Go crazy!You call me the ultimate?

After Shirley Yang said those four sentences, the old man's attitude immediately turned 180 degrees, and he respectfully made a gesture of please.

"Everyone, please come inside!"

Wang Kaixuan and Professor Sun on the side were confused, not knowing what they were up to.

Everyone followed the old man through the hall and came to the backyard.

This shop is an old house, the front is the facade, and the back is the residence.

The yard is very large, with more than a dozen rooms, and there is an old willow tree in the yard.

A girl about eighteen or nineteen years old was drawing water in front of a well, when she saw someone coming in, she couldn't help asking curiously.

"Grandfather, where is this guest?"

The old man smiled.

"Sister Yao, go and make a pot of good tea, it's a distinguished guest."

After speaking, he led everyone to a living room.

"Everyone, please sit down. I'll change into clean clothes and talk again."

After the old man left, Wang Kaixuan couldn't hold back his doubts anymore and asked.

"Old Hu, Staff Officer Yang, which song are you singing?"

Only then did Hu Bayi explain in detail.

It turns out that the owner of this shop is not an ordinary person, but a craftsman in the rivers and lakes, who is inextricably linked with the Dao Dou artist.

The wine gourd hanging at the door is a code that only people in the rivers and lakes can understand, which means "Honeycomb Mountain".

Since ancient times, most of the people who went to the rivers and lakes to make a living were engaged in illegal activities. In modern terms, they are illegal activities.

Because these activities are shady, people in the Jianghu invented a set of slang words in the industry, called lip code.

In order to distinguish between black and white, they are named after mountains, with 36 big mountains and 72 small mountains, so the Lip Code is also called Shanjing.

For example, carpenters are called "Black Wood Mountain", beggars are called "Baihua Mountain", jugglers are called "Moon Mountain", and Taoist people are called "Beiji Mountain".

In order not to make people mistaken, these mountains are not real, but fictional.

However, among all the titles with the prefix of the mountain, there is only one exception, "Kunlun Mountain".

"Kunlun Mountain" is the only one named after the real mountain, which refers to the imperial court officials.

"Honeycomb Mountain" is one of the 72 hills. Only those who are familiar with the mountain classics can see what the gourd represents.

Hu Bayi's grandfather, Hu Guohua, learned from Mo Jin Xiaowei and had a career in the Jianghu. Hu Bayi only understood these things when he was young when he heard his grandfather talk about the Jianghu.

Shirley Yang's grandfather, Partridge Whistle, is a well-known Taoist who moves mountains in the Northern School. As the only heir of the Move Mountains, she has obtained the true biography of Partridge Whistle, and is more familiar with the classics of mountains than Hu Bayi.

After Professor Sun and Wang Kaixuan listened to it, they finally realized that Hu Bayi and the others were talking to each other just now, talking slang words, no wonder outsiders were confused.

Wang Kaixuan asked again.

"Which business does Honeycomb Mountain refer to? Is it selling honeycomb coal?"

When Hu Bayi heard this, he laughed so hard that he almost spit.

"What sells briquettes, others sell pins!"

The so-called pin weapon refers to darts, crossbows, flying tiger claws, these hidden weapon mechanisms.

The gourd hanging at the door is covered with holes of different sizes, like a honeycomb. In fact, it is the trace left by testing various hidden weapons, and an expert can understand it at a glance.

After listening to these, Wang Kaixuan and Professor Sun couldn't help feeling that there are so many ways in the rivers and lakes.

While speaking, I saw the old man changed into clean clothes and walked in with a good spirit.

"Everyone has been waiting for a long time. After the old man retired, he has not met anyone of the same kind for many years. It is really fate to meet you today."

"I don't know what you are doing here?"

He cut to the chase and got to the point.

Hu Bayi didn't beat around the bush, and asked immediately.

"Old man, you have lived here for a long time, do you know where Qingxi Town was back then?"

The old man nodded without hesitation.

"know."

"but……"

He didn't say anything after that.

Seeing this, Hu Bayi quickly took out a stack of banknotes and handed them over.

"Please show me a clear way."

When the old man saw it, he smiled, took it and counted it, and his eyes lit up.

He has been in this business for decades, and this is the first time he has come across such a big deal.

As the saying goes, money can make ghosts turn the millstone.

"Everyone is going to Qingxi Town, you really found the right person!"

It turned out that the old man, surnamed Li, was a foreigner. He came to Wushan more than 60 years ago, was moved by the beautiful scenery, and settled down since then. He is 94 years old this year.

For more than half a century, he has traveled all over the mountains, rivers and rivers of Wushan, and he knows the local environment well.

When Wang Kaixuan heard this, he couldn't help being overjoyed.

"Then ask the old man to be a guide for us. With your help, we will surely succeed!"

The old man waved his hand with a smile and said.

"The old man is old and his strength is exhausted. He dozes off in the store every day and has no energy to run around."

"I'll let Yaomei take you there."

The girl he called Yaomei was an abandoned baby he picked up 19 years ago. He, who never married in his life, raised her as his own granddaughter.

Yaomei has followed the old man since she was a child and traveled to every corner of Wushan, so she is the best candidate for a guide.

After finishing speaking, he called Yaomei and gave her instructions carefully.

Yaomei obeyed the old man's words and readily agreed.

After having a guide, everyone was refreshed. As long as they could find Qingxi Town, they would not be far from Dixian Village!
Just when Hu Bayi was about to get up to say goodbye, Ji Changsheng, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke.

"Old man, since you put up the signboard, you must have some licensed products. Let's open our eyes."

The old man laughed and readily agreed.

"Everyone, please follow me!"

Everyone followed him out of the living room and went straight to a basement.

In fact, in the past few decades, the rivers and lakes have gradually faded away, and their profession has also been eliminated by the times.

The old man washed his hands in the golden basin more than 60 years ago. He put up the signboard, one is nostalgic, and the other is to see if anyone passing by in the rivers and lakes can recognize it.

He thought that most of the people who could recognize Honeycomb Mountain were old people like him, and they could talk about the old days together, but he didn't expect a few young people to come.

However, although the other party is young, he is a fellow who is familiar with the way, which makes him very relieved.

The old man smiled complacently.

"You are all experts. Only experts can see the beauty of these treasures treasured by this old man."

"Look!"

When everyone took a closer look, they couldn't help being amazed.

What appeared in front of them was an ancient rivers and lakes museum!