Walking up the bluestone steps and stepping into the door of the Hundred Saints Pavilion, you can feel the breath of Confucian books rushing towards you.

In the center of the hall of more than 100 zhang square, there is a copper sandalwood burner more than half a person high, a lifelike beast lying on the top of the stove, the faint green smoke in the incense burner is soaring, and the elegant aroma is overflowing in the hall.

Around the hall, shelves and bookcases made of good pineapple wood are displayed in an orderly manner, and there are all kinds of classics, magic weapons, elixirs, talismans, materials, etc.

Behind the counter facing the main entrance, there was a young man in a Confucian shirt in his twenties. At this time, he was slightly bowing his head, reading a thread-bound book intently. The seriousness of concentration is really a look of "not hearing things outside the window, and only reading the books of sages with one heart"!

When the boy in the Confucian shirt heard a guest entering the store, he raised his head and looked at the master and apprentice.

When the Confucian shirt boy saw that it was Tongshi Sanren, he didn't care about closing the book in his hand, hurriedly walked out from behind the counter, bowed down and said with a sincere fear: "It turned out that the old predecessors of the Tongshi came to our store, and they missed the distance to welcome and look at the predecessors Haihan." It's just a coincidence that the pavilion master is receiving visitors upstairs at the moment. After a little hesitation, he continued: "Otherwise, please sit down for a while, and the juniors will go and make a sound." ”

The little old man gritted his teeth, waved his hand and said, "Hehe, if you're not busy, it's not too late to talk to Poor Dao when the Lin Pavilion Master is free!"

After speaking, the little old man was not polite, and walked directly to an antique table of eight immortals in the hall and sat down, seemingly familiar with the "shopkeeper Lin" in this store.

Shen Cheng took two steps and followed, standing honestly behind the master.

After a while, the Confucian shirt boy brought up a tray, on which was a plate of unknown nuts and a complete set of purple sand tea sets, and the spout of the teapot was still slightly bubbling with white mist.

"Seniors, please use tea, what else do you have to call the juniors. The little man in the shirt said after pouring his tea respectfully, and then walked back to the counter and stood still, but did not open the book again.

The little old man grabbed a large handful of nuts and handed them to Shen Chengdao: "Eat it!"

Shen Cheng was embarrassed to eat it so aggressively! He took the nuts and put them in his pocket!

After a while, the sound of footsteps came to mind on the stairs, and two people walked down from the second floor one after the other, and Shen Cheng looked at the two of them slightly.

The first person to come down in front was a bearded man in a black shirt, who was in his thirties and a burly figure, followed by a middle-aged man dressed in Confucian costume, with a faint aura of Confucianism.

The two walked downstairs, and the little guy behind the counter greeted him, standing respectfully beside the middle-aged Confucian student.

The bearded man came to the hall and raised his eyes to see the Tongshi Sanren sitting at the table of the Eight Immortals drinking tea without looking up. After a little look, the corner of the bearded man's eyes jumped out imperceptibly, but he didn't say anything, he simply didn't look at Shen Cheng, a teenager, and immediately turned around and hugged his fist at the middle-aged man in the Confucian robe behind him and said, "Lord Lin Ge, then please leave this matter to your shop, and say goodbye." ”

The middle-aged Confucian who was called the "Lord of the Forest Pavilion" replied with a slight salute: "Okay, well, as soon as there is news, our store will notify Wang Daoyou in time, and there are still guests who will not be far away." Yun Feng, send Wang Daoyou for me. ”

As he spoke, the bearded man was led by the little man in the Confucian shirt, and hurried out of the store and left.

The middle-aged Confucian retracted his gaze after seeing the bearded man walk out of the door, then turned his head to look at the little old man's master and apprentice, and then walked a few steps, and smiled at the little old man and quipped: "Hahaha, it turned out to be a friend of the world, but you haven't patronized the small shop for a few days! I don't know if you want to buy any valuable materials this time? Or are you going to sell some rare things to our store?"

The little old man glanced at the middle-aged Confucian student, stood up and replied angrily: "Every time I come, I am ridiculed by you, a poor and sour show, why don't you take advantage of the old way and cheat a few more spirit stones, you don't feel good in your heart, you don't welcome me to come, don't you? I won't give you rare things!"

"Eh! What are the Taoist friends of the world talking about? When did I dare to deceive the Taoist friends? Isn't this also a last resort to set up a stall to do business? Besides, I don't want to think of a way to earn more spirit stones, and the big family on my mountain, old and young, Daoist friends, can you come to support me? Hehehe. ”

Listening to the words of the little old man, the middle-aged Confucian raised his chin in the direction of Wuling Mountain in disgust and explained, and then laughed he, his treacherous nature was undoubtedly revealed, and he had long lost the heroic and righteous appearance of the Confucian family.

Then the Lin Pavilion Lord laughed dryly and continued: "It's like Daoyou, you live alone in that Jinxia Mountain and don't ask about the world, and you are at ease and leisurely, which makes the little brother envious!"

The little old man didn't appreciate the words of the middle-aged Confucian at all, and pretended to be surprised: "If you are envious, then let's change it?"

"Eh——! this can not be done, in the lower Dao line is shallow, but there is no heart and perseverance honed by the ability of a Taoist friend! Hahaha" The middle-aged Confucian pretended to be embarrassed and waved his hand again and again, smiled and turned back to change the topic, and looked at Shen Chengdao: "Tongshi Daoyou, is this for Xiaoyou?"

"Oh, this is a newly recruited disciple of Poor Dao recently, named Shen Cheng. Shen Cheng, this is the Pavilion Master of the Hundred Saints Pavilion, the 'Yunzhu Monk' Lin Fei Daoyou, and the same as the teacher, he is also a foundation-building monk, you just need to call 'Senior Lin'. The little old man turned his head to Shen Cheng with a whisk in his hand and introduced it to Shen Cheng, and when he talked about "Foundation Building Monk", he deliberately accentuated his tone, as if he was afraid that Shen Cheng would be unreasonable and despise the other party.

Shen Cheng didn't dare to slack off, stepped forward and bowed down and hugged his fists and said, "Senior Shen Cheng, I've seen Senior Lin!" and then retreated behind the little old man with interest.

After listening to the little old man's introduction, the pavilion master of the Hundred Saints Pavilion was originally a little surprised! But he immediately reacted and hurriedly replied: "Okay, good, good, good! It is really rare for a high disciple to be so knowledgeable at such a young age, it is really rare!" Then he said to the little old man: "Tongshi Daoyou has never accepted a disciple all these years, why did he have the idea of accepting an apprentice at this time? Could it be that this Shen Xiaoyou's qualifications are so bad that it is against the sky? Or is it ......."

The middle-aged Confucian said to his lips, did not say any more, and only looked at the little old man with an inquiring look.

"Hey, it's hard to say, don't say it. The little old man shook his head and did not explain.

Seeing that the little old man didn't want to say more, a trace of doubt flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged Confucian student, but it was not good to ask any more questions, so he had to give up.

Then the middle-aged Confucian turned around and told the little Confucian shirt to take care of the business on the first floor, and said to the little old man: "Fellow Daoist of the world, this is not the place to talk, let's go down to the second floor to talk, right?"

The master and apprentice followed the middle-aged Confucian to the second floor. The little man in the Confucian shirt called "Yunfeng" watched everyone go up to the second floor, and his face was a little gloomy inexplicably, but it returned to normal after a while. I sat down and opened the thread-bound book again, and continued to read intently.