Chapter 237 It’s late at night, and people have passed away
Bailian looked at the sleepy old gentleman and whispered: "This old gentleman is old and can't help being hungry. I'm afraid it's disturbing me like this." Not good.”
The old man, who had been dim-eyed just now, suddenly opened his eyelids after hearing this.
He smiled at Bailian: "I am old and strong, so it doesn't matter to me, Mr. Fourth Sword, I have come to Lao Chan's bookstore to read in person, so Lao Chan is not willing to close the shop."
Bailian was a little surprised, glanced at the old man's eyes, and then smiled slightly and said: "Excuse me then."
He took out a luminous pearl as compensation.
Ji Ting looked at the shining luminous pearl, his eyes widened. He looked at Bai Lian and then at Fang Geyu. His eyes struggled for a moment, but he pushed the luminous pearl back. , insisted on not accepting it.
"My benefactor saved my little sister's life. It is already a huge kindness. It is just a few story books. How dare you accept such valuable things? Today the rent will be deducted from my monthly salary." "
Bailian didn't force it. He put away the luminous pearl, moved a small bench, sat behind Yun Rong's butt, and started reading.
Fang Geyu, who said he was not interested, turned over a book when the two of them were really bored, and squatted behind Bai Lian's buttocks to read.
While reading, he frowned and criticized: "The Prime Minister's daughter actually falls in love with a poor scholar who is poor, weak and can be bullied, and has nothing but a few vitriols. Is this when there are no good men in the world?"
< br>“Tsk tsk tsk, for A man who only met once betrayed his family, cried, made trouble, and hanged himself. He was dragged out and hung with a rope. What's the point of raising such a rebellious son?"
Bailian pursed his lips! , glanced at the eldest lady who was looking at him with contempt, and said nothing.
Ji Ting came up to him very discerningly: "My dear, my dear, do you like the story of Lord Xuan Shui very much?"
Bailian nodded.
Ji Ting winked and made a look that every man understands: "Actually, many people don't know that this "Feng Ya Collection" is actually not complete, and the essence of it was extracted by my husband.
Originally My husband ordered me to burn it, but it was a pity to burn the treasure, so I hid it privately. , that is the benefit of the uncut version, only for those loyal fans to watch.
On weekdays, I usually collect 80 pieces of tattoos to print and sell to others, but if my benefactor wants to see it, Ji. Ting can give it for free.”
“What is that?” Bai Lian looked confused.
Fang Geyu’s face darkened.
Yun Rong was still immersed in his own world.
Ji Ting's eyebrows danced: "Of course they are those little drawing books, the contents are very..."
The long sword placed by Fang Geyu's leg hit the ground heavily. Knock, a crack of more than ten meters long appeared under the sword, extending all the way to the opposite side of the street.
Her cold eyes stared at the shivering Ji Ting: "What is the content?"
Ji Ting looked pale and did not dare to say anything more.
Mom, I'm afraid this is not a fairy.
Fang Geyu grabbed Bai Lian's back collar, pulled his head onto his lap, lowered his head and said sternly into his ear: "Just read a book, I'll give you pocket money, no You are asked to learn bad things from these weird people, do you know?”
Bailian Ke nodded vigorously, holding the book in his hands. , imitating her tone: "I'll just watch this, okay?"
Fang Geyu's expression softened a little, and he touched his head: "Be good, if you like to watch it, I will watch it someday." I bought Mr. Xuan Shui to write a book for you. As for those small books, don’t read them.”
Ji Ting was dumbfounded.
Will... buy Mr. Xuan Shui just to write a book for a man? !
This little girl has such a loud voice.
In the next few days, Yun Rong was not in a hurry to capture his inner demon.
She always adhered to the principle that she could wait for the rabbit to come. As a matter of course, she stayed in the inn where Bai Lian lived. As a matter of course, she dragged him to the bookstore to discuss kendo at dawn.
I am really crazy...
After going back and forth, Balian also understood the sword intentions in the book.
Xuan Shuijun wrote the book eighty-eight years ago.
In the past eighty-eight years, I have given a set of story books to this bookstore every year. I must be an old man. In a short period of time, no matter how evil Yun Rong is, it will be difficult to understand.
But this does not affect her enthusiasm for "Feng Ya Ji" at all.
After a few days, Balian read the stories in the book and sometimes chatted with the old man in the bookstore. Over time, he became familiar with the old man.
The old man who can recognize Yun Rong's identity at a glance is certainly no ordinary old man.
The old man’s name is Meng Chengzhi, and he is an old teaching scholar at Baimu Academy in the inner city.
Although he comes from the inner city, he lives in the border city of Xianling.
Except for the periods of exam lectures, when he would go to the inner city to perform his duties, he spent most of his time like an ordinary old man, living in the outer city and running his own small bookstore.
Drink a few sips of old tea, and then casually take a few disciples from poor families on the street to study and study.
Jiting is one of the disciples of this poor family, and he is very popular with the old man.
A few days of seemingly meaningless life.
But Bailian could vaguely feel that a storm was coming.
Perhaps, looking at an extremely ordinary and trivial matter at this moment, it has already entered an important part of the city lord's examination.
He didn't know how to break the status quo of ordinary life, and he never thought about deliberately breaking it.
Because he knows very well that since the big test has started, the test questions will inevitably appear in front of him.
After all, he was led to this long street by someone in the inner city.
Bashu noodles that raise ghosts.
Food that corpse demons can eat.
The dead chef in Zhongyou.
And...the fourth sword of Tianxi.
In the end, what broke this balance was the fifth day of reading with Yun Rong.
Jiting, who came to the bookstore on time every day, did not come on this day...
But the old man in the bookstore was still sitting on a wicker chair, Sip two sips of old tea, tease the parrot, and water the flowers.
He didn't ask much about Ji Ting's disappearance, as if there was no such person in the first place.
His expression is very peaceful.
It's just... that docile bird today seemed to have a particularly bad temper after being teased again.
Bailian looked at the old man playing with birds, with a look of sadness in his eyes.
The old man who was playing with the birds looked sad and helpless when he was pecked by his own parrot.
Bai Lian went to Ji Ting's house at night, but found that the door was closed and there was no candlelight.
The next day, as Yun Rong came to the bookstore again, the old man was still the same old man.
It’s just that the parrot that was teased and cherished yesterday has disappeared, leaving only an empty birdcage and a scattered feather in the cage.
Without the birds to tease him, the old man had nothing to do today except watering the flowers and pruning the branches. He seemed to be in a good mood and hummed a little tune.
Bailian discovered that the cloth coat and jacket the old man was wearing was still the same as yesterday. It had not been replaced, but it was far less clean than yesterday.
The color is slightly dark, as if it is stained with a layer of unclean dark dirt.
Like blood...
(End of this chapter)