In the second half of the night, the streets grew colder, leaving only the smell of alcohol lingering in the nose.

"Little brother, thank you for your support."

Behind him, a red carriage was driven, and Wu Anrao on the carriage raised the curtain and smiled, and the fragrance instantly drove away the erosive smell on the nose.

"Girl.... Where does the girl speak. I haven't thanked the girl for helping me out on the street that day. ”

Ji Wutong stood in place and was stunned, just now when he was in Wuwenlou, he exchanged the demon pill for silver taels, and rewarded Wu Anrao with eight flower baskets.

Although the flower basket is not actually worth a few dollars, it can be regarded as a cheer for Wu Anrao, which can be regarded as a return to the favor on the street that day.

"There will always be difficulties when you go out, where is this going, little brother?" Wu Anrao jumped out of the carriage lightly and walked side by side with Ji Wutong.

This made Ji Wutong's uncomfortable feeling come to mind again, in the past, Ji Wutong rarely dealt with women, let alone such a beautiful girl.

"I'll go to the northeast to pay back the money."

Ji Wutong said that, suddenly felt embarrassed, and laughed twice. The moonlight trembled like water waves, and Wu Anrao beside her was even more beautiful in the moonlight.

Wu Anrao suddenly tilted her head and glanced at Ji Wutong, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, and a smile rippled.

"Little brother doesn't dare to look at me?"

Wu Anrao didn't look away.

"Mother said... It is rude to keep staring at the girl's house. ”

Compared with Wu Anrao's unmoving eyes, Ji Wutong had a confused look, but he didn't dare to look at the pair of eyes under the thin eyebrows.

"I'm a singer, and I was born to be seen by men and listened to by men." Wu Anrao's expression suddenly darkened.

"The singer is also a girl's family."

Ji Wutong slowly exited, and he was just grateful to Wu Anrao, and his eyes that were glancing in the distance accidentally collided with Wu Anrao.

"Girl, come back sooner, I still have some business."

Ji Wutong hugged his fists and walked to the northeast, leaving Wu Anrao and the maid behind him standing in place.

"Sister An Rao, this poor boy is still listening to what he says, and it is not in vain that we helped him on the street, and he was ignored by the Sima family."

The maid behind him helped Wu Anrao into the carriage.

When Wu Anrao heard this, she just said to herself: When his eyes looked at me, they were really clean.

met twice, and the two flashes of eye contact made Wu Anrao remember Ji Wutong vividly. is just a singer, the man looks at it is nothing more than lustful, and the woman looks at it with nothing more than contempt.

I don't know if it's because the night is cold or the body is tired. Wu Anrao wrapped the light veil on her body tightly, so that the moonlight would no longer easily sprinkle on her white jade-like collarbones and shoulders.

When I came to this row of simple and dilapidated houses, I saw that there were no lights in the Jianghuai Spring Courtyard, and I thought that I was busy working outside the city again.

Ji Wutong climbed over the fence, stuffed a few pieces of broken silver into the house along the crack in the door, and walked towards Xue Pingshan's house.

Now that I have paid off all the debts I owe in Wanlang City, whether it is a favor or a piece of silver. Xue Pingshan is the only one left, and he hasn't made it clear.

Some accounts can be paid off, but some accounts can only be kept in mind. Ji Wutong shook his head and gently pushed open the door of Xue Pingshan's small courtyard.

The candle flame in the courtyard was not extinguished, and Da Bai flicked his tail and rubbed it against Ji Wutong, it turned out that Xue Pingshan had not yet fallen asleep.

"It's all done?"

Xue Pingshan was sitting alone in the courtyard at this time. A small stove is placed on the table with a pot of wine, and next to it are two small dishes, which are pleasant to watch.

"It's done, along with the one named Wu Anrao, and Jiang Huaichun. It's all done. Ji Wutong smiled heartily, sat opposite Xue Pingshan, and pushed a cloth bag in front of Xue Pingshan.

"What? Are you going to settle the accounts between the two of us, and you want to pack up and leave? Xue Pingshan smiled, glanced at the cloth bag on the table, and held a glass of undrunk wine in his hand.

"This is the food money in the future, and I plan to stay with you for a long time." Before Ji Wutong could greet Xue Pingshan, he picked up his chopsticks and poured himself a glass of hot wine.

"Why don't you settle it with me?" Xue Pingshan grinned, the wine glass in his hand empty.

"After thinking about it all the way, there was a mess between me and my brother. If you can't figure it out, it's better to trouble to the end. Ji Wutong said, and the clear smell of wine mixed with the laughter of the two of them spread out in this small courtyard.

asked for a room in Wuwenlou, but I just wanted to remind Zhang Shanyou that he was not a little kid who was bluffed by others. If you want to say that you don't want to live in a building, Ji Wutong is still not used to the complexity of high-rise buildings.

"In the past, you always felt that you owed your father and mother in Renhe Town, and your father and mother owed others, so you couldn't let go of your temperament. Now in Manlang City, you finally owe no one. ”

Xue Pingshan took a sip of hot wine, and the night breeze became soothing. This is the real reason why Ji Wutong suddenly changed today.

Owing someone is always one place shorter. One place is short and the other is short, so be careful everywhere and worry everywhere.

Ji Wutong was silent when he heard this, and Xue Pingshan explained the reason clearly. Looking at the man sitting opposite, Ji Wutong was suddenly a little lucky, glad that he met the fire wolf that night.

Speaking of my father, I think that I have been out for some days, and I haven't written a letter to go home to report my safety. Looking at the greeting sticker written by my father in the satchel, a sour feeling welled up in my heart.

"Brother, the letter hall in this city can still send letters, right?"

Early tomorrow morning, the first thing Ji Wutong did was to write and send a letter.

"When I came back, I passed by a few houses, all of which were closed. It is said that the carrier pigeon was frightened by the monsters on the road, and they were reluctant to come out of the cage. Even if you go out, it's hard to come back. ”

Xue Pingshan said, he had already planned for Ji Wutong.

"Tomorrow I will go to find Sun Zizai from Hangu Mountain, they will all go out to check the boundary monument recently, and see if they can ask someone to bring one."

Xue Pingshan already regarded Ji Wutong as a younger brother, which was much better than those so-called friends in the mountains, at least Ji Wutong never left himself and ran away first.

"Forget it, bringing a letter is a matter of favor." Ji Wutong shook his head.

"Not far from here, there is another person who can also send letters, but the price is high, and people are not very easy to get along with." Xue Pingshan thought about it, and the person he mentioned was the best choice.

"Hey, if you can spend money, try not to use favors." Ji Wutong smiled, and his heart was a lot broader. At least there's still a way to go.

"Although that person is from a Confucian family, he is still at the level of an immortal, but he has a very strange temper." Xue Pingshan thought about it carefully, and the name of the person mentioned in his mouth was Mo Qingping.

It stands to reason that those who can reach the level of immortal cultivators can generally be a guest in the family of the powerful, or serve in the court, or seek a large official position in the town. If you really don't want to be contaminated with the world, you will stay in the immortal gate and serve.

But this Mo Qingping is different, after cultivating to the immortal level in the Confucian Shenxing Academy, he left the Xianmen and came to the city of Wanlang to open a family letter hall.

If you want to say that the Kaixinkan can also understand. Some immortal cultivators will do what they want to do in order to cultivate their minds. When it is to make it convenient for others, it can also make a little money.

But this Mo Qingping's letter hall has a rule, all letters sent from him must be corrected by him personally before they can be sent. Over time, no one went to the letter hall gradually, but Mo Qingping's rule has never changed.

"But he doesn't use carrier pigeons, he has a lot of flipping chickens." Xue Pingshan said after taking another drink.

The Tumming Chicken is purple, the size and appearance are no different from the pigeon, but there is a pair of eyes under its two pairs of wings, and the legend is that it can fly thousands of miles without falling, and it is difficult to capture this monster.

"I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid, what other weird temper can I be afraid of?" Ji Wutong was very happy in his heart, and he would be able to receive the letter to his father and mother tomorrow. As for the weird temper, who else can be weirder than Old Man Jiang's temper?

The light clouds cover the moonlight and the night is over, tonight's Ji Wutong will definitely be able to sleep well, except for the quilt on his body, there is nothing else to press on.