"Miss Fufu, let's go to the town and make an inquiry, and you must not call me by name, or it will cause you trouble. "Little Knife Road.

"What do you call you by name?" could it be that you are called a pig or a dog?" said Fufu with a smile.

"That's not good, how ugly pigs and dogs are!"

"Then there must be a name, I think I might as well call you a five-colored worm?"

"Either way, or not, isn't a worm as good as a pig or a dog? You should call me by my name, but it's better to be quiet, now everyone thinks that there is no music on me, and it is a big trouble." The knife waved his hand.

Fufu thought to herself, no one dared to trouble her since she was a child, and it was too interesting to have trouble, and she didn't ask what Wuqin score was, "I'm not afraid of trouble, I love to find trouble, let's go, take me to find trouble." ”

All the way down the mountain, Fufu hummed a song all the way, and her voice was comparable to that of a yellow bird, which was very beautiful. The knife followed all the way, and it was no longer possible to tell who was carrying whom.

The town is very lively, people come and go, when passing by a stall selling rock sugar gourds, the stall owner is an elderly man with a little granddaughter. The little girl saw Fufu and pointed and shouted, "Grandpa, fairy sister." Uncle smiled.

When Fufu heard this, Coke said, "I bought all the rock sugar gourds here." ”

"Oh, girl, generous, thank you, girl!"

"Uncle, give you money, you can help me distribute it to the children around me!" Fufu took out a silver ingot and handed it to Uncle.

"Miss Fufu, you have such a good heart. "Little Knife Road.

"Of course, when you meet such an honest and lovely little girl, you have to take care of their business. Let's go, let's go to the tea house. Fufu was naturally very happy to hear someone call her fairy sister.

The teahouse is the easiest place to inquire about news, and the knife is also understood.

A good 'Bafang Teahouse', standing in the middle of the street, more spacious, the building is divided into two floors, upstairs elegant seat, downstairs general sitting, but it is full, finally a guest officer left, the knife two people occupied a position.

"Tea is coming!" the shopkeeper immediately poured tea, and most of the guests who came here came to listen to books.

There is a shelf in the middle of the building, an old man and a young man are talking about a story, the old man is about fifty years old, he is very energetic, he is nicknamed 'talking about the world', the young one is eighteen years old, he looks good and his eyebrows are beautiful, he is nicknamed 'ask the world', the two of them ask and answer, they are humorous and funny, and the language is evocative.

"Say that the old man of the world, do you dare to say that there is no piano score?" shouted a bearded man.

"This master, since I am nicknamed 'talking about the world', naturally I don't dare to say it, our rules, you have to let 'ask the world' to ask!" The old man touched his beard and said leisurely.

"Give!" the bearded man threw a piece of silver hard, and the young man reached out to take it, took the silver and threw it in his hand and said loudly, "Ten taels of silver are collected, and there is no piano score." A girl's voice was loud and powerful.

"No piano score!, about a hundred years ago, I wasn't born before the old man!" The old man continued, "The old man Wuqin is a master of the Tao, and he recorded the Wuqin magic skills that he learned and understood in his life in the Wuqin score. Before Xianyin, he handed it over to his disciple Ye Zhuweng, what kind of master is Ye Zhuweng? Haha, he is not tall. There was another burst of laughter from the audience.

The old man continued, "But no one can get half of him." It is rumored that he came from the sky and went to the clouds without a trace, so the people in the rivers and lakes also called him the ethereal Ye Zhuweng. If you want to find him, two words, 'fate'. ”

"I heard that the scoreless score is on Guo Xiaodao, is this true or false?" the bearded man interjected.

"This master, this is the second question you ask, you have to follow the rules. The old man said.

"Lao Tzu is not bad for money, you give me a refreshing time. After the bearded man finished speaking, he threw a silver ingot to the young man.

"Say that there is no piano score and Guo Xiaodao. The young man took the money and shouted.

"This Guo Xiaodao is you, right?" Fufu asked softly. The knife gave her a silent look. Instead, Fufu smiled, "It's so much fun." ”

"Jianghu said again, there is no piano score on Guo Xiaodao's body? Jianghu said, "Jianghu is right and wrong, true and false, familiar is familiar and false, which is true and which is false!" However, this word came from the mouth of a white-faced scholar, so everyone has to believe it! In my opinion, it is good for anyone, if you don't have such ability, it is useless to hold ......it, if you have such ability, why do you need to take it?" the old man said, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"Where is Guo Xiaodao?" the bearded man shouted again, and just after speaking, he consciously threw out a silver ingot, but the old man gently flicked his fingers and bulleted the silver back onto the bearded man's table.

"That's it for today, ladies and gentlemen, come back tomorrow to listen to the book. After the old man finished speaking, he didn't care how everyone reacted, so he left with the young man.

Of course, there were a lot of people who listened to the book, but they were already used to it, and they slowly dispersed.

"Let's go and ask. Fufu took the hand of the knife.

The knife blushed for a while, but it didn't break free. The heart is full of blood. Fufu looked back and saw that the knife was flushed, and then she remembered that she was holding his hand, and quickly let go, muttering: "There were many people just now, I'm afraid you will get lost......

"Old uncle, please stay!" shouted the knife.

"Little brother, what are you looking for me?" the old man said, turning around.

"The old uncle is well-informed, and the younger generation wants to ask you about a person. The knife arched.

"Could it be that you are going to ask where Guo Xiaodao is?" the old man looked the two of them up and down.

It seems that the old uncle doesn't know me, Xiaodao thought to himself, and continued, "I want to inquire where Chu Tian is?"

"Little brother, if you inquire about someone, you should go to the white-faced scholar? He is the most well-informed, if you don't even know what this person looks like, then you have to go to the Seven Eagles of the Lonely Gate, there is no one in the world that they can't recognize, but, unfortunately, the Seven Eagles of the Lonely Gate have become the Seven Corpses of the Lonely Gate!"

Ah? The old uncle is so well-informed? He knew about it only a few days after the seven eagles of the Lonely Gate died, so he must know where Chu Tian is!

"Old uncle, I don't even know who the white-faced scholar is, why don't you tell me, how can I find a white-faced scholar?"

Seeing that the old man didn't talk, Fu Fu stepped forward and said with a smile, "If he knew, he would have told you a long time ago, he must not know, although he didn't know, I knew that Chutian was in Kunlun Mountain." ”

"You girl is talking nonsense, what are you doing if Chu Tian's good paper fan villa doesn't wait to go to Kunlun Mountain?" the old man said accidentally.

"Grandpa, you fell for her, you see that the silver has not been earned. The young man took the old man's arm and said.

"Thank you seniors!" Fufu said with a smile, looking proud.