[Liao Zhai] White Tiger

Fang Dong and his wife were also knocked to pieces, and climbed out of the car even more dizzy than the Taoist priest.

Fang Dong wasn't angry when he heard the Taoist priest's scolding. First, he had more time to settle and reflect on his own mistakes after being blind during this period of time. In order to relieve the bad luck and pain, the temperament has become more gentle and humble, and secondly, it is true that they turned back and forth in the middle of the road, which caused the crash.

Fang Dong smiled wryly and was helped up by his wife. He saluted along the place where the voice came from, and apologized.

"Brother, I don't know where I got hurt. It's all Fang's fault. Fang is willing to bear it all. Please forgive me."

The Taoist stopped cursing, tilted his head and squinted, and looked Fang Dong and his wife up and down.

He smiled disdainfully, and sarcastically said: "It turns out that he is really blind, no wonder he doesn't have eyes when driving."

Fang Dong's wife has a straightforward personality, and she was not happy when she heard it, and immediately countered: "You Taoist priest is too unreasonable. Don’t you have the slightest responsibility for running rampant on the road?”

Instead of being angry, the Taoist smiled: "Madam's eloquence is really an eye-opener for the poor Taoist."

The wife was out of breath: "You...!"

Fang Dong patted his wife's hand reassuringly, hoping that both parties could calm down and solve the problem well.

But obviously the few people on the scene were fine, otherwise how could they have the strength to stand in the middle of the road and make a big noise?

After Fang's boy got up from the ground, he began to toss behind, but with his strength alone, it was obviously impossible to help the carriage that was overturned on the ground. However, the driver was a muscular man wearing the uniform of a palace guard. He was not as stupid as a servant. Knowing that he couldn't help him up, he just sat on the side of the carriage with his legs crossed and looked at the two sides with nothing to do with himself. quarrel.

Taoist: "Unreasonable and unreasonable woman!"

Fang Dong's wife: "Warlock, a charlatan!"

"Xing Xiao! Why are you still sitting there?" The Taoist suddenly turned his head, and shouted angrily to the guards, "Come here and tell this village woman, what is the status of the poor Taoist, do you care about the money for her two soups? You actually said that I am a magic stick..."

Seeing that the Taoist priest seemed to have lost his temper, he immediately jumped off the side of the car and strode over, protecting the Taoist priest behind him.

Fang Dong's wife was taken aback by the tall and burly figure of the other party, and then saw clearly that he was wearing the service of the imperial palace guards, and was even more shocked and dared not speak.

Xing Xiao squinted his eyes, and introduced with a sense of oppression: "I am Xing Xiao, the imperial guard, who is specially ordered by His Majesty to personally protect the real Luo Yuan, the head of Tiangang Dao Sect."

Tiangang Taoist Sect, the most mysterious sect in the world, is said to have ascended to immortals in the past, and every sect master has the profound Taoism to spy on the secrets of the heavens. Taoist Song.

Even if few people know this prophecy today, it will not hinder the reputation of Tiangang Daozong. Therefore, when a Taoist priest who claims to be a descendant of Songyi appears and confirms that he is indeed capable, Emperor Wuxuan has to treat it with caution. , almost entertained him with the treatment of a national teacher.

He even sent Xing Xiao, the deputy commander of the imperial bodyguards, to protect him. Xing Xiao is the one with the highest martial arts among all the guards, but because his character is too wild and unruly, Emperor Wuxuan felt that he was not stable enough, so he was relegated to the position of deputy commander.

Fang Dong's wife was dumbfounded for a moment, unable to speak: "This, this..."

Fang Dong immediately stood in front of his wife defendingly, opened his eyes subconsciously, and said, "It turns out that the guards and Master Luo Yuan are really disrespectful. Just now, Zhuo Jing was just eager to protect her husband, and I hope the two adults will forgive me. Everything will be borne by Fang Mou."

Because there are strange foreign objects in the eyes, it looks a little scary. Fang Dong usually closes his eyes when he goes out, but just now he was in a hurry and couldn't help opening them.

Xing Xiao, who was the first to face the visual impact, paused for a moment, and raised his eyebrows without any exaggeration, while the real Luo Yuan behind him yelled without restraint, and didn't hear Fang clearly at all. Dong said something.

After being frightened, Luo Yuan ignored Xing Xiao's obstruction, pulled out a money sword from behind, stood in front, pointed directly at Fang Dong's eyes, and said solemnly: "Stop, don't move, there are demons attached to your eyes! "

Fang Dong's wife opened her mouth and asked, "May I ask what the real person can do to save my husband?"

Luo Yuan didn't change his face and said: "You must first cut out your husband's eyeballs, and then suppress them with a spell, otherwise this evil spirit will often come out to cause trouble in the world."

Fang Dong's feet softened when he heard this, and his wife almost fainted.

"........."

But he said that there was a street market next to the road where Fang Dong and others were located. At this time, Bai Jingyang, who knew nothing about it, was looking at a hawker selling candied haws by himself.

He stared at the candied haws stick filled with candied haws for about ten seconds. His eyes were full of round, red goblins. The most alluring thing was the shiny sugar coating on them. Sweet and delicious, sweet to the bottom of my heart, it is simply mouth-watering.

The hawker selling candied haws was a simple middle-aged man. When the young man in white brocade clothes appeared, he had already noticed it. There was no particular reason, just because of his good looks.

But the other party stared at it for so long, obviously looking like he wanted to eat it, but he didn't come to buy it from him for a long time. It must not be because he couldn't afford it. The peddler guessed that the money bag was stolen by a thief?Or did you forget to bring money when you went out?

"Hey." The peddler sighed, just because of the face of the other party, he couldn't refuse him ruthlessly, and with those eager eyes, it was exactly the same as his young son who was seven or eight years old who was greedy. Once soft, pull out a bunch of plump candied haws from the grass handle.

The peddler took two steps forward and handed it to Bai Jingyang: "Young master, let me treat you to eat this."

Bai Jingyang's eyes lit up, staring at the bunch of candied haws in the peddler's hand, hesitating for a moment, then his eyes drifted to the three candy apples on the top of the straw handle in his hand.

It's bright red, big and beautiful, and it should be more delicious.

He licked his lips lightly, hesitated for a while, and finally shook his head to reject the peddler's offer.

"Thank you, I will buy it next time with the money."

It's not that Bai Jingyang didn't bring any money with him today, but he accidentally threw it all in the medicine shop. Before leaving, the owner of the medicine shop looked at him like he was looking at a good fortune boy, full of reluctance, and even greeted him. As soon as the next batch of new medicinal materials arrived, he would immediately send someone to notify him.

Now there is not even a copper coin left in his pocket, which is cleaner than his face.

Because Bai Jingyang's eyes were too clear, so clear that people could see to the end at a glance, although the peddler saw that what he wanted was not candied haws, but candied apples, he didn't open his mouth again, and generously gave it to him.

The reason is actually very simple. A bunch of candied haws costs one copper coin, but a candied apple costs five copper coins.

Hawkers live in poverty and are reluctant to give away expensive ones.

"Boss, please have a sugar apple."

At this time, a voice as clear as a mountain stream suddenly sounded, and a fair-looking young man handed over five copper coins to the candied haws vendor.

"Oh, oh, okay." The peddler was stunned by the other party's appearance, and quickly took the copper plate with one hand, and took down the candy apple with the other and handed it to the other party.

He thought to himself, what day is it today, that there are so many god-like characters appearing?

Bai Jingyang, who was temporarily poor, immediately cast an envious look at the man, it's nice to be rich.

Thinking of this, he was about to turn around and leave, just go home for dinner, when suddenly the young man who bought candy apples stopped in front of him.

The man seemed very shy. He held up a bright red candy apple and said embarrassedly: "Please, please eat."

Bai Jingyang blinked: "But I don't know you, why do you invite me to eat sugar apples?"

The man blushed with embarrassment, and shiveringly stuffed the candy apple into Bai Jingyang's hand: "I, I made a fortune for myself this morning, and if I do good deeds every day, the things that have troubled me for a long time will turn around." .”

Now that it was stuffed into his hands, Bai Jingyang was no longer polite. He stretched out his pink tongue and licked the sugar coating on the outer layer of the sugar apple. The sweet taste instantly made him squint his eyes happily.

The young man saw that his entire face was red like a ripe persimmon, and his heart was beating like a boy. When he realized it, he quickly lowered his head, not daring to take another look.

"You know how to tell fortunes, are you a Taoist priest?" Bai Jingyang asked casually while licking a sugar apple.

The young man nodded: "Poverty Guyi, he came to the imperial city to find someone."

Bai Jingyang: "My name is Bai Jingyang. How long have you been looking for it? Who are you looking for? Do you want me to help you?"

Daoist Gu shook his head: "I just arrived in the imperial city, so I'm not sure if he's here yet."

Bai Jingyang: "Well, since you invited me to eat sugar apples, and I like you, I'll help you with this. Go back and ask my dad to post a missing person notice at the gate of the city. Maybe it will be useful."

The notices of these years, except for the government, ordinary people can't just post them casually, but Bai Zhenshan, as a general, can easily do this little favoritism.

Daoist Gu immediately rejoiced: "Thank you, thank you Brother Bai, my hexagram is indeed correct."

The two chatted while walking, feeling very speculative.

As for the sugar apple in Bai Jingyang's hand, he gnawed off the sugar coating on the outside after a while. As for the big apple inside, in order to save money, the peddler chose the one he picked from the mountain himself, and the taste was really sour.

Bai Jingyang took a bite, and his face wrinkled from the sourness. He held up the sour apple without the sugar coating: "I don't want to eat it..."

"This..." Gu Yi hesitated, not knowing whether he should take it or not.

Suddenly, a wide hand stretched out from behind, and very naturally took the sour apple in Bai Jingyang's hand.

Xuan Qing bit the place where Bai Jingyang had bitten, without changing expression.