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In the morning, there are many fewer people in the living room than last night, and travelers who feel in a hurry will not wait here for breakfast.

Breakfast is porridge, served with steamed buns, served with pickles, or leftover beef in sauce. Wu Yue asked for a bowl of porridge, but he didn't drink it, not because he couldn't eat it, but because it was too bad to drink.

There was no lame shopkeeper at the counter, and the only one who ran the hall said that the lame old shopkeeper would not get up until noon. Every day.

For...... For......

There was a hurried sound of going downstairs, which was the same old way last night.

"Runaway, give Poor Dao a bowl of porridge, do you want money for porridge?" Lao Dao was far away, and began to shout loudly.

"Porridge and pickles don't cost money. But the steamed bun is required, and it costs a penny. Ran Tang'er almost smiled a flower on his face, and said. There is no contempt, no anger, not at all like a young man in his twenties.

"Two bowls, one plate of pickles. Lao Dao was not embarrassed at all, and commanded with a big grin.

"The steamed buns?"

"to you. Why do you want to eat and collect money if you don't want money?"

Someone in the living room couldn't look at it, and scolded with a smile: "You old Taoist priest is so angry to pick the door." ”

Lao Dao laughed and said: "This is the way to live, and you can save money when you go out." ”

......

Lao Dao took a step, walked to Wu Yue's table, and said, "Hou Sheng, can I sit at this table?"

Wu Yue did not refuse, and there was no reason to refuse. "Whatever, it's not mine. ”

Lao Dao cocked his thumb and said loudly: "Okay." Nowadays, there are not many descendants like you who are reasonable. Then he sat down on the stool unceremoniously.

"Well, I don't count hexagrams, I don't look at faces, and I don't want to unsign. If there's anything that turns black, I'll wait. Wu Yue said in one breath.

Lao Dao was stunned for a while, and then said loudly, as if his voice would never be lowered. said: "Like an old Jianghu." ”

Wu Yue smiled lightly and didn't care. He didn't know who the old man on the other side was, whether it was a hermit master or an ordinary person, he didn't care. Because he does not ask for help, there is no need to bow his head.

Ran Tang, who had a humble and flattering smile on his face, put the old Taoist on the table one by one, "You are always good, you can't call me enough, you can add it." ”

"Don't worry. Runaway, what's your name? "Old man, I look like I'm going to point you out.

The runner threw the big towel over his shoulder and replied with a grin, "The little one has no name." Shopkeeper Wen took me in, and my name is Wen Xiaoer. ”

The old man touched his chin and said, "It's a spirited person." ”

"Xiao Er, bring me a plate of sauce beef!"

"Okay. Wen Xiaoer responded, then turned his head to Lao Dao and said, "You use it slowly." If you have something, you will tell me again. ”

Lao Dao rolled his eyes widely, waved his hand and said, "Go, go, go." ”

Lao Dao took out a pair of chopsticks on the table, stirred the porridge, and said casually: "I am so tired of eating in the morning, and I am not afraid of hurting my stomach." ”

Wu Yue also casually replied: "It's good to be happy." ”

Lao Dao's eyes lit up obviously when he heard this, and he high-fived and said, "It's good to be happy." However," the old Tao changed his words, and said: "Poor Dao, looking at your face, you should be a master who doesn't like to talk much." ”

Wu Yue raised his head at this time and looked at this old Taoist carefully: "After observing oneself, one knows one's own heart." ”

"Let's talk casually?" Lao Dao took a chopstick pickle, put it in his mouth, and chewed loudly.

Wu Yue still didn't refuse, he was never an indifferent person, let alone unkind. It is precisely because he was lonely that he longs for communication. The most important thing is that being idle now is idle anyway......

"Boy, have you ever thought about what kind of person you want to be?" asked a very deep question.

Wu Yue replied without thinking: "Free man." This is his way, and he has always insisted on it.

"Aren't you afraid of running a dead horse in Wangshan?"

"Don't be afraid. ”

"It's a bit of a big problem. Lao Dao said slowly, at this moment, Wu Yue felt that the old Tao in front of him was like a philosopher, the kind that would shine. "I only wish you to be a kind-hearted person. ”

"A clear conscience?"

Lao Dao shook his head, "Not enough." ”

"Look up to the sky, bow down to people. ”

"What day, what person?" asked Lao Dao.

"I don't know. Wu Yue didn't continue to answer, and gave an answer neatly.

Lao Dao didn't show disappointment, but smiled: "I don't know what to expect." Be a kind-hearted person. ”

"At the beginning of man, nature is good. "The old way gushed.

"Moral education. When drinking a bowl of none. Lao Dao picked up a bowl of porridge, as if drinking, "There is no freedom in the world, but I just write." ”

Then Lao Dao put another bowl of porridge in front of him, raised his chopsticks, and dropped them high. The noodles of the rice porridge bowl rippled, and the sound of knocking on the bowl surrounded the layers.

Wu Yue just said that it was not good, and he found that he was a little addicted. The scene in front of him became a little unclear. It's like a veil. The ripples of the porridge seemed to ripple in the bottom of my heart, and I was unhurried.

While......

Knock the old way again.

The ripples are heavier.

Hearing this sound, it is like an ancient bell ringing in the ears, and the sound is deafening. The 360 acupuncture points in Zhou Tian exploded one after another, and the qi collapsed and flowed against the meridians. The heavy ripples in his heart turned into endless concentric circles, locking these injuries firmly in his body and not touching heaven and earth. This heart is extremely sinister.

While......

The third sound of bamboo chopsticks hitting the bowl.

The ripples change from heavy to slow, and also from small to large.

It was like a thunderous roar. The meridians were shattered inch by inch, and the foundation platform collapsed. There is also a circle of ripples, first small and then large, and then from large to small. The power of the divine soul is trapped inside. Since then, the immortals have fallen into the world, and since then they have been in the place of excellence.

......

Wu Yue only felt that his head had become extremely heavy, and he always felt that the old Tao on the other side was harming himself again, and he wanted to make a move, but he was powerless.

The old chopsticks are broken and the bowl is broken, and the porridge in the bowl is nowhere to be found.

Lao Dao stood up and said with a smile: "The two don't owe each other at the moment." As he spoke, he patted a penny, "Pay for the bowl!" Strode away, and when he walked to the door, he turned his head again and said with a smile: "The big shopkeeper, good people will be rewarded." ”

The lame shopkeeper, who was supposed to get up at noon, came to the counter in advance for the first time, and casually moved the abacus beads. But he remained indifferent.

At this time, there was another sound of going downstairs. This time, everyone did not blame, but some people were extremely looking forward to it.

It was yesterday's woman. Last night's light was not good, and now taking advantage of the day, it seems that it has also strengthened its courage. I looked at it vigorously.

The very beautiful woman now looks a little flawed, and there is a small birthmark on the left side of her face, which makes people sigh and pity. The woman's demeanor was still cold, and she grabbed a long sword in her hand, tightly. At this time, he walked straight to the counter and put the long sword in his hand on the counter. The cold gaze also showed some anticipation.

The lame shopkeeper looked up and looked at the woman. He stretched out his hand and pointed at Wu Yue, "He can help you." ”

"Will he help me?" the woman began, her voice unpleasant, like the grinding of two pieces of iron.

The lame shopkeeper bowed his head and said nothing.

"Old man, the two do not owe each other. ”