Qing Leng Xianzun is always ready to run

There are still some memories about Yueqiong Peak in my mind. It is a little bit norther than Qingyan Peak. It will snow in late autumn. The peak is shaped like a crescent.

But in such a beautiful place, their owner is a common man who loves money.

What is cultivating immortals?Making money is the truth, this has always been the life motto of Bai Wusi, the master of Yueqiong Peak.

When Bai Wusi was diligently washing clothes with a washboard, a disciple wearing patched clothes came to report: "Master! Master Yuefeng came to ask about something."

"Beyond Qianqiu?" Bai Wusi wiped his sweat, frowned, a little puzzled: "What is he coming for?"

The hungry, sallow, emaciated and malnourished disciple stepped forward and said, "It is rumored that two months ago, Master Yue made a mistake and put his head on the Luoxiantai—" The disciple pointed to his head and said, "Then this place broke down. For months, Yuefeng went crazy in Qingyan Peak on Sundays and Sundays, and I don't know what he is doing up here."

Bai Wusi rubbed his hands together, and said to his disciple, "Hmph, I, Yueqiong Peak, is someone who just wants to enter?" He looked at his disciple, stretched out five fingers, continued to wave his hand and said, "But 50 taels of tickets can go in."

The disciple rolled his eyes, and went out slowly, without regard to seniority or inferiority, he stretched out his hand directly to Yue Qianqiu and said, "My master said that Yueqiong Peak is just a person who enters whenever he wants, and he wants to charge senior 50 taels." Silver tickets."

Yue Qianqiu came to the door to inquire about the teacher, but when he saw the disciple asking for money, he was speechless for a while.

"Go in and tell your master that from today onwards, Qingyan Peak's canteen will no longer be reserved for Yue Qiong Peak." Yue Qianqiu raised his head and glanced at his disciple——

Dressed in patchwork, skinny, nowhere is it from the sect of cultivating immortals, it is clear that it is a refugee who went up the mountain.

"Bai Wusi won't treat you—"

The disciple sneered, and said, "This is called practice. Master looks forward to our early bigu, so as not to waste his bowl of porridge in the morning."

"How could this person be like this!" Yue Qianqiu saw the miserable appearance of the disciple in front of him, and said, "Even I, Qingyan Peak, have cabbage tofu to eat."

"All the wild vegetables in Yueqiongfeng have been dug up by disciples." Hearing Yue Qianqiu's sympathetic tone, the little disciple hurriedly said: "I came to Yueqiongfeng when I was six years old, and I am 26 years old this year. I haven’t eaten a mouthful of meat, this dress was sent to me by my mother when I was 15 years old, and now I haven’t learned the skills, only this sick body, I don’t know when I was starved to death, it was rumored that some Taoist disciples were killed Starving to death—my life is nothing, but the reputation of Xuanmen is more important than my life!"

Speaking of the excitement, the little disciple actually shed tears: "If Senior Yue is willing to help us, we may—"

When Yue Qianqiu listened, he became even more angry.

Not to mention embezzlement and embezzlement of their Qingyan Peak's food, even Bai Wusi didn't treat his own people any better.

Yue Qianqiu took out 60 taels of silver, handed it to the little disciple, and said to him in a slow voice: "50 taels will be given to your master, let me enter, and the remaining ten taels of silver will buy some delicious food and drink, don't treat yourself badly." , I will definitely report this matter in the future, let the people from Mingxia Mountain, the main peak of Xuanmen, come up, and give Bai Wusi a good reprimand."

The little disciple was still sobbing and said: "Then thank you senior, I will go inside and report it now, and after the master agrees, I will invite senior inside."

After entering Yueqiong Peak, the little disciple wiped away his tears and changed his expression.

He stuffed ten taels of silver into his arms, took out another fifty taels of silver, and handed it to Bai Wusi.

"The injustice came to the door to give it." The little disciple said: "I sold it badly, and he gave an extra ten taels of silver. It is worthy of being the biggest injustice in Taoism. Master, master, the wool of this sheep is still good. Keep going."

His tone was cold, and he couldn't imagine that the little disciple who was crying just now would share the loot with his master.

Bai Wusi looked at the little disciple with a face full of relief, and said lovingly: "You are not worthy, after two years, you will be able to become a teacher, look at you, at the age of twenty, you will learn the art of bigu, and you will be a master. I saved a lot of money, and these years have followed me to cheat and abduct, and they can surprise me every time."

"Master, deception is not a compliment." Jun Buxiao said.

Bai Wusi nodded and said, "I know."

"But our Xuanmen is the right way in the human world."

"No, no, no." Bai Wusi waved his hands to deny Dao Jun's unscrupulous answer: "If you sit in my position, you will know how dirty the inside of the Xuanmen is."

"Indeed." Jun Buxiao nodded indifferently and said, "The majestic Yueqiong Peak Peak Master does all sorts of tricks and tricks. He acts like a fool, and the whole Yueqiong Peak is filled with a stench of deceit. The inside of the Xuanmen is indeed extremely filthy."

But Bai Wusi retorted to Jun Buxiao righteously: "We only need money to cheat, and when Xuanmen collapses one day, you will know how correct the master's decision is. Okay, don't blah, blah, blah. There are so many, pour a cup of tea for the bully outside, let him come in, don't even think about leaving without peeling off the skin."

Yue Qianqiu stood at the door, thinking about how to get back the money they swallowed up in the past few years.

With only a sizzling sound, the door locked on the mountain road was opened, and a young man in white slowly walked out of it——

The white clothes can't be called pure white clothes, the original color is still on it, but the color has faded after washing too many times.

This sect of cultivating immortals is also simple enough.

It's not so much simple as it is stingy.

From his memory, Yue Qianqiu picked up the name of this person——Bai Wusi, the master of Yueqiong Peak.

He stepped forward without giving Bai Wusi a chance to speak, and his first sentence was: "40 years ago, you Bai Wusi said you wanted to outsource my Qingyan Peak canteen, and you wanted all the 4000 taels of silver for the canteen a year." After leaving, the standard for three meals a day is to change cabbage, tofu and radishes in turn, one tael of white radish and two hundred catties of silver, and one tael of cabbage and tofu of one hundred catties of silver, so the cost of a year is at most 1000 taels of silver, and there are still 3000 taels of silver. Where did the silver go?"

Bai Wusi just opened his mouth and wanted to extort some money from Yue Qianqiu, but was stunned by his question.

When did Yue Qianqiu become so eloquent?In his memory, Yue Qianqiu had a dead mother's face, and he didn't bother to fart. Today's words are more than all the words he said before.

Bai Wusi frowned——

This time, could it be that they have met their opponents?

But soon, his brows relaxed again, and he said softly: "The labor costs these years are expensive, and it is indeed so much money."

Yue Qianqiu was stunned—why there are so many tricks of unscrupulous contractors?

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The sound of the piano was hoarse, like the howling of a wild animal, which was surprising.

Bai Wusi originally thought that the zither sound of the master of Qingyan Peak was like mountains and flowing water, just like the tinkling of spring water, but when he really stepped into the zither room, he felt uncomfortable all over his body.

It's no wonder that Yue Qianqiu doesn't like others to listen to him playing, it's so unpleasant to hear, if he didn't come here to discuss important matters, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to hear such a piercing piano sound.

Looking at the person in front of him——

White brocade robes, jade crowns, white hair fluttering in snow, cold face, alienated expression, what's more terrible is that the posture of playing the piano is too correct, if I am a deaf person, I am afraid that I will regard him as a bosom friend, but it is a pity that he is in vain. Wusi is not deaf, but a normal person with normal aesthetics.

Gold silk sandalwood with Tianshan silk strings, a guqin is worth tens of thousands of taels, and it was ruined by such an ancestor.

Bai Wusi stepped forward and smiled: "My friend, this is not how you play the piano."

He was about to go up to give some pointers, but the Yanyun sword was unsheathed and placed around his neck.

"I agree to your request, don't come near me."

In this way, Bai Wusi got the 40-year outsourcing right of Qingyanfeng Canteen.

Well, Brother Aqiu 1.0 is a music idiot, but he likes to play the piano very much