"Buckle buckle."

The door was opened, and Steward Ma looked at the old man in front of him quite suspiciously: "Old man, who are you looking for?"

"Oh, I'm looking for your eldest lady's master." The old man squinted slightly, if Wubai was here, he would definitely know that this old man was the rogue fortune teller.

"Old sir, I'm really sorry, there are rules in our house, for the safety of the young ladies, we can't put everyone in, besides, our eldest lady has been busy cultivating recently, and Master Wubai has to guide by his side. Can you wait for me to report it? ”

The old man smiled and shook his head: "The old man didn't have the heart to see Master Wubai, so be it," he took out a letter from his arms, "I beg you to hand over this letter to the eldest lady's master for me."

Steward Ma respectfully accepted the letter from the old man's hand: "Okay, don't worry."

...

Qiushui walked with blank eyes and bumped into Steward Ma head-on.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She hurriedly helped the horse steward up, "I'm sorry, I've been thinking about things and haven't paid attention..."

"It's okay, it's okay," Steward Ma waved his hand indifferently, "You can go about it." ”

After Qiushui repeatedly confirmed that Steward Ma was fine, he turned around and wanted to leave, but Steward Ma seemed to suddenly remember something, and then took out the letter from his arms: "Miss Qiushui, wait a minute." You handed over this letter to Master Wubai, and just now an old man came to the door, dressed a little sloppily, but he could vaguely see that he was a Taoist. ”

"Daoist?" Qiushui asked suspiciously, and then took the letter in Steward Ma's hand: "Thank you, Steward Ma, I remember."

"Oh yes, the master is very pleased to hear that the eldest lady is so keen on cultivation, and I ask you to take good care of the eldest lady, and don't let the eldest lady have an accident."

Qiushui lowered his head, answered in a low voice, and then retired.

Clenched his fists in vain, what is the way, what is the way!

"Buckle button, no white master, it's me, Qiushui."

Wu Bai lost his expression, and then opened the door: "What's the matter?"

Qiushui took out the letter: "The slave maid just went out and met the horse steward, ask the slave maid to hand over this letter to you."

"Whose letter is it, have you ever asked?"

"Steward Ma said that he seems to be an old and sloppy Taoist."

Wubai nodded: "I know, you go first, remember, don't let anyone in."

"Yes."

Wubai rubbed his eyebrows, then opened the letter

...

"Master, where are we going?" The dirty, bald little monk blew bubbles with snot and looked at the old man with a pair of big harmless eyes.

The old man stretched out his hand to touch the little monk's bald head, and five pitch-black finger prints immediately appeared on the smooth head.

The old man coughed lightly: "Apprentice, accompany the teacher to travel all over the world."

As soon as the little monk sucked the snot back, it flowed out again, he wiped it with his sleeve, and the snot was wiped off, but the little face, which was not clean enough, had a touch of darkness.

"Didn't the master say that he wanted to accomplish a big thing?"

"Well... The old man just wanted to stretch out his hand and touch the little monk's bald head again, but his eyes swept to the five black finger prints on the top of the little monk's head and took it back: "Cough, there are some things, the master shouldn't interfere."

"Why? Aren't the gods the ones who remove sorrow from people? The little monk looked puzzled.

"Remember, sometimes sorrow does not necessarily bring bitterness, but bitterness comes bitterly. The miscellaneous smell of the world, I have experienced more, seen more, understood more, and everything has actually faded. ”

The little monk Rao's smooth head, although he didn't understand what the master said, always felt as if he admired him more.

"Then I want to be such a person in the future." The little monk's snot came out again at some point, and he looked at the old man and smiled silly.

The old man patted his ass and took his fool to travel everywhere.

After reading the letter, Wubai's frowning brows were smoothed. Trying to put the letter back in its place, something slipped out of the heavy envelope, a copper coin with a missing corner.

"Cherish the people in front of you."

It's that old man, who doesn't understand why this person knows about this? Why help him?

After pondering for a while, still having no clue, his gaze rested on the envelope again.

"Dragon scales and heart locks?"