This is a real master, and if I want to outperform him in magic, it's a pipe dream!

So should I just admit defeat? I think, but judging by his posture, I'm afraid I can't admit defeat; what should I do?

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The art of war is cloudy: you fight yours, I fight mine......

I glanced at the brush in my hand, reached over to dip it in ink, and then began to write again as if mopping the floor:

"Please give way. ”

This time there was an old word, and before writing, a drop of ink "snapped" and couldn't wait to fall on the paper, and soon an irregular circle was blurred.

Therefore, the writing this time is even more unreadable.

The old man didn't look at it this time, and frowned and erased the handwriting again.

I'll write it again, and he'll erase it again...... I don't know how many times I repeated it.

To be honest, I really admire the old man's patience, and I don't get angry when I toss him like this.

But it wasn't meant to be a close game.

I'm far from his opponent in terms of magic, and we're on par with patience and perseverance, and if it's a physical strength, haha, I'm going to win!

――Do you think my "old" word is written in vain? That is, the ugly words are in front of you.

Therefore, I don't use magic, I resolutely don't use magic, I only fight with the old man.

is really a stubborn old man, he comes and goes, and he doesn't give in to each other, and this competition has lasted until lunchtime.

However, the sun is getting hot and dry, and the old man's breathing is starting to be heavy.

I can't bear to abuse him anymore, after all, it's an old man.

This time, I asked him tactfully, "Seeing that your mouth is dry, do you want to pause and drink water?"

It's really enough to choke now, the old man stopped talking nonsense, and stretched out his hand to me: "Of course, bring it." ”

"Uh......"

I touched my whole body up and down in front of him, and finally spread my hand: "I don't have water, I thought your old man brought water!"

At this moment, he was so angry that he couldn't speak, his beard shook wildly, and he pointed at me a few times with his hand, not only could he not speak, but he was almost choked by himself.

Alas, I didn't mean to, okay!

But now, if he insists that I did it on purpose, then I have no choice but to admit it.

"Good boy, good boy...... I've never seen you like this!Go, go back to the house and get me a bowl of water!"

How is this possible.

I spread my hands again: "There is really no water, but I brought some liquor, if you want to drink it......"

“......”

"Or, your old man should let me go to the village under the mountain to find water for you, okay?"

Even though I used a consultative tone, judging by his facial expression, my suggestion was rejected by him without thinking.

What if he suffers from heat stroke? What if he lies down hungry? What if he is mentally exhausted and has internal injuries?

"Alas, old man, it's not a way to go on like this, why don't we take a step back?"

I literally took a step back to show my sincerity.

But I don't know what happened to this old man, and his temperament was so great! Far from easing the atmosphere, my regression made him even more angry, so angry that his hands trembled and his face turned blue.

I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it!

The question is, why is he blocking my way? It's just confusing to me.

There's no way, I'm worried that the old man has a bad heart, and it's not good to keep him angry like this.

Because I had a gut feeling that the old man wasn't a bad guy, at least he didn't have any ill will towards me.

Otherwise, if you want to be like the father and daughter of the Yang family, you will definitely start working as soon as you say a word, do you still need such a vindictive spirit?

It is said that literati have always been pedantic, and they are always so gentle and elegant, what problems can they solve!

So I had to try to comfort him as gently as possible, and dissipate my anger first!

"Old man, you came here early in the morning to block the road, I'm afraid you didn't come here to ask me for a bowl of water, right?

He snorted angrily.

Okay, stubborn old man, don't say yes, do you? Then I have to guess randomly, but those who don't know are not guilty.

At such an age, he waited for me on the road early in the morning, and naturally came with some kind of purpose.

And after meeting, he did not use all means to subdue me, but only competed with me for perseverance, which shows that he is not an enemy, maybe a bystander, an outsider.

Anyway, there shouldn't be a direct conflict with me.

So from that point of view, I don't want to go too far.

Whatever his intentions were, it would be much easier if I could guess his identity from the clues on him.

I then went back to what I had just seen in my mind, and suddenly I had an idea:

"Old man, you are a senior of the Daomen, we are not enemies, we can't be embarrassed by juniors like me, right?"

"Huh?" the old man looked up at me in surprise and looked around, and it seemed that I had not misjudged and had guessed correctly!

"Stinky boy, how do you know I'm from the Daomen?"

"Hehe~" I smiled and pointed back, because I suddenly thought of the scene of burning paintings and burning incense, isn't the smell of incense when it is burning?

Of course, judging from this alone, the evidence is not sufficient, because in order to disguise their identity, people with intentions may also deliberately use this incense to cooperate with the arrangement of the magic circle.

My main feeling is still intuition, this old man's temperament has a sense of déjà vu.

After this even guessing, I guessed correctly, haha!

And while I was complacent, the old man kept looking at me with a very strange expression.

He spoke: "It seems that they are not wrong, you kid can't do magic, but people are really clever enough." ”

Who are they?

On second thought, oh! I see.

There is no one else I have dealt with and met with the Daomen, and they are Uncle Chen and Uncle Xuanzhen.

Listening to the old man's tone, he was not only very familiar with them, but also no less than them.

I couldn't help but feel moved in my heart, could it be that the old man turned out to be the "old Song" often mentioned by Uncle Xuanzhen, that is, her father?

At this time, I couldn't help but be overjoyed, and immediately knelt down honestly and gave him a junior gift:

"Senior Song, it turned out to be your old man, it was really abrupt just now!"

The old man didn't deny it, he finally grinned: "The kid has good eyesight and good brain......s!

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and something flew out of his sleeve and circled around me.

I can see that this thing is similar to the wooden kite that Uncle Xuanzhen gave me, and I no longer have any doubts in my heart.

At the same time, his face began to get hot: Is it really good to play Laipi in front of his seniors like this? In the future, Uncle Xuanzhen will find out, and I am afraid that she will be scolded!

It is said that for the sake of Uncle Xuanzhen's face, if Song Lao has any orders, I should do it.

However, Song Lao is a senior of the Taoist Sect and a well-known bull of the Provincial People's and Sect Bureau, and he has worked tirelessly to personally wait for a little person like me, I am afraid that I will face another great problem.

Because, although the Daomen and the Ghost Gate have occasional contact and treat each other politely, but in big things, one yard is one yard, and human feelings have to be put aside, which is called a clear distinction between public and private, and cannot be confused.

Thinking about it like this, my mood can't help but feel a little heavy, I don't know what kind of intention Veteran Song wants to express to me?