The storyteller was talking about spittle, and from time to time he would get up and wave the waking wood.

"Smack!"

Who dares to make a noise? Only the storyteller!

And the officials in front of his table also listened to it with relish, and from time to time they would applaud and cheer.

Occasionally, of course, one or two people would take a few copper plates out of their bosoms and throw them into a small porcelain bowl on the table.

Xuanyi also thinks that what the storyteller said is good, but he is a little absent-minded.

No wonder the little beggar had always told himself, "This storyteller is talking about how vivid and fascinating it is."

But in fact, after all, Xuanyi had gone out of the mountain with his master to experience a few times, and he could be regarded as having seen some earthly scenes.

I have seen a lot of storytellers like the one in front of me, but at that time, he didn't have much interest in it.

And at this time, the reason why I feel special, more reason, is just love the house and Wu.

Little beggar, where the hell have you been?

If you just go somewhere else to make a living, it's fine.

But since you have already left me these manuscript papers, it should not be too much to leave me a letter telling me your whereabouts, right?

Now I can't find it like this, and I am worried about you, I think you are only afraid that you are taking revenge on me, and you have not come to you for more than two years.

The fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy is a little melancholy at the moment.

Because it was already afternoon when Xuan Yi found here, when he sat on the big stone and was stunned for a while, the sky had gradually darkened.

And the storytelling industry, in fact, is the same as the peasant, the sunrise and sunset, seeing that there are fewer and fewer spectators at the table, the old storyteller decided to pack up his things and go home.

And this old gentleman had actually noticed Xuanyi sitting not far from the wooden table.

As for those who do their job, they have always respected these cultivators, no matter whether the other party is a true immortal or a false god, in short, it will not be wrong to take care of them.

Therefore, if they see this kind of person on weekdays, they will usually take the initiative to come forward and talk to them.

So, after packing up the few storytelling items, the storyteller walked directly to Xuanyi, and asked with a smile in a voice that had become a little hoarse: "Xiaodao chief, do you have something on your mind?"

Xuan Yi raised his head, glanced at the old storyteller, smiled reluctantly, and replied, "Yes, old man." ”

The old storyteller didn't shy away from anything, so he directly moved the stool he used to tell the story, put it in front of Xuanyi, and sat down.

"Thinking of people?"

Xuanyi tilted his head and thought about it, then nodded.

"Then I must be thinking about which girl, I just don't know, whose girl can have such good luck, and be thought of by this handsome boy in front of me!"

Xuan Yi was amused by the storyteller's words, so he said with a little joke in his tone: "Old man, how do you know that I am just thinking about the girl? You see that I am a cultivator, and I am also walking the road to heaven, shouldn't I be thinking about how to practice? How to climb to the top of the avenue? How can I think of a woman?"

Maybe even Xuan Yi himself didn't realize that his taciturn would change a lot because he just came to the place where she used to be.

The old man smiled "hehe" and said, "The old man has been mixed up for most of his life, and every time he sees you Taoists, he will come up and talk to him." Of course, whether people are willing to deal with me as an old man is another question, and we won't talk about it here. ”

"Therefore, for those Taoists who are willing to deal with the old man, I will ask them a question at the end of a few warm words with them and ask them some things about the immortals. ”

"What do you immortals think about love in the world?"

"Oh?" Hearing this, Xuanyi was visibly interested.

"Guess what, Chief?" Perhaps because of the perennial storytelling, the old gentleman deliberately sold a pass.

Xuan Yi smiled and said cooperatively: "Please also ask Mr. to solve your doubts." ”

The old storyteller took out a wine gourd, took a sip of wine, smashed it, and said to himself: "Hey, I was adrift for the first half of my life, and I was really pitiful! ”

Then, I saw him look at Xuanyi, handed over the wine jug, and said with a smile: "Do you want to take a sip?"

Xuanyi smiled and shook his head, but he didn't urge.

The old man took another big sip and burped before he continued: "Then the old man discovered something quite interesting. ”

"Those who say what they say, 'As a cultivator, you naturally have to be pure in heart and have few desires, no desires and no desires, how can you involve the love of the world and provoke cause and effect for yourself?' are the most false, and the words that come out of their mouths are not true!"

When the old man was young, when he heard these words, he would still feel that it made sense, and he thought that he was not a person among the gods! He saw the problem more thoroughly than us ordinary people! Moreover, cultivators should be like this, and only in this way could they reflect their differences. ”

"What is the result? In the end, I found out that most of those people who seemed to be the most virtuous and unpredictable when they spoke were actually some fake immortals who made a living by cheating!

"Oh, what do you say?"

The old man probably thought of something, smiled a little embarrassedly, and then continued: "When Xiao Lao'er was young, he believed in these things, so every time he met those Taoists, he would spend a little money or two to let people calculate fortune and fortune for me. ”

"Going around and around, every time I meet those Taoist priests who are full of Taoism, the little old man spends money, and after letting them show me, most of the things I finally hear are naturally some good words, 'I see that you are full of heaven and rich and profound, although you are ordinary now, but you will definitely soar to the sky in the future'." ”

"Of course, occasionally they will say something bad, so that they can cheat the money: 'I see that your Yin Tang is black, and I am afraid that you will be haunted by bad luck recently, and I still have a doom talisman left here, for the sake of you and me, I will accept you five taels of silver'...... And so on and so forth. ”

"The content and number of ways to speak are basically the same, and the old man has thought about a question before, whether they are all taught by a master, otherwise how can they all speak in their mouths, it seems that they are not the same!"

"However, you said that what you said was almost the same, let's just buy an auspicious word, and we also thought about the past in our hearts, right? However, those fake immortals have been bumped into by the old man several times, and what they have done is even more shameful!"

The old gentleman said in a somewhat indignant tone: "Those Taoist people who are neatly dressed during the day, wear Taoist robes, and give fortunes and fortunes everywhere, at night, after changing their clothes, they are no longer him!

"Is that really the case?" said Xuanyi in disbelief.

"Can the old man still deceive the little Taoist? If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, the old man wouldn't have believed it!"

Speaking of this, Mr. Storyteller suddenly changed his tone and continued: "On the contrary, it is those Dao Elder Immortal Masters who are not conspicuous on weekdays who are most likely to be real immortals!"

At this time, Xuan Yi had been completely aroused by the old man, so he naturally asked, "Old man, what is the explanation of this?"

The old man took another sip of wine and said with some reminiscence: "The old man has really met an old immortal before, think about it carefully, it has been about thirty or forty years since now. ”

"At that time, Xiao Lao'er wanted to take a boat to Jinju because of some things, and he met an old immortal on the boat. ”

"However, because of what he saw and heard before, the old man was not very enthusiastic about the old immortal at that time, so that when he thinks about it now, he still regrets it a little. ”