"There are foxes in the west who have cultivated finely, with autumn in their eyes and spring in their mouths. ”

"Wandering in the world in human form, I happened to meet an immortal in Daomen. ”

On the streets of Luchuan City, Mr. Wei sang that ballad again, his tone was tactful, and his voice was slightly hoarse, but the twists and turns of the story and the flying shadow puppet still attracted many people's attention.

Chu Qiuli, who knew that Mr. Wei's business was directly related to the quality of his next meal, was busy greeting passers-by and stopped to watch.

The snow was still falling, and a thin layer of snow was spread on the ground of Luchuan Castle.

Not far away, a man and a woman stepped on the snow.

The man is about 30 years old, wearing a crow blue velvet sweater, and his face is resolute. The woman is in her early twenties, with good looks, dressed in white, and carrying a long sword. The two looked intimate, and they walked here side by side.

"There is a storm in the south, and the charm is chaotic!"

The boy drew his sword and went, and the fox walked in the shadow. ”

"The evil trick is treacherous, and the life of the Taoist hangs in the balance. ”

"In order to save her sweetheart, the demon girl appeared in her true body. ”

"Huh?" was a story that was obviously very easy to attract the girl's attention, and the woman stopped at that moment and looked sideways at the shadow puppet show that was being played.

"Do you like it?" the man next to him glanced at the woman dotingly and asked softly.

"Hmm. The woman nodded.

The man smiled and said, "Then let's listen to it." ”

......

"The old man reverts to the loess, and the Taoist travels in frost and snow. ”

"Thousands of years in the snap of a finger, juvenile into a celestial. ”

"The lotus pond is born, and the immortals are induced. ”

The young man's eyes were cold, and he brushed his sleeves and retreated from the immortals. ”

"A sword stabs into the sky, just ask why it is not peaceful!"

When the song ended, everyone applauded, and the woman's eyes were already a little red.

The man just had a different color on his face, and muttered softly: "I can't imagine that the story of the ancestor of the Qinglian Guan of the Great Zhou Daomen is still being sung. ”

The woman beside him didn't really hear what he said, and turned her head to look at him, about to ask.

"Alas, thank you, thank you. At this time, Chu Qiuli, who was begging for reward, had already come to the two of them with the old man's porcelain bowls, and at this moment there were nearly a hundred copper coins in those porcelain bowls, and these listeners were quite generous, and Chu Qiuli was even more smiling.

"Brother Yan. The woman whispered to the man, and though she didn't say much, the meaning was obvious.

"Got it. The man reached out and scraped the bridge of the girl's nose, then took out a tael of silver from his arms and put it into Chu Qiuli's bowl.

Bang dang.

The silver fell into the porcelain bowl with a crisp sound.

It immediately attracted everyone's surprised eyes, and Chu Qiuli widened his eyes even more, looking at the man incredulously.

The man and woman just smiled faintly and turned away.

Chu Qiuli was about to thank him at that time, but the Mr. Wei behind him seemed to notice the situation here, his rare face changed and he quickly came to Chu Qiuli's side, took out the one or two pieces of silver, and said to the man: "This brother, the old man just sang a song, is this money more valuable?"

Chu Qiuli, who was about to thank him on the side, suddenly changed his face when he heard this, and scolded in his heart, this old guy doesn't make money for nothing, but he doesn't dare to say much on his face, so he can only make a face with Mr. Wei, but the other party still doesn't realize it.

The old gentleman took it. The man smiled lightly, and then said no more, leading the woman and disappearing into the night.

......

On the way back to the inn, Mr. Wei's unusually solemn expression was unusual, and Chu Qiuli secretly felt strange, but he didn't dare to say more.

It wasn't until they returned to the room that Chu Qiuli pulled Ning Zhumang to find Xu Han, and said mysteriously: "Hey, Xiao Han, do you say that old boy is very strange, we didn't see him like this when we gave him money, and today others gave him a silver tael, you look at his appearance, how reluctant, as if he suffered a big loss." ”

Xu Han, who had cultivated to break through the realm, was in a very good mood, and when he heard Chu Qiu's words, he couldn't help but glance at the big man, and said in his mouth: "The old gentleman has the thoughts of the old gentleman, so don't maliciously speculate anymore, besides..."

Speaking of this, Xu Han paused slightly, originally thinking of telling Chu Qiu about what Mr. Wei had realized today, lest he really offend the old man one day, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was inappropriate, so he could only say: "In short, don't block Mr. in the future." ”

Hearing this, Chu Qiuli glanced at his mouth, "Don't worry, someone Chu is still pointing to him for dinner, it's just talking." ”

When Xu Han and Ning Zhumang saw him like this, they could only glance at each other and shake their heads with a wry smile.

......

In the room next to them, Mr. Wei put aside the wooden box on his back, opened the box, pounded inside, and finally found the porcelain bowl containing the copper coin.

There was no candle in the door, and there was no light in the room except for the moonlight shining from the window.

But at that time, the porcelain bowl held by the old man in his hand was lit with a golden light.

The light was not dazzling, but warm.

The old man's expression became solemn at that moment, and he saw that he was sitting precariously, holding the bottom of the porcelain bowl with one hand, and slowly closing the mouth of the porcelain bowl with the other. At that moment, the light around the porcelain bowl was flourishing, and a majestic momentum poured out from the old man's body, and a ray of light rose from behind him.

"Carrying the world on your back, singing the common people and asking the gods. ”

"A copper plate, a thought, 100,000 silver for a grand wish!"

As he slowly recited these words, the light around the porcelain bowl in his hand gradually extinguished, and the light behind him suddenly escaped at that time, scattering towards the outside of the house.

The night was getting deeper, and most of the people in Luchuan City had fallen asleep, but there was a ray of light flashing quickly in the streets and alleys of Luchuan City and escaping into every house.

They may be wealthy businessmen from large households, ordinary people living in humble houses, white-haired old men who are over the age of sixties, and there are also pink boys who have just tied their hair. Without exception, these have all heard the old gentleman's opera on the streets of Luchuan City, and they have all generously donated to him one or two copper plates.

As the glow entered their bodies, the aura around them became longer at that moment, although there was no difference in a short period of time, whether it was the longevity of the future or the speed of cultivation, it would be several times stronger than it had been in the future.

After doing this, the old man's eyes slowly opened.

At that moment, there seemed to be a lot more wrinkles on his face, and the spine seemed to be a little stiffer as he walked.

But he didn't realize this, but took out the broken silver that was still in the light from the porcelain bowl, and put it in front of him to measure it carefully.

It wasn't until dozens of breaths later that the old man gently held the hand holding the broken silver, and the light on the broken silver was all annihilated at that moment.

"Alas, another period of cause and effect..."