Pan Luer, if shopkeeper Lao Deng knows that you are in contact with your friends, he will break your three legs!"
As if he had grasped some big handle, Zheng Qing stretched out his hand in front of the young shopkeeper of Huichun Hall and winked: "You know the old rules."
They say it's an old rule, but it's actually a euphemism for extortion.
Because Old Deng, the shopkeeper of Huichun Hall, strictly prohibited Deng Xiaoxian from going out and wandering around, for a while, Zheng Qing’s Sanyou Bookstore became the place where Deng Xiaoxian hid foreign packages and letters. But every time he asked Zheng Qing to help, there would always be
Give the young man some benefit.
Sometimes it's an old copper coin, sometimes it's a piece of beautiful scales, and sometimes it's some weird little bugs, such as a mosquito with two heads, a palm-sized fly slough, a bee condensed in amber, etc.
After going back and forth like this, Zheng Qing also developed the habit of asking for some favors from Deng Xiaoxian before keeping secrets for him.
Until now, in the largest poplar box in Zheng Qing's gray cloth bag, there are still many bits and pieces given to him by Deng Xiaoxian.
After hearing Zheng Qing's words, the young shopkeeper of Huichun Hall raised his arm and slapped Zheng Qing's outstretched hand: "Old rules, old rules, you big-headed devil... Hong Kong Zhen, if you want to be in school, you
If you use such crude means to deal with classmates, you will be blacklisted by the student union within a month."
"That means you have more sophisticated means of extorting money?" Zheng Qingxu looked at the tall and thin wizard in front of him.
"Blackmail? What are you talking about!" Deng Xiaoxian blew a breath and blew up the long hair on his forehead: "I have someone in Danhag... If you talk such nonsense, I will sue you for slander.
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After half a year of college experience, Zheng Qing is no longer the bookstore apprentice he was before.
He had heard Xiao Xiao mention Danhager more than once, so after receiving Deng Xiaoxian's 'threat', he immediately raised his hands to express surrender - of course, this did not mean that he believed what Deng Xiaoxian said.
It's just that he felt that such jokes to heighten the atmosphere should be stopped.
"Originally, I planned to introduce some fireflies from the school." Zheng Qing changed the subject and patted the gray cloth bag on his waist: "I have a shop in the pedestrian street, hehe..."
Before he finished speaking, his head was attacked by a thread-bound book.
"At such a young age, who do you think you are?" Deng Xiaoxian blew his hair and stared at Zheng Qing, with surprise on his face: "I haven't seen you for half a year, and your momentum has grown... you used to have the habit of blushing after just a few words!
"
Zheng Qing rolled his eyes and pretended not to hear Deng Xiaoxian's teasing.
Instead, he continued: "... After seeing Damingfang and Beta Town Pedestrian Street, I know how backward the Hui Ziji is. So, I was thinking about when I would come back to change the signboards for the neighbors...their ones
The shop signs are too old, and not a single bit of modern promotional magic has been used. It is completely inconsistent with the basic principles of business operation."
In this way, he began to talk endlessly about his ideas for transformation, and at the same time he pointed out the Baicao Hall behind Deng Xiaoxian, saying that an alchemy doll could be placed here, a group of elves could be raised there, etc.
While he was making noise, the young shopkeeper of Huichun Hall said nothing and just flipped through the medicine book in his hand casually.
It wasn't until Zheng Qing got tired of talking and wanted to drink some water to moisten his throat that Deng Xiaoxian calmly raised a finger: "It's up to you how you want to reform... If you can take out a copper from the old man's pocket, it counts."
It’s up to you.”
"These old men and women on the street have no other habits. Each one is better than the last in their ability to calculate carefully."
Hearing this, Zheng Qing stretched out his legs and sat down on the threshold, never wanting to get up again.
In front of him, in the sky above Huiziji Street, the golden pheasant flying back and forth suddenly spread its wings and played a piece of music:
"...Old Jack turned his compass, the spurs on his heels clicked, his left eye narrowed slightly, and his right hand pressed the Dharma book on his waist..."
Listening to this familiar song, Zheng Qing couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, but he still didn't move.
He didn't want to move anymore, but Deng Xiaoxian became interested.
The young shopkeeper of Huichun Hall dropped the book in his hand, stood up, walked two sliding steps to the music played by the golden pheasant in mid-air, then twisted his body, and blew from time to time to move the lock of hair on his forehead.
Her long hair flew up, and she struck a pose that she thought was chic.
I must admit, this guy's rhythm is very accurate.
"You know this song too?!"
Zheng Qing showed a slightly interested expression on his face - this is the most common expression after finding a common topic in chat - and he immediately explained: "The store I opened on the school pedestrian street often plays this song.
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"What wizard doesn't know the classic hunting song?" Deng Xiaoxian was very dissatisfied with the fuss made at public expense.
This made Zheng Qing a little angry.
"Then do you know who old Jack is?" he asked sarcastically.
"It's nothing more than a certain western mage who left traces in the era of westward monster hunting." Deng Xiaoxian blew a breath, letting the long hair in front of his forehead flutter, and then naturally changed the topic: "Ti
When it comes to hunting monsters... Xiaojian told me that you performed well this year and even won a trophy?"
The small sword he was talking about was Deng Xiaojian, the hunter of the Judgment Hunting Team of the First University, who once helped the Exoneration Hunting Team train.
Mentioning this matter, Zheng Qing must also thank the young shopkeeper of Huichun Hall in front of him.
"The champion of the freshman competition... Actually, our hunting team is not that powerful." Zheng Qing's attitude at this moment has changed 180 degrees compared to before. He seems much kinder and more well-behaved.
"Your hunting team is not very powerful... You mean, you are very powerful, right?" Deng Xiaoxian glanced at the young wizard with vacant eyes, and choked: "Having not seen each other for half a year, I am much thicker-skinned... Sure enough,
Living independently is the most training thing."
Immediately, he sighed in a tone mixed with regret and nostalgia: "It turns out that innocent and kind-hearted young man... finally died."
"Go away!" Zheng Qing's grateful mood that lasted for several seconds immediately dissipated.
He grabbed the book "Hold the Bottle" in front of him and threw it on Deng Xiaoxian, laughing and scolding: "You are just dead! I am alive and well... Can you say some auspicious words for the Chinese New Year!"
"Bang!" The young wizard's head was hit by a book again.
"You're talking nonsense again," Deng Xiaoxian put away the "Hold the Bottle" in his hand, tilted his eyes at the young wizard, and lectured: "How old are you, being both a brother and a master? The toad yawned - it's not a small tone.
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"Tsk," Zheng Qing covered his head, a little annoyed: "Don't hit your head all the time, okay? I'm a publicly funded student at First University, and my brain is very valuable!"