Chapter Eighty-Five: Return to the Wind and Dust
The three of them sneaked around, all of them were forced, and although there were injuries, they could only be twenty or thirty miles, and it was only more than an hour.
Seeing that the village and town were coming, Xian Yun stopped and sneered at the two. Shi Sheng was exposed and red, only the trousers under his abdomen were still full, and Niu Wu only had a blade of grass around his waist, and then he was full of dirty beards and sideburns, living like a mountain barbarian, how could he teach people to look at it. But in such a dark day, the clothing shop has long been closed, where can I find the clothes that fit?
Niu Wu smiled, raised his hand to the house in the distance and said, "I see that the clothes are good, young master, wait like this, the old slave will come when he goes." With that, he stretched out his legs and swept away.
Huh, he still has the ability to do that...... But depending on the form of the god, it should be like the mountain beast......
The camel's shadow jumps up and down, holding its breath, and the footsteps are not light, but they are quiet. The two of them watched from behind them, and couldn't help but sigh and think.
After a while, Niu Wu turned back, hugged his clothes and pants, and picked up a two-piece suit with Shi Sheng on his body. Xing is a long time in the mountains and forests, at this time the sleeves are close to the body but feel awkward, the two legs and feet are more like binding, so the corners of the trousers are torn up to the knees, so that they can be comfortable.
After taking care of the stop, the faces of the two were slightly dirty, but they were still in sight, but the big knife was weird, and Shi Sheng swirled the remnants and wrapped them up. After some movements, the three of them continued, and when they arrived at the clothes house, Shi Sheng took some loose silver from Xianyun and threw it into the courtyard. Niu Wu looked from the sidelines, and also thought. "Ji Yuan's disciple is really characterful, so honest and gentle, how can he kiss the demon of the Demon Alliance? Hey, what kind of means did this demon girl use to confuse my lord?......" Miscellaneous thoughts, even more hostile to Xianyun.
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On the cabinet, the lights are yellow and blurred, and a few moths and flies linger, but they are completely covered by the cage, and they are empty. Under the lamp, a pot of old wine, an account book, and a sigh.
The hour was about to pass, the lights were sparsely crowded, and the shopkeeper shook the wine jug in his hand, looked at the street, and couldn't help sighing. Looking at the hall again, the hall is lying on the desk, with no coloring, and the line is like a light sleep. Hey, I'm afraid there are no drinkers coming to the door today...... With the account book, before the wine jug came out of the closet, he was startled, told him to bolt the door on the board, and left with his eyebrows lowered.
Who expected to hang the door panel, a withered palm clamp stretched out, and was about to buckle, the inch-long nails were black and attached to the soil, sharp as sharp teeth, swaying in front.
"Ah~......! Palm...... Shopkeeper!" The cousin stumbled suddenly, and even retreated and sat down, and his eyes were suddenly confused, and he was only shocked. Goblin...... Monster!
On weekdays, there are always some strange people in the town who rely on their mouths to eat and say that God deceives ghosts, and when the wine is scarce, he will mix here to please the fun. The fairy trail of the mountains and wilderness, the spirits and monsters, are indeed yearning, only the way to ascend to the immortals in the daytime, how comfortable it is to step on the clouds and fly to the sky...... Tsk, come to think of it, what a wonderful thing it is to be like this in life. It's a pity that all kinds of conjectures, but the illusion in his heart, today's "claw" is now, but it teaches him to recall the mountain spirit and wild monster that swallows flesh and bones, and the good "future" wants to cover the claws, and he can't help but scream.
"Scream, scream, scream! You can hold on in a panic, how can you still teach people to live in peace!" Hearing the shout, the shopkeeper scolded and grabbed his mouth, but he still turned back to the front of the hall. Fang lifted the door curtain, and saw a hunched old man pushing the door into the shop, his feet were bare, and there were two men and women behind him.
The shopkeeper looked at himself while walking in the front hall...... Not...... This old man is in a crooked manner, his eyebrows are down, and he is happy, but this beautiful woman ...... Tsk, the end is glamorous, but it's a pity that the face is haggard...... Hmm? What is this man holding in his hands? Isn't he a person from the rivers and lakes......? No matter what he does, as long as he can enter the hall, he is the God of Wealth!
Thinking about the dragging steps, a shadow stumbled, and peeked at the distance behind covering his waist, and said softly in a trembling voice: "Palm...... Shopkeeper's ...... Mountain...... Mountain spirit ......!"
"! Hurry! The distinguished guest welcomes the door, and he doesn't stir up the hot stove yet!" After that, he threw off his waist and grabbed his arms, and knocked down the hall, and hurriedly came forward to introduce the seat, and put tea and wet wipes. "Three of them, tired and tired, this room is full of wine, and I don't know if there are taboos, so I can call the back kitchen. ”
Oh, this little chapel is also well paved. After listening to the words of the shopkeeper, the people who came laughed, but they didn't know that when Jiyuan was prosperous, the guests here were like carp, which was the shopkeeper today, and it was also from the Ming Hall in the past. In recent years, it has become a place for villagers to ask for wine and rest, and it has been fortunate.
The woman asked for a few side dishes and soup, and called for hot water to prepare for the bath, and the shopkeeper should go down, and said "wait", and went to the back kitchen.
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Cooked hot dishes, Niu Wu shouted happily, and he couldn't wait to swallow that bowl in his stomach. For more than ten years, the daily wind meal, not to mention the delicacies, even ordinary fresh food has not been tasted. At this time, the soup and rice entered the stomach, and I couldn't help but cry, and then called the cousin to order the dishes.
Looking at the stacks of plates and bowls, the shopkeeper was complacent, and he couldn't help but focus on it, so he had to suppress his joy, and his abacus plucked softly. Hey, hey, hey, when I met the God of Wealth. Standing beside the cabinet, he looked at the "mountain spirit", only to see that his hot soup fell into his lips, and the thick meat in his left hand was squeezed in, and his right hand was waiting for the chicken to be chopped...... Open the bow left and right, and the soup oil drips...... Damn!
After eating a meal for nearly half an hour, Shi Sheng felt that he had eaten a lot, but when he saw Niu Wu, he was also shocked, so he looked at it, only to see that his belly was slightly bulging. Where did he go to eat this table of dishes?
Niu Wu had to be full, so he didn't care about the eyes of others, raised his hand to wipe his mouth full of oil and water, smacked a chicken bone, and hiccuped and shouted deliciously.
The shopkeeper saw that the three of them had finished stopping, and hurriedly greeted each other with smiling faces, and led the way to the room. Xian Yun said that she was tired, picked two clean rooms, and rested by herself.
In the courtyard, there is a wooden shed, three partitions, each with a huge barrel, steaming and misty. After the two of them took a bath, the parity stood on the side of the railing in order to answer the call. After two moments, the filth was cleared, and the two of them entered the room separately in their clothes, leaving only the fishy and smelly black water to the horn of the hall. I'm afraid that I can't call flowers on the street......
Niu Wufang was born in Shisheng, and he wanted to listen to the words of the demon girl, so as to expose the skin, but he was full of food that night, and he was tired and sleepy, and before he knew it, he actually fell asleep on the wall.
The next day, Xian Yun practiced all night, but not only failed to calm the true yuan's overflow, but provoked restlessness. It is Shi Sheng, since the hidden knife gathers power and slashes, the internal troubles are scattered, the blood and veins are purified, although the muscles and bones are still lacking, but after pranayama, the four acupoints sprout, and the gods are safe.
The three of them had breakfast, settled the house money, and asked the cousin to find the carriage and horses, and then they were leaving. The shopkeeper's face was full of smiles, and he was busy talking in front of him, and sent the three of them through the courtyard.
At this time, the sun is on three poles, the stalls are arranged, and Niu Wu looks at the street, but the posture of the party frightens and avoids passers-by. Xian Yun abandoned him to be eye-catching, put a hat on his back to cover the camel bag, and covered his face with a gauze hat.