"No, I don't agree. ”

The shopkeeper's righteous words refused: "As a qualified Party B, we must strictly implement the agreement specifications in accordance with Party A's wishes, and my task is to send this kid to participate in the chivalrous qualification assessment, not to take this kid to join your gang of organizations that don't know what to do to do some angry things." ”

After learning the identity of Guo Xiaodao, the bitter gourd Taoist and the Qingzhu Taoist summed it up and decided to send the famous good man on the rivers and lakes, the bitter gourd Taoist to negotiate with the shopkeeper, but the shopkeeper's stubborn adherence to the contract was not let go, and the bitter gourd Taoist showed his years of experience in pulling and persuading the fight, and was stunned that he could not break through the shopkeeper's line of defense.

Outside the city, Ning Shisanyi was buttoned up in a cloak, wearing a hat and dressed as a coachman, squatting in the coachman's position with a horsewhip in his hand, looking at the shopkeeper not far away and the bitter gourd Taoist-for-tat, while the knife and the wild thieves did not have that interest, these wild thieves were still immersed in the soft bedding and delicious meals last night and did not extricate themselves, you must know that they had never enjoyed this kind of high-end treatment in their lives, and there was a "soft sleeper" piled up of weeds in the wilderness It's the top bed, and as for food, there are a lot of rat beasts in the wilderness, but they don't have the ability to cook ordinary ingredients into a way that others can't afford to eat.

Guo Xiaodao and Bai Xiaosheng sat in the carriage and did not move, and they didn't know what the two were doing in the carriage.

"Ha~" Mo Xiaoxiao yawned with tears in the corners of his eyes, last night because he was too excited, Mo Xiaoxiao used all the petals in his room, and tossed until the second half of the night before falling asleep, not unaware of the movement of the shopkeeper and others outside the door, but Mo Xiaoxiao was very smart and did not join in the fun, after all, his own affairs were troublesome enough, and Mo Xiaoxiao didn't want to make any more troubles before the Mo family's affairs were resolved.

"Where did these guys come from?" Mo Xiaoxiao wiped the corners of his eyes, and glanced at Mr. Umbrella, Qingzhu Daoren, who was not far away, and the bitter gourd Daoist who was having a live debate with the shopkeeper.

"Children are free. The bitter gourd Taoist said bitterly: "Think about it, this child has lived until now, half a young man, and he doesn't know who his biological father is, how miserable it is, and he lives in a state of confusion and ignorance, is this really good?"

"Less. The shopkeeper's hands were clasped and his eyes rolled: "I don't know who my father and mother are in the world, and I know that under the walls of Songmen City, I don't know what my surname is, and where I live, there is still a surplus around the city wall, in contrast, this kid is not worried about eating and drinking, and there is a country man who thinks about his uncle, who is happy enough." ”

"But don't you think this kid should choose for himself in this matter?" Bitter Gourd Daoren's voice gradually raised: "Does the future of people have to be decided by others?"

The sound is not loud, but it is extremely rich, and even due to the unique fluctuations of the sound emitted, the surrounding grass and trees are swaying, obviously the bitter gourd Taoist has put a lot of effort into this sentence.

The shopkeeper sneered: "You old boy, you look honest, but you have a lot of ghost thoughts." ”

The last sentence of the bitter gourd Taoist deliberately injected some of his own qi and blood power as a blessing, making his voice more penetrating and thicker, although it was not as good as the chief auctioneer who was full of gold and jade, which was similar to blowing qi, but it also touched the edge of the way of sound gong to some extent.

However, this is not useful for the shopkeeper, when the power of qi and blood was not yet prevalent, all kinds of mental and internal skills on the rivers and lakes were strange, and there were many Jianghu guests who specialized in the way of sound gong, such as the lion's roar and other kung fu shopkeepers, but he did not intend to go toe-to-toe with this Taoist priest with a bitter face, on the one hand, although the shopkeeper was young, but he was still an old monster who lived for I don't know how long, looking at these later generations of Jianghu guests whether he wanted to or not, there was a feeling of looking at the juniors, if he used the lion's roar to go back, it always felt like he was bullying children, and on the other hand, it was unnecessary。

"You don't have to work in vain. The shopkeeper smiled and hugged his hands: "My carriage craftsmanship is not bad, and my defense of the sound attack is also good, not to mention that even if that kid hears what you say, he will not be moved." ”

Hearing this, the bitter gourd Daoist's face turned sinister: "This shopkeeper, everything has its own rules, why force it? He's just a child!"

The implication is that the shopkeeper used some unsavory means against Guo Xiaodao to restrain Guo Xiaodao's mind.

The atmosphere of the scene suddenly became unilaterally sinister, and Mr. Umbrella and Qingzhu Daoren, who were originally watching the play leisurely in the distance, suddenly felt a slight malice, thinking that it was the shopkeeper's move, and immediately held their respective blades to prepare for battle, but when they settled down and felt it, they realized that the slight malice came from the body of the old good man Bitter Melon Daoist, and they suddenly understood that their old friend had made an old mistake again.

"Huh!" The shopkeeper looked at the bitter gourd-faced Taoist with a sinister face, and couldn't help laughing: "You guys, you always judge by life experience, but as everyone knows, life experience is the most unreliable. ”

The shopkeeper shook his head: "Who told you that children don't have their own opinions? Who told you that children can't see the road in front of them clearly?"

"Click. ”

The side door of the carriage opened, Guo Xiaodao jumped down from the carriage expressionlessly, and looked towards the shopkeeper and the bitter gourd Taoist, there seemed to be something brewing in his eyes, like a fire, but as dignified as the ice sinking in the extreme north.

The bitter gourd Taoist just wanted to say something, but suddenly his shoulders sank, and his withered hands and rounded hands were on the shoulders of the bitter gourd Taoist left and right.

Mr. Umbrella and Qingzhu Daoist didn't know when they came to the back of the bitter gourd Daoist, and the bitter gourd Daoist, who was immersed in his own emotions, didn't feel it at all, and only noticed his gaffe when he was patted on the shoulder, and didn't wake up until he was patted on the shoulder, and hurriedly settled down to calm down the power of qi and blood stirring in his body: "Immeasurable Tianzun, the poor Dao is out of shape." ”

Guo Xiaodao walked to the shopkeeper and the bitter gourd Taoist and others, raised his head and looked at a few strangers he had never met but had great enthusiasm for himself, his expressionless face gradually softened, but it was not a change of heart, but an apologetic look, and there was no trace of confusion and helplessness in his eyes.

Seeing this expression, this look, the bitter gourd Daoist, the Qingzhu Daoist and Mr. Umbrella all sighed in their hearts, and secretly called for pills.

They knew that they and the others were probably running in vain this time.