Shen Lang watched the sassy and heroic gesture leave, stunned, and found that the smell around him was getting stronger and stronger, and looked around, only to see that the little radish head had finished eating the sugar gourd, and was stirring the wind and rain with a skewer.

The little radish head noticed the young man's sight, raised his head and smiled: "Boss, will you wipe my cheeks?" ”

The young man rolled his eyes and casually prevaricated: "I'm not free today!" Call your daddy! ”

The little kid groaned, pulled his neck and shouted, "Daddy! Wipe my stomach! ”

Shen Lang ignored the stinky little radish head, returned to the table, opened the lid of the pot, poured the plum wine in the bowl back again, closed the lid, and took the entire porcelain pot into his arms and walked away.

Five taels of silver, you can't waste it!

When he went out, he bumped into Lao Mengtou, who had just returned from washing his hands, and after a lot of coercion and temptation, he finally pried out an ingot of official silver from his arms.

"Count you as acquaintance," Shen Lang put the silver ingot on the counter, raised his knee and gently touched Lao Mengtou's skin, and smiled so hard that he couldn't beat it, "This time it's flat, and there will be a next time Lao Tzu kicks you to death." ”

Forced by the young master's obscenity, and feeling that he was a loser in the first place, not to mention that the silver was gone, he didn't smell the slightest smell of wine, and he twisted an old face, as if his daughter-in-law had been abducted.

The young man walked into the yard and saw that Shopkeeper Xu was squatting on the ground, holding a branch, pressing his cub on his lap and rubbing it, he couldn't help but sneer and greeted him: "Shopkeeper Xu, put the counter on the counter for you!" ”

The shopkeeper took the time to glance at the counter, and only nodded after confirming that it was correct, replaced it with a clean branch, and muttered with a sad face: "Why did the old Xu family give birth to a cub like you who fights with every day?" ”

Walking out of the gate, the old and the young were not in a hurry, loosening the reins and letting the horses trample slowly through the street.

Shen Lang glanced at the old groom who seemed to have been drained of his spirits, and he didn't want to break his heart.

took out two pots of wine from his arms and threw them to the old Meng Tou, who had been dependent on each other for many years.

With a look of disdain on his face: "Look at you like that, keep it for you." ”

Reaching out to take the wine jug, Lao Mengtou suddenly came to his senses, and took a sip of wine at the spout beautifully, and his wrinkled old face was as bright as a flower.

patted the young man on the back: "It's still the young master who has to dig out his heart for us!" ”

Shen Lang said to himself: "After drinking, don't throw the wine jug, there are several copper plates, take them back and fill them for you to use for tea." ”

Old Meng Tou snorted: "What? You're going to let me use this thing to fill it with water? ”

"You are a good person who drinks water in your hand, and you still pay attention to this?"

"Also to Ha ......"

The two of them gaged for a while, and soon came to the end of the street, a piece of a few people high, the dragon flying phoenix dance seal engraved with the word 'Yin Yang Valley' three words of the boundary monument standing at the mouth of the valley.

Xiaoyaojin dragon tiger in the Yin Yang Valley, the main building rises from the valley and goes straight into the sky!

The young man turned over and dismounted, handed the reins to the old groom, and slowly walked up the stairs, and when he saw the 'majestic and magnificent' plaque, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful in his heart, and finally he still couldn't see the old eunuch who was ranked in the martial arts review.

Under the plaque stood a young girl, soft and weak like a duckweed.

The green onion fingers kneaded the corners of his clothes, his pretty face flushed, and he stared at the young man and stopped.

After raising his hand to wipe away his tears, he showed his tiger teeth and squeezed out a smile at Shen Lang, and whispered: "You, you're back!" ”

Her name is Ran Man, four years older than Shen Lang, she is both like a sister and a maid, and more like a little daughter-in-law who is looking forward to her husband returning home as soon as possible.

The young man smiled at her, quickened his pace and approached, pinched the girl's red face and rubbed it repeatedly, and quipped: "Cry at every turn, girls chirp!" ”

Ran Man pouted and said, "I'm originally a woman!" ”

Shen Lang let go of her face, pointed to her belly, and teased: "Listen, it's a lot of screaming." ”

The woman tilted her head, listened to it seriously, smiled shyly after reacting, and trotted away, her voice delicate: "I'll give you something to eat!" ”

The boy grinned, a little happy.

Walking into the first floor, as far as the eye can see, hundreds of thousands of introductory martial arts books are listed on the shelves, and there are thousands of bookshelves alone that present secret books, and they are neatly arranged next to nearly a hundred load-bearing giant trees.

Nearly 1,000 lanterns are inlaid on the load-bearing giant wood, making the entire first floor brightly lit day and night.

Nearly 400 cabinet guards are replaced day and night, responsible for drying and copying books, as well as taking care of oil lamps to add oil and renew cores, and maintain the daily operation of the entire building.

The entire building, just the whale oil for lighting, costs hundreds of catties a day, which is converted into gold and silver, which is enough for the normal expenses of the ordinary wealthy family for a month.

The boy took a deep breath, Rao grew up here since he was a child, and every time he came here, he would feel quite shocked.

Walking through the bookshelf that turned hundreds of times, I saw a middle-aged man with a shiny head, holding a wolf pen dipped in ink, dismantling the exercises of a secret book, thinking carefully and even practicing it, until he confirmed that it was correct, he was willing to copy the annotations.

Shen Lang sneaked closer, stretched out his finger and flicked a brain melon, flashed to the side, and said in the well: "Bald head, look at your little talent, you are all fucking mixed up on the first floor, this thing is too thin to wipe your butt." ”

The bald man was in pain, and when he heard the voice, he immediately guessed who came, stopped copying the book, covered his head and turned his head to mock: "Yo, are you willing to come back?" If we return a few days later, I'm afraid we will have to be arranged by Liao Guang to dig a pit. ”

The young man pursed his lips: "It's just his mother's nest, I don't know what to do?" ”

The big bald head shrunk his neck, and his urn voice was angry: "I know that I am addicted, and Lord Zhao said that private fights are strictly forbidden in the law." ”

Shen Lang hated iron and steel: "You can't fight in the building, won't you knock him at night?" If you want me to say, you have no idea, and you don't have the guts, so people are crowded down. ”

The middle-aged man rubbed his reflective head with his big hand, thinking hard: "Oops! The brain melon seeds that have drunk ink are good, why didn't I think of it? ”

"Don't say you know me, you can't afford to lose this person." The young man kicked his bald head with a look of disgust: "Go and find Peng Kuai, his book is better than this." ”

After speaking, he ignored the stupid big man who would be overturned, turned around and walked upstairs.

The bald man didn't care about the kick, got up numbly, looked at the young man's back, and laughed: "If you don't regret it, it's decided!" ”

Shen Lang stepped onto the wooden staircase leading to the second floor, frowning, thinking to himself.

"What did Murong Lan mean by 'dragon' before? Is it the Dragon Pool of the Sword Pavilion or the Dragon Yuan Furnace of the Sword Sect? Is it Longyan Pass in Liangzhou or Panlong Mountain in Liangliao? What's the plan? Why are the short-lived ghosts of Yanbao willing to be driven by Wu Ying..."

On the second floor, there was a group of people surrounded by a tall man, who was about to go downstairs and greeted Shen Lang.

The young man's thoughts were interrupted, and when he looked up, a warm and smiling face appeared in front of him, making people feel like a spring breeze.