When the people around him were almost gone, Mr. Storyteller walked directly in front of Xuan Yi and the others, and first saluted Xuan Yi with a fist: "Little Lao'er has seen the immortal!"

Xuanyi waved his hand and said, "The old gentleman is polite." ”

Then, the old man looked at the agarwood again, and said with a smile in his mouth: "Little agarwood, I haven't seen you for a long time, I don't know if you miss the book that the old man said?"

Agarwood nodded a little excitedly, and replied in his mouth: "Naturally, I thought about it! I haven't heard of you talking about books for so long, and I feel like I can't even eat!"

The storyteller laughed and teased, "Is it really that exaggerated?"

Agarwood nodded again and again, and said with a determined face: "That's nature!"

Unexpectedly, Xuan Yi ruthlessly debunked on the side: "The amount of food has indeed decreased, I used to eat three bowls at a time, but now I can only eat two and a half bowls." ”

Agarwood turned his head, glanced at Xuan Yi angrily, and then looked at Mr. Storyteller, and explained: "Storyteller Grandpa, don't listen to this little Taoist nonsense, just now I made a strong proposal to come to you, otherwise, I don't know when I will be inked by him!"

"That's a good feeling!" said the storyteller with a smile.

"Little Immortal Chief, I don't know if I can enjoy my face today and sit in the old man's humble house?" the storyteller looked at Xuanyi and suddenly spoke.

"This ......" Xuan Yi wanted to refuse, but when he saw the look of hope in the storyteller's eyes, he thought that he and the little beggar really didn't need to hurry up.

So, Xuan nodded and agreed with a smile: "Then it will trouble the old man." ”

The storyteller hurriedly said: "Don't bother, don't bother, little fairy, you can be a guest at the cold house, I'm too late to be happy!"

Agarwood pouted on the side, and said half-jokingly: "Storyteller, aren't you welcome me?"

This storyteller does not lose that he eats with his mouth, and his speech is naturally not leaky, but I saw him say:

"Eh, little agarwood, this is different!

The little fairy is a guest, and I, as the host, must be more polite.

As for you, but I have watched grow up in the past few years, and I can be regarded as half of my family.

Old man, I'm used to being alone, I usually get sick or something, and many times you serve me before and after, if you don't want to be taken care of by the old man, maybe we will become real grandchildren now.

Now, if I were so polite to you, wouldn't it be too foreign?

Of course, no matter which of you comes to my house, I welcome you!"

Agarwood smiled, stepped forward and grabbed the sleeve of the storyteller, and said, "Storyteller, let's go quickly, don't care about this stupid Taoist priest behind!"

The storyteller laughed and promised, "Okay!"

Xuan Yi smiled helplessly, so he had to follow behind the two of them, and under the leadership of Mr. Storyteller, he walked to his house.

All the way through the streets and alleys, it took two teas, and the group of three turned into a slightly narrow alley.

Until they reached the end of the alley, they stopped in front of a one-man high courtyard gate, and the storyteller smiled and said, "It's here!"

From the top of the courtyard gate, hang down a gourd vine, on which has a mature yellow gourd, round up and down, the size is distinct, the quality is very good.

After entering the door, the living room where the storyteller was located was indeed not very large, only a few bungalows, but the courtyard in front was quite spacious.

There is a small vegetable patch in the yard, but because it is late autumn at this time, the vegetable patch looks bare.

Next to the vegetable field, there is a small piece of autumn chrysanthemum that I don't know what varieties there are, red, white, purple and yellow, and it is blooming.

On both sides of the courtyard gate, there is a plum tree with leaves, which exudes a faint fragrance from the petals, and they can smell it from afar.

Just in front of the left side of the courtyard, there is a flat-bottomed well, which is pressed with a wooden board at the mouth of the well to prevent dust from polluting the water source.

Xuan Yi looked at the layout of this small courtyard and praised it sincerely: "Old man, this courtyard is well arranged by you, which makes people look comfortable, I believe that living in it must be a very pleasant thing!"

The storyteller laughed, waved his hand and said, "Little Immortal, you are polite, I am just an ordinary courtyard, how can it compare to those caves and blessed places where you are, Little Immortal!"

Besides, the old man and I don't have a family, so I have to fiddle with these flowers and plants to make life not too boring. ”

Xuanyi shook his head and said with a smile in his mouth: "Actually, there is no big difference!"

Agarwood glanced at the two of them on the side, and said angrily: "The two of you, why are you just like those literati and, you are touting and being modest at every turn." ”

Xuan Yi laughed dumbly, and replied: "You have wronged me, everything I just said is the truth!"

Agarwood didn't say anything, and Mr. Storyteller led the two of them into the house.

After settling down, the old storyteller was ready to make tea for the two of them.

Unexpectedly, Agarwood got up directly and said: "Storyteller grandpa, how can I trouble you to be busy, didn't you just say that I am half of your family? Then let's entertain the little Taoist as a guest together." ”

The storyteller hesitated slightly, but finally agreed with Agarwood's statement.

In order not to embarrass the storyteller, Xuanyi had to sit there all the time, drinking tea while secretly cultivating.

In the autumn season, the days were already short, and it was already afternoon when Xuan Yi and the others went to find the storyteller, so it didn't take long for the sky to get dark.

By the time Mr. Storyteller and Agarwood picked up the food on the table, the room was already a little difficult to see.

So, the storyteller prepared to light the candle and act as a light.

Unexpectedly, Xuan Yi stopped the storyteller's actions, only to see him take out a talisman from his cuff, and after reciting the spell silently, he threw it directly into the air, and the talisman also floated directly upward.

As soon as it reached the rooftop, the talisman immediately emitted a soft glow, illuminating the house!

Mr. Storyteller and Agarwood looked surprised, but because they knew that this was a fairy method that they couldn't understand, they didn't ask too much.

The food on the table is quite sumptuous, six dishes and one soup, there are meat and vegetarian, all of which are home-cooked tastes, and a few people eat quite happily.

Xuan Yi picked up a piece of braised pork, put it in his mouth, smashed it, and asked with a smile: "Is today's meal made by you, old man, or by a little beggar?" If it is made by a little beggar, maybe I will be able to have more mouthfuls in the future." ”

Agarwood wrapped rice in his mouth, and said a little vaguely: "I will also do it, but it is not as fragrant as the storyteller grandpa made." ”

Mr. Storyteller said on the side: "All these I make are just some home-cooked dishes, as long as you contact more often, anyone can make this taste." ”

Xuanyi shook his head and said with a smile: "Fei Ye, my master once said to me, 'There is no difference between giving birth to children, and each leaf is spring and autumn', so ah, although this is just a few home-cooked dishes, it is also made by all kinds of people, and there will be all kinds of flavors." ”

The storyteller smiled, and said: "Little immortal, you are a person among the immortals, so you will naturally exhaust these truths, ordinary people like me, as long as you think it is delicious, it is enough!"

Hearing this, Xuan Yi suddenly remembered something and asked, "I wonder if the old gentleman has taken my pill, has there been any changes in his body in the past six months?"

Hearing Xuan Yi ask himself this question, Mr. Storyteller said with some excitement in his words:

"Speaking of which, I have to thank you, little fairy!

These days, since I took the pill you gave, my body has been constantly improving, and even the gray hair on my head has rejuvenated. ”

Xuan Yi smiled slightly, and said: "Fate, old man, you don't need to be too grateful. ”

In fact, the reason why Xuanyi asked the storyteller this question was only because the specific effect of the pill that was given away by Xuanyi was and whether there would be any minor side effects, Xuanyi didn't know anything.

Xuanyi had only heard one of his senior brothers say that this blood-invigorating pill had the effect of prolonging life for ordinary people.

Of course, even if there will be a little side effect, it can be ignored, otherwise Xuanyi would not be able to give it away easily.