Huang Shuang

"Ah Jian, what shall we do next?" "You ask me, I'll ask who to go to, and I will definitely smash Zhou Wenyan's shop when I get back, and deceive us with false rumors." Jing Jian hung on Zhang Yang, kicking cursingly. The gravel at the feet: "According to what Uncle Xi said, this Qingling has a lot to do with Zhou Wenyan. I don't believe she doesn't know anything about the situation here. There is no way to lend it to us, and since he came to Luoyang, the little fat man’s illness has not only not improved, but even worse, I am really..." "Ah! Children of the family should be careful when speaking," Zhang Yang said helplessly, "I have been expelled from my family long ago. I don’t remember these lessons when I was a child.” “I heard from my father that he once wanted to teach Uncle Jing, but you stopped him?” Zhang Yang lifted Jing Jian’s arm up again, “Who I don’t care about his family’s shelter, it’s good to be your family’s descendants and retainers.” Jing Jian said nonchalantly, “But, after all, you are…” “Okay, aren’t you talking about Chang Yu Siling? It’s about me again, Xiao Zhun, what news does your family have about the remaining spirit?” “The last spirit is named Good Spirit, Lord forgive me, there is no news about what it lives in, it is the most mysterious of the four spirits, The most recent appearance was at least 16 years ago, in Changhe Gelucheng." "Changhe, it seems that I must go there..."

In the spring breeze of Luoyang, the weirdo at the table facing the street has been occupying the restaurant for half a month. For half a month, he has always been alone. He only asks for two catties of sauced beef every day. He sits by the window facing the street and sleeps all day until the restaurant closes. Then stuff the cold beef into his mouth, and anyone who dares to disturb him, no matter if it is a guest or a waiter, will be severely beaten, and after the beating is over, he will throw a silver coin and lie there again. Sleeping heavily, the shopkeeper has no choice but to move a stool to guard the door every day, to accompany those old customers and new diners, right this morning, a man wearing a bamboo hat walked into the restaurant, regardless of persuasion, he went straight up to the second floor and sat down. On the window frame, the saber hooked by the strange man was playing in his hand, unexpectedly, he was not chased away by the strange man. Seeing this, the proprietress of the restaurant hurriedly called the cook to prepare the dishes. In a big restaurant like theirs, every day The daily fruits, vegetables and drinks are all signed long-term contracts. In the past half month, although the daily income is quite a lot, there is only one customer, and the bags of food can only be piled up in the back kitchen, which is useless. I threw away several things, and the proprietress is very capable. She made side dishes and secretly sold them on the street a few days ago, but was rumored by the rivals next door. , leading to a drop in reputation, the proprietress hated her teeth, seeing that weird man's uncharacteristic attitude today, maybe this man's business is about to be done, and when this man leaves, he will open the door for business without stopping. "Is the arrangement ready?" The man buried on the table didn't even lift his head, and muttered as if dreaming, "Return to the master, the person who picked up the little girl has arrived." I'm too tired here." "Master wants to go home?" The man wearing the hat was stunned, "Nonsense, try staying here for a month." "One month? But how did I hear that you only packed half a bag?" What about the month?" "Yeah, I had no money for the first half month, and I was staring at the roof every day." "Stay... the roof...?" The man paused, and the strange man lying on the table raised his head and revealed With a pair of bright eyes, "If you don't come, I might have to squat on the roof again tomorrow." "Why?" The weird man picked it up, equipped him with a sword, and straightened his neckline, "Let's go, you don't have to stare at me anymore." "That's impossible." The weird man pushed his hand away, "You can go, I can't, Xi Niang is not easy to mess with, if Feng Ling misses, my signboard will be smashed, and now the foundation is hard-won, I don't want to ruin this order." "You are too tired" "Come on, you Let's go, you are here, I can't sleep." The weird man pushed him out, and then lay on his stomach again. The man pressed down the bamboo hat, and then looked at him firmly. Outside the window, the man had already left without a trace, "Tch, chirping, I don't know how to get the rain order" After finishing speaking, he fell back on the table and fell asleep.