On second thought, Guo Xiaosi said that the old bastard was so angry that he walked over and nodded and touched an ingot of silver from his arms. There were too many ounces of silver, and then he quietly put it back. It was too extravagant to give twelve ounces of silver to a sloppy old man, just like sending a flower. So he touched it carefully and finally touched a piece of scattered silver, probably about half a penny. Guo Xiaosi was cruel and didn’t spend any money, so he could befriend Ziyun Taoist priests.
It’s the same whether it’s soldier oil or smelly Taoist greedy for money, so he took out the half silver and handed it to the old bastard. Here’s half silver for you to drink.
When the old man saw the silver, his eyes shone straight and his saliva came. He quickly reached out and took the silver and threw it into his arms. This just arched his hand and said that this little friend was kind and original.
Guo Xiaosi laughed in his heart. It’s true that the road has changed when he gave money, but it’s convenient to find a scout to give him some money. So he smiled and said, Taoist priest Li is looking for a Taoist priest to grant some scribbles to the clerk. I wonder if Taoist priest can introduce him.
The old man threw up his big sleeves and wiped his nose. Xi Xi laughed. This being original is not Ziyun’s view. How can you introduce him?
What Guo Xiaosi a surprised a pain that half a tael of silver was thrown into the water? Immediately, he said urgently, you are not the head of Ziyun Temple, so what are you doing sleeping in Ziyun Temple?
Who said I can’t sleep in this place? The emperor didn’t seal this place for him.
Guo Xiaosi was speechless for a moment, and wanted to come to this stupid and sloppy old road. It’s really something to talk about, but since he is not a Taoist priest of Ziyun, he still has to find someone else for half a silver and think about it as a good deed. It hurts.
Lao Dao saw that he didn’t talk. Xi Xi smiled. You told them that Fu Lu was not being original. Drink some wine and be original when you were happy. Maybe Fu Lu will give you something. Not being original. I boasted that the best Fu Lu in Ziyun’s view was not being original.
Where is Guo Xiaosi willing to shake his head like a rattle and say, Taoist priest, don’t delay in business. You also paid half a tael of silver, which is enough for Taoist priest to drink a lot of wine. Go to the wine shop and find it yourself.
I didn’t expect the old man to be so anxious that his red eyes stared. Do you dare not believe me?
Guo Xiaosi was a little annoyed by his entanglement and said that the Taoist priest was not in disbelief, but I-how do I know if you lied to me?
Old-fashioned, ha ha, a smile. Xiaoyou doesn’t believe in being original, but you can take a trip to be original. To tell you the truth, one of the things I did when I came to Qianxiashan this time was to catch the 160-year-old fox in Chixiafeng. I plan to go again after drinking enough wine today. Since Xiaoyou doesn’t believe it, you can come to Chixiafeng with me.
Chixiafeng Qianxiashan Jiu Feng is located in the west of Zixia Peak, but it is much higher and steeper than Zixia Peak, so it is inaccessible. It is said that the 600-year-old fox there may be true.
Guo Xiaosi’s head is spinning fast, and his goal is to get rid of the monster, absorb the fresh air from the inkstone and enhance his skill. Since this old road says that he can subdue the monster, he can go with him once and maybe get it.
Ok, I’ll believe you once. Look at your record level. Guo Xiaosi has made up his mind and promised
When you get old, pat yourself on the plaster and say, go and sell some wine and drink while going to Chixiafeng.
Guo Xiaosi followed the experienced Zixiafeng to the small mountain wine shop to buy some wine, but there was no good wine in this small shop in Shan Ye. As soon as Guo Xiaosi saw the turbid yellow wine pulp, he knew that it was the rice wine brewed by the shopkeeper. The quality of the wine was really average. He saw many drinks in Laifu Inn, so he could see the level at a glance.
The old man is an alcoholic who doesn’t choose wine. When he sees the rice wine, his eyes will shine regardless of the willy-nilly. He took the wine bottle gourd and took a swig of it. Then he wiped his big sleeves with a glossy mouth, narrowed his eyes and smiled at Guo Xiaosi. Xiaoyou, you also have a bite.
Guo Xiaosi is also a famous wine in Pingfeng City, but he drinks all good wines, so he has never drunk homemade rice wine, but others took it and gulped it down, hit it, hit it on the mouth.
Little friend, how is this wine? Asked the sophisticated Gherardini.
Guo Xiaosi shook his head and told the truth that the rice wine was brewed by the shopkeeper, and the taste was really not so good. When the Taoist went to Pingfeng City, he came to Fu Inn to drink and wait for his daughter’s red.
The old man smiled and his eyes became a crack. His face was red and he said that being original was waiting for this day.
After drinking the wine, the old man asked the store to fill the bottle gourd with wine, pointing to Guo Xiaosi and telling the store to ask him for money.
Guo Xiaosi was almost out of breath. The old road had just given him half a tael of silver, but he refused to continue to spend his own money in turn. But the store had come to him and had to feel distressed and throw some copper coins to the store.
Chapter 14 Flying swords
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Two people left the wine shop and walked straight to Chixiafeng.
When we reached the foot of Chixia Peak, the old man suddenly called a bad little friend to be original and twisted his foot. Come and help me to be original.
Guo Xiaosi Naidi shook his head. This mountain walker will be twisted to his feet. How can it be true? What happened just now that he would believe his nonsense, but it’s not good anymore. So he has to take it one step at a time and go back to Zixiafeng. He stepped forward to help the old road.
Just holding the old road suddenly smelled of sweat. Guo Xiaosi pushed and walked forward with the old road in distress situation, but he was still restless. He grabbed it with one hand and touched his head along Guo Xiaosi’s back
Guo Xiaosi’s face changed slightly, but he didn’t send it, but said slowly, Taoist, what are you doing?
The old face has a strange expression, a little like disappointment and a little like melancholy. Listening to Guo Xiaosi’s question, I quickly brought my hand and smiled and said, I’m sorry. I don’t know where to put my foot when it hurts. I’m really sorry
Guo Xiaosi didn’t say much. He asked the Taoist priest as he helped him. How can you find this 600-year-old fox hidden in such a big red peak?
It is very difficult for anyone to hide in the vast mountain and find him. How can a man who has been practicing the old fox demon for 600 years easily find this road? Have you made an appointment with the old fox demon to meet him somewhere?
That sophisticated hey hey smiled and patted Guo Xiaosi on the shoulder and said, Don’t worry about being original. Are you afraid that the old fox demon won’t hook up with this ready-made bait?
What do you want to do? Guo Xiaosi was frightened to disgrace. He didn’t expect the old man to say such a thing, and he obviously felt that the old man’s strength had increased. He wanted to move his hand, but he couldn’t move it at all. Guo Xiaosi panicked and struggled, but he couldn’t move it. The old man’s strength was unimaginable.
Shit, I’ve been planted in this barren mountain today. Bad thoughts flashed through Guo Xiaosi’s mind.
Don’t be nervous, old friend. It’s just that you are bait. Being original will protect you in the dark. If you see that old fox and are afraid, close your eyes. Then I will tell you to open your eyes and twist Guo Xiaosi’s arm and March quickly. Where is it like an old Taoist priest with a sprained foot?
Guo Xiaosi secretly complained that he had to treat himself as a bait to lure the old fox. Today, he was pecked by a wild goose, and he was kind enough to give him silver and sell him wine. He also believed that he could draw a picture to catch a demon. Is he really clever at catching a demon?
At first, the old bastard turned his ankle like an ordinary person, but now he is striding and flying. He saw Liu Min avoiding the drought in the Thai osawa that day, and his body speed was not as fast as that of the old bastard. I really don’t like the old bastard pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger.
Guo Xiaosi is embarrassed to think of this. He may be pretending to be a pig, but he is definitely not the tiger.
It’s getting dusk, and it’s halfway up Chixiafeng Mountain. Zixiafeng is still doing Ziyun’s view. It’s more lively, but there’s no one in Chixiafeng, and the road is more dense, and it’s harder to walk. It’s even darker. From time to time, you can hear two apes singing and birds singing, and Guo Xiaosi’s heart is beating even harder.
The old man put Guo Xiaosi to pick the wine gourd and touched a cinnabar operator from his arms to smile. Xiaoyou, first look at the power of this channel spell.
Say a spell in your mouth. Yuan Anzhen told Wan Lingyue to blaspheme the official land. The spirit should not be shocked back to the Taoist temple. What was said behind it was extremely fast. Guo Xiaosi couldn’t hear it clearly, but in the dim light, he saw the ground about a dozen paces away. Trees, weeds and vines receded one by one like life, and soon vacated one by one. If the light was dim, he couldn’t see clearly.
Guo Xiaosi was dumbfounded. He knew this old bastard. Oh, no, this road is long, but it can make miscellaneous trees, weeds and vines get out of the way. This ability is too great, isn’t it? Does this mean that the Zhongxian family style is charming, but this road is sloppy and sloppy, but it looks like a beggar, but it turns out to be a fairy family?