Qi Yao Inn

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Yu Xian is a koi in Jinjiang. He was lucky and lucky since he was a child. He eats and waits to die every day, and his cultivation level soars when he is a mess, and he is only a short distance away from ascension.

Yu Xian: "Don't fly, you're lazy."

Unexpectedly, one day the fish lost its front fins, and Yu Xian accidentally got drunk and ran aground on the shore, and was picked up by a Taoist priest to the Taoist temple. From then on, he changed from "fish in the river" to "fish in the tank".

Yu Xian thought to himself: it seems to be a good day for someone to raise and offer incense.

However, the Taoist priest refused to let him Andu Yusheng, and came to the tank every three days to poke him——

"Jinzhou is suffering from severe drought, I hope you can help bring down some rain."

Yu Xian turned the belly of the fish: "Don't look for me, I'm already a salted fish."

"There is a family in the south of the city who is suffering from bad luck. I hope you will go there and do something."

Yu Xian flicked the fish's tail: "Don't look for me, I'm already a useless fish."

"The Taoist temple needs to be repaired and refurbished, I hope..."

Yu Xian stared at the dead fish's eyes: "Don't look for me, I'm already a dead fish."

Unexpectedly, a few months later, when the Taoist temple was in danger, the senior salted fish suddenly stepped forward, flattening the whole world with a single sword, and the world turned pale.

Xuan Jing looked at someone who came back against the light, his red clothes were stained with blood, standing against the wind... just a few fish scales were blown away.

Yu Xian lazily put the sword back into its sheath, and said casually: "The work of lifting a fin is not enough."

Xuan Jing: "Where's the salted fish that you agreed?"

Yu Xian blinked: "Brother, it's not salty to kiss."

Cowardly and profligate · fancy lazy salted fish subject ×

Cold face and hot heart Specialize in all kinds of salted fish attack

Xianzhou is a thousand-year-old city. There is an old street called "Chaomu Street" in the city. It crosses from west to east and divides the whole city into two. In the old city where fish and dragons are mixed together, all kinds of people - or non-human things - can freely shuttle here.

Qiyao Hotel is located at the junction of the two urban areas, on the north side of Chaomu Street, like a hub connecting the northern and southern urban areas, a transfer station for the handover of the old and the new.

It was dusk when Peng Yu strolled out of the inn. He first stood at the door for a while, then turned his foot and went to a century-old store 200 meters to the east to buy a bag of fried chestnuts with sugar, and turned north into an alley. , followed two skewers of mala tang from the food stall, and finally stopped at the junction of the two roads, looked around in a circle, and stopped in front of a fortune-telling stall.

A tattered cloth banner was poked beside the fortune-telling booth, and the four big characters of "Daxian Shenshen" were written on it. The writing was not horizontal and vertical, as if it was pulled out by some animal's claws, and it was clear what the characters were. I respect your eyesight to have 5.0.

His eyes slowly circled around the words, and then he raised the corner of his mouth with a smile or not, pretending that he didn't see anything, and his voice was neither high nor low, as if he was heartbroken, and said to himself: "Oh, the fleeting time is not good. ...I don’t know when it will turn around.”

With one hand in his pocket and chestnuts and Malatang in the other, he was about to pass by the fortune-telling booth when he suddenly stretched out a blind stick from the side, holding one end in the hand of the fortune-teller, who was wearing a pair of sunglasses, Seemingly unaware that his broken pole was blocking people, he kept his eyes on the ground and faced forward, muttering something in his mouth: "Divination...fortune-telling, marriage-prediction...career, ten-year-old fortune-telling, no need for money .”

Peng Yu lowered his head and glanced at the blind stick that was blocking his feet, and turned his body following his gaze, and he was already standing in front of the stall: "Great Immortal, are you fortune-telling?"

"Great Immortal" raised his head in search of a voice, made a "five" with one hand, and stroked his half-blown beard with the other: "Young man, what do you want to divination?"

Peng Yu was very kind, and immediately took out a stack of pink Grandpa Mao from his pocket, and deliberately rubbed them out: "Then you help me calculate, how many deals I can make this year, is it a loss or a profit?"

"Great Immortal" nodded and waved to him: "Come on, sit down."

Peng Yu sat down on the small bench in an obedient manner: "How do you calculate? Seeing that your eyes are not good, you can avoid the face-to-face."

"Great Immortal" hummed twice in a mysterious manner: "Hand."

"Which hand?"

"Male left and female right."

Peng Yu narrowed his eyes and took off the fingerless glove on his left hand: "Please."

"Great Immortal" put down his blind stick, stretched out fingers like dead branches, held his hand slowly, touched his palm a few times, then his expression suddenly changed, and the whole person suddenly stopped, Unbelievably missed a sound: "You..."

Before he finished speaking, something in Peng Yu's sleeve suddenly moved, swimming all the way from his shoulder to his wrist, and a black head with two horns protruded from the sleeve, and was very unfriendly to the "great fairy" Let out a low growl.

Hearing this sound, the "big fairy" screamed and fell backwards. The whole person, including the chair, fell on his back like a bastard. He took off his sunglasses and looked at Peng Yu in horror: "Dragon... ...You, you are...!"

He shook like he was sifting chaff, and he didn't care about continuing to play tricks, so he hurriedly retreated with his hands and feet, rolling and crawling.

"Run faster than a rabbit," Peng Yu blew a hooligan whistle for fear of chaos, and shouted at the back of the other party who was fleeing in a hurry, "Great Immortal! Don't you want your sunglasses!"

That "big fairy" didn't dare to look back, the effort had disappeared without a trace in just a dozen seconds, Peng Yu kicked over the small wooden table of the fortune-telling booth: "Damn yellow skin, I dare to act wild in my territory, next time!" Goodbye, carefully peel the tube for you!"

He wiped off the last bunch of Mala Tang in one gulp, put the gloves back on to cover the criss-cross scars on his palm, then gently pinched the back of the black dragon on his wrist and lifted it up: "How many times have I told you?" , don’t come out if you have nothing to do, let’s see what kind of frightened Daxian you are?”

The black dragon who was blamed innocently opened his eyes aggrievedly, retracted his paws, and bowed himself into a seahorse. Peng Yu looked at it for three seconds, and then put it on his shoulders "extrajudicially". The palm-length little black dragon immediately grabbed his clothes with its claws, wrapped it around his shoulders and stabilized it.

While returning to the inn, Peng Yu took out his mobile phone and made a call. It took half a minute for someone to pick up the call unhurriedly. He couldn't help frowning: "I said Li Yize, I will answer next time." Can you hurry up on the phone?"

A slow "hmm" came from the phone: "What's the matter?"

"When will you come back?" Peng Yu played with the little black dragon's tail, "It's been half a month since you've been there, what's the matter, is the scenery by the sea nice?"

Li Yize sighed obediently: "It's not good-looking, it's boring, your human appearance is just not good, and it's far worse than our dragons."

Peng Yu rubbed his molars secretly, and heard him say, "I'll be going back tomorrow."

"Then are you flying back, or 'flying' back?"

"Fly back. After all, it's troublesome to go through the security check. I'll call you when I land." He suddenly changed his tone and said mysteriously, "I brought you a gift."

Peng Yu was very cooperative, and quickly responded, "What gift?"

"You'll know when I get back."

The two finished the conversation very efficiently with sentences that outsiders couldn't understand. Peng Yu put down the phone, and then "tssed", he didn't have any expectations for someone's gift. After all these years, the gifts he brought back except That's what, that's what.

He hummed a little tune and walked to the inn, but thousands of miles away, on a small island in the South China Sea, Li Yize was lying on the beach sunbathing.

This small island focuses on tourism, and it is full of people from all over the country who come to the beach to play. The gaudy, coupled with the shimmering sea surface, makes people's eyes hurt.

As for the Dragon King—the former Lord Dragon King was obviously not interested in all of this. He stayed quietly until the sun sank to the horizon, drank the last sip of the iced drink, and finally got up from the deck chair and walked towards the tumbling sea.

No one seemed to notice him, and he gradually approached the deep sea. When the water overflowed his chest, he plunged into the water and never emerged again.

At the bottom of the water where no one else could see, his figure was quickly drawn into a slender, white dragon with a head, a tail, horns and claws.With a vigorous swing of his body, the whole dragon swam towards the deeper sea, leaving everything on the beach far behind in the blink of an eye.

Oh, it seems to include the new mobile phone that Peng Yu bought for him last month.