Me and my Jianghu Tavern

Can Gu Qingshan not know, this guy is a wizard in the Taoist sect, he wants to be lazy in everything he does, he doesn't learn Taoism well, he doesn't know swordsmanship, he doesn't know anything except funny talk.

"Let's go to Goulan..."

"Stop." Gu Qing Shan interrupted Han Yu's words, and said: "Today I will take you to another place."

Han Yu was taken aback for a moment, and said, "Is it fun?"

"It's sure to be fun."

"Is it more fun than listening to music in the hook bar?"

"necessary."

"Let's go."

"..."

Chapter 149: Fudge

"Brother Zhang."

Zhang Ming raised his head and looked towards the door.

I saw a little Taoist priest wearing Taoist robes looking around behind Gu Qingshan, as if he was a little curious about the tavern.

Gongsun Yu, who came early in the morning, saw Gu Qingshan and immediately greeted him: "Brother Gu, here."

"Okay." Gu Qingshan smiled, and walked to the counter with cold words.

Han Yu scratched his head, and asked softly: "Is there really a Goulan here for fun?"

"Just look at it." Gu Qingshan replied.

Lei Hu greeted Gu Qingshan when he saw him, and said, "This way please."

Gu Qingshan waved his hand and said to Lei Hu: "Brother Lei, don't be so polite."

"Excuse me, general, bring him another pot of plum blossom wine."

Gu Qingshan took the silver, and then went to Gongsun Yu with cold words and sat down.

Han Yu looked at the group of people in front of him, not at all unaccustomed to it, but with a happy smile on his face.

Gu Qingshan patted Han Yu's shoulder, and said to everyone: "I know you, this little Taoist priest is a friend I knew before, called Han Yu."

"Hello, brothers." Han Yu smiled and cupped his hands.

Gongsun Yu waved his hand and said with a smile: "You're welcome, you are brother Gu's friend and our friend."

"That's right, why are you being polite? Speaking of which, little brother, you are a Taoist priest, can you tell fortunes?" Song Shusheng's eyes lit up, he was already very curious about Taoist priests.

"I understand a little, I understand a little." Han Yu said with a smile.

"Don't think he's being modest, he really just understands a little bit." Gu Qingshan said leisurely.

Scholar Song became interested, and asked, "Then little brother, let me do the math."

"Okay." Han Yu didn't refuse.

Song Shusheng got up, walked to Han Yu's side, and said, "Do you want to prepare anything? Birthday horoscope or something? Do you need it?"

Seeing that Scholar Song was very interested, Han Yu waved his hands and said, "No need, just look at your face, just look at your face."

Gu Qingshan turned his head and glanced at Han Yu, seeing his excited face, he knew that this guy was going to start fooling people again.

"Then little brother, how do you look at my face?" Song Shusheng said.

Han Yu nodded and asked, "What do you want to count?"

Song Shusheng thought for a while, and said, "Let's count on the future fortune."

Gongsun Yu and Wu Manzi stared wide-eyed, obviously also very curious about fortune-telling.

There are very few Taoist priests in Jian'an City, some of them are just charlatans, and I have never seen any Taoist priests with orthodox status.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

"you……"

"Ouch!"

Han Yu looked at Scholar Song's face, frowning and stretching his brows, making strange noises from time to time, pretending to be decent.

Song Shusheng's heart trembled when he saw this, but he was a little frightened.

The corners of Gu Qingshan's mouth twitched, but he didn't make a sound. He was the only one who knew what Han Yu was thinking. Just watch, the flickering is about to start.

"How is it?" Song Shusheng asked anxiously.

"Poor Daoist, you are full of righteousness, there is a heroic spirit between your brows, but your eyes are like peach blossoms, your eyes are blurred, and there is a little black energy around your Yintang. Your fortune is really weird." Han Yu said seriously.

"Why?" Song Shusheng asked repeatedly, but he was worried.

Wu Manzi was a little puzzled when he heard this, and he said silently: "Why are these words the same as those charlatans on the street?"

Han Yu made a hand salute, and said: "Infinite Heavenly Venerable, this is the appearance of committing crimes against peach blossoms and ruining wealth."

"Peach Blossom, broke the fortune?" Song Shusheng froze in place when he heard this.

A few days ago, his father told him that he was not young, and wanted to arrange a marriage for him, but he refused, but it seemed that his father did not give up.

It was really hit!

Seeing that Song Scholar was stunned for a long time, Gongsun Yu asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Shusheng ignored Gongsun Yu, but looked at Han Yu and said, "Master Daoist, how can this be broken?"

Han Yu blinked, smiled secretly, waved his hand, and said, "It's just a waste of money, wait for the poor to do a ritual for you, and solve it immediately."

Song Shusheng shook his head and said, "No, Daoist Priest, what I want to ask is how to break the peach blossoms."

"Ah?" Han Yu was stunned for a while, a little unresponsive.

Song Shusheng held a folding fan in his hand and said anxiously: "The Taoist priest doesn't know something. My father seems to have found a marriage for me recently, but I don't want to marry a wife. Please teach me the Taoist priest!"

He wasn't worried at first, but at the moment when he heard the Taoist say, he became worried instead. If he committed a crime against Peach Blossom, wouldn't that mean that he couldn't run away.

Gu Qingshan smiled, turned his head to look at Han Yu, and jokingly said: "How can the Taoist explain it?"

The corner of Han Yu's mouth twitched, why do you ask me?

I know shit, me, I'm just bragging, I just want to liven up the atmosphere.

Gongsun Yu looked at the scholar and said, "Why haven't I heard of this?"

"Oh, you don't know, I originally refused, but I saw that my father didn't seem to take it seriously." Song Shusheng said worriedly.

Gongsun Yu patted Song Scholar on the shoulder and comforted him: "If your father really wants you to marry a wife, do you think you can run away?"

"Alas." Scholar Song sighed, looked at Han Yu, cupped his hands and said, "Please also ask the Taoist priest to teach me."

"..." Han Yu opened his mouth.

Beside Han Yu, Gu Qingshan smiled, and said in a strange way: "Please also ask the Taoist priest to teach me."

Han Yu turned to look at Gu Qingshan, his face was uglier than crying.

This thing is ridiculous.

He just planned to fool the scholar so that he could get some money to go to Goulan to listen to the music next time. Now it's all right, who knows that he actually got it right.

"Cough cough." Han Yu coughed, "Boundless Heavenly Venerable, there is a saying that it is better to demolish a temple than destroy a marriage, and forgive the impoverished Taoist powerless."

"Master Dao, you can't just ignore death..." Song Shusheng said anxiously.

Gu Qingshan smiled, and said to Han Yu: "That's right, Daoist Priest, you can't just ignore death."

"Wait a minute." Han Yu said with a smile.

Han Yu got up and pulled Gu Qingshan aside, said softly: "Don't make a fuss, I'm just talking nonsense."

Gu Qingshan just smiled, and replied softly: "You are talking nonsense yourself, who can blame you if you don't make it right."

"Can you blame me for this? This person has a clear mind and tricky questions. I am completely unprepared." Han Yu said helplessly.

Scholar Song sitting at the table was very anxious. He didn't want to marry a wife. He was still young and hadn't had enough fun yet.

"Scholar, you don't want your father to find you a wife? This is a good thing." Wu Manzi said.

"If your father finds you a wife, do you want it?" Song Shusheng pouted.

"Yes, I want my father to help me find two more, one is enough." Wu Manzi laughed.

"..."

Song Shusheng opened his mouth, but he was powerless to refute.

After a while, Han Yu came back with Gu Qingshan, and Song Shusheng now regarded Han Yu as the last straw.

Chapter 150: Daoist, where are we going?

PS: I posted the wrong chapter 148 just now, sorry.

Zhang Ming came over and saw the scholar's frowning expression, so he asked, "What's wrong with the scholar?"

Wu Manzi laughed and said, "He is going to marry his wife."

"Oh, this is a good thing, why do you look so sad?" Zhang Ming asked.

"He himself doesn't want to marry a wife." Gu Qing Shan laughed.

Zhang Ming blinked, thinking to himself, the scholar still has this awareness?

Scholar Song sat beside Han Yu, grabbed his big hand, and said, "Master Dao, Master Dao, you must help me."

"This..." Han Yu's arm under his sleeve trembled, what was it all about, I wouldn't be talking nonsense if I knew it earlier.

Gu Qingshan waved his hand, intending to open up the topic, so he said to Song Shusheng: "Scholar, don't beg him, he is just talking nonsense, and he doesn't know how to tell fortunes at all."

Up to now, Han Yu didn't want to pretend any more, so he could only say: "Well, that's my nonsense, I just hit it by accident, there's no love or loss of money."

"Ah?" Scholar Song was taken aback, shook his head and said, "The Daoist priest doesn't want to help me, and is he still colluding with Brother Gu to deceive me?"

Gu Qingshan's eyes widened when he heard this, no, you are thinking too much.

It's over, it's over, Scholar Song believes that Han Yu is a real fortune-telling priest, what should I do.

"I admit it all, I don't know how to tell fortunes, I'm not a Taoist priest, I'm just a little Taoist priest." Han Yu said while holding his forehead.

"I understand." Song Shusheng sighed.

Han Yu took a deep breath, and it made sense, "It's good to understand, it's good to understand, I..."

Scholar Song interrupted Han Yu's words, and said, "What will the priest want to do to help me?"

"I...not..." Han Yu didn't say anything, so he didn't say any more.

Scholar Song took off the purse from his waist, opened it and placed it in front of Han Yu, "I didn't bring anything, only this little money, what do you think, Daoist Priest?"

Han Yu looked at the silver in the money bag, there were at least a dozen taels, enough for him to listen to music in the Go Lan for several months.

Han Yu raised his head, and said seriously: "After thinking about it, Poor Dao seems to have some solutions."

"Cough, cough, cough." Gu Qingshan, who was drinking, almost choked to death, he knew that the cold words, this shit...

"Hey, scholar, don't trust him, he doesn't know how to tell fortunes, he was talking nonsense just now, don't be fooled." Gu Qingshan said hastily.

"Master, what should we do?"

"Listen to me."

"..."

The corner of Gu Qingshan's mouth twitched, Song Shusheng didn't seem to hear his words at all, and he was chatting with Han Yu in a decent way.

"We talked as we walked, Pindao will go with you to check the situation first."

"Master, please."

After speaking, Song Shusheng walked to the door with cold words, and stepped out of the door of the tavern one after another.