Through the rising water vapor, the merchant stared at the inkstone with his mouth wide open.

"Little brother, please add some water. The young man laughed.

"Oh, good. The merchant came back to his senses, took out the kettle hurriedly, leaned in and poured some more water on the almost dry inkstone, and then sat back down with great difficulty.

It was extremely difficult for him to move back and forth, just because there were already many people around him at this moment, all of whom saw the wonder of steaming water vapor from the inkstone when they passed by, and stopped here. The alley was tightly blocked, and there was hardly any space for the merchant to move.

However, although everyone gathered in a tight circle at the side of the stall, they were not next to the two people in the middle.

One of them was gray-haired, but his face was smart, and the other was handsome and smiling, and they were writing something in their own way.

The old man wrote for a while, then glanced at the young man, and when he withdrew his gaze, he also glanced at the inkstone that the young man was holding in his left hand, and the more he looked at it, the more joy he became, and his face smiled.

"Hurry up, hurry up, the old urchin is almost done. The old man wrote for a while, and couldn't help urging again.

"Don't worry, just do it. The young man couldn't help but laugh.

After a few more moments, the two of them finally put down their pens. The young man put down the inkstone in his left hand and handed out the paper, the old man hurriedly took it, and when he handed it out with his other hand, his eyes were already fixed on the paper he had received.

The two of them each read the mental method on the paper, and they were not immersed in it. At this time, passers-by on both sides tried to probe the inkstone with their hands. However, as soon as they touched it, they immediately withdrew their hands as if they were electrocuted, and then wiped the snow on the place where they touched their hands.

"It's hot!"

"Hey, that's incredible!"

"I touched, oops, blistered!"

"Hurry up, wipe the snow!"

One person is bold, directly stretched out his hand from afar, grabbed the whole inkstone in his hand, was hot when he let go of his hand, the inkstone slammed into the snow, and then there was a hissing sound, the snow layer on the ground was quickly melted through, and the whole inkstone fell firmly to the ground.

For a while, several people inside were amazed, and the sound of conversation spread out, and a circle of people outside talked about it, and they couldn't help but want to drill into it and touch the inkstone.

Pushing inside and out, and the noise was everywhere, which finally woke up the two people who were in deep thought.

The young man smiled slightly, his face was even more undoubted, and the old man said strangely when he saw this: "Don't you ask me what happened in the last paragraph?"

"If I'm right, I'm afraid it's Sanskrit?" said the young man, smiling wittily.

"How do you know?" the old man poked his head into Yuntian and grinned, "Do you understand?"

"Well, I know a little bit about it. "Young people have a lot of time.

"Then, you can translate it!" the old man gently bumped the young man on the shoulder, and he winked his eyebrows.

"That's fine, but you have to tell me one thing first. ”

"What's the matter? just ask!" The old man was even happier than seeing the Jiuyang True Scripture, and he was already impatient.

"Master Yilan, are you okay?" said the young man.

"Shelving Huang Lao Evil, that's recuperating from his injuries...... No! Okay, I finally figured it out, it turns out that you are the one behind the scenes! It was you who called Duan Zhixing over to disturb the quiet life of the old urchin!" The old man held his stomach and his mouth bulged.

"Quiet days, weren't you confused by Huang Yaoshi?, or was you approached by a wrongdoer?" the young man teased.

"Oh, don't say it, don't say it. The old urchin leaned out of the crowd, looked left and right for a while, and then turned back and squinted his eyes and said, "She's chasing! Don't look here!"

"It's so lively, maybe when will it be brought over?" the young man continued to tease.

"Oh no, we have to change places, let's go for a walk, let's go on in another place!" the old man had the heart to say that he was a crow's mouth, but he was afraid that if he said it, it would work, so he changed his words.

"Whatever you want. The young man smiled indifferently, and then there was no movement, and he floated up to the roof.

"Hey, hey, wait for the old urchin!" the old man laughed, and jumped to the roof with a little foot, and followed the young man's back, and moved away into the distance.

The two of them talked for a while, and the surrounding spectators heard it in a fog, and at this time, they saw that the two of them jumped to the roof several feet high, and their bodies disappeared in a smart way, and their eyes widened for a while, and some people couldn't help but exclaim: "Sure enough, it's a tall man!"

The matter may become a topic of conversation, and everyone thought to themselves, some of them still asked the merchant about the antecedents, and some of them had already gone away, but they were still talking about it with their friends on the way.

After a while, the crowd finally dispersed. By virtue of the momentum just now, the merchant also sold the things on the whole stall, at this time, because he saw a miracle, and did a good business, his heart was also satisfied, and his money bag was also full.

At this moment, he closed the stall into a bag and picked it up, put it on the car behind him, and was tearing off the cloth above his head to keep the snow away, but he saw a small sparrow flying overhead.

He was in a good mood, so he took out a little cake from his bosom, clattered twice at the sparrow, and threw it into the snow in the distance.

Unexpectedly, the sparrow only circled twice in mid-air after the merchant spoke, and when he saw him throw the broken cake, he flew away without looking back, causing the merchant to shake his head and laugh.

"Hey, you're a little daring. ”

As he was talking, a person suddenly ran in the distance, it was the old man from Fangcai, as soon as he saw the merchant, he immediately stepped forward and asked, "Have you seen the person who was with me just now?"

"Nope. Master, what's wrong?

"Yes, just after saying that, before I could ask him anything else, he was gone!" the old urchin stamped his foot, "No, I have to keep looking!"

After speaking, the old man took a few more steps, and quickly ran out of the alley, leaving a merchant at a loss of his head, only feeling that what happened today was particularly bizarre.

He inadvertently looked up, but saw the sparrow that had flown away before, and at some point flew back again.

No, how can there be such a coincidence, it is probably another one, the merchant thought to himself, and there was another greeting in his mouth.

Seeing this, the finch barked, and before the merchant could show joy, he turned his head and flew away.

The merchant stayed alone, watching the finches fly towards the mountains not far away, and after a while, he was gone, and the breeze blew, and his heart was a little messy.

"Cut, don't eat and pull down, you're blind with good grain!" the merchant snorted, and the broken bread under his feet had been trampled into the snow.

At this time, the breeze at the foot of the mountain is rippling, but the wind on the mountain is relatively fast, a small finch floats left and right in the wind for a while, seeing that it is about to die, suddenly a burst of white light flashed, the original sparrow turned into an eagle falcon, riding the wind straight into the sky, and then changed its shape, and drilled into a gold-roofed hall at the top of the mountain.