tea should be in the sky, and it is a tea tip collected by a beautiful immortal with the tip of his tongue." ”

"Hey, hey, hey......" The old man put his arm around Yang Zhen's shoulders and said, "I didn't expect Xiaoyou to still be a fellow believer." ”

"Hey, hey......" Yang Zhen winked at the old man: "The eldest brother is the one in temperament." ”

"Temperamental?" The old man was stunned for a moment, and was overjoyed: "I like you, you kid speaks comfortably, beautifully!"

"I don't like you, I just like delicate little girls. ”

The two sluts, one old and one young, laughed and looked at Lan Fangyue in the other room dumbfounded.

In the water curtain, Yang Zhen and the old man's deeds were all clearly presented in front of Lan Fangyue, who looked at the water curtain dumbfounded and muttered to herself:

"Isn't it to frustrate his temperament? Isn't it to teach this thief a lesson?

Listening to this, Lan Fangyue's face turned red, and she snorted: "Two shameless people!"