The little aunt under the cloak seemed to have thought of something, two blush appeared on her cheeks, her silver teeth were clenched, anger gushed out in her eyes, and the thin sword in her hand trembled, heading straight towards Wei Shisan.

"Don't do it, don't do it, if my master comes back and sees that I'm injured...... Hmph!" Wei Shisan's face was calm and calm, without the slightest fluster, but no one saw the palm that was blocked by the carved wooden table.

The thin sword suddenly stopped half a foot away from Wei Shisan's throat, Wei Shisan's skin could even feel the tingling sensation on his skin, he swallowed his saliva in a curled manner, humbly straightened his chest, and stared straight at the Qianying who fell to the ground in front of him.

"Master?" a cold voice floated out from under the cloak, and the thin sword in his hand still stayed three feet in front of Wei Shisan's throat.

"You see, the treasure left to me by the master...... Wooden sword!" Wei Shisan raised the peachwood sword in his hand and looked at the wooden sword in his hand, but the sword was embarrassed to say anything.

Hearing this, the willow eyebrows of the 'little aunt' under the cloak furrowed, her eyes fell on the wooden sword in Wei Shisan's hand, her face was dark and uncertain, and after a while, the thin sword in her hand was retracted with a 'whoosh'.

"Where has your master gone, little beggar!" Yan Zhen's gaze took back from the wooden sword in Wei Shisan's hand, it seemed that it was indeed the old Taoist's wooden sword, but what was the black dragon-shaped pattern on the wooden sword He didn't figure it out, and said with a smile.

"My master, my master is going out for a while!" directly ignored the stunning beauty standing next to him who still wanted his life just now, looked at Yan Zhen who was smiling, and replied with a smile and scratching his messy hair.

This old Taoist master is now the hole card in his hand, even if he feels kind, Wei Shisan will not say that the old Taoist left him and left, otherwise God knows how this evil woman who is standing next to him and wants her own life at every turn will clean herself up.

After several years of beggar life, he has experienced the warmth and coldness of the world, and his mental maturity is far from comparable to ordinary people.

"Then did he say when he will come back to you?" Yan Zhen stepped on the embroidered gold and white boots under his feet, and his big eyes were like the eyebrows of a little girl, looking at Wei Shisan, who was holding a wooden sword, and continued to ask.

"Well, I can't say, the master said that it could be a few days, or it could be a few months!" Wei Shisan's eyes were sincere, facing Yan Zhen's gaze, and he couldn't see the slightest falsehood.

Yan Zhen seemed to believe the little beggar's words, a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, shallow dimples loomed on his cheeks, and his white robe was blown by the wind.

"And where are you going next?"

Wei 13 was stunned, thought about it, tilted his head and smiled: "The world is so big, where can't I go? The world is so big, I Wei 13 only need seven feet of land for home, the earth for the seat, the sky for the quilt, I can go anywhere!

A chuckle came from under the cloak, and the voice of the 'little aunt' was a little disdainful: "Just with your barefoot, I'm afraid you won't even be able to get out of this Jiuzhi Prefecture!"

Wei Shisan looked at a pair of dark soles, touched his nose in embarrassment, and said, "Then where are you going?"

"We just want to stay in this Qinglin Town"

Yan Zhen glanced at the little aunt who didn't answer, and looked at the little beggar with a smile on her handsome little face.

"I ...... I'm going to stay in Qinglin Town too,...... Wait...... Wait for my master to come back to me!" Wei Shisan didn't know how to get it, and suddenly a sentence came out of nowhere, which surprised him.

In his cognition, it is 'water flows to a low place, and people go to a high place', even a little beggar will have his own dreams, maybe one day it will come true?

To tell the truth, he imagined that he would be like the heroes in Mr. Storyteller's story, out of this poor and remote place, and felt that he could always mix up the fame.

Wei Shisan was so anxious that he scratched his hair that had become a kennel, looked at Yan Zhen with dark eyes, and didn't know how to change his words, he always felt that it was not good to regret what he just said, even if it was a little beggar who spoke, it was not easy to change his words.

"That's good, you just stay in this town, I'll give you this restaurant and let you be the shopkeeper!" Yan Zhen blinked and smiled.

Wei Shisan was stunned, and the next moment, a small face smiled into a blooming chrysanthemum, his eyes swirled in his sockets, swept from everywhere, and his little hand carefully touched the carved wooden table in front of him, thinking that he secretly calculated that this restaurant was worth a lot of money, what else would he run out of with this restaurant?

"Is it true? don't lie to me! I'm not stupid now!" Wei Shisan looked at Yan Zhen vigilantly, a little incredulous that this kind of pie-in-the-sky thing was happening.

Yan Zhen looked at the little beggar and felt a little funny, called the entourage behind him, whispered a few words in the entourage's ear, and then the entourage walked down the stairs with light and vigorous steps.

Under Wei Shisan's puzzled gaze, Yan Zhen smiled and said nothing.

Soon, the Tsing Yi entourage hurried to the third floor with the restaurant shopkeeper, who was holding an iron box in one hand and a pile of papers faintly revealing in his arms.

The shopkeeper of the restaurant who climbed up to the third floor looked around and didn't find the figure of the old man on the entire third floor, his face was puzzled, and he muttered: "What about the old immortal?" Thinking that the old Taoist could stand on the sky and shake the thunder, knowing that this kind of person's methods could not be speculated with common sense, he didn't ask any more questions, but his eyes stayed on Wei Shisan's body for a while.

The shopkeeper respectfully put the iron box in his hand on the table, and pulled out a few pieces of paper full of words from his arms, and the little beggar stretched out his head to look at it a few times, scratched his head, and didn't understand anything.

Since he was a child, his poor family couldn't afford to eat, let alone find a way to get those books to study, in a family like theirs, reading was a luxury, so Wei Shisan didn't know a few words since he was a child.

"Childe, please take a look, the transfer letter of the restaurant!" The shopkeeper lay on the wooden table, squirming, not long, and neatly wrote a piece of white paper full of tadpole-like black characters, anyway, Wei Shisan didn't recognize a word.

Yan Zhen saw that he didn't look at the paper in the shopkeeper's hand, pouted his ruddy little mouth towards Wei Shisan, rolled his eyes and said, "Come here and press a handprint, this restaurant is yours!"

"What? I put a handprint on the paper, such a big restaurant is mine?" Wei Shisan's face was full of disbelief, and his eyes widened.

"Why am I lying to you? You come and press a handprint, this restaurant is yours, and I will pay for the restaurant!" Yan Zhen smiled softly, his eyebrows stretched out like a girl's willow eyebrows, and his smile was as bright as a star.

Wei Shisan held the peachwood sword in his arms, stepped barefoot on the carved stone slab, clanged, stopped beside the shopkeeper of the restaurant, his eyes fell on the dense paper, and after a glance, he moved away from the paper that made him dizzy and landed on Yan Zhen's handsome face.

Only then did the shopkeeper of the restaurant notice the peachwood sword in Wei Shisan's hand, and when he looked at it, his pupils suddenly constricted, but it was not the peachwood sword that the old immortal was carrying.

"This ...... Brother, let's make a handprint here. "The shopkeeper of the restaurant has been entangled in the title for a long time, before he came up with such a suitable title, can he get the personal magic weapon of the old fairy, can he be an ordinary person?

Wei Shisan was suspicious and pressed his entire palm into the iron box containing red ink, pressed it down hard, and with a "snap", the right palm full of inky was slapped on the thin paper, branding a bright red palm print, and the palm was pulled, and the paper flew up.

The shopkeeper glanced at the missing half of the ink in the iron box, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his eyes quickly pressed the flying paper, and the thumb of his right hand pressed it again in the iron box, and the bright red thumb print fell on the paper.

The experienced restaurant shopkeeper knew that these were all masters he couldn't afford to provoke, so where did he dare to quote any too high price, and all the nine hundred taels were packed to Wei Shisan.

Hearing the number nine hundred taels, Wei Shisan gasped, and almost jumped barefoot on the wooden table, he really didn't think that this restaurant was so expensive, you must know that one hundred taels is terrible in Wei Shisan's opinion.

Wei Shisan snapped his fingers, thinking in his heart about ten hot steamed buns a day, how many days these nine hundred taels could be enough to eat, and after calculating, he only knew that he could eat many, many days.

Wei Shisan only saw the 'little aunt' wearing a black cloak out of nowhere, took out a piece of paper and handed it to the shopkeeper of the restaurant, and the shopkeeper of the restaurant looked towards the 'little aunt' and Gongzi Yan Zhen, clasped his hands together, thanked him for his kindness, smiled from ear to ear, and stood up on the beard above his lips.

When the back of the shopkeeper of the restaurant disappeared at the top of the stairs, Wei Shisan asked with interest, what kind of paper was the shopkeeper holding so happy, and finally, he heard something that made him stunned.

"A silver ticket of one thousand taels!"