"It's been so many days and there's been no movement at all. Senju, you're not fooling us old guys, are you?"
"Qianshou, I'm not telling you, brother, that group in the Northeast just set up a hall in that shabby place and never left Shanhaiguan since ancient times. They also said that witches and poisons can't leave Sichuan. Even if they definitely come out, haha, the dispute about witches and poisons has been going on for a long time.
, I’m afraid I’m too busy taking care of myself.”
"Yeah yeah."
"We listened to you last time, and now we've ended up like this. Senju, you've done us a lot of harm. We old guys might have the other foot in the coffin tomorrow, and I won't be able to die in peace."
In a small hut, several old men sat there with dark faces, as if they were going to challenge Qianju Xingshi.
Qianju had repeatedly promised before that he would invite experts to help, but now he didn't even see a shadow of him. How could they, the old guys, sit still?
Qian Shu holds the big smoking pole in one hand, and with the other hand he pinches out a handful of cut tobacco from the tobacco bag. Under the dim light, the strands of cut tobacco have a golden texture.
With a pinch of your fingers, knead it into a small ball.
Smoking is a slow process. The tobacco should not be pinched too firmly or too loosely. If it is too firm, it will taste bad when you smoke it. If it is too loose, it will be gone after two puffs.
However, Qian Shu rubbed it just right and gently threw it into the pot. Then the candle on the table slowly burned the outer ring of shredded tobacco into carbonization, and then he put it to his mouth and slowly took a puff.
As for the complaints of the old people in front of him, Qianju didn't hear a single word.
On the contrary, seeing them jumping anxiously in front of me, I felt a happy feeling in my heart. I secretly laughed in my heart. These old guys really didn't want to suffer at all.
Now I am not in a hurry, and I don't need to worry about their morale being low and they will disperse in a hurry. With the soul-binding order as a sharp sword hanging over their heads, they cannot help but work hard.
As the smoke was exhaled from his mouth and nose, and the green smoke floated like clouds in the air, Qianju finally said: "There is still some time before the Mid-Autumn Festival. Why are you in a hurry? You always have to give people time to get on their way."
"But I heard that the three religions were also alarmed and sent their disciples down. Yu Daozi from Qingshan Temple has been in City L for a long time, and..." An old man raised his head and glanced at Qianju after saying this.
He said: "There is also movement from the Longmen Sect. This time it seems that Shu Mingqing is leading people down the mountain."
When the words "Shu Miao Qing" were mentioned, everyone's voices in the room suddenly stopped, and everyone looked at Qianju.
Qianju's half-draped eyelids suddenly widened when he heard the name. His face, which had been deformed by the fire, became colder and colder. With a squeeze of his fingers, his beloved cigarette rod was completely broken off.
He gritted his teeth and said, "This bastard actually went down the mountain too."
Why does the green tree need people? Why does it make everyone so jealous? Why does Qianju hate him so much.
In fact, speaking of it, this person is not well-known in the world, and the younger generation has never heard of him.
Only people of the older generation like them know the background of Shu Meiqing, and only old people like them can understand that in that era of Shu Meiqing, he was as dazzling as the destined protagonist.
Just listen to his name and you will know.
The eldest disciple of Chunyang Palace and the direct descendant of the Quanzhen sect of the Zhengba Jing. When he was young, he killed the Western swordsman with a short sword in three moves. He broke into the Japanese dojo alone and killed the Japanese swordsman Shangquan Ganxin and then left in style at a young age.
He became the leader of the Quanzhen Sect.
At that time, many evil spirits took advantage of the chaos to sneak into the Forbidden City and compete for the immortal treasures.
After Qian Shu and Huo Wuji obtained the Immortal Treasure, they fought with blood flowing all the way. When they were about to break out of the siege, they met Shu Mingqing.
The four of them didn't take Shu Mingqing seriously at that time. They just felt that the lineage of Quanzhen Longmen had reached a point where no one could continue it, and they actually let such a young man serve as the leader.
So the four of them joined forces and planned to kill him and make him famous.
result……
Huo Wuji was stabbed to death with a sword and died on the spot. Before his death, the out-of-control Hunyuan Fire exploded, causing Qian Shou and three others to be injured.
Qian Shu's strength was at the bottom, and the result is self-evident. Just look at his face and you can see how miserable it was at that time, and the immortal treasure was also damaged and split into four parts at that time.
This was an old case, and they became Shu Meiqing's stepping stones, which made Shu Meiqing famous. Thanks to their good fortune, the situation was chaotic at that time, and someone provoked the foreign devils who were looking at him. Shu Meiqing saw that
The police could only leave them temporarily to stop these foreign devils from burning, killing and robbing, thus giving them three chances to survive.
Later, Shu Mingqing retired from the world. Qianju didn't expect that after so many years, this guy was still alive and would even bring people here in person. This really made Qianju feel very complicated.
After a long time, Qianju calmed down and put the cigarette holder to his mouth. Only then did he realize that the cigarette rod in his hand had been broken by himself. Looking at the broken cigarette rod, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful.
This is a rosewood smoking stem.
"Everyone, there is no need to worry about the affairs of the three religions. They dare not get involved. Otherwise, why would they let old guys like Yu Daozi come out to prop up the show?"
It can be said that Qianshou knows the behavior of the three religions very well.
At this time, the more they dare not show up, for fear that the government will notice them. The reason why they send some people here is just to show off. Don't look at Yu Daozi and Shu Mingqing. One is a senior in the world, and the other is a top expert.
.
But Yudaozi is just a small Taoist temple at the foot of Longhu Mountain. At best, it is a branch of Longhu Mountain, and at worst, it is a watchdog.
As for Shu Mingqing, he is no longer the headmaster of Quanzhen, but is just a representative of the Longmen Sect.
The two of them are not even considered the main force, so how can they interfere with them.
After Qianju said this, everyone felt relieved. After Qianju assured them that reinforcements would arrive in a few days, they sent these old guys away.
After everyone left, Qian Shu rubbed his forehead a little tiredly. Monk Ming walked in from outside the door and handed it to Qian Shu with a bowl of water.
Qianju didn't drink either, and just asked: "How many of them are there in Jingshou City?"
Monk Ming smiled bitterly and said: "After meeting the master that day, they followed him and said they were helping him and beating him up."
Monk Ming had already spoken very tactfully, but why couldn't Qianshou hear what Monk Ming was saying, which was nothing more than the fact that the group of people under his own command had all been forced into a corner.
Hearing this, Qian Shu could not help but sneer, put down the cigarette rod that had been broken into two parts, and sighed longly: "A bunch of fools, my brother is a solitary eater, and you still want to follow him
It’s a fool’s dream to get a piece of the pie behind you. If you don’t care about them, they will cry when you do..."
"Hululu..."
At this time, in the noodle shop, there were two large piles of empty bowls placed in front of a large table.
Whether they are eating or passing by, all eyes are focused on this table.
There was an old man and a young man at the table, holding a big bowl and stuffing it into their mouths. The scene was like the reincarnation of two starving ghosts.
It's funny to say that just because the old man and the young man were sitting at the same table, they started to fight over their appetites for some reason. You would have one bowl, and I would have two bowls.
I have seen cockfights, dog fights, and bullfights, but I have never seen fights over rice. Even pigs would not dare to eat like this.
When everyone saw the two calling for another bowl, they immediately cheered. The boss stood behind and tapped his feet, but he was already thinking about whether to call 120.
These two are competing against each other, and I don’t care if they compete with each other, but if they die in their own shop, will their shop still be able to survive?
"Brother is having a grand opening today!"
The owner of the chowder restaurant nearby came over and congratulated with a smile.
"Haha, I won't be open any day."
The noodle shop owner's face turned dark when he saw him. As the saying goes, enemies are friends in the same industry. This guy said he was polite, but in his heart he wished that the old and young couple would stand up and choke him to death in the noodle shop.
Fortunately, the two of them put down their bowls and chopsticks, drank the bottle of beer on the table, and finally had no intention of eating any more.
"boom!"
I saw the old man put the beer in his hand on the table, his face was flushed, and his forehead was covered with sweat. He patted his belly and said proudly: "I'm 80% full, young man, how old are you."
Xu Tong gently put down the wine bottle in his hand, glanced at the old man disdainfully and said, "I had eaten two bowls before you came, and now I'm only 70% full."
The old man stood up with a glare and slowly untied the belt around his waist: "I'm sixty percent full now."
When the people around saw this, they thought that these days there are all kinds of people. I have heard of some people being angry and bragging about others, and I have also heard of people fighting for wealth, but I have never heard of people fighting for a big appetite.
Seeing the old man's unconvinced look, Xu Tong smiled brightly and pointed to the next door: "How about four more stews!"
"Haha, who are you looking down on? How can you be full just by eating stew and a big steamed bun?" The old man held out four fingers unwilling to be outdone: "That's four per person!"
The two of them stood up and walked out, watching the two uncles walk into their store.
The noodle shop owner laughed, and the braised vegetable restaurant owner was dumbfounded.
After a while, he came back to his senses and heard the noodle shop owner's face glowing red, his smile extremely bright, and he cupped his hands towards the chowder restaurant owner and said: "Congratulations, brother, I think you are having a grand opening today."
The owner of the stew restaurant woke up after hearing this and hurriedly ran outside. From a distance, he could hear the scream of the owner of the stew restaurant: "Uncle, little brother, come back quickly. The stew is not delicious, so let's eat noodles."
