Li Yu took a step forward, pouted and said: "What's the matter?" Do you see that my Xiao Li has the appearance of a hero, and now I can't grasp it well, when the time comes, twenty years will pass in the blink of an eye, and my Xiao Li will become the kind of big ranger who raises his arms and shouts, and tens of millions of people go to him, what are you Murong Yu is afraid that it will be difficult to even see our Xiao Li, so now I have to come in this way, so that even if our Xiao Li has become that kind of ranger, I have to willingly bow my head and call you a master! Yes or no?"

Before Murong Yu could reply, Xiao Li Yu turned his head again, looked at Li Mo and said, "Lao Li, don't worry, we Xiao Li don't want to be a ranger, it's boring to be a wanderer all day long."

Then he patted his chest and said: "Don't worry, let's x Xiao Li is waiting for you now Lao Li is too old, and then the second shopkeeper becomes a shopkeeper, and then you must know what is the difference between a shopkeeper and a second shopkeeper, Xiao Li is not stupid, when the time comes, let alone a shopkeeper, I am afraid that the name of the two shopkeepers will not be there." ”

Li Mo said lightly: "I don't see it, your second shopkeeper is not small-minded, and he is bold enough, even Lao Li began to think about my Lao Li's position as the big shopkeeper before he died? Lao Li has a tough body, and it is no problem to live another one or two decades." ”

Li Yu looked down and thought about it very seriously, and said, "This is a problem, you can't curse your old Li to die early." ”

So above the head is a solid chestnut, this time it is not the familiar thunder and rain, but the kind of thunder that is one of the few and rains.

Li Yu is really painful, very painful, so his eyes are hazy, and Li Yu, who is still a child in the end, finally couldn't hold back crying.

Li Yu knew that Lao Li beat him, not because of his words, and the reason why Li Mo would shoot and hit Li Yu's head was also not because of those words.

Both of them are ghost elf Menqing, one is about to face it, but the other is unwilling to face it, so the one who is planning to face it will help Xiao Li Yu who doesn't want to face it.

Li Mo turned to look at Murong Yu, with a serious face that he had never seen before, and asked in a calm voice: "Follow you?" The new emperor of the Zhu family doesn't plan to let you go, but I'm afraid that Li Yu's life will be even more difficult, and if you are not careful, your head will fall to the ground, if you are really a Huangkui barbarian, hum, although I, Li Mo, have nothing to do in my life, I don't want to be buried in the ancestral grave of the Li family after death, and I don't want to see my ancestors. ”

Murong Yu shook his head, neither an excuse nor an expression, Murong Yu, who had not intended to reveal too much, suddenly changed his mind.

looked up at the sky, and turned to face Li Mo, "Do you know that this day is actually smaller than you think, so small that there is a bigger sky outside that envelops this sky, so small that this world is just the size of gravel." ”

Li Mo suddenly stared, every time he came to Jiuxianlou to eat, the new and old customers would eventually ridicule the old shopkeeper, what a big last, what exiled Jiuxian, the literary world, if there is such a character to come to this small Jiuxianlou to eat wine, the local county chronicles, city chronicles are not as a matter of no big deal to render over, open a unique chapter, and record in detail?

Not to mention that the stubborn drinker who really has a temper takes the trouble to read the classics in the pile of piles of ashes and eats a lot of city chronicles, but the ashes on the classics have been turned over, and they have not found anything about the three characters of the wine fairy building, so later, the old shopkeeper said that the old shopkeeper did not believe others.

But only the old shopkeeper knows that he is not only true to what he says, but there are many things that he doesn't dare to say, and he is rotten in his stomach.

At most, it was regarded as a surprise and wonder, and it was told to Xiao Li Yu, which made Li Yu have a lot of hope in his heart.

The true pen and ink of the down-and-out literary bull who is good at writing poetry after drinking was placed by him Li Mo in a corner that is not very eye-catching, but it is the most unnoticeable.

A piece of the cheapest, the kind of rough rice paper that can be bought for one or two pennies, but it has not rotted or rotted for five or six hundred years, and there has been no mosquito bite at all.

It's a very intriguing affair in itself.

And the drunk "big man" was not stingy with words at all, but he said these words that the old shopkeeper of the Li family at that time could not understand.

At that time, the old shopkeeper was also a wonderful person, and the SLR was the "big man" he identified and saw, and he would always recall his words and words carefully afterwards.

It is said that the shopkeeper who had suffered a big loss, originally from a famous and five-story restaurant in the central block of Guanzhong Fugui City, and then fled to this side like a lost dog, and opened an obscure small restaurant.

Say less, remember more, read more.

It's just that the old shopkeeper of the ancestors of the Li family at that time was afraid that his hands were trembling, and he relied on his memory to write down the drunken words of the drunken "big man" on the yellowed booklet that he had written half of it.

Because those words are not much more normal than those strange things that are rumored in the streets.

What is the heaven and the earth, moving the mountain with bare hands, stepping on the ground, and what's more, the sword comes out and the sky and the earth change color, the fist comes out and the waterfall and stream is poured back, and at that time, the old shopkeeper of the ancestors of the Li family recognized that traveling thousands of miles a day is a rare good horse, and taking the head of the enemy general as a good general among the ten thousand armies, it is completely trivial, and it is completely unusual.

A few words made the shopkeeper of the Li family at that time in a fog.

As for the yellowed pamphlet, Li Mo also had one in his hand, which was given to him by Li Mo's Laozi after hesitating for a moment or two before he died.

But it's not the original, it has long since disappeared in the vast river of history, and it is not as durable as the pen, ink and paper left by the "big man" himself.

It is a transcript that has been copied several times.

These things, but he Li Mo didn't have the plan to be like his father who died early, as if it had been passed on several times before it was passed into his hands, but he thought about it when he was young, but no one believed it when he said too much, and after seeing too many strange eyes that saw people.

Li Mo made up his mind that the secrets of his Li family that had been inherited for many generations should also end with him Li Mo.

Only he, Li Mo, knows from his personal experience what he has to bear.

He didn't want Xiao Li to be like him.