Do you think I look like a fairy?

Chapter 235 Meet an old friend

Hearing Wei Yi's order, the only waiter in the store began to rush around.

There was only one boss who was doing calculations in front of him, as if he was calculating the business loss for a certain day.

"Guest officer, your food is here~"

The shop waiter took a plate and quickly brought over all the side dishes.

Followed by.

Then put those few dishes on the table one by one, so it looks a bit simple, but it has a special flavor.

He picked up the small wine glass on the table, drank some wine and said with a smile:

"Really good."

After he finished speaking, while tasting the small dishes and wine, he quietly observed the human exchanges on the street.

The coming and going of people is lively.

There are also university students in the tavern.

the other side.

The old shopkeeper of the hotel, who has already retired, walked out of the room slowly as before:

"Spent another day safely."

He is now 82 years old, and a normal person may have been buried.

So if he can open his eyes every morning, it means that he has lived through another night safely.

At his age, basically every day he lives is earned.

Think about all these years.

He took over the entire shop from a small shop waiter, and all the things in it are really unforgettable.

Stepping on the figure of eight.

The old shopkeeper walked slowly down the stairs from the second floor.

"Dong dong dong..."

Just as he walked down the stairs, the shopkeeper who was thinking about the abacus seemed to see him at this moment.

Immediately afterwards, the shopkeeper hurriedly greeted him:

"Father, why did you come out so early again? Lying on the bed and resting is good for your health."

Looking at the old father in front of him, the shopkeeper was also a little helpless.

After all, he didn't know when his father had the habit of visiting the tavern every day.

Hearing what his own son said, the old shopkeeper stretched out his hand and patted his son's forehead:

"Your father isn't too old to move."

"Besides, at my age, if I can live one day longer, I don't have the feeling of being alive when I lie on the bed."

"It's still comfortable in our tavern~"

Speaking of this, the old shopkeeper even stretched his waist, looking very lazy.

Immediately afterwards, he subconsciously looked from one side of the teahouse to the other.

however.

When he saw the light blue robe on one of the tables, he couldn't help being startled:
"This...this is..."

He seemed to have thought of something, but he seemed to be denying it again.

When that incredible idea appeared in his mind, he couldn't help rubbing his eyes with his hands:

"I don't have dazzling eyes?"

It is normal for people in their 80s to have dizzy eyes and hallucinations.

However, when he rubbed his eyes vigorously, he found that the light blue robe still existed on the table next to the street.

Immediately afterwards, he seemed a little excited, and grabbed the hands of his son next to him:
"Look at it...you look at it..."

"Look at that table by the street, is there a Taoist in a light blue robe sitting?"

Although the shopkeeper was surprised, he nodded in confusion when faced with his father's question:

"That's right, there is a Taoist priest."

"However, father, why are you so excited? Even if you are a Taoist leader, it doesn't have to be like this, right?"

I have never heard of my father believing in Buddhism or worshiping Taoism. Why is he behaving like this now?

Hear his words for sure.

The whole body of the old shopkeeper trembled a little.

Immediately afterwards, he supported his son with one hand, while pointing in the direction of Wei Yi:

"Hurry up, hurry up... help me over quickly."

The premonition in the old shopkeeper's heart became stronger and stronger, so he couldn't help urging the shopkeeper.

Seeing that his father was so excited, the shopkeeper of the tavern carefully supported him and walked towards Wei Yi.

at last.

When the old shopkeeper walked across Wei Yi's table, when he saw that familiar face, he couldn't help but widen his eyes:

"That's the Taoist robe, that's what it looks like!!"

Eyes cast down.

The old shopkeeper saw the cold dishes on the table.

"It's him...it's him!"

"Quick, help me over there!!"

The old shopkeeper was in a very urgent mood.

Just as he was slowly helping, he came to Wei Yi's table.

see this scene.

Wei Yi, who had been lightly tasting the small dishes in the tavern, looked at the street and suddenly sighed:

"What the hell is going on~"

Hearing this sigh, the old shopkeeper who was already sitting at Wei Yi's table couldn't help saying excitedly:

"It's not bitter, it's not bitter, the villain is waiting for you."

"If it wasn't for the book you left behind, the villain wouldn't be able to sell this small shop."

"It is impossible to have such a family full of children and grandchildren."

"Master Dao, you are the villain's benefactor, how can the villain know not to repay his favor."

While saying this, the old shopkeeper took out a flat thing wrapped in paper from his chest.

Seeing this thing, even the shopkeeper couldn't help being a little curious.

After all, he can remember.

When he was young, he wanted to see what was inside, but was severely beaten by his father.

It can be said that what is wrapped in the oil paper is his lifelong curiosity.

It's just that the old man protected it so well that he carried it with him, which made it difficult for him to have a chance of success in exploring the secret.

While trembling, the old shopkeeper slowly opened the oiled paper outside.

As the oil paper wrapped outside was uncovered, the contents inside were finally revealed at this time:

"Master Dao, the villain can finally give you back what you left behind."

"Ten silver coins saved our family, and made the villain what he is today. So after he got rich, the villain took the first step to redeem him."

"It's still the same as it was, and it's still your book~"

Looking at the old shopkeeper's hand, he saw only a slightly yellowed book appearing in it.

Suddenly, this is the little yellow book that was popular in Tiandu City 60 years ago.

Seeing the old man in front of him and the persistence in his eyes, Wei Yi couldn't help asking softly:
"60 years, is it worth it?"

A mere book, no one can find it, even if you are ignorant of it.

Why wait 60 years?
Hearing Wei Yi's inquiry, the old shopkeeper slowly raised his hands to hold up the book, and then said softly:

"Nothing is worth it."

"The grace of dripping water should be reciprocated by the fountain."

"The villain knows that there is nothing that can repay you. The only thing he can do is to return this book to its original owner."

"This is the morality in the heart of villains."

The shopkeeper on the other side had no idea what his father was talking about with the young man in front of him.

What 60 years?

Is it worth the wait?

Obviously my father is over 80 years old, a rare old birthday person, but why does he always give him the feeling of being a junior in front of this young man.

Is it his delusion?

Seeing the persistence of the old man in front of him, Wei Yi shook his head helplessly, and then said:
"If that's the case, then Pindao will take back this lost book."

After finishing speaking, Wei Yi stretched out his hand and picked up the book that the old man held in both hands, and then put it in his pocket.

Seeing Wei Yi accept the things, the old shopkeeper suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and then, he seemed to have a request and said:
"Daoist, let's chat with the villain."

Looking at the former young man in front of him, Wei Yi seemed to have noticed something, and nodded slightly:

"it is good."

The next two people came and went, although they talked about trivial matters, but they were also unexpected and tempered.

at last.

The jug of wine in front of him had already been drunk by him, Wei Yi sighed softly:
"Okay, there is always a banquet in the world."

"We'll meet later."

After finishing speaking, Wei Yi shook the book in his hand, and then walked towards the distant street.

Farther and farther, farther and farther away.

The cyan clothes seemed to be a reflection, gradually turning into bubbles and disappearing slowly.

On the table in the bistro.

Looking at the figure that had already left, the old shopkeeper slowly got up and walked towards the second floor.

As he walked, he opened his mouth and said:
"I'm tired and want to rest."

The originally tall and straight body seemed to have become a little rickety.

Go back to the room.

The old shopkeeper took off his clothes and lay on the bed as usual.

However, after closing his eyes this time, his demeanor was even more serene than before.

In a trance, the last ray of vitality supporting him has slowly dissipated.

the other side.

Wei Yi, who had already walked out of this street, suddenly paused, and then continued to walk forward.

As if there was nothing in it.

"Pindao is really becoming more and more sentimental."

After talking to himself a few times, Wei Yi walked towards a huge building next to the imperial city.

This time he came here for nothing else.

He had already sensed that Hongyu was in the imperial city of Tiandu at this time.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, as a friend, he must get some inside information in front of this general of the world's soldiers and horses.

Plan ahead, no shame.

Can live easily, who is willing to endure multiple hardships?
Step slowly.

The seemingly slow but fast pace seems to contain the law of space, and there is an inexplicable frequency.

however.

When he walked to the gate of one of the palaces, the tall door that was only closed at first suddenly opened:

"crunch~"

As the door opened, a soldier with a cold expression and a sharp aura suddenly walked out from behind the door.

When he saw Wei Yi, he clasped his fists together, and then he said in a voice that seemed to have been silent for a long time:

"Master Daoist, Your Highness welcomes you!"

Wei Yi didn't say much, just looked at him quietly, and then followed him to the depths of the palace.

To say that this palace is really big.

Although there is no such thing as the art of containing the universe, the feng shui pattern in it is also very remarkable.

The end is extremely domineering.

Compared with other mansions, in Hongyu's palace, there is more blood belonging to the general.

Swords, guns, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, eighteen kinds of weapons can be seen everywhere.

Even occasionally there is a martial arts stage.

One can tell at a glance that this is definitely a general in the army, and he is a tough guy who does not pursue beauty.

There is a murderous intent in the whole palace, which makes one's hair stand on end and chills run down the back.

Go straight through these.

In the end, Wei Yi finally came to the deepest part of the palace.

It is also the tallest hall.

"Tap..."

That guard didn't step forward, but Wei Yi walked slowly into it alone.

however.

When he saw Hong Yu above the main hall, he couldn't help showing a smile:

"Hahahaha... Since when did Fellow Daoists fall in love with these?"

"Looking at the architectural style of the palace, the poor Taoist thought that fellow Taoists like to kill with blood and perform martial arts on the battlefield."

He looked towards Hongyu.

All I saw was that he was lying on a cloud bed in the hall at the moment.

In front of him are melons, fruits and snacks, which are full of beautiful things in eyes, and there are all kinds of drinks and fine liquids.

What's even more outrageous is that there is actually a woman with a very beautiful appearance and a very charming figure on the top of the hall, dancing a very gentle dance.

Hearing what Wei Yi said, Hong Yu couldn't help laughing loudly, and threw an orange to Wei Yi casually:
"This bloody battlefield guards the Quartet, what's wrong with taking a rest now?"

"Come on, come on, play music and dance."

While saying this, Hong Yu took a luminous cup like jasper in his hand.

"Whoa..."

Red wine is poured into it.

It has a different taste.

"Grape wine luminous cup, if you want to drink the pipa, immediately remind me, Jun Moxiao is drunk on the battlefield, how many people have fought in ancient times~"

While smiling like this, Hong Yu toasted Wei Yi from a distance.

Walk slowly up the cloud bed.

The two of them were lying on one side, drinking fine wine and enjoying the dance of the singer.

It seems like they share a similar taste.

An hour later, Hong Yu seemed to be tired of watching the dance, so he clapped his hands and said:
"Go down~"

The singer gave a slight blessing, and then slowly backed away.

At this time, the two of them didn't seem to be playing around like they did just now, but seemed to be serious.

Wei Yi was the first to speak, only to see him looking at Hong Yu in front of him and laughing:
"Fellow Daoist, what kind of blow did you suffer to become enlightened?"

"Pindao, remember, don't fellow Taoists always dislike extravagance and pleasure?"

Hearing Wei Yi's ridicule, Hong Yu couldn't help but smile slightly, and then said in a joking tone:
"In the past, I didn't realize it. Now I have realized it. How can life be so boring in this world? It's a day to be able to play."

"Anyway, there are a lot of capable people now, and it's not rare for me to be a small person in this seat."

(End of this chapter)