Thanks to the topography of Lizhou, there is not much rain and snow in Lizhou, but most of it is heavy rain and snow.

No, the weather has been sunny for a few days, and the heavy rain is coming.

Uncle Lin moved a small stool, sat under the porch of the small inn, and looked up at the sky.

According to the posture of this rain, it will take a lot of time.

He stood up and looked at the stream not far away, in which a small ferry boat was rickety, and it seemed to be tethered to the leaves.

Then he sat down again, leaning against the door and falling asleep.

Now the stream is already turbulent, and it won't be long before the stream rises, and if it rises, it will not be able to swing the ferry.

Uncle Lin is a native of Qinzhen, and he has been guarding the small inn for most of his life, occasionally taking on some ferry work, which can be regarded as subsidizing the family.

A group of people came from afar, their figures blurred in the rain, and from small black dots they became bigger and bigger, and stopped at the door of the small inn.

The uniformly colored hats and clothes, and the large and small boxes of the cars behind them, seem to be a business trip from south to north.

"Uncle, can you survive today?" the leader shouted at Uncle Lin, and his tone was kind.

Uncle Lin woke up suddenly from a drowsiness, and shook his hand again and again, "This water is rising so much, I can't go on a boat today." ”

"Is there a bridge around here?" the man pondered for a moment, seemingly unwilling.

"If there were a bridge, the old man wouldn't do this business. Uncle Lin pointed to the bumpy ferry on the river and replied.

The leader pondered for a moment and sighed, "That old man, is there a vacant room?"

"Poor country, empty houses are. Uncle Lin stood up and counted the number of people, "Seventeen?"

"Make room for the goods. ”

"Then come in, unload, and the old man will take you to the horses. Uncle Lin greeted.

The leader nodded, waved his hand behind him, and a dozen people began to unload their things.

The thing seemed to be quite heavy, and the two of them still had a little difficulty carrying it, and there was a muffled thud when they landed.

While a group of people were unloading the goods, two more figures came in the distance.

The same coat and hat, but one is obviously a young man who has not grown up, and the other is shorter.

The arrival of the two was obviously an uninvited guest to this team, and as soon as they approached, more than a dozen people were vigilant, standing there without even moving the goods, just staring at them.

But the two men were very calm, and went around the carriage and went under the porch.

"Uncle, is there still a free room?" asked the young man, taking off his hat, revealing his long snow-white hair.

"Yes, do you want two?" said Uncle Lin with a smile.

To meet such an aura child in this poor country always makes people feel much better.

"Then two?" the young man turned to look at the middle-aged man behind him.

"According to the young master. The middle-aged man said lightly.

Uncle Lin said hello to the man who unloaded the goods, and led the two into the inn first.

When the three of them couldn't see it, the group continued to carry it.

......

After the two of them packed up their things, they deliberately rubbed in the room for a while, and when they went downstairs, the goods had been moved, and a few people were sitting in the lobby.

Qi Shi asked Uncle Lin for some wine and food, and the two of them found a corner to sit down.

Not long after, a group of people upstairs ran down and gathered together to whisper after asking for food and drink.

Ning Junxi is a cultivator, whispering has no effect on him, he listens to them when he is bored.

Hearing this, he just cared about the steaked rice.

Qi Shi took a pair of chopsticks and celery into Ning Junxi's bowl, "Young master, eat well." ”

Ning Junxi came back to his senses, grinned, took the chopsticks of sour and hot potato shreds, chewed it, and sandwiched the chopsticks meat to the hairballs that were drooling at his feet.

The hairball meowed, rubbed Ning Junxi's trouser legs, and lowered his head to eat meat.

After eating, he continued to look up at Ning Junxi.

Ning Jun regretted it and threw it down again.

Qi Shi let him go, but his expression revealed a little thought, which was not obvious.

Obviously, the mystery of this group of people also made Qi Shi a little interested.

Half-full, a figure ran in from outside, took off his clothes, and was a down-and-out Taoist priest with a peachwood sword on his back.

More than a dozen adult men, eating a lot, obviously not a moment and a half can come around, Uncle Lin was busy with those people's food, and he didn't expect that there would be people coming in this weather, and he had been busy in the back kitchen, so he didn't have time to come out.

The Taoist priest stood in front of the inn, looking around blankly, restrained to the point of comical.

Ning Junxi looked over and was amused all of a sudden, maybe God thought he was not kind, so he choked on the rice grains and couldn't stop coughing.

Qi Shi stretched out his hand to pat the young man on the back, poured a glass of boiled water, and looked a little helpless.

Ning Junxi hurriedly took the water and drank it, only then did he stop coughing, glanced at the Taoist priest with his eyes, and said in a low voice, "That Taoist priest is very interesting." ”

At this time, Uncle Lin had already run out, beckoned the down-and-out Taoist priest to sit down, and asked the Taoist priest what to eat and drink, but the Taoist priest was reluctant and at a loss.

Qi Shi also glanced at the Taoist priest, "What does the young master want to do?"

Ning Junxi narrowed his eyes and smiled happily, "I think he seems good, why don't you say hello to him?"

Qi Shi didn't stop him, just smiled.

......

The down-and-out Taoist priest on the other end was there lamenting again and again.

He knew that because of the relationship between the old Taoist priest, he and the brothers on the mountain did not get along very well, but he did not expect that they would leave themselves in the middle of the road on this trip.

He remembered that he was in the old Taoist monk's cottage, where did he know the sophistication of the people outside, and he was shy and indisputable with the world, and he suffered a lot along the way.

Fortunately, by slaying demons and eliminating demons all the way, the money bag is also full, and I think it is enough to go back.

He thought about reaching for his money bag.

As a result, it made him instantly break out in a cold sweat on his head.

The waist is empty.

He hurriedly flipped himself up and down, but still didn't find it, and instantly wilted there.

At this time, Uncle Lin came with hot water to warm up the Taoist priest.

The down-and-out Taoist priest turned white with his whole face, and he was dripping with cold sweat, which frightened Uncle Lin, and asked what was wrong.

A man next to him was quick and slapped the Taoist priest on the back, and the Taoist priest came back to his senses, got up and ran out.

Several people were baffled by this kid.

Ning Junxi also saw it inexplicably, and when he saw him rushing into the rain, he hurriedly intercepted, "It's raining heavily outside, why are you going?"

"I've lost my purse, I'm looking for it. The Taoist priest was so anxious that he was sweating profusely.

The people in the inn all looked at the Taoist priest as if they were idiots.

When you go out in this weather, how can you find it, and it doesn't have to be lost, you can only admit it.

Ning Junxi blinked, "Think about where you might have lost it first, how can you find it when you go out like this weather?"

The Taoist priest seemed to be a frosted eggplant, wilted all of a sudden, and stood there in a daze, the whole person alone.

"Let's go back and sit down, calm down. Ning Junxi touched his nose and pulled him to the inn.

This kind of thing often happened when he opened a wine shop, although most of it was because he was young and wanted to drink for nothing and not pay for wine, Ning Junxi was familiar with it.