What is happening in this shop in the old alley is especially funny now. Both sides said that the other should not be polite, but they couldn't help but be polite to each other.

If you let others know, you may feel that these two people are not too tired and panicked when they salute one and the other salute back.

The steamed bun stuffed with dried plum vegetables in Liu Chunsheng's hand quickly went down.

He had never gobbled up a bun so disregarded, and he had never really felt what it was like to have good luck.

But in this word shop called Yuyu, he really experienced both of these things.

Ju An didn't always stare at the other party's action of eating buns, which was definitely rude in his opinion.

So when the other party was having breakfast, he just stood still and looked at the books hanging on the wall, with a look of appreciation.

Liu Chunsheng's mouth and hands did not stop, but his eyes were extremely nervous looking at the other party's movements, and every time the other party nodded, his heart would slowly hang down his throat.

As if noticing Liu Chunsheng's actions, Ju An couldn't help but shake his head slightly and smile.

Liu Chunsheng also noticed his faux pas, and hurriedly apologized.

Thinking of the other party's action of taking the steamed bun without hesitation, and then thinking of the steamed bun that the other party had just eaten in his stomach, Liu Chunsheng frowned and said, "It was the student's negligence, so I went to prepare breakfast for Mr." ”

Ju An smiled and shook his head, and said, "The Jun family doesn't have to be polite, I came here after I used it." ”

Liu Chunsheng bowed slightly, didn't insist on anything, and didn't think that the other party was embarrassed to speak.

After all, a reader like the other party naturally doesn't come on an empty stomach in the morning, so it looks more like he came to eat.

As for Ken didn't hesitate to take the bun he handed out just now, it was just to make himself no longer so nervous.

Faced with an invitation to have breakfast, one accepted it calmly, and the other politely declined. Obviously, the former looks better to get along, and the latter is more like a few polite words to each other when they meet in Pingshui, and they have no intention of making deep friends.

However, Ju An obviously couldn't think about it so much, just relieved his tension as Liu Chunsheng thought.

Ju An thought that he should first introduce the purpose of his visit, and said with a smile: "Last night, the teacher went out and bought a painting for me. The gentleman lives in peace, and the words of the Jun family, I like it very much, so I want to come and have a look. ”

When Liu Chunsheng heard the other party explain the purpose, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Is that a bought? Not even credit!

Then he was shocked, it turned out that the person in last night was Ju An and Yang Hejiu's teacher.

Although he felt that the old man was a little unusual from the beginning, he didn't expect that it would be the teacher of these two, so that an unordinary one can be described simply.

The shock in his heart can be imagined.

But what shocked and surprised him even more was the next sentence that came out of the other party's mouth.

He said that he liked my words, he liked it very much, and he came over to see Liu Chunsheng, who was completely possessed by Xu Changan at this time.

But this is also normal, the old gentleman said last night that only those who are not confident want to be appreciated by others.

It's not that he is not unconfident, he dares to come to the capital thousands of miles away to rent a shop and open the door to do business with a handwriting, which shows that he is confident in what he writes.

And he felt that the old gentleman's words were wrong, and wanting to be recognized and appreciated by others should have little to do with confidence or lack of confidence.

However, the gentleman in front of him is different, since he got Yang Hejiu's letter in Sifang City, his admiration for this person has reached the extreme, and it is precisely because of that letter that he has really strengthened his idea of coming to the capital.

The letter written by the other party to Yang Hejiu is still hidden on his chest and is well received.

I didn't expect to meet the old gentleman on the seventh day of coming to the capital, and the person I admired the most was actually standing in front of his shop early this morning, and when he came to the shop, he said that he liked his own words very much.

Even Liu Chunsheng, who never believed in those illusory theories, inevitably had some doubts, could it be that the dragon qi in this alley was real?

Liu Chunsheng opened his mouth and replied, "Sir, I like to honor my students. The students were short-sighted, and they didn't know that the old gentleman was coming yesterday, and they still looked at the old gentleman and the old gentleman Haihan. ”

Ju An shook his head and replied with a smile, "The teacher won't care about this, and the Jun family doesn't have to worry about it." ”

Liu Chunsheng was entangled in his heart, not knowing how to ask.

In Sifang City and along the way, he had imagined countless times how he would speak when he saw the other side so that his husband could advise, or better yet, ask the other party to help him write a word.

But when he actually saw it, he found that the words he had thought of in advance were useless.

I had to raise a hand tremblingly and make a gesture of please.

Ju An understood what he meant, and bowed his head slightly and gladly accepted the other party's invitation.

The two stood in a small shop, Liu Chunsheng explained to each other that there were some self-written words hanging on the wall, while Ju An kept nodding, sometimes putting forward some very pertinent opinions and ideas.

Liu Chunsheng gradually became less nervous.

It just rained last night, so it's not too hot today.

The willows in the city were touched by the wind, and the cicadas chirped on the tops, this city was so wonderful, Liu Chunsheng had such a feeling in his heart.

There are too many wonderful things, but if you want to remove the seconds and talk about beauty, you have to mention the Jing Dynasty.

The fluffy trees cast shadows under the scorching sun, and in the shadows stood two teenagers, a man and a woman.

The two stared at a nest of ants in the shadows, seemingly extremely bored.

Someone held a black sword in his hand, leaned on the ground at will, recalled carefully for a while, frowned, and looked at Lin Ying next to him, puzzled, "I remember that there was a flower when we came here last year, right?"

Lin Ying tilted his head and thought about it, then nodded slightly, and replied casually, "You remember correctly, it should have been taken away." ”

Someone shook his head slightly, still puzzled, and stood up and looked at the courtyard in front of him, which was not much different from where he lived in Xicheng, but the difference between this city and Sifang City was too big.

This place is the capital of the Jing Dynasty, like a brocade city.

He muttered to himself, "Even if it's taken away, there's no need to dig up all the roots." ”

Lin Ying was not angry when she heard this, and gritted her teeth and said, "You are endless! What does it have to do with you when people dig roots or pick flowers? Are you from a flower messenger?"

Of course, the man with the black sword was not worried about who had dug up the flower or uprooted it by the heavy rain, but about a young child who was squatting under the tree that day to look at the flowers.

After all, the original picture was too shocking and itchy, a teenager who had been trying to open the mountain for months without success came to a place, but saw that the other party only squatted under the big tree for a while and successfully opened the mountain, this kind of blow can be imagined.

Jealousy can't be said, it's just curious.

It was already past noon, and the boy should have helped his father go to the barracks to feed the horses, so naturally he would not suddenly come out of the yard.

The two people next to the big tree separated from Jiang Ming in Qi and refused the other party's idea of inviting them to the Qi palace as guests.

Although neither of them has ever entered the palace, they don't need tickets anyway, so it stands to reason that someone should go and see what they want.

It doesn't matter if Lin Ying goes or not, the main thing is to see Xu Changan. To say that he didn't want to go would be absolutely false, but even if a prince of the Qi Kingdom committed suicide with their group, even if Jiang Ming exonerated him, he couldn't guarantee that the King of Qi would do something with his brain pumping out in anger.

It's better not to go or not to go, with such a mentality, the three of them have been separated after entering the Qi country.

Jiang Ming knew what the two of them were thinking, but she didn't try to persuade anything, because she always felt that she would see each other again, and it wouldn't be too long.

Xu Changan stood in place, looking left and right, there are still some memories in this city.

I remember that there was a fortune teller in front of the tree. Poor fortune-telling, blessing burns incense. One for seeking, one for keeping.

But at that time, two poor young men and girls who jingled loudly even wanted to go to the gentleman to ask for money, which was really miserable.

Speaking of burning incense and worshiping the Buddha, I didn't see the monk occasionally passing by a temple, thinking about going in to burn an incense, kneeling down to worship which Buddha.

Now Xu Changan still has some money on him, and not only does he have no expenses when he comes out, but he also inexplicably earns more money. This kind of thing makes him happy just thinking about it, who makes all the amazing people he meets along the way?

Since the battle outside the city of Yingdu, the golden cakes sent by Wu Qitu have never changed places and have always been hidden in front of their chests, looking forward to when they can save their lives again.

Xu Changan's thought in Lin Ying's opinion is that he wants to die, isn't it that he wants someone to stab him in the chest?

However, the most important thing compared to money is that he has successfully opened the mountain and stayed in the initial realm, that is, the stage of opening the mountain realm.

The cultivation is slow and unforgiving, if it weren't for the experience of opening the mountain in those months that has been tempered, I am afraid that I would have already become impetuous.

The battle in Yingdu City was his first battle after becoming a cultivator, just as Lin Ying and Jiang Ming thought at that time, only after the actual battle could they better understand how to use the aura in their bodies.

The experience gained from that battle was invaluable, but along the way, he couldn't understand why he didn't use it as freely as everyone said.

Jiang Ming didn't know about this, and Lin Ying didn't understand the situation.

One is refining qi, the other is refining the body, and there are still many differences between aura cultivators and martial arts practitioners.

Xu Changan rubbed his eyebrows a little depressed, it seemed that he could only wait until he arrived in the capital and asked the gentleman again.

The movement of rubbing his eyebrows suddenly stopped, and he felt that his movement seemed to be very similar to a person, and it was not difficult to guess who he looked like.

Square length. Nan Vietnam, Lord Sword.

Xu Changan hurriedly shook his head as if he thought of some monster, how could he think of that sword saint with just one movement through that Taoist priest named Fang Chang?

A little helplessly, he said, "Sir, really can't beat the Sword Saint?"

Lin Ying held a spear in his hand, lowered his head and pondered, then shook his head slightly, and said angrily, "Can you not ask some nonsense all day long? Who has nothing to do when they are full? Lord Dean is not stupid, and Mr. Nine is not stupid!"

Along the way, Xu Changan didn't know how many times he asked this question, and every time Lin Ying thought carefully before answering, but the answer was the same every time.