After the young man in black shirt left, a man walked out of Shopkeeper Sun's side room. He was originally a very good-looking person, but now his smile was full of interest, and he didn't know how many women he wanted to break his heart. He staggered forward without saying a word. Behind shopkeeper Sun, he sat down where the young man had been sitting. He turned around and looked at the rain outside the window. He laughed out loud unknowingly. He didn't hide it, but it was because he was taking a picture of a girl who was much more delicate than a woman. A few wisps of heroic spirit seeped out of his face, and his face was filled with hardness and softness, making it look very strange no matter how you looked at it.
"Shaoxia Yun is a rare good person in this world. Although it sounds very arrogant to say this, I still want to say a few heart-wrenching nonsense to the street owner. It is best for this young man to let him go. .”
The old man's hands clearly slowed down as he gathered the medicinal materials. Without looking back, he kept his head lowered and his eyebrows lowered. He carefully selected some medicinal materials that were still stained with muddy water, threw them on a porcelain plate, and suddenly let out a long sigh. I am an ordinary doctor, but in this city, although everyone is willing to give me two or three points because of my clever methods, I can definitely not be called an expert, and I can hardly be counted among the nine. He was among the top three in the stream, but he was grouped together with people who were proficient in witchcraft. If he said something like this, he might offend this powerful and wealthy street owner. It was really outrageous to say something like this.
The street owner was not busy picking up the conversation, but just enjoyed the rain alone for a long time. Later, he simply turned the old chair around, leaned on the back of the chair, wrapped his arms around it, and stared quietly out of the dilapidated wooden window for a while.
"That's not what I said to you in the first place. I have already said that little brother Yun's ability cannot be seen by doctors like you who only know how to collect medicine and diagnose pulse. Even I can't see through it. It's obvious that he is The power of his punches is not unrivaled, and his punches may not be unique in all directions, but he is able to win the hearts of those masters. With his ability in these methods, this Yun Shaoxia is an extraordinary martial artist. "
"I have been in Bafang Street for many years, and of course I am very familiar with the masters in Baiqiong Tower. Zhu Kuai's temperament is often tougher than his heart. Even though he knows that he may have no hope of winning in this life, he still abandons the pride of a so-called warrior. I came to ask for advice. In fact, I had already understood in my heart that there was no comparison with that little brother Yun. On the contrary, the distance between the two would eventually grow longer with the years, and maybe I might not be lucky enough to see even smoke in the future. No matter what kind of character this person is, How can a young man with a high level of skill and skill who has not yet reached a championship be a simple person?"
Both of the two people in the house knew it well, but shopkeeper Sun didn't dare to reveal it, and they knew it tacitly. It wasn't until the street owner spoke that the thick bitter smell of medicine separated them. The two looked at each other.
How can it be considered easy to take one step? What's more, what the young man wanted to do was to smash the rules of the archway and the bad guys. There was no turning around. Even if the owner of Baiqiong Tower stood still, the one who was beaten in the end was still the owner of Bafang Street. Zhang Qingxiu. In this street, the street owner is the biggest rule. He stands at the top of a towering tree, but the young man wants to break off the roots of the tree. How can he get the best of both worlds?
Although shopkeeper Sun is old and no longer as sharp as he used to be, he can still see clearly the little things that are so obvious to him.
"I have no intention of embarrassing this young man with a great background. There are people outside the world, and there is a world outside the world. I understand better than you. Maybe the moment I try to touch this little brother Yun with my front foot, boundless trouble will arise from the back foot. If it really happens, I respect the Buddha, Bafang Street is rich, but it can't bear two slaps." Contrary to the old man's expectation, the street owner in front of him did not show any anger at all. Instead, he stood up slowly, picked up the few orchids on the table, and put his hands on his chin. After a little movement, even traces of blood and grass juice dripped down, and he smiled slightly, "But when it comes to this, I, the owner of Bafang Street, still feel that I am very proud of my face. Such a capable person This extremely young man, who is already at his age when he is sharp and full of energy, has never fallen out with me from the beginning to the end. He is quite measured in what he does and did not speak frankly to me until just now, which makes me very happy."
After saying that, the street owner glanced at the old man who kept his eyebrows lowered and kept silent, sighed softly, and patted the old man's shoulder quite intimately.
"Long time no see. You're much thinner. What's the point of replenishing your body at this age? What's so important about doing so?"
"Although we are on different sides, since I, the street owner, am half a senior and already wear gold and silver, of course I will not resort to any overly ruthless tactics like in the past. I am in the market. I guess you have never seen two people from wealthy families fighting with each other after a disagreement, pulling their hair buns to steal flat peaches, and ended up in a miserable state."
"But after all, he is fulfilling his responsibilities in his position. If Brother Yun makes a move, if he doesn't take it, he will be underestimating him."
When the street owner walked out of the house, he saw the child still looking at the yellow dog without blinking, with a very sad expression. Then he realized that the yellow dog seemed to be too old, not to mention that it had been exposed to the rain and wind. , even if he is provided with good food and medicine all day long, he may not be able to survive the end of the month. Now he can only breathe, and it is almost difficult to stand up.
The yellow dog was wearing a very long raincoat, and the child was holding an umbrella with black ribs in his hand.
The street owner squinted his eyes and looked into the distance. It was clear that it was raining at this time, and no one came to the remote areas such as Niuyi Lane. At least there was no one today. The children did not know that this person had always been very gentle. Mr. Street Master, why do you suddenly look so ferocious today, gnashing your teeth, and all the horizontal and vertical lines on your face are visible, and even two or three points of resentment are entangled in it.
After a while, the child ran back to the shop, rubbed his red eyes, and cried loudly, saying that the street owner had removed the raincoat covering the yellow dog and tore it into several pieces, and also took the umbrella that Yun Zhong had just given him. He snatched it away and walked straight out of Niuyi Alley, leaving the yellow dog lying in the cold rain.
Since the children came to study medicine with their master, the yellow dog has been playing with the children all day long. Shopkeeper Sun is always busy and has a very bad temper. Only the yellow dog is humane and often plays with the children. The latter sees him dying, of course. Sadness suddenly arose in my heart, but I couldn't understand why my master never took the yellow dog to the shop to take shelter from the rain.
"In the past, people here were kind-hearted, but since the rise of Bafang Street, it seems that being kind-hearted has become something that cannot be said or done. If anyone in the street takes one more look at the frail and disabled beggars, they will express their feelings. Even the slightest hint of pity will be looked down upon by others, and over time, everyone seems to be ashamed of it. Even those who are always willing to do good things cannot bear to be ridiculed, and in the end they will just look on with cold eyes like others."
"But before the street owner was a street owner, he was actually a very good person." This time, the old shopkeeper neither reprimanded nor scolded the children for being worthless. He tremblingly took out two thin ginseng medicines from the medicine cabinet, which made him feel better. The medicine pestle that had been used for many years carefully ground into medicinal powder and waved towards the outside of the house.
The rain continued unabated, but when the boy returned home, his shoulders never got wet along the way. The blue light all over his body appeared and faded in and out, and it was actually faintly pulling Yun Zhong's footsteps, and the yellow dragon in his wrists jumped for joy, but it was still unable to do so. The young man took half a step away.
However, Yun Zhong still didn't drink alcohol today. As soon as he entered the house, he sat down cross-legged and wiped the rain with one hand. Then, countless raindrops froze around his body and floated in the sky. The whole courtyard was rainless for a while.
It was still a white wooden formation, but compared to the one outside the Nangong Mountain house, the aura was much deeper. Huang Long twisted his body, almost forcefully pouring the inner energy into the young man's body, and the rivers and lakes surged and flowed out. For a moment, the several pieces of Lancang water in the young man's body that were already dim and invisible began to shine brightly. The white wooden formation also grew stronger, almost covering the entire house, as solid as a rock.
But the young man in the formation didn't look happy at all. Instead, his expression changed ferociously.
When the green light emerged from just now, Yun Zhong felt that his mood immediately changed. If Huanglong usually disturbed people's minds by just scratching the surface and trying to stop it, now it has changed its path, from a trickle to a river in an instant. The tide made Yun Zhong almost unable to withstand such an attack. He followed Huang Long's thoughts. He gritted his teeth several times before he was able to stabilize his thoughts. He set up a large white wood array and sat cross-legged in the middle, but he still couldn't help it. Various thoughts suddenly arise.
After all, Huang Long is on par with the four realms. Even if he is not a spiritual treasure or a cultivator, his magical power is still superb and completely irresistible. What's more, these methods are the most subtle. Invisibly, it actually makes Yun Zhong's mind In an instant, all the anger, sorrow, and bitterness came rushing in, but Yun Zhong always kept his mind steady, and his face was still changing.
Perhaps Huanglong poured his inner energy into the young man's body like crazy this time. It had long since disappeared into his Dantian, but some inner energy remained. The Qiu Lake slowly floated up, swayed slowly for two or three times, and then rose straight into the air. After waking up from the dream, he wandered around the abandoned dantian with great interest. It seemed that he had never seen the virtual elixir and was in a good mood, so he hung comfortably in the empty dantian.
Waiting for you to pick it up.
However, the young man did not make Qiuhu display any domineering sword energy, nor did he show off his sharp edge with joy. Instead, his heart moved slightly, causing Qiuhu to cross the main sutra and forcefully pour Huanglong into his body. This was a ferocious move. The inner energy was completely cut off, and his eyes were fixed on the Huanglong that stretched dozens of feet in front of him, and his eyes were about to burst.
For half a day, the yellow dragon that was originally dozens of feet long poured out most of its ferocious inner energy, turning it into a short yellow rope less than an arm's length. It was unwilling to remain silent, and landed on Yun Zhong's wrist again. When the green light flashed, outside The sky was already darkening.
Then it started to rain again in the courtyard, and a young man with tears on his face and cold sweat all over his body leaned against the wall behind the door, unable to hang his head.
The flowers in the courtyard have fallen.
The lights of Bafang Street are back on.
Still the same as usual.
