Chapter 117 The old man, the rooster, and the broken Taoist priest mass-produce elixirs

The scenery of Fengjiang has indeed changed in recent days.

It can be seen from the cheerful faces going from house to house that after several good harvests, every yard has sufficient food.

You should be able to have a good year.

In front of a shop on the street, an old man held a cigarette pot and a handful of brown rice in his hand, and weakly threw it forward.

The word "depression" was written on his wrinkled face.

Neighbors passing by all gave way to him, and no one dared to go up and say hello to him. Mainly because the old man had a bad temper, and he didn't know who he was provoking recently.

Anyway, just open your mouth and curse when you see someone who doesn't like you. It doesn't matter who you are. If you are not careful, you will be slapped in the face.

I also don’t want to run the grocery store business anymore.

Sitting at the door all day long looking evil.

For those who didn’t know, I thought my wife had been abducted.

But most people know that this old man is alone and has no other hobbies except peeking at the wall from time to time and peeking at the widow next door.

not far,

A plump rooster walked over with its head held high, its paws moving in a rhythmic and graceful manner, and the fiery red comb on its head was extremely eye-catching.

After walking a few steps, the rooster lowered his head and looked at the brown rice that the old man had scattered all over the floor.

If it had been normal, it would have lowered its head and eaten it, but today it didn't, and there was even a trace of disgust.

To be honest, it crows diligently every morning so hard.

Now every household has enough food. If we see it coming, we should at least spread some rice and millet, right?

What's going on with all your brown rice? How about sending away the beggar's chicken?

Oh~oh!

The rooster crows twice.

To the old man, this seemed like a very disdainful mockery.

The old man grabbed the pipe and pot and hit it with a pestle. The rooster was so frightened that it ran away. It flapped its little wings and flew directly to the top of the wall. It was so frightened that it was covered with chicken feathers.

The old man below blew his beard and glared: "Well, sir, you need to be stewed, right? How dare a young beast dare to anger me?"

Seeing that the situation was not going well, the rooster turned around and ran away.

The old man sat back in front of the shop angrily.

He lit the cigarette pot, took a heavy puff, and then squinted to the other side in annoyance.

A young Taoist priest, covered in rags, was looking at the old man with a smile on his face.

"What the hell, just get out of here and ask for food! I don't have any!"

The young Taoist priest was scolded, but he was not annoyed at all. He wiped his dirty hands and smiled even more, giving him a feeling of being generous.

"Tsk, tsk, let me tell you, old man, after all, we rely on our craftsmanship to make a living, so why have we become beggars? I also want to save face."

"Relying on craftsmanship? Get out of here!" The old man said with disdain: "When you first came to Fengjiang a few days ago, did I ask you to forget about it?"

"Yeah, forget it."

"Then I ask you again, did you receive any money?"

The Taoist priest pushed up the crown of his rather large Taoist hat and stretched out a finger.

"Hehe, I gave it, I gave it, the old man was very particular at that time and gave me a copper coin."

The old man narrowed his eyes: "Humph, since you have given me the money, you have to calculate accurately, but what kind of horoscopes are you calculating? Didn't I say that the timing was the best last night? I stayed all night and looked so lonely!"

The young Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, then he quickly reached out and pinched his fingers, and then he calculated it in a pretentious manner, and then smiled evilly:

"Oh, old man, this is not your problem. If I guessed correctly, last night was the twelfth lunar month of winter, right?"

"Nonsense, what does it matter?"

The Taoist priest quietly walked over, looked at him sideways, and then whispered in his ear.

"Why doesn't it matter? It's cold in the twelfth lunar month. Who is still bathing in the water room when it's cold? They must have moved to the boudoir."

"..."

"Believe me, I'm right. I calculated that your zodiac sign must have a peach blossom last night, but I never expected that the time of the feudal territory was wrong. How should I put it? Anyway, the time and place are favorable for you, so you just blocked the peach blossom."

"Is there such a thing?"

"Hey, of course, but it doesn't matter, how about this, you give me another two cents, and I will help you get the best time and location. If nothing happens, you can have a great time watching it tomorrow night, how about it?"

"real?"

"Of course! Who am I, the secret of Yin and Yang, the divination of Taoism, and the wind that lives in the north?"

"Hmph, drinking the northwest wind is more or less the same."

"What's the matter? You don't believe it?"

"Believe it or not."

"Okay! Since you said so, then I will give you a tip bag. As the saying goes, look up at the seven stars of crape myrtle and lower your head to listen to the earth's dragon veins. The right time and place must seek change!"

"speak English."

Qi Beifeng raised his eyebrows: "It's not enough to make holes in the wall. If you go up to the house and lift the tiles, won't you be able to see comfortably?"

"piss off!"

"..." Qi Beifeng was speechless, a little resentful. He couldn't cheat and kidnap him, so he could only suffer a misfortune: "Oh, don't get excited, how about you do it? You see, I just came to Fengjiang and I don't have a place to live.

I've been hungry for several days, why don't you lend me a few coins on credit and buy a steamed bun?"

The old man kicked him and said, "Get out of here as far as you can! Don't you rely on your craftsmanship to make a living? If you want to cheat money, go find that bastard named Shen and kill him."

"...!?"

Qi Beifeng dodged sideways, and then ran away in despair. He could only lament in his heart that this old guy may have lived too long, causing him to lose his humanity and be inhumane.

Oh no, to be precise, he is not a person at all.

By the way, who is named Shen?

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Inside the large townhouse.

It was full of Wuliangshan disciples dressed in white.

Some are practicing, some are practicing Kung Fu and Taoism. There are endless talismans in their hands, and magic weapons are flying around, which is a bit dizzying.

"What's going on with Master Liu Changfeng in the past few days? I always feel like he's trying to curry favor with the feudal magistrate?"

"Didn't you see it when you first came here? This county magistrate has some skills. When our classmate was killed here, it is said that he also found the murderer."

"Hmph, Helan Sword Sect, sooner or later Wuliangshan will have to recover this debt."

"Don't think about it. It's across a continent. You can talk about it first when you get to Guanhai."

Many disciples discussed in low voices.

Although I came to Fengjiang that day, I also saw Shen Mu's strength and the final scene of killing Liu Songren.

But after all, their realm is too low, and many deeper things cannot be seen at all.

What's more, they don't understand that Shen Mu's Infinite Golden Body Technique has reached the third level.

Regarding this point, Liu Changfeng did not tell anyone and kept it secret for the time being.

Most of these Wuliangshan disciples are proficient in talismans and elixirs, and are Liu Changfeng's carefully selected Qigong geniuses.

So it’s normal to have a high outlook.

Seeing their headmaster complimenting a peer of their own age very much, he seemed somewhat competitive.

"Senior Sister Liu, if you want me to say that the headmaster has been deceived, why don't you go and remind her."

"Yes, you brought us here to practice, but now isn't this a waste of time here?"

Liu Yan'er looked at everyone with helplessness on her pretty face.

Although she could talk to Liu Changfeng, she would definitely not be able to get in touch with him when it came to really big things.

She had also long been unhappy with the county magistrate named Chen Mu.

Especially when she first saw her on the first day, the lewd look in her eyes made her want to hit someone.

She didn't know what Liu Changfeng was interested in in him. She kept thinking all day long that she wanted to drag him into Wuliang Mountain to be her father's closed disciple.

Anyway, she was not convinced.

The headquarters may be stronger than the seniors at Headquarters Peak, right?
To be continued...