"Old man, I have a magical secret book here. Do you want to learn it?"
Li Suo took out a blue-covered booklet from his arms, held it in front of "Li Xingyun" and waved it.
"Li Xingyun" was slightly startled. Just now, he thought that this old man from out of town wanted to blackmail him, but he didn't expect to see such an incident, and he was a little bit dumbfounded for a while.
Maybe it was because I had let go of something in my heart, and my body and mind felt extremely relaxed.
Faced with this old man from out of town blocking the way, he didn't feel any dissatisfaction. Instead, he smiled and asked, "How much does this magical secret book of yours cost?"
When Li Xing heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly, revealing only a small slit. He smiled broadly, removed the hand pressing "Li Xingyun"'s shoulder, and raised a finger in front of "Li Xingyun".
"Shiwen?"
"Li Xingyun" looked at the finger in front of him and asked tentatively.
As for why it's not a penny, doesn't it mean it's not even enough to cover the cost?
Li Suo shook his head, but thrust the blue-covered booklet into "Li Xingyun"'s hand.
"One hundred coins?"
"Li Xingyun" asked again.
However, Li Suo still shook his head, seemingly not satisfied with the price.
"Li Xingyun" suddenly felt that his previous intuition might be correct. This old man from out of town just wanted to blackmail him.
But logically speaking, shouldn't it be the locals who trick the outsiders?
Although he is not a native of Fengxiang, is it appropriate for you, an old man wearing a Raojiang costume and a Raojiang hair accessory, to trick him, a true Central Plains person?
He raised his hand and pulled open the front of the foreign old man's clothes, and stuffed the magical secret book in his hand.
He raised his head and gently held up the edge of the hat, revealing a fragmented face. The corners of his mouth were slightly opened, and the moment he bared his teeth, the original cracks on his face were opened, and a series of hideous scars suddenly appeared on his face.
Like an evil ghost crawling out of hell, his body was cut into pieces and sewn back together again, looking hideous and terrifying.
"Old man, I'm not a good person!"
After saying these words, "Li Xingyun" stretched out his hand to push away the old man Rao Jiang in front of him, and left straight away.
Just because he is in a good mood does not mean that he is willing to be taken advantage of.
Li Xing did not resist and allowed "Li Xingyun" to push him aside. The smile on his face remained. He looked at the back of "Li Xingyun". In his slightly narrowed eyes, the light flashed through the narrow slits. .
"If you still recognize the bloodline in your body, this is what you should learn."
With that said, Li Suo took out the blue-covered booklet that had been carelessly stuffed into his lapel.
Hearing the word "bloodline", "Li Xingyun" suddenly trembled, and suddenly turned around. On the fragmented and ferocious face, the intact dark eyes flickered, staring at the man in the clothes. The old man in Raojiang clothing.
The ferocious facial muscles twitched, and the corners of his mouth opened and closed, releasing the sound that surged from his throat.
"who are you!"
"I am your uncle!"
…
In the post house, a young man with a pot-shaped head, also wearing Raojiang costume, stood in front of the door at a loss, holding a baggage.
With gray eyes and a hint of red between his brows, looming under the pot-lid-like hair, he was the holy boy who had disappeared for a long time.
The holy boy looked at the open post house and remembered the words of the man in green shirt.
"Longquan has been taken out, your mission is over, you are free!"
"If you don't know where to go, you can go to the posthouse first. There are people from Raojiang there, and there is also a cave owner of the Twelve Cave, whom you may know."
But why didn’t anyone from Raojiang come in and out here?
Otherwise, go and ask?
His eyes fell on the postman sitting in front of the counter, he took a deep breath, seemed to have made up his mind, and walked into the posthouse anxiously.
The postman noticed that someone was coming and looked up at the door. Seeing that the person was a child wearing Raojiang clothes, he didn't pay much attention and continued to do his own thing.
In recent days, a group of people from Raojiang had moved in and out of the post house. His eyes had become accustomed to these strange clothes and he was no longer surprised.
"Excuse me, are there any Raojiang people here?"
Holy boy came straight to the counter and asked aloud.
Listening to the meaning in this holy fairy tale, he should be here to find someone. The postman stopped what he was doing and nodded towards the young man from Raojiang: "Yes!"
"Then where are they? Can you take me to meet them?"
Hearing the postman's affirmative reply, the Holy Child suddenly became excited and ignored the baggage in his hand, letting it fall to the ground.
With his hands on the counter, his gray eyes commented earnestly on the postman.
The excitement of meeting an old friend in a foreign country is indescribable.
But the postman was stared at by those unusual gray-white eyes that made his spine tremble. There was a bright red gleam between the young man's eyebrows looming under his hair that looked like a pot lid. It looked scary no matter how he looked at it.
He raised his hand and pointed behind the holy boy, and said in a trembling voice: "You, you, it's right behind you!"
Um?
The holy boy scratched his head and turned to look behind him. What caught his eye was an old man with white beard and hair, dressed in Raojiang clothes.
The moment he saw the old man, the Holy Child stood there in a daze.
His eyes were a little sore, his eyes were moist, and crystal tears gradually appeared in the corners of his eyes.
It wasn't until tears covered his sight that the Holy Child came back to his senses, wiped away the tears, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and found that the old man was still in his sight.
Only then did he truly understand that this scene was not an illusion, but a reality.
He casually wiped away his tears, bent his knees forward, knelt on the ground with a "pop", and bent down to kowtow.
"Disciple Li Yao, pay homage to Master!"
"you……"
Li Suo's slightly narrowed eyes suddenly opened and he looked at the young man in front of him who kowtowed to him with tears in his eyes.
The corners of his eyes connected to the wrinkles were a little sour at the moment, and the corners of his mouth, which were always smiling, were slightly opening and closing, and some of the syllables coming out of his throat were a bit confusing and could not be formed into normal words.
"boom!"
Holy boy Li Yao's head hit the ground hard, and the sound of the collision between his skull and the ground made Li Suo tremble slightly.
Li Yao raised his head, leaving a trace of bright red blood on the ground.
He did not stand up, but raised his head just to kowtow again.
"boom!"
This time the voice became a little dull, but it made Li Suo's originally upright figure stoop, and his body trembled slightly.
At this moment, the wrinkles on his face were particularly clear and obvious, as if he had suddenly aged several dozen years.
Without the appearance of a worldly expert, he truly looked like an old man.
Li Yao raised his head again, but his knees made no move to leave the ground.
He wants to pay homage again!
But when he leaned over, a pair of wrinkled hands held him up.
"Don't worship me, don't worship me anymore, I'm not a good master!"
Li Suo also fell to his knees, crying!
Facing the two bloodlines of Li Tang, Li Xingyun and "Li Xingyun", he could remain calm and contented.
But the human heart is full of flesh, and he couldn't deal with it calmly when facing this apprentice who he pushed into the abyss with his own hands.
