In an inconspicuous bookstore, an old man in Taoist robes stood bowed beside the bookshelf, holding a copy of "Story Club" in his hand and reading with gusto.
Beside him, on the seat at the counter, a young man in his mid-twenties was chewing melon seeds boredly.
The young man's face is like a crown jade, and his sword-shaped eyebrows are raised horizontally.
The lips are shallow and the bridge of the nose is high.
There was a hint of sarcasm in the deep black eyes, which was fleeting.
"Senior Jiang, I really don't pay for reading here. If you really like that "Story Club", how about I give it to you for free? Don't stay here and affect my business." The sword-browed young man spat out melon seed shells with a look of helplessness on his face.
Zhise said: "Everyone has his or her own ambitions, and I have no interest in the Chen family."
"Think about it, it's enough for the Chen family to have a big Buddha like you sitting there. If I go there, it won't even be the icing on the cake, so why bother?"
After pondering for a while, the sword-browed young man spoke again: "I came down the mountain to compete for luck, not to help Chen Xuanjun transform into a dragon and do good deeds."
"If you work hard for him, he will get all the benefits without even leaving any soup. How can this be true?"
"Instead of wasting your time with me, you, old man, why not go find your nephew Mo Zheng."
"As a member of the Taoist sect, I believe he is willing to help you."
The sword-browed young man got straight to the point: "As for the Lord of Great Xia you just mentioned, huh, pardon me, with a mere evil python destiny, why does Chen Xuanjun get the support of Ziwei's lineage?"
"Is it because he is thick-skinned, or is it because Ziwei is blind?"
The sword-browed young man was too lazy to hide his disdain, and sneered again and again: "The world's luck is divided into nine battles. The real dragon has emerged, and the real phoenix has also appeared. Leave these two big shots who monopolize the luck of the two battles to help an unworthy one.
A little water snake?”
"Senior Jiang, you think too highly of Chen Xuanjun's ability."
"It's not certain whether he can turn the dragon into a dragon successfully, but daydreaming about him is the best."
The sword-browed young man got excited about the topic, threw out the melon seeds in his hand and said: "Chen Xuanjun thinks the most and should win over Ziwei's lineage."
"It's a pity that Ziwei's lineage is the most cautious. They won't show up unless they find a suitable assistant."
The old man in Taoist robes who had never spoken a word responded: "Cooperating with the Chen family is more powerful than just fighting alone."
"If you look at Taoism and Buddhism, which one has not joined hands with others?"
"The battle for luck is so bloody, can you alone make it happen?"
He closed the story in his hand and put it back on the bookshelf. He said sincerely: "It's definitely not possible to open 50 to 50, and it's difficult to open 64, but what about 73?"
"The Chen family gets seven, and you get three. It seems like it's a little less, but it's actually a lot."
"After all, the Chen family is in the front..."
The old man in Taoist robes walked to the counter and affirmed: "Seven or three points, I can make the decision on this, can you think about it?"
The sword-browed young man was lost in thought, his deep black eyes flickering.
The old man in Taoist robes smiled and said: "I still have some clues about Huang Yin's Qi. Ha, I just got it and it's still warm."
"Seriously?" The sword-browed young man suddenly stood up, doubtful.
The old man in Taoist robes stretched out his hand to touch a handful of melon seeds, lowered his head and peeled it off and said, "I can't confirm who it is, but it will be soon."
The sword-browed young man named Bai Nanxian no longer hesitated, walked out of the counter and said: "I need to see the sincerity of the Chen family."
The old man in the Taoist robe threw out a letter from his sleeve and said: "Killing with a borrowed knife is a common trick used by Buddhists. No one is good, old or young."
"You are chanting Buddhist words on your lips, but you have murderous intentions in your heart."
"Anything about feeling sympathy for the world and helping people in need is all bullshit."
Bai Nanxian picked up the letter as if he had found a treasure, opened it and looked at it carefully: "Li Muzi?"
"You'll know after you hear it." The old man in Taoist robe smiled mysteriously.
Bai Nanxian raised his hand to smell it, and said with a sudden look on his face: "The remaining Buddhist fragrance is unique to sandalwood."
