The purple clothes were stained with a little dust, and the young mansion master, who was wearing new clothes, stopped in front of the gate of the Zhulu Academy. Qingxiu's little face still has the sleepiness of last night, and she can stay awake all night.

When you open the door of the college, you will be greeted with a strong New Year's atmosphere. On this street, red couplets and red spring cannons are endless.

Thinking about it, last night's Zhulu street was also very lively.

If it weren't for the fear that I would play the song too ostentatiously last night, I used the True Yuan Barrier. Perhaps the bustle of this street can be felt by everyone in the bookstore.

Qingxiu's little face was a little disappointed, and Shen Qingwen walked to the street not far in front of Zhulu Academy. The black beggar, as always, lies in the street. Looking at him who was asleep, Shen Qingwen was very curious about how he slept so peacefully under the traces left by the spring cannon.

Squatted down and patted him on the shoulder. With an impatient look on his dark face, the black beggar scolded Shen Qingwen in his sleep, then turned around and fell asleep again.

On the first day of the new year, he was greeted not with a warm greeting, but with a scolding from the sleeping beggar. This made Shen Qingwen, who was the master of the young mansion, very angry. Got up indignantly and glanced at the black beggar who was sleeping to death, Shen Qingwen resisted the urge to kick him in the early morning light. Rolling his eyes, he smiled slyly. He had an idea.

Flicking his purple sleeves, Shen Qingwen snorted coldly and turned to leave. The sun is shining, and the city is full of New Year's hopes. On the street, I happened to see a student who lived in Zhulu City. They looked at Shen Qingwen and wanted to say hello to him, but after thinking about it, they didn't seem to know what Shen Qingwen's surname was. After holding it for a long time, they had to call out softly.

Shen Qingwen nodded at them and asked them with a smile where there was a shop selling spring cannons. A student pointed to the west, and he knew that it was opposite the steamed bun shop in the west of the city.

Shen Qingwen hummed, thanked him, and strode towards the steamed bun shop in the west of the city.

Looking at the robed figure that was getting farther and farther away from them, the students looked at each other. In the past, Shen Qingwen gave them most of the images of the cold appearance of Fuqin. But for some reason, today's Master seems to be energetic and approachable.

Whether it's because of this new year, I don't know.

Zhulu Academy was originally close to the west of the city, and Shen Qingwen was not slow, and after a while, he stood in the place where spring cannons were still sold. The shopkeeper was a middle-aged man, and he was napping bored, and he saw a purple-robed figure in his sleepy eyes. Smelling the smell of business, he immediately came to his senses. With a smile on his face, he grinned and asked Childe what kind of spring cannon he wanted.

Shen Qingwen thought for a moment and smiled, he wanted the loudest and most ruthless kind of explosion. Oh yes. Shen Qingwen added, how much, how much.

Moved to tears, the owner of the spring cannon shop personally went out of the store, and saw this purple figure carrying a large bundle of spring cannons and walking on the street like a red spring cannon. The hand of the owner of the spring cannon shop who took the money was still trembling. I thought that there was indeed a Bodhisattva in this heaven, and I didn't lose my head last night, Bodhisattva, bless myself in heaven.

The bird that had just woken up and was about to look for food in the morning was stunned, the old rooster who was just about to crow stuck his throat and froze, and the old dog, who had yawned in the street, woke up immediately.

Without him, it was only because they saw a figure full of red spring cannons passing in front of them. Looking at the spring cannon people who walked away, the birds forgot to hunt, the old rooster forgot to crow, and the old dog lost sleep. They followed behind the Spring Cannon Man in groups, wanting to see which manure pit this Spring Cannon Man was going to blow up.

Bundles of spring cannons were spread around the black beggars in three layers inside and three layers outside. Shen Qingwen looked around, and a noodle restaurant that got up early caught his eye. Sitting in the noodle restaurant, Shen Qingwen asked for a bowl of noodles. While waiting for the meeting, Shen Qingwen chatted with the boss.

Shen Qingwen asked the boss if he knew what the sound of the New Year was. The boss who was fishing for noodles shook his head, and Shen Qingwen smiled with a smile in his eyes, saying that you will know later.

noodles were quickly served, and Shen Qingwen specially asked the boss to beat an egg on it. After taking a mouthful of noodles and eating eggs, Shen Qingwen called out to the boss who was in a trance. Under the puzzled gaze of the noodle shop owner, a flame burst out of Shen Qingwen's fingertips. The flames beat in the early morning, and in the next second, the flames burned white wires, and the spring cannon blew up the.

In the sound of firecrackers, the spring breeze sends warmth into Tusu.

Shen Qingwen sneered, looking at the black beggar who was jumping in the crackling spring cannon. I thought, the owner of this spring cannon shop is a real person, sighing at the rolling smoke, the brightness of the spring cannon, and the miserable screams of the black beggar.

Swords for heroes, flowers for beauties, snorting to listen to spring cannons, laughing at calling. On this side, Shen Qingwen is more and more fragrant the more he eats, and the shouts of the black beggars are becoming more and more heartbreaking.

This scene was really exciting, and Shen Qingwen couldn't help laughing.

When the smoke is full, smile at the deer street where the smoke is like the fairy mist in the nine heavens. Shen Qingwen put down the dishes and chopsticks, thinking that only this extraordinary growth could match this generation of immortals, the sound monster among the three monsters of Beishan, Ouyang Yin.

Holding his face with one hand, he squinted at the dark shadow approaching him. Yo, Shen Qingwen snorted. With fluffy black hair and tattered clothes, he is a real geek.

Holding back a smile, Shen Qingwen looked at the black beggar and asked with a smile, "Senior, do you eat noodles?"

"Okay," the black beggar nodded, and he sat opposite Shen Qingwen as if he couldn't do anything. After he ordered a bowl of noodles with the same noodles as Shen Qingwen, he smiled and showed his yellow teeth, and he said to Shen Qingwen: "Give you a bowl of noodles time, and run as far as you can." ”

"As soon as I was full, I didn't exercise. Shen Qingwen shook his head and smiled faintly. The appearance of this black beggar is really funny, "Your account must not be settled by me." ”

"Don't be complacent, you kid, I also have some skills as a beggar. There is still a way to get this money on credit. The black beggar glanced at Shen Qingwen, full of disdain.

Shen Qingwen snorted, took out a finger, and shook it in front of the black beggar, "The monk is most afraid of cause and effect. Thinking of a great immortal like you, you are even more afraid of cause and effect in the mortal world. Do you think I would believe that an immortal like you would produce a bowl of noodles and a mortal fruit?"

"It's not a loss, it's the young master of the Shen Mansion, what you know is more. The black beggar nodded very seriously, and scolded Shen Qingwen in his heart.

"The seniors praised it falsely," Shen Qingwen shook his head very modestly and raised his eyebrows, "The juniors can settle this account for you, but the juniors have to give the juniors some guidance." ”

"Yo, there are still things you don't know," the black beggar glanced at Shen Qingwen, and replied in a strange manner: "The young master of the Shen Mansion, you know astronomy and geography below." How can I, a beggar, know even what you don't know? You say yes, Lord Shenfu. ”

"It is said that immortals are generally arrogant, but I don't think so. Shen Qingwen sighed a few times and said very seriously: "Look at your old age, you are a generation of sound immortals, and you can still be so humble." The younger generation really admires it, but the younger generation is really shy in this bag, so I won't embarrass you. ”

After speaking, Shen Qingwen got up and prepared to leave.

The black beggar stopped him, and Shen Qingwen smiled smugly and sat down again.

"Ask, what's the matter? The black beggar's black face was iron-blue, and he sighed very gloomily, and did not forget to mutter: "I really ate dog shit today." ”

As soon as the words fell, the boss brought the noodles. The white soup floats white noodles, and chopped green onions are used as garnishes. Looking at this innocent noodle soup, Shen Qingwen really couldn't help laughing. The face of the black beggar was also blue and red at this time. The mobile phone is holding chopsticks, and he can't eat it, and if he doesn't eat it, it's a real loss.

Knocking on the dishes and chopsticks with a heavy burden, he shouted at Shen Qingwen angrily: "The lord of a dignified mansion, how can he have such a foreign appearance on the street, what kind of system!"

Shen Qingwen couldn't hold back a smile, he looked at the black beggar's face, which was neither black nor red, and couldn't help laughing out loud. Holding his stomach, he really couldn't laugh anymore.

As for the black beggar, seeing Shen Qingwen's rogue appearance, he had no choice but to bow his head and eat noodles in a muffled voice.

"Okay, okay, let's get down to business. ”

When he laughed enough, the black beggar's noodles were eaten. Shen Qingwen straightened his waist and said to the black beggar seriously: "The story that the seniors told last time was very interesting to the juniors. After turning it over and over again, I thought about it for a long time, is the sword immortal that my predecessor said last time, is it Shen Zizhou, that is, my grandfather. The fox that worships under the Sword Immortal Gate is not called Fox Jiuli. ”

"If Shen Zizhou hadn't died, he would have known that his grandson had asked others about his deeds. Do you think he'll sacrifice you to heaven in a fit of rage?" replied the black beggar, shaking his head. After burping and picking his teeth, he continued: "Shen Zizhou has taken in a fox apprentice, but I don't know what her name is. I only know that the little fox took advantage of the loopholes for the previous generation of monks in order to protect a miracle medicine, and pressed under the big array of this academy, and it has been a hundred years. ”

"The Great Array of the Academy, why did I search the entire Zhulu Academy, but I didn't find any signs of the formation. Shen Qingwen frowned and asked in a low voice.

Glancing in the direction of Zhulu Academy, the black beggar smiled faintly. He stretched out his head and said to Shen Qingwen, "You really want to know?"

Shen Qingwen nodded.

The black beggar also nodded, pointing to the gate not far from them, and he replied with a smile, "You might as well go and ask them." ”

They......?

Shen Qingwen was puzzled, looking in the direction pointed by the black beggar. After seeing who the black beggar was referring to, Shen Qingwen gasped. The door is the gate of Zhulu Academy, and Shen Qingwen is familiar with it. But the people standing under the gate of the academy are more familiar to Shen Qingwen.

Glaring at the black beggar, Shen Qingwen threw down a sentence to count you ruthlessly, and turned around and ran towards the city. As soon as the black beggar saw that Shen Qingwen had run away without settling the bill, he shouted that the thief who had just released the spring cannon had run to the city.

The three fairies standing in front of the courtyard listened to the words of the black beggar, and then looked at the purple back that was still moving in front of them, and they looked at each other and smiled. In the three pairs of beautiful eyes, there is coldness.

The black beggar Coke who was sitting on the stool with Erlang's legs crossed was gone. He smiled and asked the boss, show you a good show, can you count it as settlement money.

The boss smiled and shook his head, and the black beggar's face darkened again.

It's worse than eating shit, the black beggar thought.