The curiosity was like a flame about to be extinguished, and when the breeze blew slightly, it burned violently again.

When she made up her mind, closed one eye, and put the other smart eye on the crack of the door, she saw that the corner of Mo Yan's clothes had reached the door.

She chuckled in her heart, and before she could stand up, the door opened.

She tilted her head and smiled awkwardly, and said hesitantly, "Ancestor, there is a piece of mud on this piece of the door, and I want to clean it up." ”

Mo squinted at her twice, and said, "Chun Tao, do you dare to peek at your little way?" ”

She quickly stood up, the corners of her mouth twitched, forced a smile, and followed Mo Yan into the door.

In the center of the chair sat an old Taoist in his seventies, with gray hair and a potholed face, which was miserable, especially the wrinkles on the neck, which made this person more and more old!

Her eyes widened, and she looked at Lao Dao incredulously and said, "This is Immortal Master Xue?"

Lao Dao laughed, stood up tremblingly, paced slowly in front of her, bowed, and said in an old voice: "Female donor, the gift of the poor Dao has been delivered!"

Chun Tao's eyes widened, dotted with light, stared at Lao Dao curiously, looked left and right, turned back and forth several times, and then said: "Ancestor, you are really amazing! Xue Xianchang can't see the original appearance at all now." ”

Mo snorted in his nostrils, lay down on the chair, put his hands on the handles of the chairs on both sides, and said, "Nonsense, is the thousand-faced Shura called for nothing? Go quickly, pour two cups of tea!"

Chun Tao smiled slightly, covered her mouth with her little hand and chuckled, and poured two cups of tea for the two.

Xue Buyu looked at the bronze mirror, touched it here and there on his face, nodded it, and said in surprise: "Senior brother, you are really a god!"

Mo said angrily: "Don't look at it, remember, your name is Qingzhu now, you are a seventy-year-old old Taoist, but your spirit is not bad, and all your skills were taught by a passer-by Taoist when you were a child, who is the surname of that Taoist, you don't know at all, understand?"

Xue Buyu replied: "Got it, senior brother." However, I've been out for ten days and half a month this time, is this face okay?"

Mo Yan was a little impatient, looked at Xue Buyu, the corners of his mouth were tilted, and he pointed his finger at him and reprimanded: "You kid, do you still doubt my craftsmanship? I may not be able to beat you now, but this level of disguise, I dare to say, is unparalleled in the world." ”

His face was full of pride, and his smug expression could be described as arrogant and full of confidence.

The craft of disguise is invincible in the Qinglong Kingdom.

Xue Buyu saw that the third senior brother's forehead was bruised, his eyes were squinted slightly, and he looked at himself with a smile, his heart suddenly burst out, and he hurriedly put on a smile and said: "That's, my third senior brother's craft, how could I not believe it? If I hadn't seen your craft, I wouldn't have believed that there was such a magical thing in the world at all." ”

The expression on Mo Yan's face became kinder, and he didn't shoot a frightening light, considering that this incident might cause a huge disaster, his face became serious again.

"Xiao Yu, this time, it's up to you! When you go out, you must be careful, don't expose your strength, but you must also pay attention to your own safety. If you need help, feel free to come to me!"

Xue Buyu saw Mo Yan's serious expression, and he also restrained his laughing expression, patted his chest and said, "Senior brother, you can rest assured! You are waiting here for my good news. ”

Mo smiled angrily, nodded with satisfaction, stroked his beard with his hand and said, "Okay, it's up to you!"

Xue Buyu used his hand, no, it should be Qingzhu, and slowly pushed open the colorful and luxurious door, and a cold wind mixed with snowflakes blew into his neck.

He involuntarily shrank his neck, wiped off the water stains on his neck with his withered fingers, straightened his chest, put the dust on his left arm, turned around and saluted Mo Yan with a single palm, and said, "Mo Daoyou, the old man has gone." ”

Mo Yan saw Xue Buyu's appearance, the slow movements, the look that had gone through the vicissitudes of life, and the eyes that saw through the impermanence of the world, all of them read to others: I am an old man who walks the red dust, I am very old, and I have great ability.

The corners of Qing Song's mouth rose, and there was a hint of playfulness in his eyes, and he waved his hand at Mo Yi, and disappeared around the corner along the verandah with carved beams.

There was a white road on the road, and Xue Buyu stepped on it, one foot deep and one foot shallow, and it was very difficult to walk.

His brows were tightly locked, a shabby and ragged blue jacket was tightly wrapped around his body, the dust had already been obliquely inserted behind his back, and the dust whiskers that were swept up by the wind rubbed against the right side of his face, very itchy!

Looking around, the wide, snow-covered streets were as clean as snow, and there was no one but him.

The branches of the trees on the side of the road swayed slightly in the wind, as if beckoning to him.

He walked around the Shuai Mansion for a long time, and as he was walking, he looked up and saw that there was an inn.

The store is quite large, and the flagpole obliquely placed above the door can vaguely see the words "go to stay fast", and the flag has been frozen a little stiff, but it is still swept by the wind.

The best place to find people is the inn. Everybody has to eat, everybody has to sleep, and it looks good to go and fast.

Presumably, those high-rollers of the Frozen Empire would not be in a small dilapidated inn.

Xue Buyu gently pushed open the door and went in, and saw more than a dozen tables in the spacious hall, and there were seven or eight people sitting sparsely, who were stopping their work and looking at him with brushes.

Xue Buyu's face was calm, and he glanced around lightly, and saw a middle-aged man in his forties next to the counter who was concentrating on calculus, and there was a "crackling" sound, which was quite crisp and a little charming.

Xiao Er, who was holding a white rag on his shoulder, saw that a guest was coming, and hurriedly greeted him with a smile, led Xue Buyu to the table in the corner, wiped the table and stool with a rag, and said, "Guest officer, what do you eat, do you want to stay in the hotel?"

Xue Buyu slowly took the dust and scabbard off his back and gently placed them on the table.

Pulling the new and polished wooden chair out, he looked around again, and a smile appeared on his face full of potholes, and he nodded, "It's not bad." ”

He looked up at the young second brother and asked, "Little second brother, come with a few good dishes, hot pot and good wine, and then make room for me, and I'll go to rest after eating." It's hard work!"

The shopkeeper glanced at him suspiciously, and said secretly, why is this old Taoist so ugly? At such an old age, he is still swaying in the wind and snow, do you think he has lived too long? This dress is so shabby, and the dirty black cotton inside is exposed, but fortunately, the wine and food are good, and he is still in the house, do you have the money to settle accounts?

Although there are a lot of doubts in my heart, no matter how I look at this old way, I look like I am here to eat and drink, but my face is still smiling.

He straightened the small hat on his head, grabbed the hem of the rag with his left hand, and asked, "Dao Chief, if it's usual, there are so many good wines and good dishes, you can order it." ”

Then, he pointed outside, mysteriously leaned his face closer to Xue Buyu's ear, and said: "You also know the situation outside, whether this Chongcheng can be saved, maybe it is not clear! Who still has the heart to cook any good dishes that take a lot of effort, and the dishes are almost impossible to buy." You see, it's so difficult, why don't I bring you a bowl of somen noodles. ”

He straightened his waist, slapped his thin chest with a "pop", raised his eyebrows, tilted the thumb of his right hand upward, and said confidently: "Master, our family's somen noodles are a must in Chongcheng, except for this one, there is no such good taste." ”

Xue Buyu's two gray-white eyebrows were locked together, listening to what the shopkeeper said, the situation in Chongcheng is not good!

Didn't you say that this is a big granary, why are the people so urgent?

He was about to say a bowl of somen when he heard a deep and powerful voice from the diagonal front.

"Senior brother, eat meat and eat meat, this chicken leg is good!"