Build the Traveler Alliance from Scratch.

Chapter 281
Looking at Wen Cai's gleaming eyes when he faced the ocean, Li Yun shook his head secretly.

It seems that Wencai is not a time traveler... What about Qiusheng?
Just as Li Yun was thinking this way, a young and strong boy walked in from outside Yizhuang. It was Qiu Sheng, the eldest disciple of Uncle Nine.

Qiu Sheng has been weak and sick since he was a child, but since he worshiped Uncle Jiu as his teacher, he has practiced martial arts and Taoist mentality day and night, and now he has achieved a little success, and his body is no longer as weak as before.

Although the aunt who brought him up felt that Yizhuang was unlucky, because Qiusheng is now in good health and free from disasters and illnesses, she still allowed him to come to Yizhuang to meet his master every day and listen to his orders by the way.

Seeing Qiusheng coming, Uncle Jiu showed a smile on his face, and quickly waved: "Qiusheng, come here quickly, let me introduce you as a teacher. This is a distinguished guest who lives in our Yizhuang temporarily. His surname is Li. You can call him Brother Li." ..."

Qiu Sheng was a little confused, but when he saw Li Yun's taller and stronger figure than him, he obediently called Brother Li.

Li Yun responded with a smile, and then tested Qiu Sheng with words, and found that Qiu Sheng didn't seem to be a time traveler either.

... Then who is the time traveler?

Could it be that the traversers in this world haven't worshiped Uncle Jiu as their teacher?
Li Yun thought about it, and at the same time, Wencai finally couldn't bear to take a big ocean from the money pile, shouted to go to the town to buy breakfast for Brother Li, and then ran out of Yizhuang with Qiusheng.

Before leaving, Qiu Sheng saw the pile of money piled on the stone table, and his eyes widened immediately.

"Wait!" Qiu Sheng broke Wen Cai's palm at the gate of Yizhuang, and couldn't help asking, "What's going on, why is there so much money on the table?"

Wen Cai chuckled and said in a low voice, "That's the accommodation fee that Brother Li gave to Yizhuang!"

Qiu Sheng was stunned for a moment, and murmured: "Is accommodation in Yizhuang so expensive now?"

Wencai said unhappily: "Of course not. It's because he has a lot of money and is not short of this little money, so he deliberately used the money to repay the kindness of the stay. Brother Li is a rich man who came back from overseas. He came to our poor village to find his roots. If you can't find your relatives, you will probably leave..."

"So, we brothers have to hurry up and curry favor with Brother Li. If we can get some gold and silver from his fingers, we will have no worries about marrying a wife in the future!"

Wen Cai spoke with joy, and the two brothers and sisters exchanged in low voices while walking towards the Renjiazhuang market.

After about ten minutes, the two brothers and sisters walked into the gate of Yizhuang with big bags and small bags.

During the period of the Republic of China, as the hard currency of the country, the purchasing power of ocean was beyond doubt.

Even in Shanghai, a city with high prices at that time, you can buy 44 catties of rice for a piece of ocean. If you take it to a restaurant, you can even eat a set meal of four or five dishes, and all of them are steak, roast chicken, Hard vegetables like ham.

To Wencai, buying breakfast with a dollar is a luxury that he has never experienced in his life.

As for the breakfast bought at a cost of one yuan, it is naturally a large amount, and one person can never finish it.

Li Yun saw Wen Caiqiusheng's careful thinking, but he didn't poke it. Instead, he smiled and beckoned everyone to eat together.

Uncle Jiu knew his two apprentices very well, so he naturally understood their thoughts.

He immediately glared at Wen Cai, turned around, and apologized to Li Yun helplessly.

Li Yun smiled and waved his hands: "It's okay, I took out so much money, and I originally wanted to pay for the food expenses of the entire Yizhuang. Besides, it's boring to eat alone, and it's more lively if there are many people!"

Wen Cai nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, Brother Li is so arrogant, I knew he wouldn't mind!"

Uncle Jiu glanced at him, and sneered: "The patriarch has something to say, there is a way to get money, and the teachings of the teacher, have you memorized them all in the dog's stomach?"

Wen Cai's face was sullen and sullen, and he collapsed at the dining table like a frost-beaten eggplant.

Qiu Sheng was also silent like a cicada, keeping his head in suspense as he grilled his rice, for fear of being affected by the fish in the pond.

It was Li Yun who helped to smooth things over. He said with a smile, "I hit it off with the two priests, and I just need good wine to cheer me up—Wen Cai, help me go to the town to buy some wine. Remember, if you want good wine, the price is not a problem!"

"Yeah!"

The four-eyed Taoist priest's eyes lit up when he heard the words, and he said quickly: "Brother Li, as long as you say a word, our brothers and sisters will definitely accompany you to the fullest!"

After finishing speaking, the Taoist priest with four eyes turned his head to look at Wen Cai, and urged: "Wen Cai, why are you standing there, why don't you hurry up and buy wine!"

"Oh……"

Wen Cai complied happily, got up and left Yi Zhuang with Dayang.

"I am coming too!"

Qiu Sheng quickly put down the bowl and chopsticks, followed Wen Cai and left here.

Seeing Li Yun being so reasonable, rich and powerful, Uncle Jiu was even angrier.

He hates iron but not steel. These two brats are so old, they are still ignorant...

Taking advantage of Wencai Qiusheng's absence, Li Yun glanced at Uncle Jiu who was sulking alone, and asked seemingly unintentionally: "Uncle Jiu, I heard that there is no one who practices Maoshan Taoism who doesn't know you. Since you are so famous, why are you under your sect? Only two apprentices?"

Uncle Jiu was startled when he heard the words, then he seemed to have misunderstood what Li Yun meant, coughed lightly and said: "If the poor Taoists open the gates widely, there will naturally be a large number of people who follow the Tao who want to worship the poor Taoists, but the poor Taoists have always It’s Ning Que Wu Lan, not everyone will accept it.”

... rather lack than abuse?
The corner of Li Yun's mouth twitched, and he glanced at the direction where Wen Cai Qiusheng left, noncommittal.

Uncle Jiu noticed Li Yun's gaze and was a little embarrassed, so he immediately made amends and said: "Fate is the first priority for a poor Taoist recruit, followed by kindness, then truth, and the last is the talent for cultivating the Tao. They are predestined with me, and they are kind..."

Li Yun nodded and said: "This is the so-called don't push if you have a fate, don't climb if you don't have a fate?"

Uncle Jiu said with a smile: "That's right, I didn't expect Brother Li to know this rule."

"Then over the years, Uncle Jiu, how many unfavorable apprentices have you pushed?"

"There are too many, I can't count it for a while... There must be at least a dozen!"

"Among these people, is there anyone who impresses you?"

Li Yuntu was desperate, and wanted to get information about the suspected time traveler from Uncle Jiu.

Uncle Jiu was at a loss for words for a moment, and couldn't help but glance at his junior brother from the corner of his eye, wanting him to help ease the embarrassment.

But the four-eyed priest was so focused on the wine at this time that he didn't notice the look in his senior brother's hand.

The atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly became weird.

It was Li Yun who realized something was wrong and took the initiative to change the subject, which made the embarrassed Jiu Shu heave a sigh of relief.

It seems that the traversers of this world really haven't come to look for Uncle Jiu, at least not yet...

Li Yun thought silently in his heart.

When Wencai Qiusheng returned from buying wine, Li Yun displayed a monster-like physique, and easily knocked down everyone at the dinner table by himself. Uncle Jiu and Taoist Master Four Eyes didn't use Taoism to sober up, so they were naturally not Li Yun's opponents.

After settling the drunken four, Li Yun left a note, and then went to Renjiazhuang alone, wanting to investigate the situation in the village.

But unfortunately, he didn't find anything abnormal, nor did he find any suspected traversers.

There was no other way, Li Yun had no choice but to return disappointed.

At this time, it was almost dusk, and Li Yun was walking on a path in the wilderness, heading towards Yizhuang.

When passing through a dense forest in the wilderness, Li Yun suddenly stopped and looked at the center of the forest with surprise on his face.

There was a hazy white mist, and in the mist there was a stone standing alone. Beside the stone, Qiu Sheng, the eldest disciple of Uncle Jiu, was bending over, with a white cloth covering his face, as if he was carrying something. Spin around.

Li Yun was slightly taken aback when he saw this, then narrowed his eyes, his spiritual consciousness gathered in his eyes, and he immediately saw through the fog and glimpsed the truth.

I saw a skinny, wrinkled, white-haired old man with sunken eyes lying on Qiusheng's back. His body was trembling, his lips were trembling, his thin white hair was flying in the wind, and the corners of his pale mouth were still hanging. A weird and terrifying smile.

...It turned out to be a lonely ghost!
Li Yun suddenly realized, and then couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, looking at them with interest.

"Hey, turn left, be careful not to hit a tree!"

The thin old man on Qiu Sheng's back had a weird smile on his lips, and let out a seemingly panicked scream.

When Qiu Sheng heard his words, he seemed to have really seen a big tree, so he quickly avoided to the left.

"By the way, turn left, turn right, and turn left again!"

The skinny old man yelled loudly, and Qiu Sheng followed his instructions like a follower, spinning in circles under his command.

And Qiu Sheng didn't seem to notice that he was spinning, he only felt that the old man on his back was getting heavier and heavier, and he was getting more and more tired.

Finally, with the sweat dripping from his forehead, Qiu Sheng couldn't help asking: "Old man, where is your home?"

The thin old man put his hands on Qiu Sheng's shoulders, poked his head from his neck, and asked, "What did you say?"

Qiu Sheng wiped his sweat with his hand, panting heavily, "I said, where is your home?"

The skinny old man said with a smile: "Oh, it's coming soon, after passing this mountain, we will arrive after passing another mountain."

"What?" Qiu Sheng couldn't help but shouted, "Aren't they going to run until dawn?"

The skinny old man smiled and said, "You don't have to run until dawn..."

Because the day will never light up!

The white cloth that Qiusheng covers in front of his eyes is called a ghost cloth, and if he covers it up, what he sees is just an illusion.

Affected by hallucinations, Qiu Sheng was ignorant of his own situation, and just walked forward in a daze with the old man on his back until he was out of breath and sweating profusely.

Seeing this scene, the old man's face turned pale, and he let out a strange 'Jie Jie' smile.

Suddenly, a slightly smiling voice suddenly came from the front.

"Qiu Sheng, you're so tired from running, wipe off your sweat!"

At this moment, Qiu Sheng didn't have much energy to think. Hearing this, he immediately stretched out his hand to his waist, wanting to wipe his sweat with a sweat towel.

But what he is storing at his waist at this moment is not a sweat towel, but a yellow talisman given to him by his uncle Simu Daoist.

Qiu Sheng didn't notice anything unusual, picked up the yellow talisman, and wiped it on his face.

The yellow talisman was covered on the white cloth, emitting a slight yellow light, and the white cloth fell off immediately.

The cool air came oncoming, and Qiu Sheng couldn't help shivering, and the originally dazed rationality returned to his brain.

At this time, the mist that shrouded Qiu Sheng had disappeared, and the stone that the old man met at first was still in sight.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Qiu Sheng couldn't help being stunned.

He immediately realized something, bent his neck a little stiffly, and cast his eyes on the ground under his feet.

I saw only his own shadow on the ground, how could there be any trace of the old man on his back!

"What's the matter, young man?"

The old man's voice came from behind, and the original amiable voice had turned into a sinister laugh.

Qiu Sheng came back to his senses with a jolt, his scalp tingled instantly.

Oops, I ran into a ghost!
(End of this chapter)