Chapter Forty-Eight: Meon

Jin Danzi was so embarrassed that he could only laugh twice. "Back then, you did everything possible to kidnap my daughter, and you couldn't see each other for forty years, just like the Southern Song Dynasty let go of Weng and Tang Wan, 'The dream has been broken for forty years, and Shen Yuanliu Lao does not blow cotton. In this life, I was stunned. ’”

Sure enough, it's a Lu Youzhi, Mo thought to himself.

"The son-in-law has always cared for Yin'er, but she herself is too lazy to cultivate and is unwilling to leave Jizu Mountain, so Jin Danzi came to visit your old man alone. ”

Mo Yan felt very awkward when he heard it, a hundred and five-year-old person called an eighty-year-old an old man.

"Hmph, 'It's spring again in the south of the city, and I don't see anyone in the plum blossoms. 'How did you become blind?' and all your martial arts are out of shape. Meon spoke without concealing his disgust.

"There will inevitably be some bumps and bumps on the rivers and lakes. Jin Danzi said lightly.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of suona music outside the courtyard, and at the same time, firecrackers rang out, and the noise was endless, and someone shouted: "The bride has arrived." ”

"Today is my great joy, don't be embarrassed here, just pretend to be a foreigner and eat wine on the side. With that, Meon put on a smiling face and hurried out.

Mo Yanting felt sorry for the arrogant Jin Danzi, after all, he was more than a hundred years old, and it must be uncomfortable to be so insulted, but he abducted someone's sixteen-year-old daughter when he was sixty years old, and he would be unhappy to put it on anyone.

"Let's go, let's drink. Jin Danzi said indifferently.

The two of them sat at the table at the far side of the courtyard, and the same table were all local villagers in Meiling Town, and everyone was very curious when they saw Jin Danzi's appearance.

The wedding went on very quickly, because it was a concubine, so it was not as grand as Ming Media was marrying his wife, and after being sent to the cave room, Mei Wong came out to toast the guests.

Mo Mo was a little suspicious in his heart, looking at the staggering appearance of the bride with a red hijab, could it be that she was sick.

"'The dark plum smells the flowers, the lying branches hurt the bottom, the distant smell is like water, and it is easy to penetrate the spring green. Dark like green, the shore like green, the shore like green. "Mei Weng is now eighty years old and has the eighteenth concubine, how many people can there be in this world?" Mei Weng said proudly with a wine glass on his face.

"No one can match, no one dares to match. The guests were in full swing.

"It's a shame. Jin Danzi snorted.

There are no wonders in the world, and Mo Yan felt very funny when he encountered this kind of thing for the first time.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Mei Weng is very happy to say that a special poem has been feasted on the guests, 'The wife and concubine come to the group to be jealous, and Mei Weng is eighteen degrees. The old plum sprouts new branches every year, and the plum tree plum blossom endowment of Meiling. 'What do you think?'

"Good poetry, really good poetry. Someone clapped their hands.

"Mei Yong has married a concubine every year for eighteen years, and it is rare that his body is still so strong, which is really enviable. Someone else complimented.

Everyone at the table was pursed their lips and secretly laughed, and muttered: "Eighteen years have always been the same poem, last year it was seventeen degrees, this year it was eighteen degrees, and next year it was nineteen degrees."

An old man almost laughed out loud: "Marrying a concubine in the spring, holding a funeral in the moon, how can these women be blind." ”

"What kind of concubine is for a funeral?" asked Mo Yan.

The old man looked at Mo Yan and said: "You two are strangers, no wonder you don't know, anyone who marries into the Mei family in the spring, dies at the end of each year, and remarries in the spring after the funeral in the wax moon, which is a big anecdote about our Meihualing, and the old watches are also happy to see the excitement." ”

"Are they all sick and dead?"

"Who knows. The old man shook his head

"Strange thing" Jin Danzi frowned.

"What's wrong?" Mo asked.

"Mei Weng has never known martial arts, how can he see at a glance that the old man's martial arts and internal strength have all been lost?"

Yes, ordinary people really can't see the level of other people's martial arts or whether they have internal strength, Jin Danzi's words aroused Mo Yan's vigilance, and he looked up and felt that Mei Weng's words and demeanor seemed to be a little weird, especially the fact that the concubine died every year was really incomprehensible.

Mei Weng had already started a table of toasts, and when he came to his own table, Mo Yan opened his soul eyes, stared at Mei Weng's eyes, and couldn't help but "chuckle" in his heart, there was really something deep in the eyes under the two long white eyebrows.

"Jin Danzi, he's not Mei Yong anymore. When Mei Weng was far away, Mo Yan whispered to Jin Danzi.

"What's not Mei Wen?" Jin Danzi said in surprise.

"It's a plum tree. ”

"What?"

"MΓ©on has been possessed by a thousand-year-old plum tree. Mo Yan explained.

"Oh, I see, Mo Remnant, do you think you can handle this dryad?"

Mo Yan remembered the tragic situation of the old toad in the Slender West Lake in Yangzhou who sprayed venom to kill Yan Or, and shook his head with palpitations: "Any cultivation for a thousand years will have some incredible abilities, I don't know what kind of magic this Mei Weng has, I don't know if I know myself but not the other, I'm not sure I can win him." ”

"Then let's take one step at a time, first try to see if you can buy the heavy stone with a little silver, and then rush to Luofu Mountain to refine Feiyun Ding. Jin Danzi said.

"Okay. Mo Mo thought to himself that if he spent a few thousand taels of silver tickets to buy a heavy stone, it would be better to have more than one thing.

The banquet dispersed, and the guests left one after another, Jin Danzi and Mo Yan returned to the front hall and sat down.

"Jin Danzi, who is this kid, it won't be you and Yin'er. Mei Weng sat on the Taishi's chair and looked at Mo Yan and asked.

"Of course not, he's just a friend of mine. ”

"You're obviously not here to congratulate or visit Mei Weng, so what's the matter with returning to Meihualing?"

"It's not a big deal, I just want to buy your bag of heavy stones. Jin Danzi said straight to the point.

"Chongshi?" Mei Weng glanced over the two of them and said slowly, "Jin Danzi, it seems that you are very rich now, and it will be a thousand taels as soon as you make a move." In the past forty years, you have never honored Mei Wen, if you want to buy a heavy stone, first take out 20,000 taels of silver tickets. ”

"What, 20,000 taels? Father-in-law is crazy about money. Jin Danzi just held back the fire and didn't attack.

"Hmph, if you have less than 15,000 taels, you don't think about it. Meon pulled his face down.

It's bad, Mo Yan regretted giving the thousand taels of silver ticket when he entered the door, how could he forget the ancient adage that you can't show your wealth on the rivers and lakes, now that the lion has opened his mouth, the money is to be left to his father, and it must not be spent on this Mei Weng.

Jin Danzi said lightly: "For such a big deal, you have to let your son-in-law get the goods first." ”

"Look at the money first and then inspect the goods, this is the rule, how do you know if you have money. Meon refused.

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