The real young master is also the real devil

Grocery store

The grocery store has no name, and the lights are not turned on in order to save electricity. Except for the sunlight that leaks in, it gets darker as it goes in. There are also a lot of second-hand books piled up next to the door. Looking at it, it looks more like a waste recycling bin than a grocery store. Or second-hand bookstores.

Xin Nan followed behind Shi Qian, bypassing the piles of papers that were randomly piled up, whether they were books or draft paper, and walked deeper and deeper, but he didn't see a single person.

He couldn't help but ask, "Is there anyone here?"

Shi Qian kept walking: "You'll know when you go in."

Xin Nan thought he had gone a long way: "Haven't you entered yet?"

Walking here from the door is already longer than walking in from the alley. The further you go in, the less you can see things clearly. I have never seen a store like this.

Xin Nan complained secretly, and followed Shi Qian closely, always feeling that the darkness was abnormal.

The long corridor continued until there was a corner at last. Shi Qian turned around and went in, pushed open a door, bright lights filled the two people, rocking chairs dangled inside, and the people listening to Kunqu opera also raised their heads.

"Who is it?" The man was still a little sleepy, and his words were more complaints than questions. He casually rubbed his eyes without looking at anyone, and waved his hands: "Today neither sells nor accepts anything, go out."

Shi Qian laughed: "Uncle Xia."

The man stopped shaking his hand, paused, sat up straight and said, "Shi Xiaoqian?"

Shi Qian nodded, and led Xin Nan inside.

Xin Nan also saw clearly this man called "Uncle Xia", in a blue Tang suit, with long hair casually tied behind his head with a ribbon, and holding a folding fan in his hand.The leisurely posture has a bit of the old-fashioned atmosphere, but just looking at the face and skin, he looks about 25 years old at most, so Shi Qian can't make him call him "uncle".

Xin Nan was surprised, he always felt that this person was not simple, and his expression became cautious.

Shi Qian randomly found a chair and sat down, leaned back, legs bent and crossed, and the two sitting side by side crossed the same legs, looked around slowly, and said with a smile: "Your place hasn't changed for so many years. Pass."

Uncle Xia rested his folding fan on his chin, took a look at Shi Qian, was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "You have changed a lot, kid."

The two looked at each other and smiled, the laziness on the brows and the leisurely posture were similar.

The Kunqu Opera on the radio was still playing, Uncle Xia tapped his palm and sang slowly: "Half a line of characters is a stele of unlucky life, a pile of soil is a heartbroken tomb, and no one will live in the desolation—"

The meaning of the song is sad, but the singer is calm and distant.

Xin Nan had never heard of this opera before, and felt that everything here was novel and weird, so he couldn't help pricking up his ears.

Shi Qian poured a cup of tea for himself and Xin Nan, motioned for him to sit down, poured some tea for Uncle Xia, and said with a smile, "I don't know how many years you've been listening to this "Palace of Eternal Life", and you're not tired of it. "

From the moment we met, Shi Qian remembered that Uncle Xia loved to listen to "The Palace of Eternal Life", and he didn't like to go to the theater to watch it, so he took a radio and listened to it while swinging his chair. His face was obviously young, but at this time, it would radiate He felt a heaviness that was older and more decayed than the elderly.Therefore, Shi Qian always worried about whether he would be overwhelmed for a while, until he grew up and got used to it, and occasionally sang a few lines along with it.

Uncle Xia glanced at him lightly, tusk: "What do you know?" He took a sip of tea, and said slowly, "Go to the Three Treasures Palace for nothing, what's the matter?"

Shi Qian blinked his eyes: "I just brought my friends to see you, isn't it because I'm afraid that you will be lonely?"

"Don't make it up for me, those little girls like it, and I just want to slap you after seeing it."

Uncle Xia raised his folding fan as if to beat it, Shi Qian hid back and slumped on the chair, with his toes on the ground, the rocking chair started to swing.

"I didn't lie to you, I just wanted to take a look. After all, I have nothing to worry about here except you." He glanced at Uncle Xia's fan, raised his eyebrows, "You changed it again? Show me chant."

Uncle Xia rolled his eyes and put away his fan: "Any good thing is going to be destroyed in your hands." Before the Kunqu opera was repeated, he turned off the radio and yawned softly: "Don't make jokes with me, I have something to do." Say it."

Shi Qian actually really wanted to see Uncle Xia, as he said, besides the old man in this world, he was the only one he could miss and visit often, but he also knew his body well, so he restrained his smile , said: "I want to buy something."

Uncle Xia glanced at him, "Something from the High Spirit Realm?"

Shi Qian was startled, then smiled, "Yes."

Before this, Shi Qian had never heard the word "high spirit world" from Uncle Xia's mouth, but he found it when he knew that the world was divided into high spirit world and low spirit world, so he faintly realized To the identity of Uncle Xia.

Before Shi Qian was adopted by the old man, he actually met Uncle Xia first. At that time, he often went to the orphanage to see Shi Qian, but he was like playing with cats and dogs on the side of the road, occasionally bringing him something to eat Take him to play, never thought of taking him out.

At that time, Shi Qian still refused to call him "Uncle Xia", but only called him "surnamed Xia", because when Uncle Xia introduced himself, he only said his last name.

When he was a child, Shi Qian was stubborn when he wanted to save face, and he would not ask anyone surnamed Xia unless he told them.It’s just that he is good-looking, and he can bluff people by pretending to be good on weekdays. There are many families who want to adopt him. It can even be said that the vast majority of adopters will choose him at first sight when they see him. He insists on beating him to death. He stayed in the orphanage until he was six years old.

The dean and the teachers were so anxious about this that they asked him the reason openly and secretly, but he refused to say a word. He only hinted quietly when the surname Xia came to see him: Someone wants to adopt me again.

The one surnamed Xia said "hmm", I don't know if he heard it, then took out a folding fan and asked him if it looked good.

When I was full of energy, I said it was not good-looking, and then hinted: I heard that the family is very rich, they like me very much, and they may have to take me away regardless of my wishes.

The person surnamed Xia said, "Let's go then."

Probably because of his anger making Xiaoyuan's face even rounder, she could only sigh and said leisurely: "You, I can't afford it."

He doesn't eat much, so he can't afford it, and besides, he can eat less, these are all negotiable, so it can be seen that Xia's surname is all excuses!He didn't want to adopt him at all.

Shi Qian was so angry that he ignored him for a long time, until the day the old man came, the surname Xia called him out, rubbed his head gently for the first time, and told him: "Your destined person is here. "

"I have a lot of predestined people." Shi Qian tilted his head and put his short arms around his chest: "It's not up to you to decide whether you are destined or not, I have to say it!"

Then, Shi Qian followed Old Man Shi away.

He also couldn't tell whether it was because of the words of the surname Xia, or when the old man looked at him, the real gentle eyes hidden under his thin and serious appearance.

Later, Shi Qian hadn't seen someone surnamed Xia for a long time, until one day he accompanied the old man to deliver waste books and papers, and then saw his dilapidated grocery store.

When the two reunited, they didn't talk about the adoption or the past, as if they hit it off at first sight, they were noisy, and they grew up like this.

In the process of growing up, except for Uncle Xia's unchanged face for decades, Shi Qian hardly realized that he was actually not from this world. As a cultivator, the first thing he thought of was Uncle Xia.

By the way, I also thought of those things on his side that looked like waste products, but seemed to be useful.

Shi Qian: "I want to buy something. The one that can inject spiritual energy or attack power is the best, and the one that can draw symbols is second, and then some spiritual stones and the like. I don't know if you have it, I..."

"You—" Uncle Xia dragged his tone and imitated him: "Will you return it to you? Should I call you you? You can also inject spiritual energy or attack power. Do you think those high-level spiritual jades are Chinese cabbage? Gao Ling The thing that is hard to find in the world, you still have the best? The best?" Uncle Xia grabbed the folding fan and wanted to take a time dive, and kept talking: "Character is the second, do you know that at this point? How rare is it to use spiritual power to form talisman papers in the low-spirit world that can only be met by luck? The office must have two middle-grade spirit stones to buy one from me. It’s like buying green onions, what’s next? There are also Lingshi..."

Shi Qian just hid while listening to his complaints, and retorted by the way: "Then I have to buy something useful, right? Also, can your analogy be a little more high-end? This is too grounded. Either I buy cabbage or green onions , can I buy a watermelon apple?"

Uncle Xia jumped up, and the two quarreled in a circle in this small room: "Watermelon and apples, do you like them? I'll let you eat as much as you want."

Shi Qian hid left and right while laughing: "My friend is still here, can I leave some image for you?"

"You don't want to lose face, what image do I want?" Uncle Xia seized the gap, grabbed him by the back of the collar, pulled the man back by the neck, and finally knocked the fan on his head as he wished, satisfied Letting go, said: "I have all your things, but do you have so much money?"

Shi Qian stuck out his head: "I'll let you knock again, [-]% off, okay?"

Uncle Xia knocked, then stopped: "No."

"Tsk." Shi Qian casually brushed his disheveled hair, "Stingy."

The two quarreled for a while, and finally sat down to talk about business.

Uncle Xia: "What do you want those things for?"

Shi Qian: "Have you heard about the recent serial murder of pregnant women?"

Uncle Xia: "What does it have to do with your shopping?"

Shi Qian: "I plan to make a few spells and send them to pregnant women who may be killed."

"Possibly killed?" Uncle Xia fell back, tilted his head and asked Shi Qian, "How do you know who will be killed and who won't?"

Shi Qian raised his head, his jaw pointing to one side.

Uncle Xia turned his head to look, and raised his brows lightly: "It's a bit clever."

Xin Nan didn't know what charade the two were playing, and followed them to look over there, except for a window and an ordinary street that was no different from the previous alley that could be vaguely seen outside the window.

Shi Qian smiled and said, "Then can you help me with this?"

Uncle Xia glanced at him, got up, walked to a wall, tapped the fan twice, and the wall gradually blurred and opened, turning into an arch that could allow two people to pass through.

Xin Nan watched this scene helplessly, his eyeballs almost fell out of their sockets, and he opened his mouth wide in astonishment.

Although he has always heard that there are people cultivating immortals in this world, he also knows that Shi Qian is a monk, and he has seen the clear voice from Shi Qian, but he still sees this kind of immortal method with his own eyes. Really first time.

A solid white wall turned into an arch in this way, not a trick, but a magic trick of the gods. Just thinking about it, Xin Nan felt his face go numb, and his heart beat faster, surging with infinite yearning and imagination.

However, after entering, Xin Nan found that there was no fairy forest secret realm as he had imagined, but a square collection room with a whole wall of ancient shelves, where incense burners, books, jade stones were placed. , Paper all kinds of things that look normal or strange.

"follow me."

Uncle Xia walked in front, Shi Qian was half a step behind, and Xin Nan followed behind.

Xin Nan's eyes widened as he walked in. When he entered, the collection room seemed to be at most forty to fifty square meters, and he could see the head at a glance, but when you walked in it seemed to have no end, and the collection inside kept going Transforming, as if endless.

"arrive."

Uncle Xia stopped in front of a wooden box, and when he lifted his hand, the wooden box floated in his palm, the lid opened automatically, and there were several yellow symbols inside, automatically without wind.

Shi Qian's eyes lit up: "Advanced Huang Lingfu!"

"For you know the goods." Uncle Xia casually tossed the box to Shi Qian and continued on his way.

Along the way, just stopping and going like this, Shi Qian could hardly hold him anymore.

Just when Xin Nan plucked up his courage and was about to ask Shi Qian if he needed help, he was shocked to find that they had been walking straight ahead without turning a corner at all, and they had returned to the collection room they had entered before!

Looking back, the collection room has returned to the square shape it saw before.

Coming out of the collection room, the pile of boxes that Shi Qian was holding was piled high on the table.

Uncle Xia was puzzled: "Why didn't you put it in the Qiankun sleeve or the mustard bag?"

Shi Qian opened his arms, walked up to Uncle Xia, turned around, and spoke under his puzzled gaze:

"Do you think I look like someone who can afford to wear a cassock with Qiankun sleeves or buy a mustard talisman?"

Uncle Xia was silent for a while, with a disgusted expression: "You are so poor."

Shi Qian rolled his eyes in his heart, but he still remembers that some ignorant children accidentally ran into this alley when they were young and saw his dilapidated face and the pile of sundries at the door, and shouted, "You poor man who picks up rags!" ", he rolled up his sleeves to let people know the power of the poor first, and then reasoned with people that dislike the poor and love the rich is nothing to do.

But the situation is stronger than others, he swallowed his mouthful, and nodded seriously: "I'm really very poor." Then he spread his palm generously: "Send it away."

After the words fell, the screen of his mobile phone lit up. It was a text message without a number, but the content was very clear:

[Just as you said, your 420, our side 180, each pays its own tax, okay? 】

The mobile phone is placed on the table, clear and unobstructed, and people with good eyesight can see everything when sitting close.

There are only three people here.

Uncle Xia with good eyesight: ...

Xin Nan, who was sitting close: ...

Only Shi Qian still wanted to struggle: "420 yuan, not much."

"Heh." Uncle Xia flew over with a fan: "Why didn't I know that the salary of 400 now has to be taxed."

Xin Nan once again refreshed his understanding of rich people, did he earn more than 400 million casually?Also, I didn't expect them to have a strong awareness of paying taxes legally.

Shi Qian stopped pretending and let out a groan, "Then tell me how much it is, but let me explain that it hasn't been credited yet. I only have 5 yuan in my card, so you have to leave some for me anyway."

Xin Nan was shocked again, it turned out that the money in the hands of the rich was spent so quickly!

Uncle Xia was not in a hurry, he glanced at him slowly: "I have another way."

When Shi Qian saw his expression, he felt malicious, suspicious: "What way?"

"You don't want to go to the state office to look for information. It just so happens that I have a quota here. You can apply for it. It is justifiable that the information has been checked, and the salary can still be offset."

Shi Qian: "How much is the salary?"

"Ten high-grade spirit stones a month." Seeing that Shi Qian was about to refuse, he reminded: "Don't think that ten high-grade spirit stones are less, and that a year is 120 yuan. The high spirit world is calculated on an annual salary, which is also a high salary. gone."

Shi Qian really disliked the ten high-grade spirit stones in his heart. In his previous life, no matter how poor he was, he never lacked spirit stones. Not to mention that when he was the youngest son of the Zhao family and the young master of the Shi family, ten high-grade spirit stones were too little to buy a piece of clothing for this golden and precious young man.

Times have changed.

Shi Qian sighed, adapted well, and bargained: "Twenty."

Uncle Xia sneered: "You think this is a vegetable market."

Shi Qian didn't speak, but looked at him quietly.

Uncle Xia immediately thought of when Shi Qian said that his description was not high-end, and he always felt that there was a silent sarcasm on his face, so he smiled, "There is no discussion, whether you like it or not."

Shi Qian compromised, "How many spirit stones are there?"

Uncle Xia: "Three hundred top-grade spirit stones."

Time Dive: "!"

Shi Qian trembled: "You might as well grab it!"

One thousand top-grade spirit stones equals one top-grade spirit stone. Based on this calculation, Shi Qian would have to work for the office for 500 years to pay off his debts. Even if it is a high salary, another way to sign a contract of sale is not enough to make people lose their jobs.

Shi Qian simply waved his hand, turned around and left: "Thanks, no more."

Before he took two steps, he was grabbed and pulled back by the collar: "I'll give you a discount."

Shi Qian squinted: "How much?"

Uncle Xia clicked his tongue: "For the sake of you being the kid I watched grow up, let's give you a discount, thirty."

Saying it reluctantly, it seems that I have lost a lot.

Shi Qian sneered, and the sarcasm was beyond words.Xin Nan's eyes widened in surprise. Although he didn't know the value of the spirit stone, even a rich second generation in Shiqian thought it was expensive.Of course you have to feel committed.

While excited, he vaguely felt that the words of this worldly expert were so familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before, but after thinking about it, he simply put it behind him and stopped thinking about it, but he couldn't help sighing, this expert The relationship between Ren and Shiqun is really good, and when they said a discount, they immediately gave a [-]% discount.

Shi Qian didn't raise his eyes: "One month." Before Uncle Xia could speak, he raised a finger and said confidently, "I'm going to the Imperial Capital to study next month, so I can't go back and forth to work."

Only then did Uncle Xia remember that Shi Qian was still in school, but he didn't care too much: "I'll transfer you to the Imperial Capital Office at that time, the same."

Shi Qian was silent for a moment: "Are you relying on me?"

Uncle Xia snorted and said, "What do you mean by relying on you? You came to buy things from me, right? You have no money, right? Tell me, why am I relying on you?" , Pay with one hand and deliver with the other.”

Shi Qian, "Okay, thirty, but when the time comes, you have to tell me that I am a student and I still have to go to class."

As soon as Uncle Xia lifted his hand, all the boxes stacked on the table disappeared into the air. He threw the rough-looking five-color rope in his hand and threw it into Shi Qian's hand: "Thank you for your patronage, this mustard rope Count me as a gift."

Shi Qian didn't move for a while.

Uncle Xia waved his hand in front of his eyes, "What? No accept?"

Shi Qian came back to his senses, put the rope on the table, "Change it, I don't want this."

Uncle Xia raised his eyebrows: "Do you still dislike the gift?"

The sun had slanted westward, and the light that fell into the room had shrunk by half. The boy's eyelashes drooped, and half of his face was hidden in the shadows, floating in obscurity, "Except for this, everything is fine."

Uncle Xia stared at him for a few seconds, and with a wave of his hand, the colorful rope fell into his palm again, and the box that disappeared on the table also returned to the table. An arch was opened, and a black box flew inside. It was made of a different material from the previous wooden box. It looked like wood but not wood, like stone but not stone.

The box was opened in front of Shi Qian, and the inside was like velvet but smoother and softer, holding a small silver-gray ear cuff carved with complex patterns, the texture was like platinum and stone, the light was restrained, simple and elegant.

Seeing Shi Qian pinch the ear cuffs, Uncle Xia: "It's cheap for you."

"Thank you." Shi Qian casually swiped between his fingers, and a drop of blood floated on the fingertips, and the fingertips lightly brushed against the earbones, and was instantly inhaled. Converging quickly, the ear cuffs that seemed to be covered with a layer of dust before seemed to be carefully swept away by someone, and the dark light loomed under the silver-gray tone.

Xin Nan looked rightly at the ear clip on Shi Qian's white earlobe, and couldn't move his eyes at all. It was obviously simple and introverted but sharp-edged, and the contradiction was just right, revealing the mystery and danger that made people want to explore .

……

On the way back to the hotel, Xin Nan's eyes always fell on Shi Qian from time to time, except for the earring, it was also because of Shi Qian's abnormality today.

If it was before, Shi Qian must have noticed his gaze a long time ago, and teased, "Have you never seen such a handsome man?" However, he didn't know how many times he saw him, and Shi Qian just sat quietly in the back seat , looking sideways out of the window, the colorful scenery was reflected in his pupils, but it seemed unable to leave a trace in his eyes.

"Shi Qian..." Xin Nan always felt that Shi Qian couldn't just go back to the room alone. When he was waiting for the elevator, he finally couldn't help but ask, "Are you hungry? Why don't we go to the restaurant of the hotel and have something to eat? I'll listen to you." The Chinese restaurant in this hotel is quite famous.”

Shi Qian paused, and nodded without hesitation: "Let's go."

Xin Nan heaved a sigh of relief, and took him all the way to the cafeteria. He glanced down from the corner of the eye. As expected, since Shi Qian came out of the grocery store, the fingers of his left hand had been resting on his right wrist. It seemed that there was something there for him to keep. It has become a habit, and I need to rub it from time to time to feel at ease.

This hotel is considered to be an old five-star hotel in Zhoucheng. The restaurant is indeed well-known, but it is also expensive, so there are not many customers.

The waiter led Shi Qian and Xin Nan around the lobby, took a seat with a panoramic view of the night view of Zhoucheng, and handed over the menu.

Shi Qian randomly ordered a few dishes, his eyes fell on the wine, he paused, then turned to non-alcoholic sparkling water, and asked Xin Nan: "What do you drink?"

Xin Nan: "Same as you."

Shi Qian nodded and handed the menu to the waiter.

While waiting for the food, customers were also seated at the booths in the lobby one after another. Shi Qian looked out of the window without moving his eyes until he heard a familiar name, then raised his eyelids and looked towards the source of the voice.

The people over there have no idea that someone can hear their conversation tens of meters away:

"Really? Wasn't He Nian born to the He family? Is the source of the news accurate?"

"Why is it inaccurate? I have heard the name of the biological child. It seems to be Shi, called Shigan or Shi or something. I don't know. Who cares? If you want me to say that the biological child is unlucky, who is not good to meet When it comes to New Year, can he be his opponent?"

"Don't tell me, He Nian was really lucky. He first climbed up to Zhai Yin, and when Zhai Yin failed, he climbed up to Zhao Ze. I heard that Zhao Ze has a lot of background. Maybe he can really get what he wants."

"If his wish comes true, the biological son who doesn't know what to call will be miserable. Originally, a swan and a pheasant have been lost. Now the swan has finally been found, and the pheasant has been soaring into a pheasant. If they get into Fenghuang, it's not like one is in the sky and the other is in the earth, then even if the He family's biological son is a swan's egg, he can only nest and be an ugly duckling for the rest of his life."