Chapter 26 Chapter 26

When she looked at it, she happened to be looking at an old man in gray shirt who was about fifty years old, who was angrily shouting in a vigorous voice: How dare you make me happy! Your Excellency was joking, you are living in a world where you tell fortunes for others, and you often don’t eat three meals a day, so how can you be in the mood to find your happiness. The person who answered was a green-clothed scribe with his back to Zhou Youmei. Although his face and age could not be seen, and his voice had become quite normal, Zhou Youmei concluded that this person was the self-proclaimed Zhong Kui, who spoke with a bit of yin and yang. people.

Fang Zi sneered from the old man in gray shirt, and a brawny man in short clothes standing on his left, said in a hoarse voice first: You can't rub sand in the eyes of a bachelor, my friend, let's open the skylight and speak plainly, please Straight to the point. The green-clothed scribe slowly turned around, intentionally or unintentionally, glanced at the crack in the wall where Zhou Youmei was peeping, and then said with a faint smile: "Your Majesty, I have already revealed my identity. I think I can save you the reason for coming here." This time, Zhou Youmei could see clearly that this green-clothed scribe was about forty years old, of medium build, with a rather clear face and clear eyes.

The so-called clarity here means that the eyes are black and white, as clear as a pool of autumn water, but they are not like the eyes of ordinary martial arts masters, or the eyes are full of light. In Zhou Youmei's imagination, the other party should be a strange talent in the martial arts world, but what appeared in front of her at this moment was a full-fledged scholar, neither wearing a human skin mask nor being easy-going. Rong, if you insist on finding out something strange, it is that there are only those eyes, which are so clear in black and white, clear as a pool of autumn water, it seems that they should not be embedded in such a middle-aged man, especially a poor man. On the face of the downcast middle-aged man.

The short-clothed man sneered and said: You are saying that this trip is to tell fortunes for our brothers? The green-shirted scribe grinned and said: This uncle is right, a fortune-teller, besides counting the passing years for others and exchanging some food and drink money, what other things can he do! The old man in gray shirt smiled and said: But, we brothers, we didn't ask you to tell your fortune! The scribe in green shirt said with a smile: This is my self-recommendation. The gray-shirted old man said, "Since it's self-recommendation, shouldn't you accept life money?"

No!The scribe in green shirt continued with a smile: Not only will the life money be accepted, but it will also be very high. The gray-shirted old man paid attention and asked: Where is the reason? The green-shirted scholar said: Fate is divided into high and low, and matters are different in size. The two uncles have special identities, and they need someone to point them out. The gray-shirted old man asked with deep eyes: Is there another explanation for these? The scholar in green shirt nodded and said: Of course! Tell me? Yes, life money please first favor. The gray-shirted old man frowned and said, "Just explaining the reason, not asking you to tell your fortune."

The scribe in green shirt cut off with a smile: Once he explained the reason, it would involve the fleeting years of the two uncles, so he must give money first. The old man in gray shirt asked coldly: How much is it? The way of the literati in green shirts: One word is one tael of silver The short-clothed man on the side shouted angrily: You are poor and crazy! Don't make a fuss, okay?The green-shirted scholar smiled slowly and said: This is still a preferential price for the two uncles. If it is replaced by the five masters of the upper class, one word and one tael of gold, the lower class may not be willing to say it!

The short-clothed man paid attention and asked: How did you know our master? The green-shirted scholar said: "The next poor fortune-teller, how can he be on the same level as the expensive ones, but he has only heard the name for a long time." The gray-shirted old man suddenly took out ten taels of silver, stuffed it into the green-clothed scribe's hand, and said in a deep voice: "First say ten words!" While putting the silver ingot into his bosom, the green-shirted scribe said with a serious face: "The evil spirit penetrates the canopy, and the Lord will be bloody and light."

The gray-shirted old man paid attention and asked: When will it be fulfilled? The green-shirted scribe stretched out his right palm and said: Please give life to Jin first. The gray-shirted old man frowned, took out another gold ingot, and stuffed it into the opponent's hand: "Refund more and pay less." The scholar in green shirt smiled and said: "It will be tested within three days, unless the two uncles retreat bravely and give up the current deal, otherwise, the two uncles will not only inevitably suffer bloody disasters, but their lives may also be in danger."

Then, while putting the gold ingot in his hand into his bosom, he said with a flattering smile: "Master, the current official price is one tael of gold for forty-five taels of silver. I just said forty-eight words below. The three taels that should be charged are free." , Small meaning, small meaning, thank you!Thanks With that said, he turned and walked out the door. The short-clothed man shouted angrily: "Stop!" The green-clothed scribe trembled, turned his head and asked timidly: Does this old man want to ask something? The man in short clothes sneered and said: Yes, let me ask you, have you ever done fortune-telling for yourself?

No.The green-shirted scribe shook his head again and again and said: In our line of work, it is never accurate for myself So.The short-clothed man approached slowly, and said with a sneer: I'll do the math for you. The green-clothed scribe tightly pressed the gold and silver ingots in his bosom with one hand, and said anxiously with the other: "No, I'm going to live in such a poor life, don't count it!" The short-clothed man sneered: What are you afraid of, I don't take life money This time, the green-clothed scribe folded his arms and stepped back with a panicked look on his face, yelling, "Master, you can't be unreasonable!"

The old man in gray shirt opened his lips slightly, but he hesitated to speak. The short-clothed man smiled coldly and said: In this world, there is no place for reason! In the voice, his right hand swung up, grabbed the other person's chest, and shouted in a deep voice with deep eyes: Say!who are you? The green-shirted scribe grinned and let out a cry like a slaughtered pig: The pain hurts me too. The short-clothed man frowned, and then let go of his right hand, but he tapped the opponent's three big acupoints and said in a low voice: Don't pretend to be stupid, answer my question! The scholar in green shirt frowned and smiled wryly, "What's your answer?" The short-clothed man said: Just now, I asked who you are? The scholar in green shirt smiled wryly and said: Fortune tellers are fortune tellers! Perhaps it was the green-clothed scholar who let out a cry of pain just now, which attracted many curious idlers. The waiter leaned into his half body and asked with a smile: "Guest officer, what's the matter?" The short-clothed man waved impatiently: "It's nothing, I was just joking." As he spoke, he closed the door forcibly, and at the same time pressed the Ya acupuncture point of the scholar in green shirt. But the wonderful thing is here, Zhou Youmei, who was spying secretly, had clearly seen the green-clothed scribe being tapped on the Ya acupuncture point, but he suddenly heard a faint but clear voice of true energy in his ears: Good girl, You have the heart to watch the fire from the other side, and you will not be saved, this account, we will have to settle it in the future At the same time, the short-clothed man was also frowning and whispering to the gray-shirted old man: Strange!This guy is obviously a person who doesn't understand martial arts This is really a bit strange, a person who doesn't know martial arts can still speak through voice transmission after his acupoints are restricted, especially after touching the dumb acupoints. Can't help but was stunned. The gray-clothed old man sighed softly: Maybe he was ordered by others? The short-clothed man frowned and said as usual: What's the use of instructing him to come? The gray-shirted old man continued in thought: "Let's hand him over to the third master." As he spoke, he leaned over and stretched out his hand, and took back the life gold that he had just handed over to the green-clothed scribe, and said with an apologetic smile: I'm sorry, my life is not worth such money. The blue-clothed scholar Kongzi was so anxious that his black and white eyes turned sharply, but there was nothing he could do. The gray-clothed old man put the gold and silver ingots taken out from the green-clothed scribe's arms into his arms again, and then whispered to the short-clothed man: Brother, there are a lot of people in the inn. It's not very convenient to go up. The short-clothed man blinked his eyes and said, "In my brother's opinion?" The gray-shirted old man said: I mean, I want to ask my brother to report to the third master, it is best to ask him to come over. The short-clothed man said: If the third master asked who we caught, how should he answer? The old man in gray shirt couldn't help but said in surprise: "This While the gray-clothed old man was confused, the green-clothed scribe who had his acupoints restrained suddenly grinned at him and said: You two are really forgetful. Didn’t I tell you earlier that I specialize in subduing demons and ghosts? Zhong Kui? The gray-shirted old man couldn't help taking a big step back in shock, turned his head to the short-clothed man and asked in surprise: Brother, didn't you touch his acupoints? The short-clothed man stepped back with a cloudy expression, and said with a wry smile: Who said he didn't touch his acupoints! The old man in gray shirt frowned and said: But, but, he is doing well now! But the green-shirted scholar rushed to continue: "Who is this person, if he is easily restrained by any cat or dog, can he still make a living in the world in the future?" Then, he glanced at the crack in the wall where Zhou Youmei was peeping again, laughed at himself and said with a mocking smile: "Besides, if it's really so useless, you'll be looking at people through the crack of the door, and you'll be really looked down upon by others!" This time it was the old man in gray shirt's turn to laugh at himself. It turns out that you are still a master who hides his secrets! No!No!The green-clothed scribe waved his hands again and again and said: "I have even revealed my ability to suppress the bottom of the box. How can I hide it? As for the title of a master, I don't even dare to call it a master." Pausing for a moment, he smiled lightly and said: Saying something that you are not afraid of getting angry, the word "high man" is not easy, in the vast rivers and lakes, even the five heads of your family are still far from the word "high man". Miles! The grey-shirted old man's expression changed: Enough!Do you have any advice? The green-shirted scribe smiled and said: "I don't have advice, but in terms of dedication, the more the better!" Stretching out his right palm, he said with a smile: "You two are a little bit more sensible, and you will automatically donate all the ill-gotten gains in your body." The gray-shirted old man and the short-clothed man looked at each other with wry smiles, and the green-clothed scribe smiled faintly and said: "A bachelor doesn't suffer from immediate losses. If you have to work hard, I'm afraid the two of you won't be able to bear it." The gray-shirted old man gritted his steel teeth, nodded to the short-clothed man, and said, "Old Tang, let's admit it!" As he spoke, he first took out the yellow and white things on his body and sent them to the green-clothed scholar. Of course, the short-clothed man surnamed Tang had no choice but to take out all of them with a wry smile. The total property of these two people is one or two heavy gold ingots, two ingots, three gold leaves, and twelve or three liang of silver. The green-clothed scribe returned the broken silver, which was about two or three taels, to the old man in the gray shirt, and said with a slight smile: "You two are quite honest. Keep these by your side for money. Also, you must remember what I just said, otherwise, the two of you will lose money." There is no place to bury him when he is about to die. The old man in gray shirt smiled wryly and said: Can you explain your real identity? The green-shirted scribe said: "You two don't need to know my identity, but there is a person in front of you, you two must pay special attention to it!" The gray-shirted scribe couldn't help but blurt out and ask: Who? The green-shirted scribe smiled bitterly and said: Misfortune comes from the mouth, maybe I will say trouble, but as the saying goes, get people's money and get rid of disasters Then, he continued in the lowest voice: The little nerd next door to the two of you is a member of the Six Doors. He is very skilled, and he has also paid attention to you. The old man in gray shirt was taken aback and said: Is there such a thing? Do not believe?The scholar in green shirt said with a smile: "He is peeping here from the crack in the wall!" The old man in gray shirt and the man in short clothes turned their heads to look at Zhou Youmei's wall. This situation forced Zhou Youmei to stop prying in a hurry, and secretly gave a loud bah: "Dead poor!" But in her ears, she heard the impoverished true qi and said with a voice transmission: Girl, don't scold me in secret, later, there will be benefits from you. Before he finished the sound transmission, he only heard the voice of a short-clothed man from the next door: Hey!How could that poor acid disappear? The voice of the old man in gray shirt said with a wry smile: "Brother, if you don't know anything, you don't gain wisdom. It's a great fortune for you and me to leave like that man!" The voice of the short-clothed man said: "Old Fang, do you know him?" The voice of the gray-shirted old man said: Although I don't know him, you should believe in your own skills. Thinking about the situation just now, it's not enough to chill you. The short-clothed man seemed to be smiling wryly: That situation is really a bit evil! Zhou Youmei was fascinated by the sound, when the mysterious sound transmission sounded in her ears again: "There's nothing to listen to, girl, after the bag of cigarettes, wait for me at the private seat on the second floor of the Zhuangyuan Building on Fuqian Street. I will be the host, and you will also be welcome." Unexpected benefits. Then, he said in a commanding voice: Go on time, restore the women's clothes, and put on the human skin mask! At this point in the sound transmission, I only heard the voice of the man in short clothes saying: Lao Fang, do we want to go? Before he finished speaking, he stopped automatically. Zhou Youmei is ice-snow smart, she already figured out what the short-clothed man meant to come and have a look at her, Fang Zi smiled coldly, only to hear the gray-clothed old man answer: No, this place is also We can't live anymore, let's live elsewhere! Zhou Youmei smiled inwardly and thought: Yes!I should also go first. So, she immediately left the room quietly, and ordered the waiter to change to an upper room on the upper floor. After refitting and changing her appearance, she left the room money and left through the window through the roof. At this time, Wuchang City was already lit up with thousands of lights. It stands to reason that the provincial capital where the lights were just lit should be particularly lively, but the situation tonight is a bit abnormal. In the streets and alleys, the usual hustle and bustle of people is gone, and there are only a few businessmen who come and go in a hurry. In addition, there are three steps, one guard, and five steps, one sentry. Zhou Youmei, who had changed her face again, appeared as a village girl in her twenties. Even so, the situation in front of her still added a lot of trouble to her, and it took a lot of lip service to reach her destination, the Zhuangyuan Building. Zhuangyuan Building was originally a very famous restaurant in Wuchang City. Normally, with Zhou Youmei's current village girl attire, she couldn't get in at all. Tonight, although the business was very slow due to the martial law in the whole city, when Zhou Youmei walked to the door, she was still guarded by a little girl at the door. A man in two costumes blocked the driveway: Girl, I'm sorry!Single women are not accepted here. With the high-sounding reason, coupled with that professional apologetic smile, Zhou Youmei, who didn't know the inside story, thought he was telling the truth! After being taken aback for a moment, she said dumbly: No!I'm not alone, I'm here to see my uncle. meet your uncleThe waiter smiled and said, "Girl, who is your uncle?" At the top of the stairs, someone answered at the right time: I am her uncle The accent of this person is the same as that of the green-clothed scribe who played with the Taihang Five Ghosts two subordinates in the inn, but his clothes and appearance have changed. At this moment, what appeared in front of Zhou Youmei was an old man in a brocade robe with a long gray beard. Zhou Youmei froze for a moment, and the waiter in the shop hastily turned around, bowed to the old man in brocade robe and said with a flattering smile: "Old man, if you give me an order earlier, I will let you know." The old man in brocade robe snorted coldly, looked at Zhou Youmei and smiled and said: Girl, come up yet? The waiter in the shop also smiled, bowed his waist and waved his hands, and said as a guest: "Miss, please!" Zhou Youmei smiled faintly, and boldly climbed up to the second floor, the old man in brocade robe said in a low voice: Come with me. Normally, this should be the best time for business, but at present, there are only a handful of 30 to 50 guests in this hall that can accommodate a hundred people. The old man in brocade robe brought Zhou Youmei to a window-side seat with the best view, and after ordering the waiter to deliver the pre-ordered food and wine, the old man in brocade robe asked Zhou Youmei with a smile via sound transmission: Girl, why are you late? Zhou Youmei felt a little uncomfortable with the other party's clinging to her elders, but she followed the other party's instructions and came here. The reason was nothing more than curiosity. At this time, she frowned slightly, and said with her true energy: tonight's situation is special, fear of causing trouble on the roof, and being interrogated on the street, that's why I'm late. The old man in the brocade robe suddenly sighed softly, and said: "You are beautiful, how can you be a thief?" Zhou Youmei's complexion changed slightly and she paid attention and asked: How do you say this? The old man in brocade robe asked: Didn't you come here with a conspiracy against Mr. Wen? Although this sentence was not asked through sound transmission with true energy, the voice was so low that only the two of them could hear it. Zhou Youmei smiled coldly and said: How can you see it? The old man in brocade robe continued leisurely: Take it for granted. Zhou Youmei's face darkened and she said: "The word thief can be added by others at will." Having said that, the waiter has served the food and wine. The old man in brocade robe filled two glasses of wine, raised his glass and said with a smile: "Girl, you have worked so hard from afar, uncle toasts you." But then he said with a sound transmission of true energy: Just now, when you left the inn, you had already let go of your lightness kung fu and body skills. Zhou Youmei's expression changed and she said: So you are chasing after me? If the brocade robed old man had been chasing after her without being noticed, and had arrived at the restaurant before her, then this mysterious figure's martial arts were terribly brilliant. How could Zhou Youmei not be taught this situation? His face changed drastically because of it! But the brocade robed old man smiled slightly and said: If you don't follow behind you, how would you know this? After a while, he continued with a smile: drink. Tilting his neck, he drank a glass of wine to nothing. But Zhou Youmei sat indifferently, didn't even pick up the wine glass, just stared at him coldly and asked: Tell me, what did I vent? The old man in brocade robe filled his wine glass in his spare time, but at the same time, he said through voice transmission with his true energy: Girl, where did your own lightness kung fu and body skills come from? Do you want me to explain it for you? Zhou Youmei couldn't help feeling dark in her heart, and secretly heightened her vigilance, but on the surface she sneered and said: So you just played a double play in the inn! Double reed?The old man in brocade robe asked with a broken smile, "How do you say that?" Zhou Youmei responded casually: You are the one who calls out to catch a thief. Then, he said through voice transmission with true energy: Come here with a plan for Mr. Wen! The old man in brocade robe smiled and said: Girl, don't bother talking about him, let's talk about serious issues. But before he finished speaking, his face suddenly changed, he got up and said: I want to go out for a while. After speaking, he left in a hurry.