Chapter two hundred and eighty seventh night...evening...
In the past two years, I followed the old beggar walking on this endless road. The old beggar seemed to have a goal. The two of them walked all the way to Peach City.
The little beggar had always had doubts in his mind. Logically speaking, a beggar like him longed to see the world and get ahead, so he had to go to a big city like Nandu. He didn't expect that the old beggar only had this mentality and didn't have his own ideals.
——I am a beggar determined to go to Nandu to have a meal.
"Laohua, how old am I this year?"
"Eleven years old and two months more."
"Then when will you die?"
"..."
Su Bei, who was sitting not far away, almost spit out the water in his mouth when he heard these words that seemed to be familiar to him. He lightly patted his chest in the doubtful eyes of the two women and said with a smile:
"It's okay, my teeth are stuck after drinking water..."
Ji Nanjue: “(￢_￢)”
Li Zijun: “(..??_??..)”
The old woman didn't seem to be frightened by the little beggar's sudden and shocking words. Such conversations had to be repeated every day for these years, and she got used to it, so she said impatiently:
"It's still far away."
The little beggar curled his lips. These days, he has been longing for this old beggar, so that he can inherit the old beggar's precious ring that can hold anything. But this old guy only burps and farts.
far away.
He rolled his eyes and asked seriously:
"Then when are you going to teach me arithmetic?"
The old beggar had already taken the little beggar's hand and walked into the lobby of the inn. While looking around the room, he paused slightly when he glanced at Su Bei's table, but did not stop, while dealing with the little beggar.
The beggar said:
"Why do you, a little beggar, think about this all the time? You can secretly hold the back of two palms and ask for money without crying."
"You want to do some shit arithmetic."
The little beggar was squeezed a little painfully by the old beggar's big hand, so he took it out and said angrily:
"You said you would wait until you died before teaching me the numbers after three hundred and sixty-five."
The old beggar was speechless for a moment and his face was ashen.
This bastard boy remembered clearly what he said in anger, and he repeated it very rationally.
The calendar year of the twenty-one prefectures is three hundred and sixty-five. Counting it day by day, the little beggar is looking forward to it day by day.
He calculated the number three hundred and sixty-five with some effort, but the old beggar just refused to teach him what came after three hundred and sixty-five.
After a while, the little beggar was no longer anxious. He had traveled a lot in these years, and the little beggar was always happy in his heart. They said that he had read thousands of books and traveled thousands of miles. It seemed that he was also a half-reader.
, and half of it needs to be learned to count after three hundred and sixty-five.
"That old lady?"
The old beggar had already found a table and sat on it. The yellow dog was lying under the table, wagging its tail, and looked at the little beggar:
"Um?"
"Tonight we will take you to the Red Pavilion to have some fun and see beautiful girls!"
A smile appeared on the corners of the old beggar's lips, and he rubbed his head vigorously with his big hands. His eyes narrowed into slits, and he chuckled:
"Oh? Are you willing to give me the pleasure of using cow dung to make fake medicine and sell it privately?"
"Hey hey hey."
"..."
Su Bei looked at the scene in front of him with a myriad of thoughts in his mind.
When I knew that I had traveled through time, I once yearned for the fairy tales in the world that I had longed for in Blue Star. However, as I moved around for decades, I found that I disliked it less and less. The world of spiritual practice of the three religions and nine streams was not the world that I was familiar with.
, and because the Eastern Kingdom has been stable and peaceful all year round, there are no bloody or earth-shattering stories.
I have entered some secret realms that appear frequently, but most of the things inside are of little use to me.
In the final analysis, my status is too high, and I can't feel the pleasure of getting stronger bit by bit.
Looking at the little beggar now, I seemed to see the shadow of another self in a trance. It seemed that in a dream, the other self also followed the crazy old man, walked these roads and said these words.
The hundreds of schools of thought with three religions and nine schools of thought are more like the world that I once longed for.
Various sects, knights and fairies, devils and heretics, all kinds of people, all kinds of things.
While thinking, Ji Nanjue seemed to notice something. She gently covered Su Bei's big finger with her small hand and smiled gently at him.
Su Bei was moved for a moment, but Ji Baoer understood him.
Just when he was immersed in her tenderness towards him, he found that his big hand was suddenly lifted up, and then silver teeth bit it hard.
"--hiss."
Su Bei took a breath of cold air.
"Punish you by serving me food."
Ji Nanjue took his big hand away from her lips.
——Two crystal lotus roots were broken and fell down.
Su Bei had no choice but to pick up a piece of beef and said softly:
"Ji Bao'er, open your mouth, ah..."
Li Zijun looked at the scene in front of him and burst into laughter.
Su Bei hugged Nan Ji horizontally, and then gently placed her weightless body on his lap.
He stretched out his hand to straighten her hanging black hair, and their eyes met. Only at this moment did her beautiful eyes show tender affection again. She took the initiative to reach out and wrap her arms around his waist, and lay her head against him.
On the legs.
Su Bei held her tightly in his arms, and they were silent for a long time.
After a while, Ji Nanjue straightened up gently, sat astride Su Bei's lap, put her hands on his shoulders, and asked:
"Did you notice?"
She couldn't even feel any spiritual energy fluctuations from that old beggar's body. There were only two possibilities, one was that his cultivation was so advanced that it was higher than her own, and the other was that he had some secret technique.
Obviously the possibility of the former is not high, and Ji Nanjue does not think that the tribulation monks in this world can see it so easily.
"That little beggar's qualifications are amazing."
"Even comparable to Zijun's talent."
"..."
Ji Nanjue seemed to have thought of something, and then smiled playfully:
"Perhaps I came specifically to find you. I want to take away you, the scourge of the world. If you are killed, I will definitely collect your body for you..."
Su Bei was furious, stretched out his big hand and slapped her under her body, and the crisp sound echoed in the room.
"Is there anyone who curses his own man like this?"
"Prodigal woman!"
Ji Nanjue's eyes widened in an instant, and a blush crept onto her cheeks. She raised her eyes and glanced around with a guilty conscience, confirming that no one was paying attention here. Then she calmed down, and then vengefully walked in Jiangbei.
There was a violent pinch on the waist:
"I am your woman, but you are not my man."
Su Bei glanced at the corner of his mouth and gently stroked it as if to compensate. Even though it was only separated by a layer of white gauze skirt, it was full of elasticity and smooth touch, which still made people feel relaxed and happy.
Then he looked at her body with evil eyes, bit her ear, and whispered:
"I will let you know tonight whether I am your man or not."
Li Zijun looked at the scene in front of him. Although he had seen it many times, it still stimulated him too much. He quickly turned his head away, his face turned red, and he covered his eyes not to look.
The slightly opened finger gap still expressed the little unwillingness in her heart.
As Su Bei's actions became more and more unrestrained, Ji Nanjue's cheeks became redder and redder:
"Don't... there are too many people..."
He spoke intermittently, but because he was held tightly by someone.
Su Bei waved his hand, and a blur stood in front of the two of them. If he didn't punish her, he might lose his family status!
With a move of his fingers, a rope tied around the white gauze waist fell off.
Ji Nanjue trembled suddenly, then pushed Su Bei away and whispered:
"Night...night..."
Su Bei touched her head gently, naturally he just wanted to punish her a little.
It's impossible to do it so openly...
Ji Nanjue sat back down, but the blush on her cheeks had not yet dissipated.
...
The waiter in the inn looked at the two beggars sitting on the table so grandly and opened his mouth, but in the end he did not drive them out.
After all, this is considered a guest, so he can’t be kicked out, right?
The guests around them frowned when they saw the unkempt appearance of the two people. What's more, some of them just walked into the hall and turned around and left when they saw this scene.
Just when he was hesitating, he saw the owner of the inn walking towards him and whispered a few words in his ear. After hearing this, the waiter nodded quickly and then walked towards the old beggar.
Go:
"Sir, could you please change your seat in the corner?"
"Well, we can give you a small plate of cold dishes as a gift. You see..."
The words are quite euphemistic.
After all, these two people looked dirty and were sitting in such an obvious place in the lobby, which affected the store's business.
"Oh, I see."
The old beggar was very free and easy. He smiled at the waiter and said something that made the waiter confused:
"That's why I like your store. I've been like this for hundreds of years..."
But seeing that the two agreed to change seats, the waiter quickly led them towards the corner.
There were still voices of discussion in my ears, such as how could two beggars come here to eat? Poor people, it smells so bad, they are beggars, and so on.
Su Bei thought for a while, then stretched out his hand to greet the two people:
"Hey, you two... gentlemen, if you don't mind being here, you can sit at the next table together."
"Of course, please feel free to enjoy the food on the table."
"..."
After the words fell, everyone in the hall looked at this handsome man in white clothes and white hair with puzzled expressions.
This peach city is neither big nor small, and it attracts many tourists because the peach blossoms never fall in all seasons. But when have you ever seen such a temperamental person?
There were whispers for a while, and everyone in the hall kept looking at the three people.
The old beggar blinked, glanced meaningfully at Su Bei, and was about to say something, when the little beggar following him couldn't hold it in any longer.
His eyes were already wide-eyed, looking at the sauced beef and sauced elbows on the table in Subei...
"Laohua, you are stupid, go and promise me..."
"If you don't eat, it's free."
The old beggar glanced at the little beggar, hit him on the head, and said:
"Listen carefully, if you eat someone else's meal, you have to be grateful."
"How can it be so easy for me to fall in love with an old lady in this world..."
Before he finished speaking, the little beggar couldn't wait to sit down at the table in Su Bei. He picked up a big chicken drumstick and stuffed it into his mouth. He breathed a long sigh of relief and felt the taste on his taste buds.
The smell of meat almost made my nose run down.
"Laohua, come and eat meat."
Old beggar: "..."
Having no other choice, I let out a long sigh, pulled the bench aside, and sat down at the table in Su Bei.
"I've met a few of them."
"Thank you for your hospitality..."
Li Zijun looked at the little beggar who was devouring his food with tenderness, thought for a moment, picked him up a piece of ribs, and put it in his bowl.
The little beggar raised his head, looked at Li Zijun with his mouth full, and said vaguely:
"Thank you sister, sister, you are so beautiful, more beautiful than fairies..."
Li Zijun chuckled and moved closer to Su Bei.
Su Bei gently leveled the chopsticks, then looked at the old beggar and smiled:
"In the northern part of Xia Jiangsu, a man from the East brought his wife and daughter to visit the South. They happened to pass by this place and saw the peach blossoms here, so they stayed one extra night."
"Where's sir?"
The old beggar was not polite. He poured himself a glass of wine and took a sip:
"Mr. Su, you are the first to call me sir, a beggar."
Putting down the wine glass, he looked at Su Bei carefully, then at Ji Nanjue and Li Zijun, and licked the corner of his mouth:
"Mr. Su is from Selangor?"
Su Bei was a little surprised for a moment and said with a smile:
"How do you know, sir?"
The old beggar curled his lips and pointed at the sword box carried behind Su Bei:
"I am a beggar, not a blind person."
While talking, he looked at Su Bei's white hair thoughtfully.
"Have you been to Taocheng many times, sir?"
Su Bei took a bite of green vegetables, raised his eyebrows and asked.
"I heard from my husband before that this store has been like this for hundreds of years... Could it be that this store still has a history of hundreds of years?"
Before he finished speaking, he heard the little beggar interrupt:
"Mr. Da, don't listen to the old lady bragging. He is just a beggar. It's our first time in Taocheng. It's hundreds of years ago."
"Well, this sauce elbow is so delicious!"
“This chicken drumstick is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside!”
"Laohua, I'll come here often from now on. I'll treat you! The restaurants in big places are incomparable to those in Shangeda Village. The wine and meat are so filling."
The little beggar said proudly, while patting his belly in a decent manner.
Su Bei smiled at his appearance, then glanced at the old beggar and said:
"This kid is very smart..."
When the old beggar heard Su Bei's words, his eyes instantly narrowed, he put the wine glass in his hand on the table, and said calmly:
"As an old lady, I still hope that this child will take care of me till the end of my life."
Seeing that his words seemed to have been misunderstood, Su Bei was stunned for a moment and said with a smile:
"Of course, Su has no other intentions..."
"..."
The little beggar glanced at the old beggar with disgust and muttered: