Chapter 81 A master as tall as a tree, I want to be the master of Qiugong Pavilion (an extra chapter)
“I decided to go to Qiugong Pavilion every morning and come back at night. I wonder how the war in Fufeng Fucheng is going. Will it affect us? In troubled times, we must make a survival plan.”
After breakfast, all members of Fulong Village held a meeting.
Xin Zhuo was thinking about Hui Ruqing’s instructions, drew a circle on the table with his chopsticks, and said to everyone: “You can’t be too pushy recently, you should be more modest, and Lao Bai’s planting should be stepped up. In this world, we can plant all kinds of winter radishes and potatoes. If we don’t have seeds, haven’t we made a lot of money from Menghu Village? Lao Bai and Jiulang can quietly go to other small counties to buy them in case of emergencies. "
The thieves listened in rapt attention, and Huang Dagui clapped his hands generously: "It's better to leave the matter of buying seeds to me."
Cui Ying'er said coldly: "Who dares to sell your one-eyed mask and tattoos to you?"
Huang Dagui rubbed his nose: "Forget it, let's go for it."
Xin Zhuo continued : "By the way, buy some cotton wool, cloth and so on. The second master and Qiniang will make some clothes and quilts for the winter."
"First master, what should I do?" Murong Xiu rubbed his hands, because he could not contribute to the cottage. And feel nervous.
Xin Zhuo said: "Your task is too heavy. You are responsible for taking everyone down the mountain to rob. What's the difference between bandits who don't rob and salted fish? But they can only be vegetarians and can't kill. If you encounter Go to beautiful girls, use your beauty tricks, order more things, and the most important thing is to stock up on supplies.”
Murong Xiu listened very happily at the beginning, but his expression changed when he got to the end: "The handsome man trick is fine, but the naughty ones don't make it difficult for me."
The thieves couldn't help but laugh.
At this moment, an old voice suddenly came from outside: "Is there anything to eat? Prepare some for the old man."
Everyone looked at each other and walked out of the room in surprise. Standing in front of the gate was an old man, wearing a faded linen robe, his gray hair casually pulled into a bun, his old face was full of wrinkles, and two front teeth were missing when he spoke.
The crutch is in his hand, trembling.
This appearance is even more strange than a cute little lady coming from the mountain.
Huang Dagui subconsciously glanced at the mountains outside: "Old man, this is a bandit's den. Why did you come here?"
The old man glanced at Xin Zhuo with his turbid old eyes. , smiled and said: "I happened to pass by here, and I was so hungry that I pressed my back. Who cares whether it's a den of thieves or a den of bandits?"
"That makes sense." Huang Dagui scratched his head and looked at Xin Zhuo.
Xin Zhuo smiled and said: "Watch the whole plate of mutton and cook some broth to replenish the old man's health."
Bai Jianxi asked in surprise: "When did the head of the family respect the old and love the young so much?" After climbing such a high mountain, it doesn’t matter if you are an expert. In short, you won’t suffer if you make a mistake.”
Han Qiniang immediately took Han Jiulang into the kitchen.
Xin Zhuo invited the old man into the Juyi Hall. The old man stood on crutches and looked left and right. He couldn't help curling his lips, with a look of disgust on his face: "It's so ugly. This turtle grandson Juyi Hall is not impressive at all."
"Hey, you old yo-yo, how can you talk? I'll punch you, believe it or not." Huang Dagui got angry and rolled up his sleeves to take action.
"Forget it, forget it." Murong Xiu quickly stopped Huang Dagui with a teasing look on his face, "Master, the boss said he is a master, it would be embarrassing if he can't defeat him."
Huang Dagui became even more angry: "What could he be? Master, I am laughing so hard!"
"Old man, I am indeed a master." The old man looked serious and smiled coldly.
Everyone looked at him.
Xin Zhuo hesitated and asked: "How high?"
No matter how you look at it, this old man has no momentum at all, and coupled with his weak blood, he is just an ordinary old man.
"Hmm..."
The old man looked down and looked around, as if he wanted to find something to gesture with, and finally pointed to the maple tree in front of the village, "Have you seen those maple trees? A little higher than the treetops, I can beat a group of you."
"What a braggart!"
Huang Dagui rushed forward again, "I have to show off to you today."
"Hehehe..." Bai Jianxi quickly pulled Huang Dagui, "Don't be so fierce. The old man is quite funny. No one understands him better than me."
"Huh?" The old man pointed at Bai Jianxi. , "This old lady laughs so disgustingly, but she understands me quite well."
Bai Jianxi was stunned for three breaths, and shouted: "Don't stop me, I will tear his mouth apart."
"Forget it, forget it, Xigou, what a big deal." This time it was Huang Dagui who stopped him.
Xin Zhuo rubbed his eyebrows. It was quite... quite irritating to be able to make Lao Huang and the others so angry with just a few words. He waved a few people away, moved a stool, and motioned for the old man to sit down.
The old man was not polite. He sat down, looked left and right, and finally looked at Xin Zhuo. The meaning in his old eyes was unclear: "Are you married?"
Xin Zhuo didn't want to pay attention to him, so he turned around. He thought about changing into a set of clean clothes and rushed to Qiugong Pavilion. After hearing this, he casually replied: "I am a bandit, where can I get a wife?" "Aren't you good at flirting with girls?" The old man tapped his cane a few times. Floor, "You are sixteen or seventeen. If you don't find a wife, you can't be a bachelor for another day?"
Xin Zhuo looked over in surprise: "You are not an old matchmaker, are you? Whose girl I asked you to come here?”
I couldn’t help but think of the two girls I met in Fufeng Mansion. Did they find themselves here? Isn't it?
"What kind of matchmaker am I? I haven't even married yet, so I'm talking nonsense." The old man said leisurely.
He is a simple old man who loves to talk nonsense.
Xin Zhuo shook his head.
At this moment, Han Qiniang and her sister came in with two bowls of food, placed them on the table, glanced at Xin Zhuo, and walked out.
The old man was not polite. He picked up his chopsticks and ate them all. While eating, he cursed: "It doesn't taste good, and the stew is not rotten enough. It's not delicious!"
Xin Zhuo put on a new set of clothes and said with a smile: "Some of them are good to eat. Let's go after eating. I'm sorry."
He turned around and was about to go out.
The old man suddenly asked unintentionally: "Going to Qiugong Pavilion?"
Xin Zhuo's heart moved, and he turned around and said: "You also know Qiugong Pavilion?"
< br>The old man grinned: "Of course I know, I am from Qiugong Pavilion."
Coming! Qiugong Pavilion finally had visitors for the second time.
Xin Zhuo immediately pulled up another stool, sat down next to the old man seriously, and thoughtfully pulled the vegetable basin closer to him: "I see, I am disrespectful, are you the Master of Qiugong Pavilion?"< br>
The old man put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth casually: "That's not true, I'm just an ordinary sweeper in Qiugong Pavilion."
"Mediocre? Turns out I'm a real master! "Xin Zhuo looked solemn and couldn't help but clasp his fists again.
The old man asked curiously: "Who is the real master of sweeping the floor?"
Xin Zhuo said eloquently: "There are several types of masters in the world who prefer to hide their identities, such as the old man who sweeps the floor, the carriage driver, the old housekeeper, the old man next to the eldest lady, etc.
Okay, stop pretending, From your sharp eyes, strange clothes, and weird temper, I can completely understand your strong master's pretentiousness."
The old man was a little bit confused, and he grinned for a long time. Laughing: "Your description is quite unique. I like it. Let's go!"
Xin Zhuo pretended to be surprised and said: "Where to go? I'm not going to Qiugong Pavilion. Why would I, a bandit, go there?"
The old man blinked and said: "You are just pretending, old man, I am convinced."
Xin Zhuo rubbed his nose and said: "Let's be honest, I went to Qiugong Pavilion. How about not being a student but becoming a wife?"
The old man looked him up and down with a strange expression: "Just you? You know how? Teacher? Our student? All the members will be high officials and generals in the future.” , write small paintings, write a few ancient poems It’s no big deal for the poems and health care workers to play games or something like that.
It’s just a matter of competing in martial arts. What do you think? I’m very serious about being a human being. If you have ambitions, you have them yourself There is an alternative vision that people in this world do not have, and there is hope for the existence of Yuejing, and his vision is not low. If you want to do it, be a master. You are also a person from Qiugong Pavilion. The chance of a master looking for a sacrifice to the spirit is much higher than that of a living person. The status should also be higher.
"Although it's a bit shameless for you to say that, I think it's okay." The old man nodded seriously.
Xin Zhuo squeezed closer to him: "You... do you mean what you say?"
"Of course, am I not a master of sweeping the floor? Who dares not to listen to what I say? Give him the head It's broken, so go ahead and take care of it." The old man picked up the mutton bones and gnawed at them. It was inconvenient for his front teeth to leak.
Xin Zhuo was doubtful and regretted why he didn't just pour a bowl of water from Wangyue Well into the meal to see the state of the old man.
After being silent for a long time, he finally chose to believe him and go and have a look before talking.
...
Xin Zhuo was already standing outside the gate of Qiugong Pavilion. He was wearing a brand new linen clothes, his hair was tied up, and his face was clean.
Looking at the two gatekeepers and the students in wide robes and sleeves passing by in the courtyard from time to time, I couldn't help but sigh, life is too impermanent. I am obviously a bandit, but I came to the academy to become a master. Oh, it's too far off track.
But...sacrifice to the spirit!
If you want to be a thief, it will be difficult to find sacrifices for spirits above the seventh level, except for Qiugong Pavilion and Shuiyue Temple.
In this Qiu Palace, no matter what, we must develop sacrifice spirits and improve our strength, otherwise everything will be useless.
At this moment, there was a noise behind him. When he turned around, he saw three people, three people who did not expect to appear here.
(End of this chapter)