"Book...... Calligrapher?"

Jiang Xiaoliu's mouth can stuff two duck eggs, not only him, Qi Xuance also has the same suspicion, calligraphers are now at this level?

The old man flicked his sleeves, "Don't talk nonsense, go and call the door." ”

Jiang Xiaoliu hurriedly responded, trotted forward, and carefully patted the wooden door, not daring to make a strong effort, for fear of collapse.

"Is anyone home, we're here to beg for ...... Word. ”

That "word", Jiang Xiaoliu bit very lightly, and he was really ashamed to say it.

But it was such a soft voice, and there was still an echo in the broken yard, "Come on, come on......"

Then there was a noise of chickens flying and dogs jumping, accompanied by the kicking and pulling of slippers, the wooden door creaked open, and a middle-aged pajama uncle with a bald brush appeared in front of everyone.

Jiang Xiaoliu was startled, this person had a bird's nest on his head, his eyes were deep, his cheekbones were high, his chin was long and curved, his body was thin and tall, his shoulders were collapsed, his two arms were extraordinarily long, and his palms were huge, as if he was a living hanged ghost.

Qi Xuance outside glanced at it, and suddenly froze, isn't this calligrapher the hanged ghost on the third floor of the Hell Tower?

It's too similar, from appearance to shape, except for being younger, it's simply carved out of a mold!

The hanged man's small eyes swept the three people outside the door.

"Who asks for words, and what words do you ask?"

"Write letters on behalf of you, fifty words in a thousand words;

"Pleadings on Litigation Paper, 5,000 words;

"Copying official documents, fifty words in one thousand words;

"Love Letter to Men and Women, 50,000 words;

Jiang Xiaoliu waved his hand, "What nonsense are you talking about, just say that no matter what you write, it's a thousand words and fifty yuan." He turned around as soon as he said, "Master, what shall we write?"

Qi Xuance narrowed his eyes and said, "Write 'Zhao Hongxia' a thousand times first." ”

The old man glanced at his apprentice and said with a smile: "Then write 'Zhao Hongxia' first." ”

The hanged ghost had no expression on his dead face, as if he didn't know Zhao Hongxia, but withdrew, "Please come in." ”

The outside of the courtyard looks shabby, and when you go inside, you see, hey, it's not as good as outside.

Among them are three adobe houses, the roof is half tile and half grass, the walls have been eroded by the rain and the walls are lined with long logs, similar to the first floor of Pingjiang Lane, but much more dilapidated.

"Si is a burrow, but I Dexin, see a smile and laugh. The hanged ghost arched his hand, looking like a very poor and sour talent.

"The mountain is not high, but the name of the immortal. I don't know what to call him?"

Qi Xuance's eyes were blazing, and he was now somewhat convinced that this hanged ghost had nothing to do with that hanged ghost.

"Don't have your surname Jia, and a single name is a benevolent character. ”

The hanged ghost said, entered the room alone, and moved out the square table, bench, paper, ink, pen and inkstone.

"I don't know when this house will collapse, so I won't invite you in, I'll start writing, but Zhao Hongxia?"

"No need. ”

Qi Xuance looked at the old man and said, "Master, what do you see?"

The old man was looking up at the sky with his hands on the side, and was about to speak when he heard the words, but at this moment, he suddenly heard a car horn outside the courtyard wall.

Shaoqing,

A pot-bellied boss-looking man walked in with a pretty woman in his arms.

The two of them didn't seem to expect that there were other people in the yard, especially the pretty woman, who was walking behind for a while, and then reluctantly walked over under the leadership of the boss.

Jia Ren raised his eyelids, saw the person, immediately stood up, and introduced to the three of them with a smile: "This woman is my wife, this big fat man, huh...... It's my wife's lover. ”

Jia Ren looks like a hanged ghost, it's strange that he has such a beautiful wife, the key is - the wife still has a lover?

It's a messy relationship.

But Jia Ren looked calm and smiled, as if he didn't go to his heart at all.

The boss and the pretty woman walked up to the crowd, took out a piece of paper from their purse, and threw it on the table—the divorce agreement.

"Lao Tzu thinks that the wife is fun and exciting, but the little beauty wants to divorce wholeheartedly, what can I do, for the happiness of the lower body, I have to run this trip, sign it, I just bought a few imported viagra, I signed it early, I have to try the effect with the little beauty. ”

These words are really the biggest insult to a man, that is, the pretty woman next to her, her pretty face is white, and the vulgar boss's words reveal a naked plaything to her, how can she not hurt people.

But the woman did not refute, but took a deep breath and stared straight at the divorce agreement on the table, without saying a word, with a resolute posture.

This episode came too violently, like a tornado.

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The old man and Qi Xuance glanced at each other, both looked up at the sky, and the faces of the master and apprentice were not shocked, as if they were all fascinated by the wisp of white clouds in the sky, and they didn't know what was going on around them.

Only Jiang Xiaoliu, looking at the boss and then at the woman, snorted, and turned to Jia Ren.

"Such a bully, why don't you splash ink on it? The top of your head is about to become the Hulunbuir prairie. ”

Jia Ren sat down slowly, still calm, his face was not in a hurry, and he said slowly.

"My wife, with a slender body and a peach blossom face, can be called a rare stunner, and men naturally want to take it for themselves, and it is common sense for people to be angry, so why be angry?"

This made the pretty woman angry, and she lifted the kun bag and smashed it, "Shameless! You're still not a man!"

The boss snorted, laughed, and laughed with a shiny pockmarked face: "You're still ...... It was also green out of philosophy...... Hahaha......"

Even Jiang Xiaoliu gave Jia Ren a thumbs up and mocked: "The young master has taken it, I have seen a lot of cuckold men, but it is comfortable to wear like you, and it is reasonable to wear it, it is really only seen in my life, and I have taken it." ”

Jiang Xiaoliu turned around and said to the old man: "Master, this fool has been distorted by Green's psychology, do you want to kill him, bring this pair of adulterers, give me ten seconds, it's enough to destroy the corpse." ”

When the old man heard this, he suddenly sneered, this laughter was obviously a mockery from the bottom of his heart, and he looked at Jia Ren with disdain.

"Eight hundred years ago, when you showed off your talents, you dared to play the world when you got a little bit of small skills?"

Jia Ren, who was sitting on the small bench, opened the corners of his eyes slightly, dipped his pen in ink, and said lightly: "Isn't Zunjia asking for words, why are you laughing, I don't understand, I don't understand." ”

The old man said to Qi Xuan Ce: "Good man, can you see some meaning?"

Qi Xuance's face was straight, a little blood oozed from his eyebrows, two fingers were wiped, and his narrow eyes were covered with a layer of blood.

The blood of Flatsmith Lane.

looked at Jia Ren, but saw that on the broken bench sat a thin old man like dry bones in the mound, his body was like a skeleton, but there was a layer of dry skin wrapping, his hair was all gone, but his back was straight, like Yue Linyuan, extremely weird.

"It's not a demon, it's not a demon, it's not a human, what the is this?"