The short one was a little Taoist boy, holding a sign of an immortal guiding the way, his face wrinkled into a bitter gourd, and he said in a crisp voice: "Master, I'm hungry, how long will we have to go around?"

Dao Tong looked like he was five or six years old, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, dressed in a gray Taoist robe, which dragged down to his ankles, and he couldn't see his legs when he walked. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The old Taoist priest has a white beard and white hair, fluffy and curly, and looks very vicissitudes.

Moreover, his robe was also covered with dirt and had several holes, and it looked like he hadn't cleaned it for more than a month.

"Bastard boy, dare to doubt your master, there is nothing to eat at night, prepare to be hungry. ”

"No, Master, your immortal is the most powerful guide, I'm hungry, and I haven't eaten enough at noon. ”

Xiao Daotong's face was wrinkled into a small ball, which was pitiful, but it was extremely infectious.

It can make the listener sad and the listener cry.

Looking at this scene, Su Chen was thinking about whether to buy a few steamed buns to pass the time, it was not easy to go out with his master at such a young age with a sign and run the rivers and lakes.

Obviously, Su Chen was not the only one who thought so, but the pedestrians around him also thought so, and some people were whispering on the side, probably talking about the old Taoist priest abusing the little apprentice and not giving him food.

The white-haired old man couldn't hold his face, he looked around in embarrassment, his eyes swept over Su Chen, and he suddenly paused, the essence of his eyes flashed, and in an instant, he returned to turbidity and old age.

He happily turned his head to Xiao Daotong and said, "Don't make trouble, Mingjing, watch the master go and ask for something, ah, the pears over there must be delicious." ”

After speaking, he didn't wait for Xiao Daotong to react, and pulled out the pile of people and squeezed in.

This is a middle-aged man who sells pears, dressed in a coarse cloth shirt, with a white cloth towel on his head, and a dark complexion, who has obviously experienced the ups and downs of life.

A whole cart of pears was being drunk on a wooden-wheeled cart in front of him, and he was arguing with people from time to time about bargaining.

"The best pear, Sanwen one, I don't regret buying it. ”

"You're robbing money, and if it's so expensive, the ghost will buy it. ”

"My pears are different, the skin is thin and juicy, and I am hungry, and the three dollars are not expensive at all, and they are worth it more than a meal you eat. ”

The middle-aged man has a heartbeat.

Su Chen nodded, this middle-aged man is well aware of the truth that strange goods can live, it is true that I have never seen anyone on this street who sells pears so well, but if they sell fruits like this, they must not be able to sell a few.

Set up a stall on the street, facing the poor people, and others will buy his pears when their heads are broken.

"Fellow, how about giving up a pear? Lao Dao's mouth is dry and thirsty, his stomach is hungry, he hasn't eaten for three days, it's good. ”

The old Taoist priest didn't see it at all, he squeezed in, and his eyes were shining and he was about to reach out for the pear.

"Go, where is the stinky Taoist priest? Don't delay my business, and walk away if you don't have any money. ”

The middle-aged man looked disgusted, slapped Lao Dao's hand and said.

"Why are you like this? Isn't it just a pear? People are so old, what does it matter if they ask you to eat a pear, it's really stingy. Someone next to him couldn't look at it and interjected.

"That's it, profiteer, don't buy his pears, it's better to throw them away, your heart is very black. ”

These people are not afraid of big things.

The middle-aged man bit the price to death, which made them hold their breath, and at this time they found a reason to make a fuss, which was not a fierce squirt.

Among them, the most ferocious scolding was a cloth stall guy next to him, who almost beat his chest, as if this old man was his own father.

The middle-aged man was blamed by everyone, his face turned black, and he said angrily: "You don't have a backache when you stand and talk, if you are generous, you can buy pears for this stinky Taoist priest to eat, don't come to me and pretend." ”

This was true, and everyone turned their heads to look at the fellow.

The guy raised his head and said, "Buy it, choose the biggest one." As he spoke, he took out the pennies from his body.

When Su Chen saw this, he was not busy leaving.

He suddenly felt that this situation was somewhat familiar, and there had been it in the story of Liaozhai, so the old Taoist priest was about to play tricks.

He quietly took two steps forward and looked closely.

The old Taoist priest ate the pear, hiccuped with satisfaction, and said with a smile: "Thank you for this little brother, the old Taoist priest is not stingy, and you can invite everyone to eat pears." ”

"Don't joke, where did you get the pear? ”

The onlookers laughed.

"Doesn't that need a seed? The old Taoist priest didn't explain, walked away two steps, spit out the pear pit in the palm of his hand, took out a small medicine hoe from his waist, dug a small pit in the street, buried the pear pit down, and went to ask for some water and poured it.

Strange to say, as soon as the water was poured, small saplings grew.

A gust of wind blows, and the saplings shake, and the taller and taller they grow, the bigger they grow.

In just a dozen breaths, it grew into a stout pear tree, full of fruit.

Lao Daole smiled and said: "Come on, come on, those who see it have a share, everyone eats, and they are full." ”

Everyone around was dumbfounded, and stepped forward to pick pears with a smile, and some people respectfully called the old fairy.

There are more and more people, there are free pears to eat, no one will be polite, and it is really a share of the seekers.

The middle-aged man who sold pears forgot about his stall, and he couldn't believe it and went to eat a pear, thinking it was really good, so sweet.

Su Chen divided one, and watched Xiao Daotong with interest while snickering and eating a round belly.

This little guy is very shrewd, and knows that what his master is doing is not a good thing, so he doesn't approach at all, just hides aside.

After eating the pears, the old Taoist priest muttered in the compliments of everyone: "This pear tree is the best firewood, just take it home." “

He turned his head to look at Su Chen, and said with a meaningful smile: "This son, your sword is very sharp, can you borrow me to cut down a tree?"

The onlookers were stunned for a moment, so they got out of the way, and saw the scholar in front of him dressed in a gray and white robe, standing next to him like a jade tree facing the wind, and his clean and elegant atmosphere was refreshing.

The most surprising thing was that the scholar also took a pear in his hand, and gnawed it until only the pear pit was left, and none of them even found that there was such a person around them.

When did they come, when did they eat, and when did they eat? I don't know.

He still had a long piano case on his back, but where was the sword?

Everyone thought that the old Taoist priest was afraid that he had eaten too much and was holding on, or that his old eyes were dizzy and he couldn't see clearly, but when they saw the scholar, he also smiled and said, "Okay!"

Su Chen casually wiped the piano box behind him, took out a sword in the surprised eyes of everyone, and handed it over.

The sword body is like white jade, shining white in the sun, scorching and shining, and there are two vermilion characters of [Dan Heart] near the hilt of the sword, revealing a graceful atmosphere.

The old Taoist priest smiled stiffly, looked at the sword and groaned for a while, took a long breath, reached out to take the sword, and really went to cut down the tree.

Just a sword was swung lightly, and the pear tree snapped in response.

He returned the sword to Su Chen, thanked him, and said, "Childe, this sword is very good-looking, it should be worth a lot of silver taels, be careful of being looked at by others." ”

"Don't be afraid, I have a lot of strength, and others can't rob me. Su Chen stretched out his hand to take the sword, inserted it back into the piano case as if nothing happened, and watched the old Taoist priest pick up the pear tree, lead the little Taoist boy, and leave slowly.

Everyone looked at the old Taoist priest in a daze, but found that a gust of wind was blowing around him, where there were still branches, leaves, and soil pits, and only saw an empty car, with no half a pear on it, and the car also broke a handle.

Thinking of the pear tree cut down by the old Taoist priest before, everyone suddenly realized and burst into laughter, leaving only the pear seller to cry on the spot.

It turned out that the crowd had eaten up the cart of pears he had sold.

The old Taoist priest is a good means.

"Hey, what about the scholar?"

Someone suddenly asked.

Everyone looked around and saw where there were scholars, borrowing swords, cutting trees, etc., all like dreams.

"Hell......"

Everyone looked at each other, exclaimed, and fled in all directions, leaving clean.

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The old Taoist priest turned a street corner, threw away the pear tree, and fell to the ground with a bang, turning into a handlebar, and the fracture was smooth and neat.

His body shook, and suddenly his face turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood with a "poof".

"Good boy, no wonder you can kill Mingxin, and dare to swing around with the [Danxin Sword] openly, this is the courage of an artist, your senior brother was unjustly defeated, and it is good luck that he didn't lose a life. “

He took a few quick breaths, looked back, and said with a very cautious look in his eyes: "The immortal guiding the way is indeed the immortal guiding the way, just ask the chance, no matter the good or the bad, the person who injured your senior brother has been found, but he can't deal with it, Mingjing, what do you say you should do as a teacher?"

Seeing the old Taoist priest vomiting blood, Xiao Daotong was also a little panicked, and he was annoyed when he heard this: "Master, people have shown mercy and have not killed the senior brother, not only should you not seek revenge, but you should also be grateful, I don't think it's good for you to do this." ”

"You can't say that, the teacher is gracious, we have a personal grudge with that kid, but also involve the prestige of Laoshan Road...... If you ignore it and let it go, where will the face of the sect go, if you say that the sect has lost face, it is nothing, anyway, I don't care much, but I have lost the face of the Xuan Zhenren, but where can I get it back?"

"Does Tongxuan Zhenren have face? Master, I'm hungry again, let's go have a big meal, it's getting dark. ”

Xiao Daotong's eyes rolled, and he said crisply: "Mingjing is the least afraid of losing face, as long as you give me enough food, you can lose it as much as you want." ”

"Sooner or later, you will be poor, I have never seen anyone who accepts an apprentice to eat seven or eight meals a day, you rice bucket. ”

The old Taoist priest smiled bitterly, took out a white and crystal ginseng from his arms, and said angrily: "Eat some snacks first, and put a hunger on the fire." ”

"Master is so good!" Xiao Daotong took a bite, a sweet smile appeared on his face, and he happily put the immortal guidance sign on the ground.

"Flutter ......"

The bluestone floor was stabbed straight into powder by the signature wooden handle, and the smoke and dust shook up three inches high, and cracks appeared on the ground around it.

The old Taoist priest's eyebrows jumped, and he hurriedly pulled up the signboard, grabbed the little Taoist boy with one hand, and left with a cigarette.

He also scolded in his mouth: "Tell you to control your strength, you are messing around again, and I won't take you down the mountain next time." ”

"Master, I don't dare. A child's voice came from afar.

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