Wang Ju's retreat made my heart hang in half, and then I fell into a deep silence.

After a while, I cleared my throat: "Is this a dead end?"

Wang Ju was rarely serious and didn't taunt me anymore.

"The people of Lubanmen are not bad, and they will not easily make enemies with others, but if they are provoked."

"Hey."

Wang Ju suddenly sighed: "That's immortal."

I have heard of Lu Banshu's "two uniques" for a long time, and now I add Wang Ju's words.

I just felt a pain in my brain.

After a while, Wang Ju put the rosary in his hand heavily on the counter and looked down at the ground.

"Boy! There are too many thorns on your body, and it makes me uncomfortable! But ......"

He suddenly raised his head and looked at me, his narrow eyes shooting out sharply.

"You're from the Ivy Society, and you're a bit capable."

"I'll help you with this!"

No matter what happened before, Wang Ju chose to help me at this time, and I am sincerely grateful.

"Why did you mess with them?"

"I broke their law."

Wang Ju looked at me with half his mouth open: "You still have the ability to break the Luban technique?"

I was stunned for a moment, and immediately nodded in acknowledgement.

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Wang Ju shook his head and scolded with a smile: "You are hitting yourself on the road to death!"

"Let's go find the old tooth."

He tore off a piece of yellow sheet paper and wrote a few words on it.

"Why?"

Wang Ju handed me the note: "Lao Ya has been mixing on the ground for more than 50 years, and he has a bigger face than me."

I took the note suspiciously and looked at the "old teeth? Is it Uncle Ya you saw last time?"

Wang Ju nodded: "According to what I gave you, I got up and clasped my fists with both hands: "Thank you, President Wang."

"Yo, do you know that you are called President Wang at this time? Why don't you slap the table with me?"

After being teased by him, I immediately felt blushing, so I had to laugh a few times and leave in a hurry.

Wang Ju is a strange person.

If you want to say that he has a big heart, he always beats me with what happened last time.

But to say that he is small-minded, he chose to help this time.

However, on the whole, this man is quite righteous.

What Wang Ju gave me is the place where I asked Xiaobai to give me the magic tool last time.

At this time, the Eight Immortals Teahouse had appeared in my sight, and before I could walk forward, the sound of storytelling came.

I took a few steps, and when I looked back, Uncle Ya was sitting in the middle.

He was still wearing a blue-blue robe, a melon-skin hat, and a pair of round ink-light glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"What I said is that Zhang Sanye's angry shout shook off Cao Mengde's millions of soldiers......

"Drink it again, then the Yang Bridge will break ......"

Lao Ya's storytelling momentum is like a rainbow, and the audience listens with relish.

It wasn't until the second shot of the startling wood that everyone sighed with a little regret and left with scattered steps.

At this time, Uncle Ya seemed to be looking at me.

It's just that I can't really see it through my sunglasses.

Just as I was struggling with how to speak, Uncle Ya suddenly waved his hand at me.

I hurriedly walked in, and as soon as I saw him, I took three steps back, got down on one knee, and clasped my hands into fists.

Uncle Ya took the fan and knocked it on the table three times without hesitation.

This is a return gift from the elders to the younger ones.

I quickly stood up and said respectfully, "Uncle Ya, I'm in trouble."

"Please come to your rescue."

"Hmm."

Uncle Ya stroked the goatee on his chest, nodded to himself, and asked.

"Tell me, what is the book I was talking about?"

I hurriedly replied: "It was Liu Bei who fled in a hurry, and Zhang Yide killed him in the air, broke the Dangyang Bridge, and saved the life of the emperor's uncle."

But I've already started to draw souls in my heart, how can this still be related to storytelling?

Uncle Ya suddenly laughed and muttered, "Everyone listens to books and listens to lively, but you listen to books."

"Providence is so, I will help you."

I clenched my fists again: "Please also ask Uncle Ya to make it clear."

"This book is for you. If you retreat without a fight, it is Liu Xuande who has fled. But if you have a tiger ...... hard."

He took a sip of the tea and said word by word, "You are Zhang Yide of the brave champion of the three armies!"

At this point, I immediately got down on my knees.

Uncle Ya is an out-and-out master!

Their ability is an extremely unpopular branch of the fortune-telling industry, called the book hexagram.

There is a word called "Iron Mouth Determines the Universe", which is not an ordinary fortune teller, but a craftsman like Uncle Ya.

The storytelling industry is gradually lonely, and there are even fewer people who can read hexagrams.

It can be said that Uncle Ya is the giant panda of today's Xuanmen, which is extremely rare!