Wu Mofei picked up the tea cup and threw it forward. When the fat man saw it, he thought it was going to hit him and quickly dodged. After dodging, his subconscious action was to block the unfolded painting in his hand forward.
Seeing this action, a thoughtful person would have guessed that the painting in the hands of the obese man must be a fake. If it were an authentic painting and so precious, how could it be used to block water so casually?
The obese man felt that nothing was coming, so he looked up and saw that the painting in his hand had become wet, and he was instantly furious.
"Your Wu Family Treasure Shop is really a big bully! Why, you're going to destroy my painting if it's not authentic? Guys, come and judge! They're going to destroy my painting if they don't tell me!"
Unexpectedly, the fat man looked around and found that the eyes of the people around him were very strange. They were full of ridicule, and he immediately panicked.
"Big fat pig, look at your painting for yourself."
People around him were also amused by Wu Mofei's words to the obese man. The obese man had no time to refute and quickly looked at the painting in his hand, only to see that the ink stains on the painting began to fade away.
"The original work of Old Man Jinnong uses the pen as a knife, traveling purely on the side peaks, cutting silkworm heads and wild goose tails, making the two ends of the strokes neat, thick horizontally and thin vertically, clumsiness hiding cleverness, and containing gold and stone energy. It is not just a cup of tea." Can be destroyed.
"Although your imitation is almost exactly the same, it is just an illusion. It is like a rootless tree that falls apart at the touch of a touch."
This fat man was barely half-savvy, and he could half understand Wu Mofei's words. In short, he knew that he could no longer act, so he had to run away in despair, not even daring to let out a fart.
What is fake is fake, and no matter how similar it is to imitation, it is not real.
"Pah, pah, pah..."
"Hahahahaha..."
Seeing this scene, the people around laughed and applauded, looking at Wu Mofei with admiration in their eyes, and their trust in the Wu Family Treasure House became even deeper.
This fat man also failed to steal the chicken but lost the rice. Originally, his target was Mr. Wu, the real owner of the Wu Family Zangbaozhai. Unfortunately, if he wanted to find the real Buddha, he had to go to the mountain gate first. After working all around, he didn't even see the face of the real Buddha. So, are you even planning to bring down the old man of the Wu family?
In fact, what Wu Mofei didn't say was that there was a spiritual charm in the original work of Old Jinnong, how could it be so easily destroyed by mere mortal water.
"Master Lu, thank you for your help!"
"Hey, you can handle this little thing without me saying anything, but I saw Lao Lu and I can't ignore it."
Wu Mofei thanked Uncle Lu. At this time, Zhao Jin from a distance also came over applauding.
"Pa bang bang..."
"What a sprinkler of water to tell the truth, Brother Mo Fei, I learned it, I learned it."
"Master Lu."
"Yeah, it's Brother Zhao here. Let's talk. I'll go back to my teahouse."
Zhao Jin said hello to Uncle Lu, nodded and bowed slightly. It was obvious that he was an acquaintance. Uncle Lu waved to him and turned away.
"Brother Jin is joking. Is this in stock again?"
"Um."
"There are customers in the store today. You can go directly in to find grandpa. Grandpa is inside. Don't leave at noon. Let's go get something to eat."
"good!"
Zhao Jin skillfully walked into the backyard of Zangbaozhai and saw the white-haired old man who had an air of immortality and Taoism.
"Uncle Wu, drink tea all morning, it's so enjoyable!"
"You know what the heck, getting up early and drinking a cup of tea makes you so happy. You can't imagine how happy Grandpa is."
With this mouth opening, the fairy-like demeanor was completely gone, and he looked more like a good bandit leader.
"Uncle, I can't understand the joy of robbing families and homes."
"Whenever your kid comes, I wish you wouldn't be angry with me."
Mr. Wu was still lying on the deck chair enjoying the morning sunshine without raising his head.
"No way, I have another good product for you."
"Hey, what you say is better than what you sing. If you really want to give it to me, why don't you take the money? Tell me, what kind of goods are they this time?"
Still sipping tea, not even looking at it.
"Song Huo, a demoted general."
"Oh, what good treasure is there? Since you are a general, you should have good weapons, right?"
"There really is, an extended hand knife that can cut iron like clay and can conduct spiritual energy."
Upon hearing this, the old man couldn't sit still for a moment, and immediately got up and looked at Zhao Jin with an impatient look on his face.
"Where is it? Where is it?"
Zhao Jin spread his hands and spit out two words.
"Did not bring."
"Go home and get it!"
"Give it to Uncle Song."
"Then what kind of bastards are you and I talking about here, just teasing me!"
Mr. Wu's happiness was gone, and he was about to hit Zhao Jin, but Zhao Jin quickly dodged.
"Hey, old man, I did it on purpose, hahahahaha!"
"You are indeed the one sent by God to make me angry. I have been unlucky for eight lifetimes to know you uncle and nephew. Put your things down and get out of here."
When the old man saw Zhao Jin running away, he was so angry that he wanted to pick up the cloth shoes on his feet and hit him.
"Old man, you are so old, don't be so angry. Anger will harm your body."
"Don't worry, if you burp, I won't burp. I'll practice the health-preserving skills your grandpa gave me well. I'll try to live long enough to send your grandpa to his grave."
The old man sat back on the recliner and didn't want to pay attention to Zhao Jin.
"Old man, I feel that you are very nervous. It's not like you don't know my old man. Although he is much older than you, he has a stronger body. Now it is not a problem to beat you ten times. You want to send him to the grave, but it is not possible. Bar?"
"It's okay for you to be so damn young and angry, I know. You must have been sent by this old boy to make me angry. He was afraid that I wouldn't be able to survive, so he used this kind of trick to make me angry, right? You're such a bastard."
"Old man, don't call me "old man". If you were me, wouldn't my grandfather be your father?"
Mr. Wu answered Zhao Jin's question with his actions. A cloth shoe hit him from a distance. Fortunately, Zhao Jin was able to avoid it.
"Old man, one more thing, I have to tell you, what's the use of collecting so many weapons? You only have two hands, you can't use them all, and you can still carry them to the grave? Why don't you give them to me? I'll help you use them. If you don't take them out and use them, they'll get rusty if you leave them there."
"I haven't tasted anything when I was young. Beauty, opium, money, power, all the way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Isn't this just my hobby of collecting weapons? Don't worry, I can smash them before I die. I’ll leave it to you two.”
"Old man, you can't say that..."
"roll!"
Before Zhao Jin finished speaking, another cloth shoe flew over. Zhao Jin dodged skillfully, then picked up the two cloth shoes, carefully placed them back on the edge of the recliner, and walked out, still mumbling something.
"This little old man, as he gets older, his anger doesn't go down at all. His temper gets worse and worse. He even says that he cultivates his moral character every day..."
As if he remembered something, he stopped and said something, regardless of whether the other party agreed or not, and then left. His posture was not like asking, but more like informing.
"By the way, Mo Fei and I will go out to eat at noon. You can just handle it yourself."
"Go away, go away, go away quickly, don't come to my place anymore, your life will be ruined!"
For a long time after Zhao Jin left, the old man, who had closed his eyes and rested, began to mutter to himself.
"This bastard is rash on the surface, but in reality he is reserved. He is obviously two years younger than Xiao Fei, but he is much calmer. I don't know who to follow. Growing old at a young age is not a good thing, but Zhao Changshu gave birth to a good son. .... Xiao Fei followed him around, and I don’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing in the future... No matter what, I’m old, my children and grandchildren will have their own blessings, I can’t control it, and I don’t want to..."
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In the Wangyou Tavern, Zhao Jin and Wu Mofei exchanged cups and drank wine in the small box.
"Mo Fei, I remember you told me a few times before to take on the exorcism job. Then I thought about it again and I think it's feasible. Will you take over the job for me starting tomorrow?"
"Okay, Brother Jin, I have told you so many times, and you finally got it today. You see, you are a soul master, and you have souls like Li Ping, and I have us. The Wu family’s resources and connections are there, and as long as we want, we can quickly become bigger and stronger and create greater glory!”
"You're right, let's do it!"
"Dry!"
"But Mo Fei, don't lie to me. Aren't you also a soul control master? Your iron ruler is no worse than my marksmanship. Let's just take over the job together."
"Hey, Brother Jin, it's not like you don't know that my old man is very stubborn. He lets me practice ruler, but doesn't allow me to show off outside. So now, I can only be your intelligence officer."
"That's a pity, but it's okay. As time goes by, the old man will figure it out."
"I hope so, Brother Jin. Sometimes I also want to leave Treasure House and wander around by myself. Brother Jin, what do you think of me running away from home?"
"Snapped!"
Zhao Jin slapped Wu Mofei on the head and laughed and cursed.
"You brat, what are you thinking about? Our parents left early, and it's not easy for grandpa to pull us away. You are just saying this in front of me. If you let the old man hear it, he will have to I can’t break your legs.”
Wu Mofei touched his beaten head, with a look of grievance on his face.
"Brother Jin, I'm just saying this. Brother Jin, please explain that I'm obviously two years older than you. Why do you feel like I'm a child in front of you?"
After hearing this, Zhao Jin almost spit out the fruit beer in his mouth. What he said is, am I going to tell you that I came from time travel? In fact, my combined age is enough to be your father?
"Hey, haven't I been in charge for a long time? It's not like you don't know that Uncle Song is just a free throw to me!"
"Brother Jin, sometimes I think you are so awesome. You can study so well in a free-range state. By the way, Brother Jin, you are about to take the college entrance examination soon, right? Which city do you want to go to in the future?"
"Which city are you going to? Beijing, probably. Jinghua University. It's not like you don't know that my old man is an honorary professor there and has long wanted me to go there."
"Wow, Jinghua University! That's the best university in Daqian! It's great, Brother Jin, you are so awesome. Unlike me, I stopped going to school early and could only hang out in this small shop all day. "
When he said this, Wu Mofei's eyes showed infinite envy and loneliness.
