When the little monk saw that Invite Xing didn't speak, he secretly wondered, didn't he guess it? If that was the case, he wanted to persuade her to dispel the idea. Staring at her back, the little monk's voice was slightly raised, "I'm not worth a few dollars." ”

Seeing him, the more he thought about it, the more outrageous it became, and he didn't say anything about it, and teased him with his heart, "It's naturally difficult to sell it for a good price, but it's worth dozens of taels." A few dozen taels of silver is said to be less or less, which is enough for me to change to a more expensive sword spike. ”

The little monk muttered in his heart: I am not as heavy as a sword spike to you?

It felt as if it had been stabbed in the heart with a blunt object.

He walked more slowly.

In the blink of an eye, the gap between the two of them became larger and larger, and Ying Xing deliberately slowed down his pace, urging him to go faster. The little monk didn't seem to hear it, still immersed in the worry that he might be sold, "Can you not sell me?" ”

Invite Xing: "What a stupid monk." ”

How do you believe it?

Is she like a man who lacks a sword spike?

Is she like a wicked person who trafficked people for a few dozen taels?

She urged him again, "Hurry up, if you grind and chirp again, I'll kiss you." ”

As soon as the words came out, it worked immediately.

He hurriedly trotted to follow.

Particularly obedient......

The night filled the light laughter of the inviting star, "Can you be more stupid?" I'm not poor and can't open the pot, how can I do that kind of peddling business. ”

When the little monk heard this, he was a little relieved.

Then.

Invite Xing opened his mouth again, "Besides, a short and thin monk like you doesn't have to give it away for nothing." ”

Not clever at all, sneering.

I don't have much strength to look at.

The four words short and thin gave the little monk a blow to the head.

He was anxious to argue.

But.

Awkwardly opened his mouth.

Don't know what to say.

Invite Xing: "Think about it, what will you do?" You can't understand what others say, and you're not empathetic at all. If you can't do kung fu, you really have a dispute with someone, and you can only be scolded, and you can't win a word. ”

Little Monk, "......"

Not only could he find the words to refute it.

I even think she's right.

Seeing that he wanted to speak and stopped, he wanted to say but didn't want to say, interrupted his cranky thoughts, and gave him a reassuring pill that was not very tasty, "So, don't think about it, I won't sell you." ”

He should have been happy.

Because she didn't want to sell him.

But.

Listen to her.

It seems that my heart is more blocked.

When the two of them arrived at the place, Invite Xing pushed open the outer door, passed through the courtyard and entered the room on the left, put the wine jar on the table, lit the candles, and the dim room suddenly lit up, she pointed to the stool opposite, "You sit there." ”

The little monk then sat down.

He looked surprised, "You didn't lock the door?" ”

The outer door attached to the wall opened as soon as it was pushed.

The door too.

Aren't you afraid of thieves coming in?

Invite Xing looked indifferent, "It's worthless, whoever likes to steal steals." ”

The little monk took a look around and found that there was really nothing to steal, and there was nothing on the table except candles and the wine jar that had just been moved. There is no calligraphy and painting decoration around it. There wasn't even a curtain in front of the bed. There is no incense burner.

can be called a family belongings.

There is only one set of cups.

A sword.

He looked at the sword: "This is your usual sword?" ”

Ying Xing shook his head, "The commonly used one is in the National Teacher's Mansion." This one was bought and hung up. ”

Her usual sword is from the sword.

Sharpen iron like clay.

Hair breakage.

This one was bought from a blacksmith.

It's cheap.

The little monk didn't understand swords, but remembered that she said that she loved two things the most, wine and swords, so she looked at them twice. Invite Xing poured a bowl of wine and pushed it to him, and poured a bowl for himself.

The little monk took a sip, and the taste was very unique.

It was the first time he had drunk plum wine.

Second drink.

He felt like he was about to become an alcoholic.

As soon as you touch it, you will be nostalgic for it.

Cannot help doing something.

Without her urging, he poured himself a bowl, and by the way, poured a bowl full of the bowl in front of Yingxing. He suddenly remembered that he didn't know her name yet, "dare to ask...... Girl, Fang's name? Learning to show the appearance of Xiucai, he asked awkwardly.

The star replied.

I'm afraid that he won't match the sound and the words.

She gestured on the table.

The little monk traced her name many times with his eyes, for fear that he would forget it. Invite Xing drank the wine in the bowl, "Don't go back to Ming'an Temple, come with me." Her voice was like a spring flowing through the uneven bluestone, thumping.