False propaganda, tricked me into cultivating immortals

Shen Wu was still languid, he had no intention of having fun, just followed him all the way, and nodded dispensably when asked, Zhou Lian didn't look at him, bought in duplicate when asked, and stuffed a piece of paper into his hand. Serve, eat one for yourself.

After turning around like this for an hour, they turned to a shop that fried iron broad beans, and Zhou Lian asked casually, "Either?"

Shen Wu: "Yes."

Zhou Lian took out the money habitually, and finally felt wrong after buying it, because he had already held on at this time, and Shen Wu looked only half his size, so it didn't make sense to eat more than him.

So he lowered his head, and was finally willing to give Shen Wu a look, and saw that his hands were full of things.A few items were missing, and Zhou Lian didn't think they were eaten by the little boy because he was in a trance at the moment, but he probably lost them because he couldn't catch them.

Thanks to him holding his collar all the time, otherwise he wouldn't know if he got lost.

Sensing that he stopped, Shen Wu raised his head and glanced at him: "Eldest brother?"

Zhou Lian looked at him blankly.

Shen Wu faintly felt that he was in a bad mood, and subconsciously wanted to comfort him: "What's wrong?"

Zhou Lian was unwilling to let a brat know his true thoughts, but he was really unhappy right now, and it was hard to hold back himself, what if he broke down, so he decided to take some roundabout ways, his eyes fell on Shen Wu grabbed the candied haws and candied candies in his hands, and for a moment, as if possessed by something, he said in a roundabout way:

"If you don't eat it, don't ask for it. Why waste money?"

It's only a few taels of silver, what kind of money is it!Zhou Lian was extremely remorseful, thinking that he must be a black man who was close to ink, and warned himself to stay away from his master in the future.

Shen Wu heard that his tone was wrong, as if he was trying to cover up something, thought for a while, and said: "Brother, you eat."

Zhou Lian lowered his head when he heard the words, and was caught off guard by the bright, dark eyes of the little boy. He heard a soft voice next to his ears. At this moment, Tieshi Xinxin was also touched a little. He compared his situation when he was seven or eight years old. He thinks that children of this age are the most rebellious and annoying. If something is lost and fed to the dog, he is not willing to give it away, but his junior brother is willing to give it to him. I admire very much.

He was very grateful for this thought, and most of his gloom dissipated in an instant, but looking at the candied hawthorn with all the sugar on the skin of the hawthorn, he really couldn't put his mouth down, so he thanked Bumin and said:

"No need."

He also felt that it would be unbearable to treat such a child who admired him so coldly, so he said, "Is there anything else you want to eat? Or what do you want to play?"

Shen Wu thought for a while, and said: "Eldest brother, can you take me to listen to the book?"

Prophecy is very advocating cultivating immortals, and the common people also love to listen to it. The storytellers sitting in several teahouses have hidden their goods. If you walk into any house, you can hear that a woodcutter in a certain village accidentally dropped Cliff finally got the story of the unworldly fate. After hearing so much, even the fortune teller on the East Street can tell it clearly.

It's just that there is a big discrepancy with his experience of cultivating immortals, and it cannot be ruled out that the differences are caused by differences in customs, so Shen Wu wanted to listen to the storyteller of Qu Ming, how he talked about cultivating immortals.

No, not very well.

Zhou Lian frowned, nodded slightly: "Yes."

However, after entering the teahouse, I discovered that the storyteller of Qu Ming did not talk about cultivating immortals.

After entering three teahouses in a row, the old gentleman sitting on top would shake his head and spit, telling the legendary stories that the national teacher and the Holy Majesty had to tell in those years.

After coming out of the last teahouse, Shen Wu stood on the street and couldn't help but fell into a daze.

Who is the national teacher?Is it more powerful than the fairy who Yujian rides the wind to come and go freely?

Zhou Lian asked, "Where else should I go?"

Shen Wu shook his head in despair: "Go back."

Zhou Lian led him in and out three times in this bustling and noisy place filled with an unspeakable mixture of various smells. He had already reached the verge of explosion. On the way, he was still wondering why he, as the one he liked , but also to suffer such a big grievance, Hearing this, he glanced at him: "You know what's interesting."

Shen Wu didn't quite understand what he meant, and didn't have the energy to guess, so he followed behind him, still struggling in his heart, didn't all Ming people like cultivating immortals?

With their own concerns, the two gradually moved away from the bustling streets and arrived at the entrance of the alley.

Suddenly there was a crisp voice: "Just listen to that Xixuan Sword Lord yelling sharply: 'Wu that devil, you have committed such a heinous crime, and now you are in the hands of this deity. "

Shen Wu suddenly stopped.

Zhou Lian's mood that had finally recovered a little bit froze in an instant.

Shen Wu raised his index finger to signal him to be quiet, and looked around following the sound with shining eyes.

Finally, he raised his head and saw a boy on the wall.

The boy described it as quite desolate, he was wearing a coarse cloth bunt, and he didn't know that he had sneaked through the adult's. It was loose and loose, and it could be seen that it didn't fit at a glance.He was sitting on the top of the wall, his legs hanging down naturally, and a hole was conspicuously broken in the left cloth shoe, revealing a colorless sock.

However, he didn't care about it, he played with a pair of little straw figurines contentedly, making tricks in a realistic manner, muttering words, and actually made them look decent.

Shen Wu searched all over for cultivating fairy tales but couldn't find it. It was just when he was in a low mood, he saw that he was like him at first sight, and it was dawn for a while, and he didn't even care about the special smell that wafted into his nose. Performance.

I don't know if it was the young man who spoke too well or if he hadn't listened to it for too long. He was gradually fascinated, and the young man stopped "talking" and didn't notice it until:

"Hey, what are you doing there?"

Shen Wu was shocked, as if he woke up suddenly from a big dream, and immediately felt that the sky was much darker.

He suddenly felt a little flustered, Zhou Lian was not an easygoing personality, the so-called hot and cold, cold was freezing, and hot was only half-frozen ice, if asked him to wait like this, he might get angry.

As a result, when he turned around, he saw only an empty road and a winding wall, where was his bad-tempered brother.

There was another burst of laughter on the top of the head: "What are you looking for, the person has already left."

He looked up again, the boy threw the straw man, and jumped down with his hands on the top of the wall. He was wrapped in that fat and somewhat cumbersome clothes, and his figure was actually very chic and light, like a nimble swallow.

Then the swallow sprained its foot briskly.

Shen Wu still knows a little bit about the world, when the young man jumped down, he obviously wanted to show off, knowing that at this time, he should not leave any pot unopened, so he said:

"You just said it nicely."

The young man has messy hair, and his face is as dirty as a cat that just got out of the stove, but his smile is bright and sunny:

"That's right, heroes see the same thing."

Little Hero Shen showed a shy smile.

Then the boy held out his palms to him.

Shen Wu: "?"

The young man said confidently: "Reward money, you go to the teahouse to listen to people's stories, can't you give me reward money?"

Subconsciously, Shen Wu wanted to tell him that you were not talking in a teahouse, but luckily he shut up in time, and honestly handed in the twenty taels of pocket money that Chang Wuzi had given him.

And because both hands were full of things and I couldn't free my hands, I had to ask the young man to help me take it, and free one hand to get the silver.

The young man took it unceremoniously, and slid his fingertips across his palm, leaving a black mark, then grabbed the silver and threw it up, catching it, and listening to the sound of the gold and silver colliding, he unconsciously showed a smug smile. Laughing, the corner of his eye glanced at him, and quickly restrained himself, he shook a handful of snacks in his hand, and said:

"Is this also a reward for me?"

Of course not... Shen Wu was surprised: "Do you like to eat?"

The boy nodded happily, "I like it! I've wanted to eat candied haws for a long time." Then he curled his lips in a low voice, "I don't know what it tastes like yet."

That being the case, Shen Wu took a look at the imprints left by the teenager on the sticks painted with candied haws, lowered his eyes, and replied quietly: "If you like it, take it away."

"Really?" The boy looked so happy that he was about to dance, and looked at him with bright eyes, "Have you given it all to me?"

Will the senior brother be unhappy? Shen Wu didn't know what to do, but he couldn't help but nodded his head when he saw the boy's extraordinarily bright smiling face: "En!"

Then he felt his hands loosen, and all the remaining snacks were counted into the boy's hands.

Shen Wu: "?"

The young man didn't have the consciousness of stealing other people's things, and he still said cheerfully: "Little brother, you are really a good person, and I will definitely repay you in the future!"

In Shen Wu's short life of seven years, this was the first time he had encountered such a thing. Obviously he had already given the money, two taels of silver was enough to buy a lot of candied gourds, yet this young man wanted to rob him.He silently recited his father's teachings several times in his heart, raised the corners of his stiff lips, but he still couldn't laugh.

Although the boy was praising him.

The boy said again: "Do you also like to listen to the legend of cultivating immortals? How about I tell you tomorrow too? I won't charge you."

Hearing this, Shen Wu's eyes lighted up again.

The young man continued his efforts: "I will tell you the day after tomorrow!"

Shen Wu began to sway from side to side.

The young man was very enthusiastic: "Let's make friends. In this way, you won't need any money to listen to my storytelling in the future."

Shen Wu imagined the happy scene for a while, and finally stopped feeling sorry for the snacks Zhou Lian bought for him, and instead hesitated whether he was taking advantage of others: "How dare you..."

The young man interrupted him without any doubt: "That's it, you come here to look for me again at this time tomorrow, I'll be waiting for you!"

Then he said, "By the way, what's your name for my little brother? My name is." He rolled his eyes in a harmless arc, "My name is Wen Xiang."

The other party pressed on every step of the way, Shen Wu couldn't resist, and said in a daze: "My name is Shen Wu."

"Brother Shen Wu." Wen Xiang slapped him on the shoulder, leaving a mark of his visit, "It's getting late, it's not good for you as a child to be outside, go home quickly."

Shen Wu was dizzy from the noise of the chirping swallow, and said in a daze, "En."

The boy shouted behind him: "See you tomorrow!"