Hearing Hao Ren's words, Liu Nianwei smiled sweetly, but shook her head, "I don't want it, I don't know any famous calligraphy and painting, and I don't want to understand it, you can't spend money indiscriminately." ”

Hao Ren touched Liu Nianwei's little head, and stepped forward with a smile.

And in a stall not far ahead, an old man in sloppy clothes sat behind the stall, and in front of him was a piece of white paper, one piece of paper also wrote to help people write, one hundred.

Many people stood in front of the stall and mocked each other mercilessly, "A person who asks for food dares to open his mouth, a piece of paper is a hundred, you might as well grab it." ”

"I'm crazy about money, I can write a few words and think I'm the reincarnation of a book saint."

"Grandstanding, it is estimated that they want to sell ugliness to get traffic, and there are many such people."

“.……”

A group of people all looked at each other pointingly, disdainful of the old man's stall, this old man was so sloppy, he had already been abandoned by others in appearance.

What's more, there are some words written by the old people, or a few poems, the handwriting looks ordinary, there is no strange feeling, they are not people who do not know calligraphy, and they have also seen the calligraphy of some celebrities, not to mention that compared with those famous artists, it is slightly inferior to some people who write better.

Listening to everyone's accusations, the old man himself didn't care, sat on the ground casually, took out a baked cake from his pocket on the side, and ate it with relish.

However, not everyone is dismissive, there are also some more curious people who don't care about the hundred yuan, and directly throw out a hundred, and said with a smile, "Old man, write me one, this hundred yuan will be given to you." ”

Unexpectedly, the old man just glanced at the other party, and did not take the hundred yuan, but said flatly, "You can't catch my words, I don't accept money from people who have no fate." ”

Hearing this, the people around him all had strange faces, they all looked at each other with the expressions of fools, and they didn't want anyone to send him money, and said that the other party couldn't catch his words.

"Stinky old man, I have a sick brain, hurry up and go to the hospital to see a doctor."

The face of the man who threw the money was also extremely ugly, and he picked up his money and scolded and left angrily.

The old man looked indifferent, and even closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

At this time, Hao Ren and Liu Nianwei came to the vicinity of the stall, watched a group of people crowded in front of a stall, and couldn't help but step forward with some curiosity.

When the two of them arrived at the front, they were both stunned, and their faces were a little strange, because they both saw the appearance of this old man, who was the fortune teller when he went to climb the mountain before.

Hao Ren still remembers the old man's performance at that time, three copper coins, that is, everyone is clearly calculated.

It's just that I didn't expect that this guy actually changed his career, didn't tell his fortune, and changed to selling words.

They also saw the words on the white paper on the ground, but they didn't care about the one hundred pieces of calligraphy. Hao Ren knew in his heart that this old man should be a real person, not the kind of charlatan.

"Old man, don't tell your life?"

Hao Ren squatted down and asked with a smile.

Liu Nianwei also squatted down and looked at the old man with a curious expression.

Hearing a voice that seemed a little familiar, the old man opened his eyes and saw Hao Ren and Liu Nianwei squatting in front of him, looking at him with a smile.

He chuckled in his heart, his head was dizzy, he was naturally impressed by Hao Ren and Liu Nianwei, one was the true dragon life, the other was the flying phoenix life, he calculated that it had taken him more than ten years of cultivation, so he didn't dare to calculate it now.

You can only sell words on the streets.

Unexpectedly, selling words here would also meet Hao Ren, the old man was speechless, as if he was eating, and suddenly a fly fell in.

"Ahem, this handsome guy, do we know each other?"

The old man looked at Hao Ren with an innocent expression.

Seeing the old man's expression, Hao Ren smiled slightly, "I don't know, I see you selling words here, I'll buy a pair, how about it?" ”

Hearing this, many people around looked at this scene, all pointing and pointing, and one person also said to Hao Ren, "Handsome guy, this guy is a magic stick, this word is the level of a high school student, don't say a hundred, it's not worth a piece." ”

"This guy's mouth is also very stinky, someone was beaten by him just now, and said that there is no fate, and he can't catch his words......"

Although they said it to Hao Ren, many people's eyes were on Liu Nianwei, and a touch of surprise flashed in their eyes.

However, when Hao Ren heard their words, he smiled faintly and looked at the old man, "There is no fate, so I don't know if I have this fate?" ”

The old man looked at Hao Ren's expression, shook his head helplessly, and then said, "If you want it, you can, but you have to add money." ”

"I'll go, this old man is really crazy, a hundred yuan is sky-high, he is still too little, it's really a lion's mouth."

Some of the people next to him scolded in low voices.

Hao Ren didn't care, and said with a smile, "How much?" ”

The old man stretched out a finger and waved it in front of Hao Ren.

"Ten bucks?"

Liu Nianwei asked curiously.

The people around him were also relieved, and this old man still had a bit of a conscience.

However, Hao Ren didn't believe that the other party's finger meant this, and sure enough, the other party quickly shook his head, and Liu Nianweiguang's brows furrowed, "One hundred?" ”

She felt that the other party seemed to be a little greedy. new

However, the old man shook his head.

"A thousand?"

Liu Nianwei's eyes widened, already a little angry.

Seeing that Liu Nianwei had guessed many times and didn't guess correctly, Hao Ren's eyes flashed, and he said, "One hundred thousand? ”

Liu Nianwei immediately turned her head, looked at Hao Ren, and whispered, "What are you talking about!" ”

A piece of calligraphy, worth 100,000 yuan, what kind of joke, if this is ancient calligraphy, she can still understand it, but the calligraphy of an old fortune teller sells for 100,000 yuan, which is simply too.

However, the old man smiled slightly, shook his head, and finally said a number, "You don't have to guess, if you want my words, increase the price by one million." ”

As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden silence near the stall, and everyone seemed to have been struck by a thunderbolt, their eyes were dull, their mouths were wide open, and they looked at the old man in disbelief.

At this moment, their minds fell into a slurry, and their thinking came to a standstill.

They couldn't believe that this old man dared to ask for a million, it was just a pair of calligraphy, or the most ordinary white paper, the calligraphy level of high school students, put it elsewhere, it was not worth a dollar.

Liu Nianwei also had dull eyes, her mouth was slightly open, and she looked at the old man in disbelief.

After all, he was also nurtured by Hao Ren, and he saw him spending money like running water, so he quickly reacted.

"You, you're robbing money!"

Liu Nianwei opened her mouth angrily, her face was flushed, like a layer of red sunset, which not only did not make people angry, but also looked much cuter.

"Let's go, don't buy his words here."

Liu Nianwei took Hao Ren's arm and was about to leave, if Hao Ren bought a car or a suite, it cost millions, although she was distressed, but she understood it, but a pair of calligraphy was written, and the other party asked for one million, which made her unacceptable.

The old man had a smiling expression on his face, but he wished that Hao Ren would leave.

He really didn't want to deal with Hao Ren, and it was easy to get him into trouble.

However, Liu Nianwei was just about to get up, but Hao Ren smiled slightly, grabbed the other party's arm, and said softly, "Don't worry, it's just a million, I can still take it." ”

As he spoke, Hao Ren took out a stack of checks from his body, pulled one out of it, and said with a smile, "This is a million checks, you can go to the bank to exchange them at any time." ”

As he spoke, he placed the check in the other person's hand.

Looking at this scene, the people around who were originally shocked by the old man's words suddenly petrified again, they originally thought that the old man was crazy, but now they thought that Hao Ren was also crazy, otherwise he was sick in the brain.

One person couldn't help but look forward, as if to see if the check was real.

Liu Nianwei looked at her boyfriend with a puzzled expression, and whispered, "We can't spend money like this." ”

Her tone was a little reproachful.

However, Hao Ren touched her head and chuckled, "Trust me." ”

Seeing this, Liu Nianwei didn't say anything anymore.

The old man felt as if he had eaten a dead fly, and he felt like he was holding a charcoal in his hand.

However, his words have already been released, if he breaches the contract, he is not afraid of other people's accusations, but if he deceives a person with a true dragon life, he can only spend his life in bad luck in the future.

"It seems that the magic capital is really not a good place, I have to leave another day, go to other cities, this is simply my bad luck."

The old man kept muttering some words.

However, he still took out a scroll from himself, on which was a blank rice paper, and carefully spread the scroll, about three feet long.

"What do you want to write?"

The old man looked at Hao Ren and asked.

Hearing this, Hao Ren thought for a moment and said, "Write a poem "Turtle Although Shou". ”

After all, it is a person at the helm of a big family, or an old man, and this poem is very appropriate.

The old man's eyes flashed, he nodded with a smile, picked up the brush from the side, dipped it in a little ink, looked at the blank rice paper, the old man thought for a while, and began to put down the pen.

The other party's pen was very casual, like a dragon and snake walking, one by one handwriting appeared, Hao Ren looked at it quietly, and did not speak.

And where no one saw it, there seemed to be a trace of golden light in Hao Ren's eyes, and in his eyes, although the words on the paper were written in ink, they exuded a majestic and vast momentum.

This momentum, which seems to be a rushing river, carries an indomitable majesty.

Although the handwriting is not so proper, this momentum alone is worth this million.

After a poem was written, the old man took out a seal from his pocket and printed it in the lower right corner.

"It's really cheap for you this time."

The old man muttered, a little distressed.

Hao Ren took the scroll over, and when he looked closely, the ink on it quickly dried.

If you look at each word simply, it doesn't seem to be anything, but on the whole, it is vaguely penetrating history and seeing the style of the ancient hero's generation.

"Brother Shen!"

"Hmm!"

Shen Changqing walked on the road, and when he met someone he knew well, he would say hello to each other or nod his head.

But it doesn't matter who it is.

There was no superfluous expression on everyone's face, as if they were very indifferent to everything.

on this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, it is an institution that maintains the stability of Great Qin, and its main responsibility is to kill demons and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

Arguably.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is accustomed to seeing life and death, then he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The Demon Suppression Division is huge.

The people who can stay in the Demon Suppression Division are all powerful masters, or people who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two professions, one is the town guard and the other is the demon exterminator.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts with the lowest level of demon slayer.

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Then step by step, he is expected to become a town guard.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level of the demon slayer envoys.

Have memories of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.

Unlike other places full of slaughter, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, and in the bloody Demon Suppression Division, it presents a different tranquility.

At this time, the attic door is open, and there are occasional people entering and exiting.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment, and then stepped in.

Access to the attic.

The environment has changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood came to his face, making his brow furrow instinctively, but quickly stretched.

The smell of blood on everyone's body in the Demon Suppression Division is almost impossible to clean.

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