On Sunday, Feng Yiting found an excuse to go out.

When he came to the vegetable market, he felt that it was the most lively place in Shanghai. You see this crowd of people rubbing shoulders one after another, it's called a crowd! Everyone chooses what they need, straightens their necks and bargains with the stall owner, and is excited for a dime......

When you leave, you also grabbed a green pepper and a green onion, and see if you dare to charge Lao Tzu five cents more!

But the smell is not very pure, because there is everything in this place: planted in the field, swam in the river, knotted in the trees, raised in cages, picked by the roadside, stolen by neighbors...... In short, as long as something can be eaten raw, cooked, or cooked, you basically have to buy it.

He hugged his schoolbag and carefully avoided the citizens up and down, and walked towards the North Korean meat stall. The aunts, uncles, and cunning girls and boys who kept the stall saw him as if they were fathers and wanted to marry their daughters: "What do you want little brother? This green pepper is not expensive for ten pounds and ten yuan......

An aunt came over there, and just looked at the green peppers, he immediately whispered, "Four yuan a catty, come on?"

Feng Yiting didn't bother to pay attention to these traffickers. The market is the most starkly opposing place in the world. The seller strongly wants to charge more, and the buyer gives less in every possible way. The two of them set up a formation opposite each other, pointing to the heavens and quoting scriptures, perhaps for the benefit of a dime and a half.

The market is also the most real place in this world, there is no friendship, no hatred, maybe just for a few cents, and suddenly the two of them turned their faces and then scolded. In general, there will be no real shots.

Feng Yiting dodged the two aunts who were scolding, and then saw Mo Yunsheng biting a cigarette and slashing meat.

He came to find Mo Yunsheng.

"Chop some meat, little brother?" Seeing himself approaching, Mo Yunsheng said without raising his head while chopping meat: "Authentic green pork, I haven't been fed with feed......! I'm losing money, and I'm not going to tell you!"

"Uncle Mo. Feng Yiting called him, and Mo Yunsheng hurriedly raised his head and saw him.

"You!" he spat out the remaining two centimeters of cigarette butts, and then asked, "What kind of food do you buy on the street yourself?"

Feng Yiting shook his head, smiled and said, "I don't buy vegetables, I want to ask you something." ”

Mo Yunsheng said while looking for money: "Ask me something?" Then you come in first and don't stand in the way of this aunt...... Chop some meat, big sister, which piece do you want today? Don't worry! It's all fresh green pork, and I haven't eaten a little feed!"

The eldest sister picked up the piece of meat he recommended, and was a little suspicious: "Haven't you been fed a little feed?"

"Really. Mo Yunsheng's face did not change, and his heart did not beat: "If I lie to you, I Zhang Daolin will not die well!"

"Don't you have the surname Mo?" The eldest sister seemed to remember what his surname was, and then it was a little strange: "Last time I watched you give people invoices, it seems that it was written Mo, right?"

"Where!" Mo Yunsheng said solemnly: "My surname is Zhang! The Tao of morality, the forest of the forest! I will not die well if I lie to you!"

Feng Yiting stood to the side dumbfounded, dumbfounded.

After sending the eldest sister away, Mo Yunsheng asked Feng Yiting while counting the money: "Why did you come to the market?

Feng Yiting nodded, Mo Yunsheng put the money away, then pulled over a bench and said politely to him: "Sit, Xiao Feng." ”

Obviously, he wanted to be called "Little Daoyou", but in the market, he obviously didn't want to reveal his identity, so he changed his tune. Feng Yiting sat on a bench with him and asked, "What about Uncle Hu and Uncle Zhang?"

"They!" Mo Yunsheng replied, "One is guarding the stones, and the other is telling fortunes next to the shoe repair stall outside the market." ”

Feng Yiting smiled, Mo Yunsheng took out a big front door again, and asked while nodding: "You are looking for me, what is the matter?"

Feng Yiting thought for a while, and then said, "Uncle Mo, I want to ask you something, do you know what sect the Dao cultivator tree demon is?"

Mo Yunsheng was stunned for a moment, and said, "What kind of tree demon is refining the tree demon?"

Feng Yiting then followed himself to An Bo and briefly described the situation he encountered in the park. Mo Yunsheng was stunned, he pondered for a while, and then he said uncertainly: "Uh...... When you encounter this kind of thing, you won't offend the master of the Wuji Sect, right?"

"Wuji Sect?" Feng Yiting repeated a strange sentence, and then said in disbelief: "This seems to be a relatively large Taoist sect recently, it should be from the Danding faction, right?"

Mo Yunsheng nodded and said, "I don't know much about this sect, but I know that the people of this sect are quite kind and low-key. However, I know that among the Xuanmen sects, the only one is the spirit god worshiped in the Wuji Sect by cultivating spiritual power. The dryad you are talking about is somewhat like the natal spirit god of the disciples of this sect. ”

Feng Yiting hesitated for a moment, but finally didn't say anything about his suspicion of Shen Kun.

He was hesitating, but he heard Mo Yunsheng continue: "The underground giant demon you saw later, if I am not mistaken, it should be the 'God of Earth Spirits' that should be taught, this thing is powerful, and when it starts, the entire city can be swallowed in an instant." ”

Feng Yiting had experienced the power of this thing at that time, and the powerful energy after the appearance of that thing made him remember it vividly.

Mo Yunsheng thought for a while and said: "However, as far as I know, the Wuji Sect has always been very low-key, and it has never blushed with anyone, when it was still the Qing Dynasty, I knew a successor who should be the sect, always buying meat in my hands, kind and reasonable, quite a good person." ”

Feng Yiting was silent. It seems that Mo Yunsheng has a good impression of the sect, but how could Shen Kun be like this? As a classmate, Feng Yiting didn't want to believe that Shen Kun would kill him, after all, everyone was in the same class. And Shen Kun is a good kid, when he first came to school, he was the first classmate to associate with him.

To be honest, Feng Yiting had a good impression of him, and even hoped that he would have a relationship with Ye Yilin, so that she would not keep pestering him. However, what happened at school in the morning forced him to face reality.

Feng Yiting sat there in a daze, Mo Yunsheng got up to greet the customer, and he sat still in a daze. Mo Yunsheng dismissed the customer, and then came back to sit with him. He touched the cigarette and said, "But there is something wrong with this man, he likes women." ”

Feng Yiting was stunned for a moment, then saw Mo Yunsheng light the cigarette, and then said: "That guy is in his thirties, and he looks like he is only twenty-four or five." She was dressed very brightly, and every time she saw a young woman, she was full of energy and tried every means to get closer. ”

Taoist priests are no better than monks, they can get married and have children. Of course, it also depends on the rules of each sect, some sects are strict, and women will also be forbidden. Originally, if it was not eradicated, the good and bad disciples of various factions would be uneven, and it was inevitable that some lustful disciples would appear.

But Mo Yunsheng's words made Feng Yiting stunned. Because the characteristics of the disciples of the Wuji Sect that he said were too similar to Shen Kun!

Feng Yiting carefully checked Shen Kun in the morning and found that his physical condition should be more mature than other classmates. That is, he was older than the rest of his classmates. That shouldn't have aroused his suspicions.

The students in a class are old and young, even if they are a little exceeded, it is normal. However, Mo Yunsheng's words made him a little alert. There are not so many coincidences in the world. The people he knew were strikingly similar to the people Mo Yunsheng knew hundreds of years ago? Is this a characteristic of the sect?

First, Shen Kun is neatly dressed and handsome, and he likes girls. One more thing, why did he want to stay in a class smaller than him? Because Shen Kun's grades were quite outstanding in the class, it was impossible for him to be promoted because of his grades.

What is the reason for that, does it have a fixed purpose? Feng Yiting then asked Mo Yunsheng and said, "Uncle Mo, can you tell me more about this person you know?"

Mo Yunsheng was stunned for a moment, he took a puff of cigarette, thought for a while and said, "Hmm...... What about this person, everything is good, just a little, didn't I say just now, if you see a young woman, you will immediately be in good spirits and find a way to get closer. ”

When he said this, he stood up again, and it turned out that someone had come to buy meat. Mo Yunsheng said to him: "You wait, it's not convenient to talk here." I don't have much meat, if you don't worry, just wait for me to sell it and go home and talk about it!"

Feng Yiting nodded, and then sat on the bench and watched Mo Yunsheng sell meat.

Mo Yunsheng has sold meat for hundreds of years, and it is estimated that the sales level of the butcher is not surpassing him in the whole world. At this time, he was clever and tongue-in-cheek, anyway, he cursed and swore that Zhang Daolin was blocking it, and the spit flew everywhere, and the meat on the case quickly decreased. After a while, he sold the last piece of meat that could not be done at the market price to a man who had a dog at home. Then he packed up his things and said to Feng Yiting, "Let's go, come home with me." ”

Feng Yiting followed behind him, and Mo Yunsheng pushed out the motorcycle, packed it all into a basket, and walked out of the market. After leaving the market, Mo Yunsheng was not in a hurry to get in the car, and pushed the cart to the vicinity of the shoe repair stall next to him.

From afar, I heard Zhang Daolin's impassioned voice coming: "Really! I don't lie to you! Your life is good with one word, and the two words are very good......

was counted as a woman, and the math estimate was good: "Isn't this a word?"

"Well, well, don't care about a few words!" Zhang Daolin continued: "Your life is so good, I can't die if I lie to you! So, it's too big for you to collect fifty yuan, and if others don't give a hundred, my old Zhang won't bother to pay attention to him!"

The woman was even more strange: "Aren't you surnamed Mo? Why are you getting old again?"

"My surname is Mo!" Zhang Daolin Zhenzhen said eloquently: "Mo is inexplicable, the clouds of dark clouds, the sound of voices! I can't die well if I lie to you!"

Mo Yunsheng's face was expressionless, and then he opened his voice and shouted: "Zhang Daolin Zhang is blind, don't you go back, or will Lao Tzu go first?"

Zhang Daolin turned his head in a daze, a pair of jet-black sunglasses stared at Mo Yunsheng and did not move. The woman was originally paying for it, but when she heard Mo Yunsheng scream like this, she scolded "liar", straightened up and left.

Zhang Daolin was half angry to death, he stood up and shouted, "What's the matter, the surname is Mo...... Huh, Xiao Feng Doll?"

Mo Yunsheng scolded: "Swear by Lao Tzu again, I won't go to the office to find someone to check your ID card, and your surname is Zhang!"

Zhang Daolin said angrily: "I don't take who you will take? I can't die well, you are happy? Don't think that I don't know the way, you will use my name as soon as you are damned!"

Feng Yiting hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, Uncle Zhang, Uncle Mo, don't make noise, let's go back, let's talk about it when we go back." ”

The three of them then squeezed into Mo Yunsheng's broken motorcycle and drilled along the small alley. It seems that Mo Yunsheng is quite familiar with this area, and there is no one related to the police on the road he walks.

The car has no brakes at all, only a pedal that decelerates and cushions. As he spoke, the motorcycle rushed towards a makeshift yard! Mo Yunsheng simply didn't even step on the brakes, and went straight to the courtyard door. Zhang Daolin hurriedly kept his legs, and rubbed the soles of his feet on the ground. Hearing the sharp sound of the iron palm on Zhang Daolin's shoes, the speed of the car slowed down sharply, and it slowed down in an instant, and the wheels stopped when they reached the courtyard gate.

Feng Yiting was happy, it seems that Mo Yunsheng's car, Zhang Daolin is the brake part of it. Sure enough, Zhang Daolin jumped down as soon as he saw the car stop, raised the soles of his feet and looked at the heels of his shoes.

When he was finished, he scolded: "I'm grass, and I have to find Hu Shi to ask for a piece of good black iron to make the soles of my shoes, otherwise it will be worn out long ago." ”

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