Seeing that the dead Xiao Mo's face was cold, the shopkeeper couldn't help but smile, he walked out of the room with the already empty bucket, and helped the dead Xiao Mo close the door by the way. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Then the shopkeeper brought water in three more times, and during the whole process, he didn't dare to say a word more, and the dead Xiao Mo was also happy to be quiet. After the shopkeeper went out, the dead Xiaomo took off his clothes, took a bath, and began to sit on the bed and practice the exercises. And in the whole afternoon after that, except for the meal period, the dead Xiao Mo never went out again.

Soon the time came to the second day, the dead little Mo washed up, ready to go outside, he had breakfast on the first floor of the inn, and then walked out of the inn with his bone sword wrapped in linen. Following the flow of people, along the side of the street, Xiao Mo leisurely walked to the other end of the street while looking at the small objects placed on the stalls by the vendors along the way.

The feeling of shopping reminded him of the scene when he went to Washi with his sister Suxin in Lin'an when he was a child:

"Brother, I saw a candy seller on the street yesterday, but I didn't bring any money, today I specially took some copper coins from under my mother's pillow, I'll take you to eat candy, okay?"

"Sister, you stole Erniang's money again......"

"Oh, brother, if you don't say it, I won't say it, my mother won't know. Besides, I took it to sell you candy, so you can't tell your mother. ”

"Really?"

"Of course!"

The scenes of the past came to his mind one by one, and the corners of Xiao Mo's mouth unconsciously raised a long-lost smile, and the mood that had been suppressed for a long time was also a little more relaxed. He liked the feeling, so he kept walking, and at the end of the street, he turned into another street, and walked and walked, and this walk was three streets.

This third street is different from the first two streets, although the first two streets are quite crowded, but not too many, and this third street is extremely lively. There are crowds of people rubbing shoulders and loud gongs and drums.

"Hurry! The show is about to begin, if you slow down, you will miss it!" a young man in a Confucian shirt, holding a folding fan in his hand and a hat on his head(1), hurriedly ran towards the crowd in the middle of the street.

Here he just ran past the dead Xiao Mo, and three other scholar-like people ran after the dead Xiao Mo, only to hear one of them shouting loudly: "Brother Ziyu, I really can't run down here, can you wait ...... next place?"

As soon as the man shouted these words, a Confucian student beside him quipped: "Brother Zishen, how can a body like you fight for that hydrangea? I see, you should go home early and write a few calligraphy and paintings, and sell them at the market for some money, and you don't have to worry about your stomach tonight!"

"Brother Yuming's words are wrong! Although Brother Zishen does not have a strong physique, he is full of talent, and on weekdays, our four talents in Fenlan are the most famous of him, don't be sarcastic like this. Although Brother Zishen's family background is indeed shabby, but it is not enough to sell words for a living, besides, with the friendship of the four of us, if Brother Zishen really has something unspeakable, can we not help one or two?" The corners of the last person's long mouth were a little crooked, but this was said in an extremely righteous manner.

And Fang Ziyu, who was running at the forefront, heard Yu Zishen's shout, and couldn't help but turn around and say loudly to the three of them: "Brother Zishen, Brother Yuming, Brother Zikun, you should hurry up! I plan to be the fast son-in-law of the old man Zhou's family, don't miss my time!"

Fang Ziyu's head (1) was a little crooked at the moment, but he couldn't take care of this. Shouting to the three of them, he hurried to the place where the crowd had gathered.

"Brother Ziyu, among our four talents, you are the strongest physique, we can't walk as fast as you, you go first, and we will follow!" Du Yuming raised an arm and waved it towards Fang Ziyu in front of him, and said loudly.

"Brother Zishen, Brother Zikun, I see, this week's son-in-law is none other than Brother Ziyu, look at him, the spiritual leader, we also came from the Yanyu Pavilion with him, only he doesn't have a breath, and his body is great!" Du Yuming said and gave a thumbs up to Fang Ziyu who was far away.

Xiao Mo couldn't hear all this, because he walked very slowly, as if he was taking a walk. And although the three Confucian students didn't run fast, they had already left the dead Xiao Mo far behind.

Half of his thoughts are scattered, half of which he uses to predict the movements of pedestrians around him so that he can not bump into people, and the other half is immersed in his own memories, savoring the happiness that has been lost for more than a year.

On the other side, the place where the crowd gathers, in the center of the crowd, this is a three-storey restaurant, and there is a plaque hanging on the door of the first floor of the restaurant, on which are written from right to left are "forget the immortals" two gilded characters.

Of course, this is what you can see in the past, but today it is different, why is it different? Because today the plaque is surrounded by a circle of red silk, and there is a big red flower in the center. Obviously, this place has been chartered today!

"Knock knock!"

When the people on the street downstairs were noisy, a person came out of the fence above the second floor of the Forgotten Immortal Building. He was holding a big gong in his hand, and shouted loudly as he struck it: "Old and young masters, everyone be quiet!"

The crowd downstairs was still noisy, and seeing this, he knocked on the gong in his hand again, and said loudly again: "Old and young masters, everyone be quiet!"

The noise of the crowd gathered in the street gradually stopped.

"Listen to me, everybody!" The man with the gong saw that the crowd was quiet, and he swallowed his saliva and moistened his throat, and then said to them:

"Today is the day of our father's marriage. Everyone must know that our master is also one of the best celebrities in Fenlan Town. Today's marriage is mainly to find a strong and capable person from among you, whether he is rich or not, as long as he can have the ability to protect our eldest lady, then you can marry the eldest lady to him!"

"Steward Zhou, tell me, what is capable and what is incapable?" asked a butcher in the crowd who had been single for thirty years, with thick chest hair, and asked the man holding the gong on the second floor in a rough voice.

"Butcher Zhang, this ability, let me tell you. Without waiting for Steward Zhou to answer, at this time, a boy and a girl took Butcher Zhang's words. Everyone followed the prestige, only to see that the boy shook the folding fan in his hand, and put on a peerless posture facing the sun at a forty-five-degree angle that he thought was cool, and said in his mouth: "The so-called capable person is like my jade-faced Xiaolangjun, a graceful and talented son!"

"Cut~" Everyone present raised their middle fingers in unison, and made the most contemptuous voice in the world at the so-called jade-faced Xiaolangjun.

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(1) Hat: A hat worn by literati in the Song Dynasty.