Looking at Wen Cai's sparkling eyes when facing the ocean, Li Yun secretly shook his head in his heart.

It seems that Wencai is not a traverser...... And what about Qiusheng?

Just as Li Yun was thinking this, a young and strong young man walked in from outside Yizhuang, it was Qiu Sheng, the eldest disciple of Uncle Jiu.

Qiusheng has been frail and sickly since he was a child, but since he worshiped Uncle Jiu as his teacher, he practiced martial arts and Taoist mental methods day and night, and now he has become a little successful, and his body has long since become weak.

Although his aunt, who raised him, felt that Yizhuang was unlucky, but for the sake of Qiusheng's current health and health, she still allowed him to come to Yizhuang every day to meet the master, and by the way, he listened to the master's orders.

Seeing Qiusheng coming, Uncle Jiu had a smile on his face, and hurriedly beckoned: "Qiusheng, come here, and introduce you to the teacher, this is a distinguished guest who temporarily lives in our Yizhuang, surnamed Li, and you call Brother Li is ......."

Qiusheng was a little unsure, but when he saw Li Yun's taller and stronger figure than him, he still called Brother Li obediently.

Li Yun responded with a smile, and then tested Qiusheng with words, and found that Qiusheng didn't seem to be a traverser.

…… So who exactly is the traverser?

Could it be that the traversers of this world haven't worshiped Uncle Nine as a teacher?

Li Yun thought in his heart, and at the same time, Wen Cai finally couldn't help but take a big ocean from the pile of money, shouted that he wanted to go to the town to buy breakfast for Brother Li, and then pulled Qiusheng out of Yizhuang.

Before leaving, Qiu Sheng saw the pile of money piled on the stone table, and his eyes immediately widened.

"Wait!" Qiusheng broke away from Wencai's palm at the door of Yizhuang, and couldn't help but ask, "What's going on, why is there so much money on the table?" ”

Wen Cai smiled and lowered his voice: "That's Brother Li's accommodation fee for Yizhuang!" ”

Qiusheng was stunned for a moment and muttered, "Is Yizhuang's accommodation so expensive now?" ”

Wen Cai said angrily: "Of course not, it's because people are rich and rich, and they are not short of this money, so they deliberately use money to repay the grace of staying overnight, Brother Li is a rich man who came back from abroad, and he came to our poor countryside to find his roots and ask his relatives, if he can't find his relatives in a few days, he will probably have to leave......"

"So, our brothers have to hurry up and tie up Brother Li, if we can deduct some gold and silver from his fingers, we won't have to worry about marrying a daughter-in-law in the future!"

Wen Cai's eyebrows fluttered as he spoke, and the two brothers exchanged in a low voice while walking towards the Renjiazhuang market.

After about ten minutes, the two brothers walked into the gate of Yizhuang with large bags and small bags.

During the period of the Republic of China, as a national hard currency, the purchasing power of the ocean was naturally unquestionable.

Even in a city like Shanghai, where prices were relatively high at that time, a piece of ocean could buy 44 catties of rice, and if you brought it to the restaurant, you could eat a four- or five-course set meal, and it was all hard dishes such as steak, roast chicken, and ham.

Taking an ocean to buy breakfast is a luxury that Wencai has never had in his life.

And the breakfast bought at the cost of a piece of ocean is naturally a large amount of fullness, and one person will never be able to eat it all.

Li Yun saw Wen Caiqiusheng's careful thoughts, but he didn't poke it, but smiled and beckoned everyone to eat together.

Uncle Nine knew his two apprentices very well, so he naturally understood their thoughts.

He immediately glared at Wen Cai, turned around, and apologized to Li Yun helplessly.

Li Yun smiled and waved his hand: "It's okay, I took out so much money, I originally wanted to cover the food expenses of the entire Yizhuang, besides, it's so boring to eat alone, it's still more lively when there are more people!" ”

Wen Cai nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, Brother Li is so atmospheric, I know he won't mind!" ”

Uncle Nine glanced at him and sneered: "The ancestor has words, there is a way to get money, and you have memorized all the teachings of the teacher in the dog's belly?" ”

Wen Cai's face was pale, sullen, and collapsed on the side of the dining table like a frosted eggplant.

Qiusheng was also silent, and he was bored with rice, for fear of being affected by the pond fish.

It was Li Yun who helped to play the round, and he said with a smile: "I hit it off with the two Taoist chiefs, and I just need a good wine to cheer up - Wencai, you help me go to the town to buy some wine, remember, if you want good wine, the price is not a problem!" ”

"Yes, yes!"

Hearing this, the four-eyed Taoist leader's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said: "Brother Li, as long as you say a word, our senior brother will definitely accompany you to the end!" ”

After speaking, the four-eyed Taoist turned his head to look at Wencai, and urged: "Wencai, why are you stunned, why don't you go buy wine quickly!" ”

"Oh......"

Wen Cai replied solemnly, got up and left Yizhuang with the ocean.

"I'll go too!"

Qiusheng hurriedly put down the dishes and chopsticks and followed Wen Cai to leave here.

Seeing that Li Yun was so reasonable and wealthy, Uncle Nine was even more angry.

He hates iron but not steel, these two hairy boys are so old and not sensible......

Taking advantage of Wencai's absence, Li Yun glanced at the ninth uncle who was sulking alone, and asked seemingly unintentionally: "Ninth uncle, I heard that there is no one who practices Maoshan Taoism who doesn't know you, since you are so famous, why are there only two apprentices under the sect?" ”

Uncle Nine was stunned when he heard this, and then seemed to have misunderstood Li Yun's meaning, and coughed lightly: "If the poor road is open widely, there will naturally be a large number of people who want to worship under the poor road, but the poor road has always been rather lacking than excessive, and not everyone will accept it." ”

…… Would you rather have less than too much?

The corners of Li Yun's mouth twitched, and he glanced at the direction in which Wen Cai Qiusheng left, noncommittal.

Uncle Nine noticed Li Yun's gaze, a little embarrassed, and immediately made up for it: "The first thing about the poor Dao is fate, followed by goodness, then truth, and the last is the talent of cultivation.......

Li Yun nodded and said: "This is the so-called fate without pushing, without fate without climbing, right?" ”

Uncle Nine said with a smile: "That's right, I didn't expect Brother Li to know this rule too." ”

"Then over the years, Uncle Nine, how many apprentices have you pushed in total?"

"It's too much to count for a while...... There are at least a dozen of them! ”

"Are there any of these people that impress you?"

Li Yuntu was exhausted and wanted to get information about the suspected traverser from Uncle Jiu.

Uncle Nine was speechless for a while, and couldn't help but glance at his junior brother with his spare eyes, wanting him to help relieve the embarrassment.

But the four-eyed Taoist was focused on the wine at this time, and he didn't notice the eyes handed by the senior brother at all.

The atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly became eerie.

It was Li Yun who realized that something was wrong and took the initiative to change the topic, which made the embarrassed Uncle Nine breathe a sigh of relief.

It seems that the travelers of this world really didn't come to find Uncle Nine, at least not yet......

Li Yun thought silently in his heart.

When Wen Cai Qiusheng returned from buying wine, Li Yun exerted his monster-like physique, and easily put down everyone at the dinner table alone, Uncle Nine and the Four-Eyed Daoist did not use Dao techniques to sober up, so they were naturally not Li Yun's opponents.

After settling the four drunken people, Li Yun left a note, and then went to Renjiazhuang alone, wanting to investigate the situation in the village.

But unfortunately, he didn't find anything out of the ordinary, nor did he find anything suspicious of the existence of the traverser.

There was no way, Li Yun had to return disappointed.

At this time, it was almost dusk, and Li Yun walked on the path in the wilderness and walked in the direction of Yizhuang.

When passing through a dense forest in the suburbs, Li Yun suddenly paused and looked at the middle of the forest with a surprised face.

There was a hazy white mist, and there was a stone in the fog that was one person high, and next to the stone, Qiusheng, the eldest disciple of the Ninth Uncle, was bent over, with a white cloth covering his face, as if he was spinning in place with something on his back.

Li Yun was slightly stunned when he saw this, then narrowed his eyes, and his spiritual sense converged in his eyes, and he immediately saw through the fog and glimpsed the truth.

I saw a white-haired old man with skin and bones, a wrinkled face, and sunken eyes lying on Qiusheng's back, his body was trembling, his lips were trembling, his sparse white hair was flying in the wind, and there was a weird and terrifying smile on the corner of his pale mouth.

…… It turned out to be a lonely ghost!

Li Yun suddenly realized, and then couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth and look at them with interest.

"Alas, turn left and be careful of crashing into the tree!"

The thin old man on Qiusheng's back had a weird smile on the corner of his mouth, and he let out a seemingly panicked cry from his mouth.

When Qiusheng heard his words, he seemed to really see a big tree, and hurriedly avoided it to the left.

"That's right, turn left, turn right, turn left again!"

The thin old man shouted again and again, and Qiusheng was also as good as a stream, spinning in place under his command.

And Qiusheng didn't seem to notice that he was spinning, only that the old man on his back was getting heavier and heavier, and he was getting more and more tired.

Finally, with the beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, Qiusheng couldn't help but ask, "Uncle, where is your home?" ”

The thin old man put his hands on Qiusheng's shoulders, poked his head from his neck, and asked, "What did you say?" ”

Qiusheng stretched out his hand to wipe his sweat, panting and said, "I said, where is your home?" ”

The thin old man smiled and said, "Oh, it's almost over, after this mountain, you will be there after another mountain." ”

"What?" Qiusheng couldn't help but exclaim, "Isn't that going to run until dawn?" ”

The thin old man smiled and said, "You don't have to run until dawn to ......."

Because it won't be light at all!

The white cloth that Qiusheng was wearing in front of his eyes was called the ghost cloth, and when he covered it, everything he saw in front of him was an illusion.

Affected by the hallucination, Qiusheng had no idea about his situation, and just carried the old man on his back and walked forward in a daze until he was panting like a cow and sweating like rain.

Seeing this scene, the old man's face turned pale, and a strange smile came out of his mouth.

Suddenly, a voice with a slight smile came coldly from the front.

"Qiusheng, I'm so tired from running, wipe your sweat!"

Qiusheng didn't have much energy to think at this time, and when he heard this, he immediately reached out to his waist and wanted to wipe his sweat with a sweat towel.

But what he was storing on his waist at the moment was not a sweat towel, but a talisman given to him by his uncle Simu.

Qiusheng didn't notice the abnormality, picked up the yellow charm, and wiped it on his face.

The yellow talisman was placed on the white cloth, emitting a faint yellow light, and the white cloth fell off immediately.

The cool air greeted him, making Qiusheng shiver, and his originally dazed reason returned to his brain.

At this time, the fog that shrouded Qiusheng had disappeared, and the stone that first met the old man was still in sight.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Qiusheng couldn't help but be stunned.

He immediately realized something, bent his neck a little stiffly, and looked at the ground beneath his feet.

I saw that there was only his own shadow on the ground, how could there be any trace of the old man on his back!

"What's the matter, young man?"

The old man's voice came from behind him, and the originally kind voice had turned into an eerie smile.

An agitated spirit came back to his senses, and his scalp was numb in an instant.

Oh no,!

(End of chapter)