"Uncle Ya, the family teacher has indeed passed away for a long time, but he doesn't dare to forget his identity."

He shook his head and laughed, "You're pretty old-fashioned."

"I have hundreds of books, and I love "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", there are twelve masters before and after this Guo Jing, tell me, is he a loyal man?"

Uncle Ya threw the question to me, and I could only accept it stubbornly.

"Yes."

Uncle Ya stretched out his hands: "Isn't this over? It doesn't matter if you are a Taoist priest or a corpse carrying industry, what I teach you is storytelling, this is not a conflict."

That being said, I still feel awkward.

"Forget it, I'm not hard for you."

Uncle Ya's tone sent a lot: "I'm only asking you now, if you would like to consider it."

He's literally giving me a chance!

I hurriedly borrowed the slope to get off the donkey and responded, "I must think about it!"

"Okay, then I'll go somewhere."

Uncle Ya was wearing a dark blue coat with a pair of plackets, walking in the busy city, and there were indeed a few twists.

And he seems to have long been accustomed to this kind of life, and he walked ahead calmly.

Don't look at him as a blind man, but he has very neat steps.

If it weren't for someone who pierced it, no one thought he was blind.

About half an hour later, a row of cement factories appeared in front of me.

Uncle Ya looked at the gate in the distance and admonished.

"Talk as little as you can for a while."

This factory looks not small, and there is an endless stream of large and small trucks.

The security guard just asked us to fill out a visitor registration book and put us in.

The factory is full of noises such as chainsaws, which are upsetting on a hot summer day.

Uncle Ya walked into the factory with ease, and after turning around, a small low room appeared in front of me.

He dragged a worker in his hand and said softly, "Let Da Kui come out, I'll wait in his office."

After speaking, he raised his hand and directly ripped open the door of the room.

The room was old, the walls were covered with old newspapers, and the only decent table was already mottled.

Soon, a middleman wearing a peaked cap and camouflage uniform hurriedly walked in.

The man had a dark complexion, a wrinkle like a ravine, and some saws on his head.

Uncle Ya shook his fan and quipped, "Director Yu Dachang guards such a big wood factory, can't he change a better table for himself?"

Da Kui smiled heartily: "I'm a rough person, and setting a table is purely a pretend cultural person."

He sat down on the colorless couch and took a cigarette from his ear.

"What kind of wind is blowing your big Buddha here today?"

"I'll ask you something, and I'll leave when I'm done."

Da Kui crossed Erlang's legs and joked with a smile, "You know how many legs the fly flew over just now, right?"

"Mo Nan's affairs, do you still need your old teeth to ask me?"

Uncle Ya paused the movement of his hand: "I really have to look for you for this matter."

Seeing that Uncle Ya was so serious, Da Kui lost a smile on his face.

"Tell me."

"Who have you Lubanmen been eyeing lately?"

Da Kui flicked the ashes of his cigarette, "Why did you suddenly ask about this?"

"Just tell me, won't you?"

Da Kui hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"There is someone who fights with us, and his attitude is quite arrogant."

That's when I realized.

The person Uncle Ya took me to see today was someone from Lubanmen.

Is he going to make peace in person?

I want to get down on my knees and kowtow to him a few times.

It's a lifesaver!

The Ivy Spring Club is quite famous in Monan, and Uncle Ya's position in the Ivy Spring Club is even more important.

If such a person can come forward, it is estimated that the people of Lubanmen will be afraid of one

Some.

Thinking about this, I feel a lot more relieved.

Uncle Ya asked again, "What are you going to do about this?"

"What to do? Follow the rules."

After a pause, Da Kui suddenly looked suspicious.

"No, you've been a scattered immortal for so many years, why did you suddenly worry about this?"

After a moment of silence, Uncle Ya spoke slowly.

"I'm not going to hide it, this one next to me is the one who fights with you."

Da Kui was obviously stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

"Old Ya, you have nothing to do but ascend the Three Treasures Palace!"

Uncle Ya also laughed: "If you don't go to the Three Treasures Palace, how can you see the true god?"

"Is there any delay in this?"

Da Kui smacked his cigarette roll: "What's the matter?"

"It's a misunderstanding, he didn't want to break your law. He has no intention of being a fellow believer with you."

After speaking, Uncle Ya pointed at me, "Hurry up, explain to others."

"No, I don't dare listen."

Before I could speak, Da Kui interrupted me first: "You let me listen, you are just embarrassing me."

"What is on the ground, follow the rules of the land."

Uncle Ya's face didn't change much, but he just asked, "You don't have face when I'm here today?"

"It stands to reason that your old teeth have come to the door, and I should give you face."

Da Kui extinguished the cigarette butt with his foot, and a puff of smoke came out of his mouth.

"But if you give you face, you will break the rules of my Luban Gate, and you will make it difficult for me to do it!"

"We all mix jobs on the ground, and the rules are bigger than life, so I don't need to say more, right?"