Jiumu sighed when he heard it, it is really a scripture that is difficult to read, and the immortal family can't escape the heat and coldness of this world......

Unexpectedly, Senior Brother Mortal is such a pitiful person......

is obviously an unattainable dragon son and grandson, but he feels that he is not as good as a mortal.

The immortal family is eternal, the face is not decaying, and all living beings have birth, old age, sickness and death, so a person's life, no matter how long or short, is the best to live openly and sincerely without regrets.

......

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The two left the small sea of flowers, and Jiumu calculated that it was still early, so he pulled Wushuang and wanted to go to the prosperous market in the world for a turn.

Wushuang felt that this matter was inappropriate, and since he ran out secretly, he should hurry back and not stay here for long.

Jiumu begged him unrelentingly,

"Senior Brother mortal, I finally came to the mortal world once, I just looked at this wasteland and weeds, isn't it in vain, you take me to another place to take a look, in this way, I will not come to this world in vain. ”

"Senior Brother Mortal?"

"Senior Brother Wushuang?"

"Eighth Senior Brother?"

Wushuang let out a long sigh, but he really couldn't twist her, so he reluctantly agreed, "But, there are words first, Xiao Jiu will listen to my arrangements for everything, and you can't go around in the land of right and wrong in the world." ”

Jiumu raised his two fingers to his head and put his two fingers together: "Okay, good, I promise you, never run around." ”

Wushuang stretched out his hand and pinched it, and suddenly a blue light appeared, and in an instant, Jiumu turned into a little Langjun, "Change to a man's body, it is convenient to go to the street, and there is less trouble." ”

Jiumu touched his hair that was tied up, then looked down at his current outfit, turned around, and said, "My aunt also said that when a woman goes out, everything is simple, and the mortal senior brother is really thoughtful." ”

Wushuang looked her up and down, and was very satisfied with her masterpiece, so he nodded, and had the momentum of being a landlord, "Let's go, this vine city is indeed a pleasant scenery, I will take you to see it." After saying that, he carried Jiumu away.

Since childhood, Jiumu has seen the scenery of the landscape, the clouds and mist, the thousands of miles of cherry blossoms, and the ten-mile long forest, but he has never seen the market, the hawking of the streets and alleys, and the bustling crowd.

Senior Brother Mortal is right, Mancheng is indeed a good place.

Looking at this ten-mile long street, the lights are bright, the people who come and go are endless, the voices of people are boiling in all directions, and the pedestrian aisles are full of traffic.

The gadgets in front of the stall of the merchants, the workmanship is fine and delicate, the rock sugar gourd inserted on the Pu dough, the strings of red, the small sugar man made of sugar mud, the vivid shadow, the hot meat buns in front of the shop, the bulging, the pieces of soft osmanthus cake, the fragrance is elegant, and the roasted golden roast duck hooks people's taste buds......

Jiumu shuttled through this novel world, walking and stopping, sometimes taking a small piece to play, sometimes pinching a piece of crispy fruit to offer, sometimes picking up a mask to wear, every time she took it, the vendor on the stall would ask her for silver taels.

She had never seen silver or money, and every now and then, Wushuang took out the money bag from her sleeve and handed it to the merchant and vendor, and then they were all happy.

Jiu Mu stared at the money bag in his handsless hands and said, "Senior Brother Mortal, I see that your bag of silver is indeed a good thing, and it can be exchanged for anything, so why don't you give me some of it, and I will keep it in case I need it." ”

Wushuang smiled, as far as she has a heartless temperament, she has given too much, and most of them will be lost, Wushuang satisfied her curiosity, so she took out a small piece of silver from the money bag, and rewarded the child with New Year's money and put it in her hand, "See that you are still obedient, then I will reward you with a piece of broken silver." ”

Jiumu took the small piece of broken silver, and looked left and right at a small stone, since everyone in the mortal world likes it, then this is the top grade, she said happily to Wushuang, "In this way, I am also a rich man." ”

Wushuang smiled, but just a tael of silver, she actually regarded it as a baby, so optimistic to accept, it is a hundred times better than the children in the world, Wushuang held back the tears that were about to laugh, and said, "Let's go, there is a nice teahouse in front, let's go and rest." ”

At the door of the teahouse, Jiumu looked up at the teahouse plaque, which also had the word "Fangrong", and remembered that Wushuang had just said that his deceased mother ran a teahouse during her lifetime.

Isn't this teahouse?

Sure enough, I saw Wushuang looking at the plaque and silently chanted, "More than 2,000 years have passed, this teahouse has been renovated, renovated, and passed down for unknown generations. ”

"In the past, my mother relied on this teahouse to make a living, and she maintained her livelihood to support me, and in this teahouse, there is the breath left by my mother. ”

Jiumu watched Wushuang raise his eyes and wander, and said, "Senior Brother Mortal, let's go in." ”

"Let's go, let's go in. ”

Seeing that the first floor was already full, the young man in the teahouse beckoned him to go to the second floor, also known as "one more floor".

Sure enough, it is a higher level, high-end atmosphere, fenced on all sides, and enjoying the surrounding small scenery from the air, which is also good.

The young man led the two of them to a private seat, put a strip of white cloth on his body, and asked, "Two little boys, what kind of tea do you want to taste?"

"What tea do you have here?" said Kugi as he slowly sat down.

The young man wiped the table while singing the newspaper, "Our store has the best Longjing, Huiming, Biluochun, Zicha, Xianhao, Tieguanyin, Yinzhen, Huangya, Daqingye, Maojian, Kung Fu, Zhuyeqing, I don't know which one you want to drink?"

The young man said a slippery mouth, as if he was slipping away, Jiumu heard it in a fog, he never knew that there were so many kinds of tea, he couldn't help but admire the young man's eloquence, and praised again and again, "The young man is so good, but I don't remember any of what you said." ”

The young man smiled, "I'm afraid this is the first time for the little boy." ”

"The first time, the first time. ”

Wushuang shook his head and smiled, and said with ease, "Then bring your best Hui Ming Chunjue here." ”

The young man said loudly, "Eh, it's good, the son has good taste." After saying that, he went to prepare tea like a smoke.

Holding his head, Jiu Mu asked, "Senior Brother Mortal often comes here?"

Wushuang straightened his clothes and said, "Every time I go down to earth, I will come here to sit." ”

The young man's hands and feet were really clever, and while he was talking, he brought a pot of Hui Mingchun up, "Two sons, your tea." ”

The young man skillfully put the white porcelain teapot on the wooden sandalwood on the table, and put the washed teacup on the table, and a clear stream from the jade pot to the teacup, revealing a burst of fragrance in the blue liquid.