Why does the shark I picked bite people?

There is a small tavern at the end of Guanlan Street, the owner’s wine is not very good, and the appetizers are the best in Qingzhou, but the place is a bit remote, and not many people know it, because it is close to the pier, and all the people who come and go come and go Fishermen in the vicinity.On weekdays, the business is not bad, but today it is very bleak, there is no one in the room, only a young man is sitting on the small platform by the window, sipping wine leisurely.

Outside the window is pouring rain.

The waiter put a plate of bad whitebait on the table of the only customer, and couldn't help taking a peek at it.

This young man is wearing a blue straight dress today. I don't know what kind of material that material is made of, but it still faintly reveals the color of pearl in such a gloomy sky.Wearing a small green wood crown, a large pale belt around the waist, only a pendant, and no decorations on the whole body.The pendant is also strange, it is not the carp pendant or three-yuan pendant commonly used by men of this age, it is oiled with white jade, and engraved with the pattern of tortoise and crane prolonging the year.

Sure enough, every move is weird.On the day when it started to rain, he appeared in the store alone, stood sideways in the hall for a while, then went to sit on the small table by the window.Since then, every day has come, and today is the seventh day.Appearing at Chenshi and leaving at Xushi, I want a pot of pear blossoms and two small dishes to kill the day.At first I thought he was waiting for someone, but the rain is pouring like pillars, who will come?And he looked relaxed, and he didn't feel upset when he left alone every day. A few times when he was brought closer to warm wine, he leaned on his elbow, tapped his fingers on the table, and hummed softly.

This is Qingzhou Binhai. From June to August every year, there are often hurricanes that wreak havoc.Days of rainy days were a sign of a hurricane. The fishermen dragged the fishing boats tied to the pier back to their homes, and closed their doors. The heavy rain could not hide the smell of incense in the streets and alleys that worshiped the goddess of Guanyin from the South China Sea.Even the stray cats and wild dogs didn't know where they were hiding, let alone who else came out to drink.

Thinking of this, Xiao Er couldn't help but glanced at his face.Looking at his young age, he has bright eyebrows and comfortable eyes, and there is a slight blue color under the corners of his eyes, which looks like a mole, but he has never seen anyone with such a color mole, which makes his eyes particularly bright.

With such age and appearance, don't you need to go to school?No family?There was such a heavy rain, and his chariots and horses were not seen. I don't know how it came from.What's more, seeing how handsome he is, he looks like a nobleman, and his family can rest assured that he spends his days in a tavern in the outer city every day before the hurricane?

At this time, the young man seemed to have noticed Xiao Er's gaze, and suddenly raised his eyes to look at him.The corners of his mouth and brows did not move, but there seemed to be a hint of a smile in his eyes. For some reason, Xiao Er asked him to take a look, blushed, made a vague confession, and then hurriedly backed away.

Shang Bieyun took a sip from his wine cup.This wine is too bad to drink, not to mention sour, it has no aroma, and you can't drink it all day long from a small pot. Even the waiter in the store often looks at him with a surprised face, as if wanting to say that's it Can you drink the wine too?I don't know what the boss thinks, if the brand name is changed to a restaurant, maybe the store has already opened to the inner city.

He took a chopstick of whitebait into his mouth, and nodded slightly in satisfaction.

But I happened to see through the window that there was a figure walking towards the tavern with the wind and rain, the rain curtain blurred the outline, only the figure was small, slightly arched, as if holding something in his arms.

The man walked to the corridor and took off the hat and coir raincoat. It turned out to be a little girl who was only about eleven or twelve years old. Her eyebrows and eyes had not yet opened, but she could already see a bit of delicateness, but the color of her hair, eyebrows and even her pupils were very different. Light, it seems that the whole person is a little cold.

Holding a bundle of half-worn oilcloth in her left hand, she put the hat and coir raincoat she had taken off against the wall and put it away against the wall. The rain on the face, hair tips, and the corners of the cuffs and skirts was carefully pressed and brushed away, and then he opened the curtain and walked in with the burden.

Although he was only a child, he was the only customer in the past few days. Xiao Er was putting on a sweat towel and was hesitating whether to go up to greet him, but the girl didn't look at him, but stopped slightly in his direction. Er returned to the counter, realizing that he was faintly overwhelmed by the aura of a girl, and couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded.

The girl walked up to Shangbieyun's table and blessed her body. Shangbieyun was still sitting leaning on her and waved her hand to signal her to sit down. Shang Bieyun didn't try to persuade him anymore, so he asked, "How?"

The girl looked at the ground and shook her head.

Shang Bieyun didn't speak, but just looked out of the window, the girl was also speechless, only the sound of rain.The two had a cup of tea in silence, Shang Bieyun lifted his wide sleeves, picked up the wine cup in front of him, drank the rest of the wine in one gulp, frowned for a long time before standing up.

The girl shook off the bundle and came forward, which turned out to be a brand new silk cloak sprinkled with brocade oil, and she wanted to serve Shang Bieyun to wear it.

Shang Bieyun waved his hand: "Cong Yin, where did you learn this nonsense? Lord, I'm afraid you won't be able to get wet with this little bit of water." After finishing speaking, he wanted to walk out with his long legs.

Cong Yin looked expressionlessly at the rain that could only be described as pouring, holding the cloak in his hands and refusing to let go: "Master, I know you are not afraid, but if the clothes, shoes and socks are stained with mud, do you wash them yourself? "

Shang Bieyun was speechless, obediently squatted down and let the little girl put on the cloak.

Cong Yin asked while tying the tie of the cloak: "Master, won't you come later?"

Shangbieyun grinned: "I'm not coming." He glanced towards the window and said, "The rain will stop soon, besides, I have been waiting for seven days, and if I don't come, I won't come even after another seven days." , I might as well save my worries and go do my own thing."

Cong Yin nodded: "I haven't finished my food yet, let's take it away."

Shang Bieyun bent his fingers and knocked on her forehead: "I know I'm thinking about these things in my head, and the rain will pour this dish out when I take it out. If you don't eat anything when you come, go eat it. That plate of whitebait is not bad. .”

Cong Yin let out a hey and walked towards the table.

Shang Bieyun added another sentence: "Use chopsticks! Don't swallow!"

Cong Yin curled his lips with his back turned to him, put down the plate he had already picked up, and reluctantly grabbed the chopsticks.

At this moment, a hand covered with mud and blood rust stretched out from behind the curtain at the door.

Shang Bieyun turned his head and saw it just in time, and his eyes rolled up when he smiled: "Hey, what a good time."

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The owner of the hand stood in the hall, and it turned out to be a child, but his face and body were covered with dirt, his face was invisible, and the color of his clothes could not be discerned.He must have been in the rain for a long time, so he didn't have a strong unpleasant smell on his body. It's just that he hasn't moved a single step since he walked in. He stood still for a while, and there were small lumps under his feet. A small pool of water stains, if you look closely, reveals a faint rust red.

Shang Bieyun dragged Cong Yin over: "I didn't expect to be a child," he said, putting his palms against her scalp and making comparisons: "I think it's a little taller than you."

Cong Yin rolled his eyes and didn't answer, still holding the plate in his hand.

Shang Bieyun noticed that the child's eyes turned from the ground to the plate in Cong Yin's hand, and quickly moved away, but his throat almost slipped.

He smiled: "Xiao Er? Excuse me, here is another bad whitebait, a steamed shad, oh, and a bowl of hot crucian carp soup."

Shang Bieyun took off the cloak he had just put on and threw it aside, sat at the small table and watched the child eat.The child was sitting opposite him, with a thin body, but his back was straight, he did not make a sound when eating, and the weight of each chopstick was just right, only the speed of extending the chopsticks was a little faster, it could be seen that he was really hungry .

Shang Bieyun remained silent and waited slowly for him to finish eating, unexpectedly he stopped eating after a while.

This little food must not be enough to eat, Shang Bieyun knew it in his heart, but he didn't say anything, just raised his eyebrows and still looked at him.

The child wiped the non-existing oil stains on the corner of his mouth with the square towel on the table, but he didn't expect that his face was dirty at this time, and it didn't matter whether he wiped it or not.Shang Bieyun turned his head and glanced at Cong Yin who was standing behind him, looking straight at the moment, thinking why all the kids I met were so serious, it was so boring.

The child called him, his voice hoarse as if he had never spoken: "Shang...Mr. Shang?"

Shangbieyun looked into his eyes, he flinched a bit, but tried his best not to look away, and looked at Shangbieyun.

Shang Bieyun played with his hair and nodded casually.

The child pursed his lips, put his hands on the table, and clenched his fists tightly: "Mr. Shang, I heard that you have killed someone."

Shang Bieyun was taken aback when he heard the words, and showed interest, a finger hidden under the sleeve twitched twice.

The child fixed his eyes firmly: "I want to learn how to kill, please teach me."

Shang Bieyun played with the wine cup in his hand and didn't speak for a while.

Cong Yin tugged at his sleeve heavily, signaling him to pay attention to the waiter who was hiding behind the counter and dared not show his breath, but Shang Bieyun ignored him, he looked into the child's eyes, looked at the contents inside and hesitated, to fear, and finally to peace.

He took a sip of his wine, leaned back, and said with a sneer, "Do you think murder is a carpenter's job, and you still need a master to teach you?"

It's not that the child didn't understand the sarcasm in his words, and there was a hint of embarrassment in his expression: "I...someone taught me to fish before, and also taught me to catch horses, how to catch them, I learned very quickly, But how come I haven’t learned how to kill them. I think since you have to learn how to kill fish and horses, then killing... should be more difficult, and you should learn it.”

Shang Bieyun shrugged, noncommittal: "Who are you going to kill?"

The child looked pained, and after a moment of silence, he hesitated and said: "There is a person who really wants to kill, but he can't. He can't kill him now, and he doesn't know how long it will take to kill him, but he wants to kill him so much, every day." Enduring every night, the word "want to kill" hurts in my chest, the pain is unbearable, I think it's not a solution, since it always hurts so much, since I can't kill it for a while, I think it's good to kill some other people to practice skills Yes, it's better than this pain..."

Shangbie Yunxiang suddenly lost interest, threw the cup on the table and got up: "Thirty miles to the south of Yuncheng, there is the Cangxue Hall. I told you the way, and you find a way to find out by yourself. The church is just right, not only someone can teach you to kill, but you can earn a lot of money if you come out alive. If you don’t dare, go west, go to Weidu, stay in the pension hall for a few years, and join the army when you are old, kill people dignifiedly, how much do you want to kill How many kills, if you kill too many, there will be someone to show your merits. Or..."

The child interrupted him, and looked over with a pair of similar eyes sadly: "Mr. Shang, but you know in your heart that I can't find anyone else except you."

Shang Bieyun stopped his movements and didn't look at him: "I don't care about you. I'm Nanhai Guanyin Bodhisattva. Let's go, Cong Yin."

But the sleeves were heavy, Shang Biyun lowered his head, and Cong Yin tugged at his sleeves with one hand while holding the plate in the other.Shangbieyun tugged hard twice, but failed to pull away.

Cong Yin: "Grandpa, don't lose your temper. Anyway, you have to help in the end. Don't hit other people's dishes, you will lose money."

Shang Bieyun was choked by his maid and almost breathless, looking back, the child was just like a calf and refused to bow his neck, but now he lowered his head and stared at the table, as if he was a little tired.

Shang Bieyun couldn't see his expression, and after a while, he waved his hands as if admitting defeat, grabbed the cloak that was put aside and threw it on his head, and walked out the door: "I don't know where you heard the news, but I didn't I can't teach you if I have killed someone, but you can come with me first, and I will think about how to help you live."

The author has something to say: save the children, ask for an advance receipt of the new column "The Immortal Cultivator Who Has Lived Enough"~

Qiangqiang, the founder of the anti-health-preserving and cultivating-the-immortals school was attacked by "Liuliliuqi soldiers, ruffians and mermaids."

I put the copy below, and the cuties who are not interested can swipe away.

As a cultivator, Li Rui's day begins with reversing the heart formula three times.

In order not to keep in good health, he lurked in the elderly WeChat group, collected many small articles on keeping in good health, and devoutly reversed each article.

Play games until early in the morning, get up in the afternoon, reverse the heart formula and pulse the meridians three times, eat a meal of ice balls mixed with white porridge, and go out to work.

What I do is the job of ghost hunting that no one dares to pick up, and no one can pick up.

He is well-known in the circle because he only takes jobs that are said to be fatal.There is no need to die, and no amount of money will be accepted.

There is no why.

Li Rui had enough to live, but he couldn't die.

Before the age of 15, Li Rui lived with his master on Fugui Mountain. Master cultivated immortality, and he also cultivated immortality. In a daze, what he cultivated was longevity.

Master didn't succeed in cultivation, lived for almost [-] years, and still died.

The senior brother died, the junior sister died, and everyone he met died.

God knows why, Li Rui succeeded.

The name of the burning beast at the mountain gate is called Bite him, and the grandson who bit his grandson died of old age for several rounds, and the newborn little beast is also called Bite him.

Li Rui hugged Xiaobite and locked the gate of the courtyard and went down the mountain. From then on, he stopped cultivating longevity and started cultivating death.

He wandered around the world under the mountain for a long time, and thought of many ways, but he couldn't die no matter what.

Then one day, a person suddenly appeared when he was looking for death again, twisted his hands and pushed him against the wall, and said viciously: "You are only able to survive until today because of me. Without my permission, Do you dare to die? Are you worthy of death? Delay this life for me, and I will use it. After the matter is done, I have a way to give you death."

Li Rui broke one of his arms, slipped out of his arms, put his arm around his neck, and smiled: "That's not okay. We get along day and night, and if you don't want me to die in the end, I'll find someone to reason with." ?”