The tempting aroma of wine wafted in the air, and Li Muyang patted Sanzang on the shoulder, "I said Sanzang!

Sanzang laughed, "Poor, I didn't guard it when I was a monk, why do you want to drink wine and eat meat?

"Okay, walk, but I only eat donkey meat."

"Donkey meat? That meat is really fragrant, but I don't know if it's sold or not, I'll buy it if I sell it, but I can't help it if I don't sell it."

Li Muyang patted Sanzang's thick back, "I understand, it's going to rain, my mother is going to get married, no matter how much you say, it's useless, let's drink wine and eat meat."

Sanzang can't wait to "go, since the last time I said goodbye to a poor monk"

"Why are you a poor monk again?" Li Muyang was very dissatisfied, of course, he could understand, after all, he may not be very authentic as a monk for hundreds of years, but after all, he is "Amitabha Buddha", "poor monk" and "benefactor" when he opens his mouth and closes his mouth, and after shouting for so long, it will take time to change. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"I, I, it's me" Sanzang knew that he couldn't change his title, and there was no way he was too happy, no, this happiness put Buddhism on his lips.

"Okay, don't me, mine, I know it's you Sanzang" Li Muyang handed the vendor three copper coins, "Come and put the folding fan"

"Childe, our family folding fan is a tael of silver"

Li Muyang took out a golden melon seed, "Is it enough for you?"

"Thank you, thank you, you can pick whatever you like" The vendor took the golden beans with a smile.

"Mu Qing, that Fengyue Meiji is not bad" Sanzang fell in love with the folding fan at a glance, he picked it up and admired it and asked, "This is Su Gongzi's masterpiece?"

Although the vendor felt that it was very strange to see a big monk holding a beautiful woman bathing fan, he answered honestly with the bottom line of honesty in line with the belief of the supremacy of money, "I laughed objectively, this is not Su Gongzi's handwriting, it is a small one to imitate."

"Talented, wonderful, this painting is extraordinary, the charm between the eyebrows of this beautiful woman is vivid, dare to ask the store, who is the woman in your painting?"

"She, she's a poppy, the number one singer in the Red Pavilion of our Imperial City" He has only heard of this woman, and the guy listened to her singing and dancing.

Li Muyang picked up a folding fan with a beautiful landscape and knocked it on Sanzang's bright head: "I said, Sanzang, do you have the precepts of being a monk?

Sanzang Zhengse said, "Mu Qing, what you said is not right, am I already vulgar? Besides, I am still a normal man after living for hundreds of years, why can't I be a woman?"

"What you said is so reasonable, I was speechless, you won and took it away"

Hearing this, Sanzang put away the folding fan and put it into his cuffs, "Thank you Mu Qing, the wine is fragrant, let's not delay"

When the vendor heard this, he hurriedly said something to each other, "Thank you for your patronage, please go slowly"

Sanzang took a few steps forward, only to find that Li Mu ** hadn't moved, and was still standing there, "Mu Qing, why don't you leave?"

The vendor said proudly, "Guest, what kind of folding fan do you still like?"

Li Muyang held his right hand and patted the palm of his left hand, "What are you taking? I gave you a golden melon seed, these two things are only two taels of silver, you still have to find me twenty-eight taels of silver, what are you looking for?

The smile on the vendor's face was almost unbearable, "Master, you will wait," he slowly took out a piece of twenty taels of silver from the small cabinet of the cart and handed it over.

Li Muyang looked at the silver tattoo and asked with interest, "You made this fan yourself?"

"Oh, look at what this master said, isn't it just a small self-tidy?"

"Can you make an iron fan bone?"

"Hey, don't say it, it's a golden fan bone, and a small one can also be made, so you just said what fan noodles you want, right?"

Li Muyang pushed back the silver taels handed over, "Cheng, you take back the silver taels, close the stall and follow me to Li Yuan to teach me how to make a fan."

"This is not good, this is not good, this small stall has dozens of taels of silver a day!"

Li Muyang took out a handful of golden melon seeds from his purse and counted out ten of them, handed them to the vendor, "Come and stretch out"

The trader stretched out his hand, he had a score in his heart, this boy learned to make a fan, but it was just for fun, and he couldn't lose his job.

Li Muyang often lost them one by one in the hands of the vendors, and stopped halfway through the loss, and withdrew his hand, "The remaining five are waiting for me to learn, three times for you"

Sanzang walked back, "Mu Qing wants to learn to make a fan, don't drink anymore?"

"Drink, why don't you drink it?" Li Muyang was still preparing to drink hundreds of more jars of his good wine.

The stalls are fixed, the fans are neatly put away and locked, and the silver taels are put into the purse, "Master, the small ones are cleaned up"

"Well, do you know where Li Yuan of the right-wing king is?"

"I know, I know" He sometimes walks the streets and alleys, not to mention the right-wing king, he knows all the nobles in this imperial city.

Sanzang shook the folding fan, "You go to Li Yuan by yourself, and then it will be said that Master Vain Chen asked you to go"

Li Muyang slapped Sanzang on the back, "your vain dust master" and said to the vendor, "Don't pay attention to him, when you go to Li Yuan, you will say that the second son of the family asked you to come"

"This, this, who am I listening to?" The merchant was also depressed, why did he sell a folding fan so much?

Li Muyang glared at Sanzang, Sanzang sneered and pointed at Li Muyang, "Listen to him, listen to him"

They parted ways with the fan sellers, and the restaurant was full of people, and there were people with swords and knives, some with children and daughters, and some with wives and concubines, gathering in groups to drink.

"The two masters, please" The shopkeeper doesn't care whether the monk drinks or not, as long as he enters the restaurant, he is a guest, regardless of whether he is a martial gentry or a monk beggar or a dust Jizi, as long as he pays the money, anyone can enter the restaurant.

This is open to do business, and those who come will not refuse, and there will be no big bullying at all.

The story of the appearance of immortals in the imperial city in the restaurant is boiling and the gods are like gods, and the case hall is shocking and the storyteller spits lotus flowers, "It is said that three hundred years ago, the gods and men left a prophecy in the six continents of Daqin, and three hundred years later, that is, today, they said that they would come back at that time."

"What will happen then? Song Yunjin can't sell Guanzi!" Listening to the guest, he hurriedly dropped his wine glass, this grandson just likes to sell Guanzi.

Song Yunjin didn't pay attention to it, picked up the three-inch piece of shocking wood with his left hand and slapped it on the desk, and talked eloquently, "Yo he, I also dropped the wine glass, and I will have to pay for the copper plate when I settle the bill in a while, let's ignore him, listen to the little old man, I will continue."

There are cheers, laughter, cheers, ridicule, and never get involved in your heart.

"The immortals stroke my hair, give it immortality, gather the spirit of life, and live the same life as heaven and earth"

The storyteller was shocked in his hand, and said in surprise, "I know how to predict the future, please listen to the next decomposition", not listening to the noise under the restaurant, he put away the guy who was eating and turned to leave.

"I knew that this grandson was so procrastinating, fortunately, when the immortals came, I was also there, you all drank and ate well, listen to me Han Bao said to everyone. ”