On the other side of the river where Chen Wuji and the others couldn't see, Xu Qingzheng was squatting in front of a stall.

The owner of the stall was not a young and beautiful girl, but an old man with a wrinkled face.

He sells oil-paper umbrellas.

There are two kinds of oil-paper umbrellas sold by the elderly, one is already made and the other is freshly made.

It is said to be freshly made, but in fact, it is to draw the pattern that the guest wants on the umbrella surface.

Xu Qing chose a freshly made oil-paper umbrella.

It's not easy to come out and set up a stall at such an old age. Xu Qing chose the second option, because the freshly made oil-paper umbrella is more expensive.

As for why Xu Qing didn't buy all the oil-paper umbrellas on the stall, it wasn't because he didn't have enough money, but he felt that these oil-paper umbrellas were very exquisite, and the old man with such craftsmanship probably didn't want to be pitied.

The old man is a craftsman.

He should not only live, but also live with dignity.

The elderly come out to set up stalls, and few people choose freshly made oil-paper umbrellas because they are too expensive.

He asked, "I don't know what pattern you want to draw?"

Xu Qing smiled, looked at the bridge not far away, and said: "There is a bridge in front of me, which reminds me of the broken bridge in the West Lake, so you can draw a picture of the broken bridge and the remnant snow." ”

The old man's eyes showed a hint of nostalgia, and he said: "I won't tell you, I have really been to the West Lake and seen the broken bridge." ”

Xu Qing smiled and said, "You won't have the surname Xu." ”

The old man waved his hand and said: "My surname is Wu, Dao Chang, I see that you are neatly dressed and have an extraordinary demeanor, it is not like you came out to buy things, and now it is almost evening, it is the time when the adults haunt Tianxianglou, I think you are going to Tianxianglou to eat and drink, I will not delay your time, hurry up and do it for you." ”

Xu Qing couldn't help but be surprised, it's not a lie that people are old and well.

He said casually: "Old man, you guessed accurately, but I am a Taoist priest to go to Tianxiang Tower, don't you seem strange?"

The old man began to mix colors, he was so skillful that he almost didn't need to look at it, and replied to Xu Qingdao: "I have also seen a monk go to Tianxianglou." For example, in the Lanruo Temple outside the city, the monks inside often come to Tianxianglou. But when it comes to doing things, who knows if anything else has been done?"

Xu Qing smiled and said nothing, it was not easy to ask too much detail.

On the other hand, Lanruo Temple attracted Xu Qing's attention, and it could be the Lanruo Temple of a Chinese Ghost Story.

Since there are still monks inside, it is naturally not occupied by demons.

You can go shopping another day.

The old man seemed to be opened into a chatterbox, and said, "Actually, I occasionally go to Tianxianglou." ”

Xu Qing praised: "I don't see it, your old man is still ambitious." ”

The old man shook his head, and he said, "Where do I still have energy, I just like to listen to the Huanhuan girl in Tianxianglou singing." She is a Qing person, and she doesn't sell her body. ”

Xu Qing smiled: "It's me who is vulgar." ”

The old man carried the pen like flying, and after a while, there was a vivid picture of the broken bridge and remnant snow on the oil paper.

Although it is not as good as the works of famous artists, it is also better than ordinary painters.

After the old man finished drawing, he was a little out of breath.

He accepted Xu Qing's money, disposed of the oil-paper umbrella and handed it to him, sighing: "It's really old." ”

Xu Qing smiled and said: "Birth, old age, sickness and death, it is normal for people, but I see that your old man is blessed, and he will be able to make a small fortune immediately." ”

The old man said curiously: "The Taoist can still look at the face?"

Xu Qing smiled lightly and said, "I will watch the sky, it will rain soon." ”

The old man looked at the sky, and there were no clouds, and he said, "It doesn't look like it's going to rain." ”

Xu Qing said leisurely: "You believe me, it's always right, prepare to play an umbrella, don't get caught in the rain when you sell umbrellas later." ”

Seeing that Xu Qing was sure of what he said, the old man couldn't help but believe it, he hurriedly took out a piece of oilcloth and said, "If it really rains, the ink of the umbrella will be washed away." I'll wrap it up for you. ”

The ink he matched dries as soon as the pen is dropped, but it is easy to spend when it encounters water immediately.

Xu Qing waved his hand and said, "I can't wash it away." ”

He walked forward, seemingly slowly, and quickly disappeared into the bustling crowd.

Suddenly, there was a thunderclap and heavy rain began to fall.

The rain came quite suddenly.

The old man hurriedly raised his umbrella and was stunned, "It's really raining." ”

This rain came strangely, and it fell in a radius of two miles.

The old man didn't have time to think about it, many people had already come to buy umbrellas, and they were sold out in a short time.

It was raining, and Xu Qing didn't have an umbrella.

He travels like a dragon king, accompanied by wind and rain.

This rain was originally summoned by him with dragon scales.

When it rains, it's just for an old man to sell his umbrella.

He wanted to do it, so he did.

Xu Qing approached Tianxiang Building and did not go up.

In the sound of wind and rain, there is also the sound of the piano.

This piano sound has a kind of magic, which can arouse people's seven emotions and six desires, making people happy and worrying. Xu Qing is very sensitive to seven emotions and six desires, so he can easily perceive the special sound of the piano.

The person playing the harp upstairs is supposed to be a monk.

And he's not a righteous monk.

Xu Qing thought to himself, "Could it be that there is no good feast and no good feast." ”

He wasn't going to rush up, he had money and didn't lack this meal.

It's a pity that he didn't carry the piano with him, otherwise he would play a pure heart and good mantra, and it is estimated that this guy who is performing magic skills and playing the piano is afraid that he will immediately go mad and vomit three liters of blood.

He thought about it, anyway, this place is not far from home, he threw the old wooden fish into the river next to him, and said softly: "Go back and ask the eunuch to bring me the qin." ”

The old wooden fish immediately drilled into the river, and performed a water escape, so that it was not easy to be detected by the monks in the Tianxiang Building, and after a section of waterway, the old wooden fish rose from the river to the sky, and soon arrived at the courtyard of the Xu family.

"Eunuch girl, quickly take the master's qin to Tianxianglou, the master wants to fight with the demon monks. ”

The voice of the old wooden fish came to the ears of the eunuch. It had followed the Blood Monk for many years, and it had also sensed the aura of the Demon Dao Monk of Tianxianglou.

The eunuch was shocked.

"Oh, Childe went to the kiln, did he wander into the devil's cave?"

"It's bad luck. ”

She's talking about the demonic monk.

When Xu Qing was waiting for the eunuch to arrive, the sound of the piano was lingering in Tianxiang Tower. Chen Wuji and Hu Dahai seemed to be drunk, and took drunken steps in the building.

The prefect drank the wine unhurriedly, he finished a glass and said, "Huanhuan girl, who made you unhappy, actually let you use the Heavenly Demon Skill." ”

Huan Huan sighed softly through the curtain: "There are people from the Qingcheng faction nearby. ”

Her voice was so soft that it seemed to be the morning dawn wind, and she said, "Your Excellency, come out." ”

There was a dull sound of footsteps in the stairwell.

But I saw a Facebook student, carrying a broadsword on his back, and appeared at the staircase.

When he saw Chen Wuji and the others who were walking drunk and unconscious, he couldn't help frowning, and he said, "It's best not to involve mortals in the affairs of cultivators. ”

"Your rules and regulations are of no use to us. It just so happened that the sect leader asked me to grab a disciple of the righteous path and ask, what big things have you been plotting for the past two days. What's more, you're still from the Qingcheng faction, and I can't let you go. ”

"I'm afraid you've found the wrong person. Fang Facebook smiled coldly.

With a finger, the broadsword behind his back flew out, forming a sword circle in an instant, shattering the curtain and surrounding the Qingqi people who played the piano.

The prefect clapped his hands on the side and smiled: "A good move is a sword to return to Wuji, and there will be no more than ten people in the Qingcheng faction who can use this move." ”