The old cat's face was full of anger, and he said to Liang Xin Qingmo: "The old man is not doing well, and now it is useless to say anything, and he has no face to stay here!"

Liang Xin thought for a while, took a pair of chopsticks from the counter, and sat down in front of the table.

Qu Qingmo frowned, sat down at the table with a pot of wine, and asked Liang Xin: "What should I do?

Liang Xin was taken aback: "In addition to the wood and paper in their shop, you are careful to burn down this street!" He didn't have a good way for the time being, so he simply ate and drank, shook his head and smiled: "Let's see the situation first!"

At noon, firecrackers exploded, gongs and drums were noisy, and the two shops on the left coffin and the right paper horse were in good shape, but the shops on a street were blown up, and the eyes of the shopkeepers were about to grow knives, staring at the two funeral shops.

Black and white impermanence but contented, no matter whether other people are angry or vicious, all smile, there are also shops to find acquaintances in the yamen, only to know after inquiring that black and white impermanence has long made a large amount of money to the yamen, and it is normal business, and the yamen refuses to care about this matter.

Liang Xin didn't follow those shopkeepers to make trouble, he went out at noon, and only came back in the evening, followed by a few jobs, he played a couplet to the day, the red background and black letters were extremely eye-catching, and he commanded those little guys to hang up.

Qu Qingmo was originally depressed, but when he came out, he still couldn't help but snort and laugh out, and read loudly: "I know that there are tigers in the mountains, and I prefer to go to the tiger mountains!" Then he reached out and grabbed Liang Xin's shoulders without any scruples, and asked him with a smile: "Are you soliciting guests, or are you angry yourself?"

Liang Xin was also happy: "Let's see if there are any unbelievers in Tongchuan Mansion first, and then slowly think of a way." ”

Pedestrians saw a restaurant sandwiched between the two mourning shops, first shook their heads and smiled bitterly, and then saw the restaurant with a gambling 'couplet', they couldn't help laughing, but no one was willing to go to Hushan.

The business of the day plummeted, the day of the opening of the two neighbors, in addition to earning two taels of silver in black and white, did not sell a seat, in the blink of an eye to the next day at noon, Liang Xin sat in the store with his hands on his cheeks, thinking hard about countermeasures, the little ape 'croissant' took a ****** and gently fanned him, at this time the footsteps sounded, and a stout man walked in.

The man stepped on fur boots and wore a greasy leather jacket, but his chest was torn open, revealing a bronzed chest, with small eyes, a collapsed nose, thick lips, and a rough vigor in his gestures, which at first glance looked like a herdsman merchant on the grassland.

After the herdsman sat down, he first laughed rudely: "I know that there are tigers in the mountains, and I prefer to go to the tiger mountains, this couplet is interestingly written, burn the knife and fat beef, serve it quickly!"

His accent was stiff, and the accent of each sentence was bitten to the last word, sounding like an exclamation.

Liang Xin was overjoyed, eager to jump over to keep him kissing, hurriedly opened up, served the wine and food in a moment, and said with a smile: "Do you know Chinese characters?"

The big man had a rough personality, nodded proudly and said: "My name is Su Yao Latu, which is translated into your name in Middle-earth, which means that he is very talented." Then he picked up the wine glass and looked at it, and shouted: "Change to a big bowl, drinking in such a small cup is greasy and crooked!"

The steppe herdsmen are also superstitious, but it is very different from the ghost and god theory of Middle Earth, Su Yao Latu does not care about the mourning shops on both sides, and it can even be said that if there are no mourning shops on both sides, he may not come in. Soon after, Su wanted Latu to be full of wine and food, raised his big hand like a bear's paw, and slapped it on the table with a bang: "Work, settle accounts!" Before the words fell, there was a sudden muffled sound, and the table had been used for a long time, and he couldn't help the slap of the big man, and he was directly shot away, and all the cups, pots, and chopsticks fell to the ground.

Liang Xin was startled, and hurriedly ran over to compensate for it, but Su wanted to Latu but laughed, and said something in the grassland dialect, it seemed that he felt that his slap was majestic and heroic, and he was in harmony, and then he waved his hand to Liang Xin with a little drunkenness and said generously: "Table, plate, I will pay for it, count the money!"

After sending away the 'very talented', Liang Xin was about to clean up the mess on the ground, and a slightly familiar laughter came from outside the door: "I know that there are tigers in the mountains, and I prefer to go to the tiger mountains!" ”

In the laughter, an old man in a Confucian shirt who was in good spirits slowly walked into the day of gluttony, it was the well-educated Hongru who had a relationship with Liang Xin in the inn not long ago, Mr. Dong Li, Xuan Baojiong.

The big man named Eleven, with a wooden box on his shoulder, followed closely behind the old gentleman.

When the two sides met, they were slightly stunned, and Mr. Dongli smiled even more: "Unexpectedly, it's very coincidental." Then he pointed to himself and the big man eleven behind him, and said modestly: "Just the two of us, don't order food, I bother you to arrange a few suitable dishes." ”

Liang Xin was quick-eyed, and personally went to the back kitchen to arrange four-color light side dishes, roasted a leg of lamb for Eleven, and held a small jar of Jiangnan rice wine with a mellow taste but little strength, and said with a smile: "You can always come, the small shop is shining, this wine is given." ”

Mr. Dongli is modest, but he doesn't like fake politeness in his temper, and he doesn't shirk, he stretches out his hand and takes the wine jar, leans to his nose and takes a deep breath, and nods: "It's not bad!"

Waiting for the dishes, Liang Xin didn't have anything to say, and asked with a smile: "Old man, the topic of your lecture, this fresh ......?"

Dong Liang nodded with a smile: "Yes, it is the immortal disaster! The immortal disaster is fiercer than the flood." ”

Only then did Liang Xin understand that Mr.'s topic was not a fresh product, but a fairy disaster!

Qingmo was originally a cultivator, and after hearing this topic, he was slightly stunned, leaned over and frowned: "This topic of yours, I'm afraid...... Thankless, huh?"

Mr. Dongli smiled freely: "It's not just thankless, it's just a ......" said, paused for a moment, looked up and laughed: "It's just knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, and I prefer to go to the tiger mountains!"

The middle earth is splendid, the spirit is full, the wind of cultivating heaven and enlightenment has prevailed since ancient times, from the Son of Heaven down to the people, everyone yearns for the fairy road, and people who can have the opportunity to step into the way of cultivating heaven are respected wherever they go, even if they are ruled by law, they will not care about the affairs of monks.

But Liang Xin had seen it with his own eyes, Nanyang Zhenren wanted to cut off the mortal feelings for her for the sake of Qingmo's Dao heart, in the eyes of most monks, there was only the way of heaven, and there was no mortal life at all.

Everyone yearns to become an immortal, but Mr. Dongli goes against the grain, and the pressure on his body can be imagined. The couplet that Liang Xin just hung at the door of his shop yesterday happened to meet the old man's state of mind, so he entered the shop.

Liang Xin had killed Zhuwu and dealt with Nanyang in Kunai Mountain, but he quite agreed with Mr. Dongli's point of view in his heart, and said with a smile: "I will definitely listen to this class......! What I don't understand is, why do you always come to Tongchuan to give lectures?"

The Great Hong Dynasty ruled Middle-earth, and there were many prosperous state capitals under its jurisdiction, and Tongchuan was just a fortress and a market in the final analysis, and the people here were either descendants of soldiers, or philistine merchants, or Tartar Hu people.

Mr. Dongli didn't answer him, but changed the topic with a smile, pointed to the fragments of cups and plates on the ground that had not had time to clean up, and asked with a smile, "What's going on?"

Liang Xin pulled a chair, from the black and white impermanence to the matter of 'very talented' slapping the table, he said it as it was, Mr. Dongli couldn't laugh when he heard it, and Han Ziyi hurriedly followed and giggled together.

Mr. Dongli ate and drank food, silent, and after a while, he raised his head again and nodded at Liang Xin and Qingmo: "Your mind is not bad, then 'knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, and preferring to go to Tiger Mountain' can be regarded as the opposite." Faintly revealing the meaning of turning disadvantages into characteristics. ”

Liang smiled hard and nodded, he did have such a thought, anyway, in the world, the restaurant opened in the middle of the two funeral shops, there is no other semicolon except this one, after hanging those ten words, although the effect is not obvious, but at least there is a little business.

"But...... The strength is still a little weak," Mr. Dong Li ate a mushroom, and said with a smile: "In addition, there is a gimmick missing!"

Liang Xin saw that he intended to advise, and immediately jumped up from the chair under great joy, and bowed respectfully: "Please give me advice!"

The old gentleman drank very comfortably, and waved his hand with a smile: "Pen and ink are waiting!"

After Qingmo hurriedly presented the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, Mr. Dong Li took the pen and wrote two lines of big characters on the paper:

Sit in a coffin, ride a paper horse, don't drink if you're timid

Kick the bench, hit the table, and don't need money

Qingmo gasped and muttered: Is this a poem that can be made by a well-educated Hongru?

Mr. Dongli, who is famous all over the world, writes things that are neither consistent nor rhyme, and he is not strict in his couplets, and he is not even a smooth mouth.

But Liang Xin looked at these two lines of words and was stunned, and finally nodded with a smile after a while, and said to Mr. Dongli: "The younger generation understands, thank you for your guidance!"

Mr. Dongli laughed, suddenly stretched out his hand and slapped it the table, stared at Liang Xinruo and said meaningfully: "This method may not be easy for others, but you ...... Not ordinary people. ”

Liang Xin was stunned, and wanted to ask again, but Mr. Dongli gave up his hand and went out with Eleven...... I didn't pay for the meal when I left.

Mr. Dongli walked out a few steps, and suddenly felt that the back of the robe was tight, and when he looked back, the 'croissant crisp' chased him out, grinning and grabbing the hem of his robe, and there was a posture that he didn't want to leave without giving money......