I immediately turned my hand and used the golden light spell, but I didn't expect the golden light to be scattered. Who the hell is this old man? That black gas can't be black finch smoke, right!? Why do the people of the Heavenly Master Sect use evil arts? It's so strange, and who is this old man? Is it really as simple as guarding the Scripture Pavilion?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but be cautious at the old man, but the old man held his head high and drank with the gourd, glanced at me while drinking, and then unhurriedly covered the gourd with a plug and threw it to me.

"Go get a drink for the old man!"

After I caught the gourd, I looked at him with jealousy: "Where is the wine?" ”

There is a cellar for the big tree in the backyard! The old man replied, then picked up the broom and continued to sweep the fallen leaves on the ground, as if he could not finish sweeping it in his life.

I slipped into the backyard, found under the tree, and saw a plank on the ground, and when I opened it, I saw that the cellar under the ground was full of jars.

I packed a gourd and rushed back to the old man, the old man looked drunk, and after taking the wine gourd, he didn't forget to remind me: continue to organize the books. You can't go back until you're done.

After saying that, he continued to drink, and the roasted chicken didn't even touch a bite, and I drooled when I saw it.

I swallowed my saliva, and the old man shook his finger at the roast chicken with a wine gourd: "Eat, reward you." ”

Then I held the whole chicken and nibbled unceremoniously, and after eating, I spent almost the whole day in the bookshelf.

When I was done, I walked out with black eyes and climbed over the wall to go back to my courtyard.

After returning to the courtyard, the old man's voice suddenly came from the side: "Other disciples will not come these days, and someone will send food to eat, but you had better come to the old man to eat and stay." ”

After listening to this, I weighed it in my heart, if I wanted to find out the origin of the old man, whether the black gas was black finch smoke or not, I could only observe him every day.

And the premise of observation! Just live together!!

Then I readily agreed: "Okay! Then I'll bother the old man. ”

In this way, I took a change of clothes in the courtyard, especially the robes, and I was almost tired of seeing them.

I took my clothes and climbed over the wall to go back, and I saw the old man sleeping on a chaise longue, sleeping very deeply.

As soon as I observed the old man, the old man closed his eyes and ordered me: "Go and tidy up the book." ”

When I heard this, I closed my mouth and walked into the house, and found that the books in the house were in a mess again.

After tidying up for a while and putting the bookshelves together, I fell asleep.

When I woke up the next day, I found a note on my body that said to continue to organize the book, and the meal was already in the kitchen.

I hurried out and found that the old man was not in the courtyard.

On the third day, I still got up to tidy up the bookshelves, and the bookshelves were messy all day long, and I didn't know who turned them over.

That same night, after I finished preparing, I hid by the bookshelf to see for myself who was messing through the bookshelf!?

At night, I yawned and fell asleep, and when I woke up, it was daytime.

The shelves were messy again, and a few of them were torn.

I looked at it all painfully, and I couldn't help but be annoyed, what kind of person is this, secretly rummaging through books while people are sleeping, and now even the books are torn.

But strange to say, from the first day, it was as if I hadn't seen the old man for a few days.

That night, I was going to stop sleeping and guard the bookshelf, I shouldn't have slept in the first place, but after yawning, by the time I reacted, it was already the fourth morning.

And I was still thrown in the backyard, and when I got back inside, the bookshelves had been overturned, and most of the books had been destroyed to pieces.

Now I'm completely confused, who the hell is so boring to do this? It can't be the old man!

Thinking of this, I went to look for the old man, but I couldn't find him in the end, but I saw the old man sleeping in the big tree in the side yard.

I frowned and shouted tentatively, "Uncle, why aren't you worried at all when the bookshelf is overturned!?" ”

The old man tilted his head sideways, glanced at me, and then turned over and jumped off the tree, and when he walked past me, he patted me on the shoulder and reminded: "No matter what happens, don't move, continue to sort out, as many books as you want." ”

"Even if the books are destroyed in the end, then you don't have to say anything, just pile up the broken books."

So saying, the old man climbed out of the wall at once, and without even leaving the door, he went out like this.

I don't know what he means? But the fruits of my hard work were ruined.

Anyone will feel distressed about this, and no matter what, they must not yawn again tonight.

If I'm not mistaken, when I yawn, someone might have mixed some kind of sleep medicine smoke in the air and made me inhale it, so I will be unconscious every time.

So that night, I stayed in the dark and pretended to sleep, and after waiting for a long time, the bookshelf did not move for the time being.

After my third watch, I couldn't help but yawn when I saw that the oil lamps in the room were almost finished, and the feeling of lethargy suddenly came to me.

While I was awake, I secretly pinched my thigh, and the pain suddenly made me sober up a lot.

Then I pretended to be asleep, lying on the ground with my eyes half-squinted, secretly checking the situation.

At first, no one came, but when the oil lamp was about to go out, a figure stretched by candlelight finally appeared outside the door.

The strange reflection of the figure on the bookshelf paused, and soon I saw a cloth shoe step in, and then the other person walked in completely.

Let me finally see that the other party is wearing a Taoist robe, and his head is full of gray hair, and he is steadily picking up a book and flipping through it, as if he is looking for something?

Just after flipping through it, the other party actually tore the book in half from the middle, and I immediately confirmed that the other party was the culprit a few days ago.

This method of tearing up the book is the same as the previous rotten book.

Then I ran out with a broom and slammed them on the head.

The other person immediately turned around and bumped into me, and I immediately recognized the other party.

couldn't help but exclaim: "Uncle, it turns out that you are the one who tore the book!" Why? Isn't this the Pavilion you are guarding? ”

When I asked me strangely, the old man stared at me with a gloomy face, took the broom grass from his head with one hand, and held a blue book in the other hand, but pinched it tighter and tighter until it was crumpled into a ball.

I couldn't help frowning and moved the broom, the other party thought I was going to attack him, the old man shot very fast, and soon I felt that my wrist was hit hard, and in an instant my whole arm was paralyzed and weak, and I was shocked.

Looking down at the book at his feet, he saw the candlelight stretching the shadow of the old man's feet on the ground.

But those feet are extremely petite, not like men's feet at all, and then I found a clue!

This old man is not a genuine product at all! It's fake!! What the hell is all this going on?