At noon, the scorching sun was high, the sky was clear, there was no breeze on the earth, and the air seemed to be stagnant.
The No. 8 bus that Zhang Xiaoman was riding on stopped in front of a platform in the old city with a squeaking sound. After shaking off a few passengers like lice, it drove away slowly.
Standing on the side of the road, Zhang Xiaoman touched the cloak folded into a small piece in his pocket with some embarrassment, and shook his head with a wry smile.
Along the way just now, the strong aroma of wine emitted by this little cloak attracted a car full of people to watch.
Even with Zhang Xiaoman's shamelessness, he couldn't help but feel a little hot on his face. Several aunts in the car pointed at him privately and looked at him as if they were looking at a delinquent member of society.
Fortunately, although the bus was dilapidated, it was quite empty along the way, so it didn't take long for him to get out of that embarrassing situation.
After buying some cooked food nearby, Zhang Xiaoman went to Pei Laoliu's house with a lot of things in his hands.
"Sixth Master! We're out to pick up the guests!"
Zhang Xiaoman struggled to open the door and squeezed into the deserted courtyard.
In the shadows, the big black dog Xiaotian who was resting was startled, and barked at him with his tail between his legs.
"Woof woof! woof woof! woof woof!"
("Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Enemy attack!")
Zhang Xiaoman heard a black line on his forehead, enemy attack? Have you ever seen someone bring a table of food to attack the enemy?
"Dahei, why don't you recognize me every time I come here?"
"That's because it's old and its eyesight is not that good. You can tell it after you call it twice."
Mr. Liu opened the door and walked out. He was wearing a short old man's shirt and shaking a broken fan in his hand. He didn't have the charm of Pei Banxian who once pointed out the country.
Dahei also heard Zhang Xiaoman's voice at this moment, and after whimpering twice in confusion, he lay back down again.
"Sixth Master, it's not without its benefits to wash your hands in the golden basin. Look at Dahei, he has gained weight in the past two days without your efforts." Zhang Xiaoman said with emotion.
Pei Laoliu rolled his eyes and said angrily: "What are you talking about? This is, I only collect a little blood from it in a month, and after that, I give it big fish and meat to replenish it. How come it's in your mouth?" It’s like I’m torturing animals.”
Zhang Xiaoman chuckled, gave Pei Laoliu what he was carrying, turned around and squeezed into the room.
Pei Laoliu followed him in. When he saw Zhang Xiaoman skillfully turning on the lights, TV, and air conditioner, he couldn't help but curse:
"You brat, you've come to harm me again. Are you going to pay the electricity bill next month!?"
Zhang Xiaoman pointed to the bag in his hand and said with a smile: "Sixth Master, take a look at what's inside first."
When Pei Laoliu heard this, he opened the bag and looked at it in confusion, and his face immediately showed an expression as if he had seen a ghost.
"Old goose! Roast duck! Roast chicken! Beef..." he said, looking at Zhang Xiaoman in disbelief, "Did the sun come out from the west today? Did your kid take the wrong medicine? You brought me so many things.”
Zhang Xiaoman chuckled: "Sixth Master, when have I ever treated you badly? I respect you the most! Look at my salary, won't I come to honor you right away?"
He said this, but added in his heart: "I'm sorry, Mr. Liu, I will make you take a lot of blame in the future. Let's just treat this as an appetizer."
Pei Laoliu, who was still unaware of this, had a satisfied smile on his face.
"Assuming that you have a conscience, Master Six did not love you in vain."
As he spoke, his hands continued to rummage inside, until he found all the plastic bags inside, and then he stopped in confusion.
"Where's the wine you bought?" he asked.
"What kind of wine?" Zhang Xiaoman was stunned.
"As soon as you enter the house, it smells like alcohol. Don't tell me you didn't bring any alcohol with you."
Zhang Xiaoman was stunned, and then silently took out the cloak from his pocket.
Pei Laoliu: "..."
Half an hour later.
Mr. Liu wiped the oily corners of his mouth, took another sip of wine, sat upright, and said with a serious face, "Tell me, what's the reason for coming here this time?"
Zhang Xiaoman gave him a thumbs up: "I still can't escape the eyes of Mr. Liu. I really want to ask you for help with something when I come this time..."
"If you fart quickly, let it go!"
"I want to borrow your Zixiao Divine Sword for use!"
Pei Laoliu was shocked, his eyes widened, and without thinking, he said decisively: "No! The Zixiao Divine Sword is our sect's most important treasure, how can I give it to you?"
Zhang Xiaoman's eyes narrowed slightly: "Sixth Master, why don't you think about it again?"
Pei Laoliu said righteously: "Don't think about it, this matter is definitely not possible!"
Zhang Xiaoman tapped his fingers on the table: "I'll buy you another old goose."
"Don't even think about it!"
"three."
"impossible!"
"Five."
"You, what do you want to do? Do you think that I, Pei Laoliu, am the kind of person who would betray my sect for a little profit? Don't even think about it..."
"Seven."
"Gudong..." This was the sound of Pei Laoliu swallowing.
"Ten!"
"Hey...since you are so sincere and perseverant, I don't want to waste your thoughts in vain. There is a fate between you and the Divine Sword. Today I will give it to you, which can be regarded as a fulfillment. Good story."
Zhang Xiaoman: "..."
After Pei Laoliu said that, he immediately got up and ran to the back room. He came out after a while, holding a black sword wrapped in yellow cloth in his hand.
"This sword has been with me for decades. Although it looks ordinary on the outside, it is actually an innate treasure that my Taoist ancestor, Taishang Laojun, once used..."
Zhang Xiaoman took the sword and then opened the yellow cloth outside.
While he was watching, he did not forget to make trouble for Pei Laoliu.
"I said Master Liu, who of us is following whom, and you're still telling me this? Those lines of yours are too exaggerated. If anyone can believe you, you don't have to lie to them anymore, just grab them directly. .And I dare say he must be blind, he can’t even see the word ‘liar’ in such a big word on your face.”
Pei Laoliu blushed when he heard this and said angrily: "You brat, why are you talking to your sixth master... Hey, hey, hey! Be careful! This thing is sharpened, so don't pull my hand."
Zhang Xiaoman brushed his fingertips over the sword and looked at the sword up and down.
It was pitch black and rough in workmanship. The word "Zixiao" was crookedly engraved on the front of the hilt. Although it was sharpened, Pei Laoliu was too lazy to maintain it and often used it to cut miscellaneous things. Grass. This has also resulted in the sword's blade not only being much duller, but also having a lot of rust on it, making it look like a fire stick.
Zhang Xiaoman shook his head secretly, don't look at the appearance that Mr. Liu just boasted about, and he also chose such a domineering name.
But in fact, this thing is just an ordinary iron sword. The reason why he wants it is because the delivery is too slow. He can't wait to collect points for the weapon these days.
Seeing his disgusted look, Pei Laoliu quickly said, "I've given you the sword, and I won't return it! Remember to send your ten old geese over as soon as possible!"
After saying that, he seemed to have thought of something again, and added: "By the way, remember to buy all the ones from the one on Meihua Road! Theirs is the most delicious and has the most thorough flavor."
