On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

The storyteller swallowed, looked at the dark tip of the knife, and leaned back.

"Yes... he was an old Taoist priest. I was kind-hearted at the time. I saw him passed out on the roadside, unkempt and ragged. I thought he was a beggar, so I gave him a sesame seed cake. As a result..."

The storyteller burped.

The abbot was a little anxious: "What's the result? Tell me quickly!"

The storyteller cleared his throat: "I didn't expect that he was a strange person. He had many novel ideas. At first, I found it unbelievable and thought he was a madman. But after getting along with him for a while, I felt that he should be an extraordinary person."

Yan Ruyu's heart moved slightly: "What kind of expert method?"

"He can cook a lot of delicious food, ways of eating it that I have never seen before, and," the storyteller paused, then Yan Ruyu pushed the knife forward and put it against his throat.

He immediately turned pale and continued quickly: "The books I mentioned, including this book, were also taught to me by him."

Yan Ruyu asked again: "Where is the peach honey water in the bookstore?"

"Yes, yes! And he taught me the method. I have a small cellar at home, and there are still some in it that he left behind!"

Yan Ruyu forced the storyteller with the tip of her knife: "Let's go and see!"

Stumbling out of the house and into the yard, there was indeed a small cellar. The abbot lifted up the straw mat to reveal the entrance. Yan Ruyu asked the storyteller to go down first.

"You watch here and call out if anything happens," Yan Ruyu instructed the abbot.

Then he jumped down, and the storyteller held a lantern. In the weak light, there were ten small blue and white jars, neatly arranged.

It's very cool inside. If you look closely, you can see there are a few big chunks of ice in the corners.

"He also left this ice, otherwise there would be no ice at this time of year."

The storyteller quickly added: "If there is ice, it is not my turn to use it. It is a luxury item that only wealthy families can use."

Yan Ruyu didn't say anything. She walked to the small jar, picked up one and took a closer look. The mouth was carefully sealed with yellow mud to keep it fresher and not easy to break.

Opening a jar, the fragrance of peaches hits your nostrils - it tastes very similar to what grandpa made.

Just because there are different varieties of peaches, there are some differences.

Her heart tightened and her eyes were a little wet. Fortunately, the light was dark and the storyteller couldn't see it.

"Where are others? Where are they now?" Yan Ruyu asked as calmly as possible.

"He's gone," the storyteller replied. Seeing Yan Ruyu's sharp gaze, he trembled in fright, "It's... it's true! I didn't lie!"

"Where has he gone? Tell the truth!"

It was a bit depressing here, and Yan Ruyu took the storyteller out again. The abbot master quickly asked: "How is it?"

Yan Ruyu nodded slightly, and Master Abbot was excited and nervous: "Where are the people?"

The storyteller said: "He really left, he was picked up by someone!"

"who?"

"It was a large group of people, black and black, and very impressive. Two carriages and more than a dozen fast horses came at that time. Those people were all vigorous and fierce, and they were not easy to mess with at first glance."

The storyteller gestured: "The leader is a big man, with a face like tough iron, translucent in black, translucent in bright, and a black steel beard pierced under his chin, like a steel needle or an iron wire..."

The abbot was stunned: "Isn't this Mr. Zhang?"

Yan Ruyu said: "Speak carefully!"

The storyteller paused again: "I'm sorry, it's easy to say. The people who came here are very majestic, not ordinary people. They said they were from Taoist temples, but I think they are quite powerful, and..."

He lowered his voice: "I saw some people carrying knives. How can any monk carry a knife?

I reminded the elderly to be careful. Anyway, they helped me a lot. "

"The old man smiled and said that in order to thank me for saving my life, he left me some things and asked those big men to give me some money."

The storyteller sighed: "I can't bear to let him go. After all, we have been with him for several months, and he has taught me a lot and made my life a lot easier. I used to... well, forget it.

Now the Song Family Bookstore pays a high price for me to be a storyteller, which I never dared to think about before. its me……"

"Okay," the abbot interrupted, "Tell him, how is he?"

"He just left. He was quite reluctant to leave me." The storyteller went back to the house and took out a small bundle. "By the way, these were all given to me by him."

Yan Ruyu took it and opened it to take a closer look. Inside was a small flashlight, a beer bottle opener, an Ultraman and a small Rubik's Cube.

The abbot couldn't help complaining: "What's this all about? Didn't the old man keep some unwanted things?"

Yan Ruyu gave him a blank look, and the abbot closed his mouth again.

Taking a closer look, she saw that there was something else in the bag. It was a small black waist card, a little smaller than a Rubik's Cube, and black, so she didn't notice it at first.

After stuffing the others into the abbot's hands, Yan Ruyu picked up the small waistband and looked at it, but the weight was a bit heavy.

There are lines on it, with the word "Feiyun" in the middle.

"What is this?" Yan Ruyu asked.

The storyteller stretched his neck and looked carefully for a while: "I don't know, I don't know him either.

However, he left in a hurry and left these things in a hurry. He didn't tell me how to use them, and I didn't know how to use them.

So I didn't touch it, I just kept it carefully. "

Yan Ruyu raised her eyes to look at him. The storyteller looked pretty good, with some righteousness in his features, and he didn't look like a villain.

If it was really grandpa who came here, he would be willing to stay with this person for so long, teach him a lot of things, and leave these things behind, so he must also think that this person is not bad.

Yan Ruyu's tone softened a lot: "I know how to use these and can teach you. You first tell me about the process of getting along with him."

"Process?" The storyteller was startled, "Actually, there is no process. He keeps to himself most of the time, mumbling and saying things I don't understand, about formations, ancients, and the like.

Later, he started talking to me slowly, and taught me storytelling, told me stories, and wrote books. "

"Well, even though we have been together for several months, he has always been very busy. I have asked him several times where he is from, and he always said that he is old and can't remember clearly.

I didn’t know if it was true or not, so I didn’t ask again. "

"Did those people say anything when they came to pick him up? Think about it carefully."

Yan Ruyu said, putting a silver ingot on the table.

The storyteller's eyes lit up and he thought hard for a while: "Oh, I was shocked when I came. There were more than a dozen horses surrounding me. How could there have been so many people in my house before?

They are all good, especially the big man at the head, who has a sword under his body, which is slightly purple and blue, with thousands of rays of light and thousands of auspicious colors! "

Yan Ruyu put her fingers on the silver ingot and slowly dragged it back, stopping the storyteller's words in time.

"You said before that there was a carriage. Did you see clearly who was on the carriage?"