When I came to my senses again, I don't know how long it would be later.

When I opened my eyes, I was greeted not by the ghostly underworld, as I thought, but by the familiar dilapidated beams.

The morning sun shone through the small window on the wall on my bed, and countless tiny specimens of dust drifted silently in the air, as if time had stood still.

It's a rare sunny day in the rainy season.

I pressed my head to the quilt, the rough fabric grinding my face

Why am I in my bed? My head was groggy and I thought I should have been slashed by a sword.

Could it be just a nightmare?

But what was I doing before I went to bed, how did I have no memory at all? How did I get back to my room, and who changed my clothes?

Turning my head to look around, I couldn't see the face of the bull and horse, and the only thing guarding me was a dilapidated Taishi chair.

Yes, just a chair.

I knew in my heart that I could only take that fight as a real experience, otherwise the chair would not be able to explain it—even if I had a hole in my head, I would not have to bother to carry the master's chair up.

I don't know where he went, but I'm really embarrassed to complain about his poor care for his patients: after all, he picked up this life, and he can't be insatiable.

I lay down in a dry quilt, trying to figure out what had happened the day before—it was as if a sword fairy had come to the door and been beaten back by the master; I felt as if I had died once, and it seemed as if I hadn't been able to die.

I touched my face and shriveled body, and a rough touch came from between my palms.

Fortunately, there were no bloody wounds or abrupt breaks.

Master is a heart-whacker who can make bowls, and he may be able to make people too.

It's a pity not to be a man with such a good craft.

So I couldn't help but rejoice: sure enough, it is not my junior brother who will dominate the rivers and lakes in the future, but myself! Now the number of mysteries on my body is almost the same as the "protagonists" in the mouth of the storyteller: the blood feud that was killed once, the sloppy master who lived in seclusion in the market, and the sword that was kicked away by the master and then secretly picked up by him, the only thing missing is the opportunity to run away from home.

I struggled to get up from the bed and pulled over the clothes that Master had thrown on the bed.

Unexpectedly, there were no gaps in the clothes that had been torn by the sword light, as if the sword qi and fighting on that rainy night had never existed.

Or maybe it didn't exist in the first place, just a nightmare of mine?

After all, in broad daylight, how could there really be that immortal who flew to the sky, and there really was a fairy method of flesh and bones of the living and dead.

I staggered downstairs and saw that the table was full of soy milk fritters and meat buns, and the master was squatting on the pony with a mouth full of oil. ”

Normally, when a seriously ill person opens his eyes, the first thing that catches his eye should not be the beams of the house, but the haggard face and heavy dark circles of his relatives, and I should cast a weak gaze at that time, and he should greet me with a tired but gentle smile.

At present, this situation is really not compatible with warmth or reunion, Master he is full of oil and eats, and I am dazed and a little sad, this treatment seems that I did not die a tragic but Chinese New Year's Eve went out to play crazy for a night.

I staggered to the table, and Wenwen weakly picked up a meat bun and nibbled it - I have to say that the meat bun is really delicious, the thin skin and big filling are fragrant and fragrant, and the five big coins are not discounted.

You must know that our shop has always had a bleak business, there is little oil and water in the weekday meals, and it is difficult to buy meat buns once in two months when you have the money.

The bitterness is not enough for outsiders.

Therefore, I conclude that Master has spent a lot of money today, and there must be a lot of surprise.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and my heart jumped a little: Master, he has always been a poor person in taking care of people, and it is quite important to come up with the idea of buying steamed buns to comfort me.

I chewed on the bun and used it for two purposes: "What happened yesterday?"

The master's body trembled, and he immediately replied: "Yesterday you sent that girl home, it was raining on the way, and when she came back, she was burned and confused. ”

He stared at me, as if inviting merit, palms facing up, five fingers grasping and shaking: "Do you know how much money I spent? Five taels of silver!"

"A whole five taels!" he was afraid that I didn't know how big five taels of silver was, so he stretched out his fist under my eyes: "Such a big piece!"

I thought to myself, I'm afraid it's fifty taels for such a big piece, don't bully me for not seeing silver.

No, no, that's not the point, I almost got this bad old man astray. Of course, if there is enough silver, it is not impossible to talk about selling your life, but now it is obviously not the kind of occasion that children are not suitable for the government or the government.

I corrected his words and tried to steer him in the right path: "I'm not talking about that, I'm talking about ......"

Master slapped the table suddenly, interrupting my words, and the soy milk in the bowl rippled: "Lang Zhong said, it's just the rain and the cold spring, you don't have to worry, you can be cured in two days without falling to the root of the disease, if I don't get better, I will go to him to lose money, and lose ten times!"

Master, he definitely did it on purpose......

This bad old man is very bad!

I categorically refused to give up, swallowed the bun and asked in a clear voice: "Don't pretend to be Master! You know I'm not talking about this!"

The master showed a lonely look on his face, and he no longer looked at him left and right, and his eyes dimmed instantly, and he didn't speak for a long time.

When I saw it in my eyes, some unlucky emotions welled up in my heart, and I couldn't help but start thinking wildly: Even if the master is really an immortal, it is impossible to save an ordinary man for nothing without paying a price, right? I have heard Mr. Shushu say that when an extraordinary ability is unleashed, he often has to pay an equal price, which is called the equivalent exchange of immortal magic.

Although it is not clear whether Master is really a hidden immortal in the market, there is absolutely nothing wrong with having to pay the price no matter what.

The price that can be compared to the same amount of life is only Master's own life, right?

Thinking of this, I can't help but feel sad: although he is a sloppy and sloppy old man, if he really exchanges his life for his life, I will be so sad that I want him not to save me.

No, last night's fight was just a big dream of mine.

Master is just a mortal, and I'm just sick.

There are no swords, no gods, no rivers and lakes.

Some are just a poor little shop, a sloppy shopkeeper and a lazy little fellow.

That's it.

I can not go to the rivers and lakes, but you can't die.

I will provide for you in your old age, take care of you until you die in bed, and then inherit all your inheritance, sell your shop, and live a happy life of eating and drinking spicy food.

I was indulging in my sad fantasies without paying attention.

Master finally adjusted his mood, and his voice was heavy: "As you know, the business of our shop has not been very good. ”

After he said this, he fell into deep thought again.

My nose ached, and I thought to myself, did I really start to explain what happened.

Don't worry, Master, there will never be a Hoop Heart Shop again after you leave.

Master continued: "So yesterday's incident, once we pay off the debts that our family owed before, there is not much money left. ”

"So I can only grieve you. ”

I'm about to shed tears, don't worry, our shop won't owe anyone money anymore when you're gone.

Master took out a bag of silver and placed it in front of me: "This is what the girl left yesterday, and it stands to reason that it should all belong to you." ”

I'm mmmmmm In the future, when I sell the shop, these will be small amounts of money.

A long silence followed. I didn't know what Master was thinking, but he didn't speak again, just stared at me.

Probably reluctance, right?

I didn't speak, letting his gaze wander over my face. I have to say that Master is used to being obscene, even when he is parting from life and death, his expression looks like a thief.

"Not satisfied?" he asked.

Not satisfied? What is not satisfied? I was at a loss.

"At most, I can only give you so much! As a teacher, I have to take care of future expenses! I can't give it all to you!"

I'm getting more and more confused, Master, do you have a future?

I opened my mouth and asked, "Master, aren't you about to die?"

Master was stunned for a moment, and stretched out his big hand to touch my forehead: "Burned?"

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I won't say that there will be a change tomorrow, I must be honest: "I will continue to code tomorrow, but I don't know if I can change it"

The editor of Zongheng came to me to negotiate a contract, but suggested that I change the title of the book, and my naming level is probably at the level of the iron pillar dog......

If you have a good idea, leave a word......

I'll be back tomorrow with the codeword.