Down the tile, Ma Pozi blows candy in front of the stall.
The weather is getting hotter and the tiles are much deserted.
In several sporting sheds, the artists looked weak, and although they still performed, they were not very hard-working. This also made it even rarer to stop and watch. However, a few tanci, the storyteller who performed history had a good business in front of the stall. Many people were tired of leaving, so they stopped in front of the stall, drank a sip of water, and listened to the book, which seemed very comfortable.
Ma Pozi's business is not very good, and there is no one in front of the stall.
When Gao Yu appeared, Ma Pozi was obviously stunned. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Gao Yu shook his head at her and immediately understood.
"Grandma, make me a candy blowjob."
After Gao Yu finished speaking, he lowered his voice and said, "Is there anyone following me?"
Ma Pozi lowered his head and stirred the syrup, as if he hadn't heard Gao Yu's words.
After a moment, she blew the candy and handed it to Gao Yu, "There is a rogue dressed in gray. Xiao Yu'er, you should be careful."
It's true!
From the tea shop, Gao Yu felt that someone was following him.
However, he was not easy to reveal it, so he came to the tile and confirmed it through Ma Pozi.
"Don't worry, grandma, I'll be careful."
He said, put the ten cents in front of the stall, turned around and left with the blown candy.
The moment he turned around, he glanced behind him from the corner of his eyes and saw the "gray dress" that Ma Pozi said.
He is a guy in the tea shop.
Gao Yu has a good memory and recognizes the identity of that person.
When I was having tea in a tea shop just now, this "gray dress" was boiling water next to the stove.
It seems that there is indeed a problem with the tea shop. And that Qingxi Pavilion is probably the clue he is looking for... just how to find Qiudao Ren through Qingxi Pavilion? It is still a problem. It is a stronghold of the Ming Cult. He has to find a way to get in and gain the trust of the people inside to have the opportunity to find Qiudao Ren... But this is not easy.
How to get in?
Gao Yu took the candy and lowered his head to meditate while walking.
Most of the sheds in the Lower Tile are closed, on the one hand because the weather is hot, and on the other hand because the time is not yet available.
The tiles in Hangzhou usually start from the afternoon and last until the fourth morning.
In terms of the span of time, it is even larger than that of Bianliang. Because Bianliang is almost at the third anniversary, it stopped.
Gao Yu was no stranger to Xiawazi. After walking for a while, he found a seat in a tavern.
He asked for a plate of fruit, ordered a pot of rice wine, sat down against the window, poured himself and looked out while looking.
Rice wine is a wine brewed by the restaurant. It is soaked in plums and has a low degree.
Because the weather is hot, rice wine is mostly placed in the well and iced. When it is brought up, there is a layer of frost covering the outside of the kettle, which turns into water droplets and flows down the kettle. Although it has not been drunk, it makes people feel that the heat is much less.
The rice wine is a little astringent, but after neutralizing it with plums, it will take one sip and bring saliva to your mouth.
Gao Yu took a sip of wine, then peeled a hazelnut, threw the kernel into his mouth, and looked out. The "gray dress" was still outside. He stood in the shadow of the alley, with his arms open and slapped his sleeves, looking very uncomfortable.
Seeing this scene, Gao Yu couldn't help but laugh.
He slowly ate the wine and sat with hazelnut kernels for half an hour.
It was not until the "small dress in gray" could not bear it and turned around and went into the alley to buy water. He stood up and walked out of the diner.
He trotted along the street and left the tiles.
However, he did not rush back to Anle Hall, but walked south along Houshi Street and came to the big tile next to Jiaomufang.
The big tiles are not called the big tiles, but the big tiles are called the big tiles.
This is also the location of Hangzhou City, which is not inferior to Xiawazi.
At this time, the hottest time of the day had passed, the sun was westward, and there was a little coolness in the air. The wind blowing from the direction of West Lake was extremely soothing. The sun was still a bit fierce, but it was indeed much more comfortable than before.
At this time, there were more and more people in the tile.
The sheds were opened one after another, and artists also began to prepare to welcome the most lively day.
In front of a restaurant with a colorful shed at the door, the recording staff who had been resting for a day also appeared. They were dressed in exposed clothes but still gorgeous clothes, gathered in groups of three or five in the colorful shed, attracting people to stop.
However, Gao Yu knew that most of the recordings that appeared in the coloring studio at this time were not allowed to be on the table.
Recordings that are truly qualified and talented will never show up in public, but will wait for customers to arrive in the restaurant and select desirable guests. As for recordings in the coloring shed, it is more of a means to attract customers.
The restaurant is called Huayuelou, which is one of the most popular restaurants in Hangzhou.
"The fellow villagers in Hangzhou, Xiaodi, passed by a precious land today, and only because he was short of money, he was playing some tricks here.
If the elders and fellow villagers can see it, please give me some food."
Gao Yu was not very interested in Huayue Tower. He was about to leave when he heard someone shouting loudly not far away.
It sounds like the accent of JD.com.
He looked in the voice and saw a burly and strong man about six or five inches tall from Huayue Tower in an open space about sixty or seventy steps away, and was talking loudly. The man had a national face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and was quite heroic. He bowed his hand to thank the passers-by around him, then lifted up his clothes and put on his posture.
Shaolin boxing?
Gao Yu recognized at a glance that the man used the fist method was Shaolin Luohan Fist.
Although the man was tall, he was extremely flexible. After a fight, he had a lot of skills in his fist and kicking.
Gao Yu is not good at fists and feet, but he is a master.
Following Master, he has seen many places of kung fu and has also heard Master’s comments.
The man's fists and feet were going on a big way, and he had definitely put in real effort. His fists and feet were getting faster and faster, and his body moved, and his clothes were making noise. This is the true Arhat Fist of Shaolin, not the simplified Arhat Fist to fool ordinary people.
Gao Yu once visited Shaolin with his master and knew that there were also true teachings and simplified skills in the Shaolin Temple.
This set of Arhat Fist by a man is definitely the true Arhat Fist.
Every punch seems to be strong and uncast, but in fact it leaves some spare force, making the punches and feet become more round. If you don’t exert force, you will inevitably be amazing when you exert force! Unfortunately, among the passers-by, you can’t see the quality of the punches and feet.
After the man used his fists and feet all the way, the onlookers dispersed one after another.
However, some people walked over to give rewards, which was only a few cents, and they couldn't help feeling sad.
The man's face became a little ugly.
Chapter completed!