The old man spoke again, and this time his eyelids drooped, as if they were closed, as if they were not open.

Although he gave people the impression of being very young, his voice betrayed him, the hoarse of an ordinary old man.

He said, "Two million taels have you brought?"

Qing Xiaonian said: "Brought it." ”

The old man suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Qing Xiaonian with suspicion in his eyes.

Two million taels, a room like this may not be enough to fill ten rooms, but there is nothing else in front of him except these two empty-handed young men.

He confirmed again: "Two million taels have been brought, are you sure?"

Qing Xiaonian smiled bitterly: "Sure!"

The old man smiled again, looked at Qing Xiaonian again, and said with a smile: "Don't tell me that you can stuff two million taels in the crotch of your pants." ”

Qing Xiaonian was speechless, this sound a little rough, not like such an old man can speak.

I saw that he suddenly stretched out his slender two fingers and said, "Do you think I'm worth two million?"

The old man was slightly stunned, he stared at Qing Xiaonian's two fingers, his expression became ugly in an instant, his face first changed from red, to white, and then to green, and his withered hands were also raised in the air, this was originally a pair of hands pinching a teacup, but there was nothing between the fingers except the flowing air.

The teacup has been between the two fingers of the Qing Xiao Nian, the dripping water has not been splashed, and the water is soaring.

It took him half a while before he came back from his astonishment, he couldn't figure out how there could be such a strange pair of hands in the world, he had never seen it in his life, and he couldn't help but look at the young man in front of him again.

It was a long time before he spoke, "What is this trick called?"

"Refers to the engraved Loulan. ”

"Refers to the engraved Loulan. The old man muttered along, and he opened his eyes for a long time, and summed up one word.

"Value!"

.......

Moonlight, moonlight monologue.

Autumn wind, autumn wind bleak.

The two, a man and a woman, walked one after the other.

Men are celebrating the New Year.

He walked in front of the woman, and he didn't look back as he spoke.

"I don't know the girl's name yet. ”

"Qianlan. ”

Qing Xiaonian nodded, and stopped talking, just silently holding a piece of blood jade in his hand, this is a piece of blood red that looks so bewitching in the moonlight, and the bright moonlight can't change its essence.

In front of it was a tavern, and the dim candlelight sprinkled from the door on the blue brick floor of the street, mixed with the moonlight, which shone the ground silver, not snowy, but the light that rubbed the ground by people coming and going.

In the tavern, there was no one else except Wan Qiuxuan and Jiang Liu'er, because the sky was about to dawn, and the people who drank more had changed their homes and returned to their comfortable and warm beds.

There are four pots of sake boiling on the table, not scalded with hot water, but with fire, which is the most popular way to drink in the capital at the moment, and it has been passed down from Dongying.

The people in the house suddenly felt that the light at the door was dark, and a breeze wiped their cheeks, and Qing Xiaonian was already sitting in the house, sitting opposite Wan Qiuxuan and Jiang Liu'er.

Jiang Liu'er saw that Qing Xiaonian came in alone, and he just wanted to ask something, but before he could speak, a woman wearing a white veil, a hood, a hat, and a flowing veil also walked in.

A gust of wind rises, it is from a woman in the heavenly ethereal fairyland, she can't be regarded as a fairy, how can a fairy have such an aura?

The woman was very conscious and sat silently beside Qing Xiaonian.

Jiang Liu'er smiled, and just wanted to speak again.

Qing Xiaonian took the lead in speaking again: "Qianlan." ”