Old Gong always wants to feed me fat

Chapter 22 The Blue Robe

"Hey, it's morning, big brother." The elixir master who sells elixir residues and spirit herbs greeted with a gnaw on a meat bun, "Will you buy anything today?"

Weisheng's one sentence remains unchanged for thousands of years: "Maybe."

The pharmacist chuckled, and the middle-aged man not far away waved desperately: "Brothers, come here and have a look, I have added a lot of things."

"Lan Paozi, you're cheating again!"

The stall owners who came early burst into laughter.The blue robe blushed, trying to distinguish a few words in a murmur, but still couldn't say it.

Lan Paozi was the only stall owner in the bazaar who had no cultivation skills, but he occupied the largest area, and what he sold were miscellaneous things dug out of the soil that were comparable to rubbish.A small number of items have some aura, but the quality is too poor. After setting up a stall for more than ten years, few of them were sold.

He wore a washed-white torn robe full of patches all year round, so he got the nickname Blue Robe, and he forgot his real name as he yelled.

Weisheng didn't dislike it, he didn't plan to buy it anyway, and the stall of Lan Paozi was really a treasure, where he could see a lot of strange things.

Weisheng looked at the gray bracelet, the tattered bronze mirror, and the rotten five emperors' coin with a red string. When he touched a dirty teapot, he let out an ooh.

"This was just dug out?" Weisheng looked left and right while holding the teapot.There are many hard clods stuck to the teapot, and I can't get it off. If you want to use magic power, you may accidentally break the teapot.

The glaze color of the teapot is surprisingly beautiful, the sky blue after the rain, as if the sky after the rain has been cut out, the exposed part is smoother than jade, the mouth of the pot is light and tender red, the constricting arc is delicate, and the lid is tightly seamed.

It's just too dirty and smells like copper rust.

"That's right, I just came in." Seeing something interesting, the blue robe immediately went on and on: "This pot was rushed out of a ravine by a flood in the mountain. According to the people there, the mountain stream used to glow blue. , soaring straight into the sky, it’s beautiful. When the pot is flushed out, the blue light disappears.”

"Oh..." Weisheng was struggling with the dirt on the pot, and didn't listen to his words at all.

The blue robe sincerely persuaded: "This soil has been pressed for thousands of years, and I can't get it off. I tried washing it with acid water, but it couldn't be washed off. It's even more impossible to pick it out. Brother, since you like it, I will discount it. How about selling it to you?"

Weisheng tried for a long time, but gave up trying: "Forget it."

Lan Paozi suddenly became anxious: "This pot is ready! Why don't you look at other things?"

Weisheng put down the pot to look at other junk, but couldn't catch his eyes, and said: "I'll go to another place to look." He walked away.

The middle-aged man couldn't make a deal, and sighed in disappointment.

The second-hand market is not big, and it will come to an end after walking for three quarters of an hour.On the way, he saw some good-looking swords and axes, but when he asked about the price, he couldn't afford it, and felt it was a pity.

I went to the end and turned back, but I still didn't see anything I was satisfied with.When we were about to return to the intersection, a large group of people surrounded the road, blocking the road.

Weisheng was curious, said "give way", squeezed to the front, and saw that the blue robe had clashed with a big man.

The big man seemed to be a newcomer, and he was late and didn't get a seat. Seeing that the blue robe occupied such a large booth, he was upset, so he wanted to occupy a seat, and rudely told him to go away.

Of course, Lan Paozi refused to give in. The two just bickered and scolded each other at first, and the scolding became more and more vigorous.The blue robe has been in the market for many years, and all kinds of swear words are as continuous as bird droppings and not heavy. .

The crowd of onlookers burst into an uproar, the blue robe spit out blood, and shouted hoarsely: "I'm your mother!" He picked up an object beside him and threw it at the big man's head.

teapot!Weisheng almost cried out, the thing that Lan Paozi threw out was the teapot he had fancied before!

The blue robe was quick and ruthless, and the teapot hit the big man's head with a "boom", and the big man knelt down on one knee with his head covered, and his nose was bleeding like a burst embankment.The blue robe got murderous, rushed up and picked up the teapot and smashed it violently. The first time the big man rolled his eyes, the second time his ears were bleeding. The dazed crowd finally came to their senses and swarmed up and pressed the blue robe.

"Brother calm down, don't beat anyone to death in the morning." "Oh, this man is dying! He's out of breath!" "Who has the Qi Boosting Pill?!"

In the chaotic scene, Weisheng caught a glimpse of a skinny man with a mischievous eyebrow and a mouse-eyed eye. He secretly took the teapot off the hands of the blue robe, put it in his arms and was about to run away, and shouted loudly: "Grass mud horse! It belongs to me!" The crowd rushed towards the thin man.

Some people also reacted and shouted: "Don't run!" They threw out the magic talisman and set a wall of fire, flying forward.

Weisheng ran the fastest, grabbed the thin man, and Kaba broke his arm. The thin man let out a scream, and immediately let go of his arms, and the teapot fell down. Mi sprinted, and even rushed out of the wall of fire.

Weisheng had never run so fast before.

The wind howled.

Leave those people's scolding far behind.

He kept running, turned east and west, drilled several alleys, turned several turns, rushed into the calyx, and rushed into Huxianju.

He forgot for a moment that the pot would not be broken, held his hands high, fell to the ground, and slid forward more than a foot.

He lay down on the ground for a long time before recovering, got up and said excitedly: "Doosan! I... ah..."

The mandible was so painful that he touched the blood-stained sand with his hand, and a bloodstain slipped out on the ground.

Cang Doushan was practicing calligraphy calmly in the study, and when he heard his excited voice, he got up and went out: "What's the matter so happy?"

When he saw Wei Sheng, he was stunned.

"Your jaw bones are exposed! Why are you crazy!!"