Most of the hermits and knight-errants in the human world have eccentric personalities that cannot be understood by common sense.
Chen Ping'an was not curious about the secretive man in green shirt.
Just like Liu Zong, the knife sharpener, said before, the road under our feet is so wide. It is not a narrow path, let alone a single-plank bridge. Everyone goes their own way, and there is nothing wrong with it.
Outside the inn, the slovenly man in green shirt did not go far. In fact, he was squatting at the door of the inn, with the thin dog lying beside him. The man turned his head and looked at the dog, feeling that he was worse off than it was. For a moment, he thought
He wanted to recite a poem, but after searching for a long time, he could not produce a masterpiece that was ridiculed as a "lime poem" by the little lame man. The man comforted himself in his heart, it doesn't matter, the article is made by nature, and the good hand comes by chance, there is no need to force it.
The second floor of the inn.
Chen Pingan hesitated a little whether to invite Zhu Lian again.
The reason is that he wants to stay in the Daquan Dynasty for a while, and there is only Wei Xian around him, who can at most protect Pei Qian, and it is difficult to help him. Once he is in a dangerous situation like the Lotus Flower Land, all parties are enemies, and Chen Ping'an is worried that he will
An error occurred while busy.
After Chen Ping'an successfully invited Wei Xian from one scroll, he never touched the second one. It was not that he felt sorry for the Guyu money, but eleven Guyu coins were exchanged for the founding emperor of the Nanyuan Kingdom.
Ren Enemy, once the number one person in the world, Chen Ping'an was very controlled even if he didn't secretly enjoy himself.
The reason why the bottom line was set at ten Grain Rain coins at that time was not because Chen Ping'an felt that Wei Xian and his like were only worth this price, but that at that time, the old Taoist who was afraid of meeting for the last time and seemed to be in a bad mood gave him the scroll, but he didn't even care about it at all.
I'm sorry, the old Taoist is not bad at rules, but he can also disgust people. Chen Ping'an can't keep gambling.
After all, Guyu money is the rarest of the three kinds of fairy money. One coin is equivalent to a million taels of silver, a small mountain of silver. After the annexation of the Lu Dynasty, the Great Li Dynasty claimed to be the most powerful in the northern part of Aquarius Continent.
How much is the annual tax revenue? Sixty million taels of silver. Of course, this is just the money that the Song family of Dali put on the table.
The reason why he has been standing still these days is because of the unusual meaning in the words of the little Taoist boy carrying the golden sword gourd on his back. The guy clearly wants to trick him, and in the painting of Wu Madman Zhu Lian
Above. The old Taoist, probably out of shame, only dug a small hole for Chen Pingan, and the little Taoist boy dug out a big hole with all his strength.
Chen Ping'an piled up the remaining Guyu coins at his hand, picked up one and gently threw it into the scroll.
The rising clouds and mist are something I never tire of watching.
In the lobby on the first floor, the old man on the other side of the curtain knocked on the cigarette pole, stood up, came to the counter, and glanced outside the door, "That down-and-out scholar is not simple."
The woman flipped the abacus absentmindedly, "Third Master, you have nagged him so many times. I know it well and will not really make him angry."
The old man put his elbows on the counter, puffed out smoke, and said in a deep voice: "If you really like her, you can remarry. If your father doesn't agree, I will support you later."
The woman stamped her foot and said angrily: "Third Master, what are you talking about? How could I like him?!"
The old man said calmly: "Isn't it good? Although I don't know where they come from, I can't tell the difference between young people. How many are there at the border of Daquan? If you shave cleanly, maybe you can still look good.
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The woman simply ignored the next sentence, raised her chin, and nodded towards Chen Ping'an's room upstairs, "How many can there be? Third Master, this young foreign guest wearing a white robe and hanging a red gourd, together with the
A personal guard, can you tell how high or low they are? No, inside and outside the store, aren’t there just three of them at once?”
The old man said the next sentence with a straight face, and went back to the kitchen to cook some food for himself to reward the temple of five internal organs. "Good intentions are treated as a donkey's liver and lungs, and you deserve to be widowed for so many years."
The woman had long been accustomed to the old man's temper and called out to the old man softly, "No matter what, those three people upstairs are all benefactors. Don't make your own decisions and drug people. Last time, those two rangers stripped you naked." The clothes were thrown at the gate of Hu'er Town overnight, and these two big men turned into young ladies because of you, and almost hanged themselves."
The old man curled his lips and said, "I'm not a master of evil. Why would I drug someone? I'm afraid that you would drug that kid and get him confused and do whatever you want."
The woman slapped her hand in a gesture, "A dog can't spit out ivory from its mouth."
The old man likes to be more serious, "Go and ask the prosperous money tree outside the door, can it spit out ivory?"
The woman retorted, "I'm not a dog. I can't stand a chance with Wangcai, unlike you."
The old man touched the woman with his cigarette rod and said, "Whoever falls in love with you in the future will be unable to hold down the coffin boards of his ancestors."
The woman didn't care about these words. She had been in the market, ran an inn for so many years, and entertained guests from all directions. Her words had a smell of meat, a knife, and vinegar. She had never seen anything before, so she lowered her voice and said, "That big monster, what should I do?" You weren't killed for this person, were you?"
The old man shook his head, "If he is really the number one general under the command of the Water God of Pine Needle Lake, haha, only the earthly immortals and their like can have such extraordinary abilities. Although this idle scholar is certainly not simple, he is not that strong. He is not like the academy. A few old masters and Confucian sages who are engaged in academic research will not hide their heads and tails when they have done such a righteous deed, and there is no need to hide it deliberately, right?"
The woman was deep in thought.
The old man finally persuaded: "Okay, I won't say nice things twice, but I will nag you once. I think that the down-and-out scholar is a bit poorer, a bit ugly, a bit mean-mouthed, and not a decent person. In fact, he is a bit poor. Not bad, he is a young and strong man after all..."
The woman's face was dark, and one word popped out from between her teeth, "Get out!"
The hunchbacked old man's expression remained normal, he turned around and left.
The vicissitudes of his face were like an old knotted bark. If there was a mosquito bite, the old man would probably bite it with a slight frown.
The palms of both hands are covered with calluses. They are clasped behind their backs, with their left hand resting on their right wrist and their right hand holding a cigarette stick.
The old man seemed to be saying to himself: "Where did the cat named Chun come from in the middle of the night and winter? It's strange that the little cripple is still asking me where I am today."
The woman's face turned red, she gritted her teeth and cursed, "You old and dishonest guy deserves to be a bachelor for the rest of his life!"
The little cripple had just finished clearing the table and heard the last conversation between the old hunchback and the landlady. He asked curiously: "Woman landlady, what's going on? We don't have any cats in the inn. Could it be a wild cat that sneaked into the inn from outside? What if? I caught him and I had to give him a beating. Let me just say that there are often missing chicken drumsticks, steamed buns and the like in the kitchen. It must have been eaten secretly by his greedy mouth. Don’t worry, boss lady, I will definitely find him out..."
The woman took out a feather duster from behind the counter and hit the little lame man on the head, "Pull it out, I'll let you pull it out!"
Still not relieved, she walked around the counter and chased the young boy who was weak on his legs, beating him so fast that the little cripple could walk as fast as flying.
She threw the feather duster casually, hesitated for a moment, and tiptoed upstairs. She slowed down her pace and walked back and forth. She couldn't hear any movement. She returned to the lobby on the first floor, was in a daze for a while, and went to the old hunchback behind the curtain.
He picked up a palm-sized piece of dried meat from the kitchen and a small pot of green plum wine that had been brewed for half a year. He walked outside the inn and saw the poor scholar squatting next to the dog.
After raising his head, he threw wine and meat to him and said in a cold voice: "One tael of silver has been recorded in the account. I didn't give it to you for free."
It wasn't until the woman crossed the threshold and walked into the lobby that the man in green clothes looked back and sighed: "Wangcai, do you know what this is called? This is the most difficult thing to accept the kindness of a beautiful woman."
He tore off a small piece of meat and gave it to Wangcai at his feet, and then touched his beard, "If I had shaved my beard, would it be okay?!"
When the woman walked up to the second floor, Chen Pingan gently pressed the scroll and turned to look at the door.
Fortunately, the woman did not knock on the door to disturb him.
When she walked down the stairs, Chen Pingan continued to throw money.
Chen Pingan threw twelve Grain Rain coins into the scroll in one breath.
Still couldn't get Zhu Lian to show up.
Chen Ping'an picked up the sword gourd at hand, then remembered that he ran out of wine before entering the inn, so he could only put it down gently.
The Yin Shen of the Song family in Laolongcheng paid for the bamboo slip and took out ten grain rain coins. Flying Eagle Fort Lutai divided the spoils and paid Chen Pingan twenty coins. Adding in the trip to Hanging Mountain, Chen Pingan had a total of twenty-nine coins.
For the sake of Wei Xian, eleven of the Grain Rain coins were eaten for the picture scroll, and eighteen were left.
There were only six Guyu coins on the table.
Martial arts madman Zhu Lian is still "posing" on the painting for the time being and refuses to step out, so the remaining two paintings, Demon Sect Lu Baixiang, and Sui Youyou, the only female swordsman in the history of Ouhua Blessed Land, have to be paid by Chen Pingan
How many will come out?
Chen Pingan sighed and glanced at the smiling old man in the painting.
If you throw it in again, you will really go bankrupt. Although you have accumulated a lot of snow money and Xiaoshu money, they are just numbers. After they are actually converted into Guyu money, they will shrink seriously.
Chen Ping'an felt helpless, put away the scroll and hid it in Feijian Fifteen, opened the door, and went downstairs to drink to relieve his boredom. Earlier, in order to carry Wei Xian upstairs, he forgot to put wine in the sword gourd, and shook the empty "Ginger"
"pot", Chen Ping'an thought about the little Taoist boy carrying the huge golden gourd. He cursed in his heart and said about the other six "best" sword-raising gourds in the world. Could it be that the one the little Taoist boy was carrying was the best for holding wine?
Bar?
Chen Ping'an didn't know at the moment that he had guessed it accidentally. In fact, he only guessed half of it.
That golden sword-raising gourd named "Dou Liang" indeed contained the most water in the world, and it was the water from the East China Sea. For this reason, the entire East China Sea water level dropped several feet.
Therefore, even a poor scholar can't help but marvel at it, and add the last half of flattery: a small gourd can raise thousands of dragons, the Taoist ancestor is good, the great is good, the old man is good.
Of course, it is also possible that he said this as a coincidence because he was discussing Taoism with an old Taoist and destroyed many lotus leaves in the Lotus Cave.
In the Divine Continent of the Middle Earth, in that Confucian temple known as the "gentle and authentic" Confucianism, those clay statues of saints who still stand high on the altar must not be able to do such a thing, break other people's things, and then have to do it again.
He acts like a rogue, but as an old scholar whose statue was moved out of the Confucian Temple, he behaves so naturally, even more naturally than the Taoist immortals in Baiyu Jing.
When we got downstairs, the landlady was smiling like a flower.
He is handsome, rich, and has a good temperament. The more the woman looks at Chen Pingan, the more attractive she becomes.
Chen Ping'an ordered a pound of green plum wine brewed for five years in a small jar and poured it into Yangjian Hu in front of the landlady.
In the eyes of women, the sword gourd is just a vermilion wine gourd. It is not valuable when rubbed until it shines, but it looks like it has been loved by at least two generations before it is used and becomes an old item.
The woman supported her cheek with one hand, turned sideways and sat on the bench, turned her head and looked at the young man who was pouring the wine with a steady hand. Her cheeks were slightly red, and the wine halo had not faded away. She asked with a smile: "Master,
Wouldn’t it be easier to drink from a bowl? If I finish drinking this pound of wine for you, wouldn’t you have to put it into the gourd again?”
To be continued...