As soon as Yuan Xing entered his room, he saw Zhou Mo holding a large pair of scissors in front of him, and he was immediately startled.

"What is the donor doing?"

"Haircut." Zhou Mo replied in a long voice, and then exclaimed: "I'll go, you made Fang Daochang angry again?" So ruthless this time? ”

Yuan Xing touched the bruises on his face, and replied, "If you fall, it's okay." ”

"Can wrestling make a face like this? What about your kung fu? Zhou Mo glanced at him strangely, and when he saw that he looked embarrassed, he didn't ask anymore, but continued to fiddle with the scissors: "This thing is too bulky, how to use it." ”

"Poor monks have a way." Yuan Xing took out a dagger-sized knife on his body and took out a knife the size of a dagger: "How about using this?" ”

"You, why are you a monk carrying a knife with you?" Zhou Mo looked at the blade that flashed in the cold light, and it was quite sharp.

"This is a Dharma instrument, which cuts off all evil. It can also be used for shaving hair, tailoring, etc. on weekdays. Of course, the bhikshu's ordination sword can be used as a tool for Dharma Protector martyrdom when necessary.

"Can you cut your head flat?"

"No, the poor monk will only shave his head." Yuan Xing's eyes sparkled and looked at each other: "The poor monk still has clean robes, and I will change them to give them to the donor later." ”

"Isn't this a fake monk?" Zhou Mo raised his eyebrows and squinted at him: "Okay, you are a monk who is destined to do things, you say that your family doesn't speak, are you breaking the precepts by scolding me to deceive people?" "Because of their previous careers, the two have a lot in common, and they usually make harmless jokes to each other, so they have no scruples about talking.

"In later generations, it was popular to become a short-term monk, but now the time is limited, and there is no such condition, so everything can only be simple." Yuan Xing smiled and said: "We don't steal or rob, let alone ask for money, as long as the donor strictly abides by the novice precepts during this period, how can it be considered a deception?" "Well, in fact, this is just a fool, bullying Zhou Mo doesn't understand. He's just a bad taste.

"Isn't that inadmissible to meat?"

"Just quit meat."

"Okay." Zhou Mo sat down on the chair after a moment's struggle, and then turned his head to emphasize: "Let's talk about it first, I'm not really a monk." "A bald head is a bald head, anyway, it can grow out quickly, and after more than two months, the hair has grown enough to cover the eyes, and the mess is really ugly. The three of them walked on the road, dressed as a non-monk and a non-monk, and they didn't know how much attention they had attracted along the way, so it was better to be a fake monk for the time being.

"Understood, understood." Yuan Xing lowered the other party's head and began to shave his scalp, and there were words in his mouth: "Shave your beard and hair, and wish all sentient beings ......"

"Stop!" Zhou Mo shouted: "Can you stop reading?" I listened to the weirdness and panicked. ”

Yuan Xing laughed, the movements in his hands accelerated, and soon a freshly baked braised egg was formed.

Zhou Mo came to the basin and looked down at his reflection in the water: "Don't say it, my hairstyle is quite handsome." ”

Yuan Xing smiled, not exposing the other party's self-deprecation, suddenly, he wiped the hand of the ring knife paused, walked out of the room in two steps, and listened attentively despite the rain.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Mo also followed, standing under the eaves and asked a little strangely.

"Listen to the song." Yuan Xing pointed to a tall building with red lanterns hanging in the distance.

"It's almost dark, and the Qinglou is naturally going to start business."

Although Zhou Mo didn't think so, he also listened to his words, this intermittent spring rain for a few days will naturally not affect the mood of the talented and rich people to have fun, it is almost evening, and the Hanyunxuan on the next street will also be at its most lively, and the laughter of silk and bamboo that came over today seems to be earlier than before.

But gradually he couldn't laugh anymore: "This, this tune ......"

"Laughing Hongchen, a nice song." Yuan Xing narrowed his eyes and dusted off the rain on his body and returned to the room, his ears were better, so he could hear more clearly. So, where did this song come from?

"Do you suspect there's another traverser?" Zhou Mo guessed his thoughts, and then sighed: "If there is really another one, this Da Song is really dressed as a sieve." ”

"Why don't you ......" Yuan Xing said: "The donor will inquire tomorrow?" "As for myself, I would never set foot in this ancient red-light district unless I had to.

"I'd like to see it, but what's the point of being alone?" Zhou Mo rolled her eyes. Seeing Yuanxing's tangled appearance, he smiled again: "It's not that troublesome, it's not easy to inquire about the news?" As he spoke, he took out a handful of copper coins that he had left over from the previous purchase, about a dozen pieces. He checked it and left a sentence: "Brother just look at me." And he went out.

After all, Zhou Mo has been in the society for many years, although he has just come to ancient times, but his ability to find out the side is much higher than that of the little rookie of Zhiyuanxing, and he returned to the guest room not long after.

"That song is said to have been popular a long time ago, and now there are people in the Qinglou Chu Pavilion in the north and south of the Great Song Dynasty who can sing it, but I really don't know the specific source."

Long ago? Could it be related to Fang Daochang? Yuan Xing couldn't help but think crankily in his heart......

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After a while, the rain finally stopped, but the sky was still gloomy, and the heavy clouds gathered and did not disperse, as if a greater storm was brewing.

Early in the morning, Fang Qiwu knocked on the door of the guest room.

"Are you going to leave today?" Zhou Mo opened the door and saw that the other party was carrying a bag, and was busy preparing to turn around and pack his luggage.

"Not necessarily." Fang Qiwu waved her hand, she always stood outside the door, and she had no intention of entering the house. Seeing that Yuanxing also arrived at the door, he said: "Poor Dao got the news that an old friend was in trouble in Gucheng, and Poor Dao wanted to rush to meet him." ”

"Can we help?" Yuan Xing hurriedly said.

"It's not a big deal." Fang Qiwu smiled: "I haven't seen you for many years, and when I heard the news, I missed it in my heart, and I couldn't help but rush to see the old man." ”

Although what the other party said was light and light, Yuan Xing didn't believe that things were so simple, someone followed him as soon as he entered the Great Song Dynasty, and Fang Qiwu's enemy was obviously very powerful. At this time, it is not normal to think about this kind of news: "Is the source reliable?" ”

Fang Qiwu glanced at him deeply: "Whether it is reliable or not depends on it, you have to see it to know." After a pause, he whispered again: "After today, the local people in the rivers and lakes will know that the poor road has left, and as for some shameless and skinless rotten goods, you can deal with them with the kung fu of the monk." Tomorrow at the latest, a junior from the poor road will come, and then you will listen to his arrangements for the time being. With that, he handed over the things he was carrying.

Yuan Xing took it and opened it, and it was actually some dry food.

"Don't use the food and water in the inn today, let alone act rashly, wait for the poor juniors to arrive, be careful." Fang Qiwu advised, it turned out that she had thought everything through.

Yuan Xing and Zhou Mo glanced at each other, and they both felt a trace of solemnity in each other's eyes......