Chapter 236: Its late at night and people are dead
Balian looked at the sleepy old gentleman and whispered: "This old gentleman is old and can't help but be hungry. I'm afraid it's not good to disturb him like this."
The old man, whose eyes were dim just now, suddenly opened his eyelids after hearing this.
He smiled at Balian: "I am old and strong, so it doesn't matter to me, Mr. Fourth Sword, Mr. Fourth Sword has come to Lao Chan's bookstore to read in person. How can Lao Chan be willing to close the shop?"
Balian was a little surprised, glanced at the old man's eyes, and then smiled slightly and said, "Excuse me then."
He took out a luminous pearl as compensation.
Ji Ting looked at the dazzling luminous pearl and his eyes widened. He looked at Bai Lian and then at Fang Geyu. His eyes struggled for a moment, but he pushed the luminous pearl back and refused to accept it.
"My benefactor saved my little sister's life. It is already a great kindness. It is just a few story books. How dare you accept such valuable things? Today's rent will be deducted from my monthly salary."
Bailian didn't force it. He put away the luminous pearl, moved a small bench, sat behind Yun Rong's butt, and started to read.
Fang Geyu, who said he was not interested, was really bored when the two of them were waiting, so he flipped through a book and squatted behind Bai Lian's buttocks to read.
While reading, he frowned and criticized: "The prime minister's daughter actually fell in love with a poor scholar who is weak and can be bullied. He can only read a few vile sentences and has nothing to do with him. Is this like there are no good men in the world?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, for a man that I only met once, you abandoned your family, cried, made trouble, and hanged yourself. Then you dragged him out and hung him with a rope. What's the use of raising such a rebellious son!"
Balian pursed his lips, glanced at the eldest lady who was looking at him with contempt, and said nothing.
Ji Ting came forward very discerningly: "My dear, my dear, do you like the story of Mr. Xuanshui very much?"
Brian nodded.
Ji Ting winked and made a look that every man understands: "Actually, many people don't know that this "Feng Ya Collection" is actually not complete, and the essence of it was extracted by my husband.
My husband originally ordered me to burn it, but it was a pity to burn the treasure, so I kept it privately. It is an uncut version for the benefit of only those loyal fans.
Normally, I collect 80 pieces of tattooed silver to make rubbings and sell them to others, but if my benefactor wants to see them, Ji Ting can give them to me for free."
"Unabridged version of the benefits? What is that?" Balian looked confused.
Fang Geyu's face darkened.
Yun Rong is still immersed in his own world.
Ji Ting's eyebrows danced: "Of course they are those little drawing notebooks, the contents are very..."
The long sword placed by Fang Geyu's leg hit the ground hard, and a crack of more than ten meters was made under the sword, extending all the way to the opposite side of the street.
She stared at the trembling Ji Ting with her cold eyes: "What's the content?"
Ji Ting looked pale and did not dare to say any more.
Mom, I'm afraid this is not a fairy.
Fang Geyu grabbed Bai Lian's back collar, pulled his head onto his lap, lowered his head and said sternly into his ear: "Read a book, just read a book. I'm not giving you pocket money to let you follow these weird things."
Strange people learn bad things, do you know that?"
Balian nodded vigorously, holding the book and imitating her tone: "I just want to read this, okay?"
Fang Geyu's expression softened slightly and he touched his head: "Be good. If you like to read, I will buy Mr. Xuan Shui and write a book for you in the future. As for those small books, don't read them."
Ji Ting was stunned.
Will... buy Mr. Xuan Shui just to write a book for a man?!
This little girl has such a big voice.
In the next few days, Yun Rong was not in a hurry to capture his inner demon.
She always adhered to the principle that she could wait for the rabbit to come, so she naturally stayed in the inn where Bailian lived, and dragged him to the bookstore to discuss kendo at dawn.
Really crazy...
After going back and forth, Balian also understood the sword meanings in the book.
Xuan Shuijun wrote the book eighty-eight years ago.
In the past eighty-eight years, he has given a set of story books to this bookstore every year. He must have been an old man.
In a short period of time, no matter how evil Yun Rong is, it will be difficult to understand.
But this does not affect her enthusiasm for "Feng Ya Ji" at all.
After a few days, Balian read the stories in the book and sometimes chatted with the old man in the bookstore. Over time, he became familiar with the old man.
The old man who could recognize Yun Rong's identity at a glance was certainly no ordinary old man.
The old man's name is Meng Chengzhi, and he is an old teaching scholar at Baimu Academy in the inner city.
Although he comes from the inner city, he lives in the border city of Xianling.
Except for exam lectures, when he would go to the inner city to perform his duties, he spent most of his time like an ordinary old man, living in the outer city and running his own small bookstore.
Drink a few sips of old tea, and then casually take a few disciples from poor families on the street to read and study.
Ji Ting was one of the disciples of this poor family, and he was very popular with the old man.
A few days of seemingly meaningless life.
But Bailian could vaguely feel that a storm was coming.
Perhaps, what seems to be an extremely ordinary and ordinary thing at this moment has already entered an important part of the city lord's examination.
He didn't know how to break the status quo of ordinary life, and he never thought about deliberately breaking it.
Because he knows very well that since the big test has started, the test questions will inevitably appear in front of him.
After all, he was led to this long street by someone in the inner city.
Bashu noodles that raise ghosts.
Food that corpse demons can eat.
The Dead Chef in Zhongyou.
And...the fourth sword of Tianxi.
In the end, what broke the balance was the fifth day of reading with Yun Rong.
Ji Ting came to the bookstore on time every day, but on this day, he did not come...
But the old man in the bookstore was still sitting on a wicker chair, sipping two sips of old tea, playing with the parrot, and watering the flowers.
He didn't ask much about Ji Ting's disappearance, as if there was no such person in the first place.
His expression was very peaceful.
It's just... that docile bird today seemed to have a particularly bad temper after being teased again.
Balian looked at the old man playing with birds, with a look of sadness in his eyes.
The old man who was playing with the birds looked sad and helpless when he was pecked by his own parrot.
Bai Lian went to Ji Ting's house at night, but found that the door was closed and there was no candlelight.
The next day, as Yun Rong came to the bookstore again, the old man was still the same old man.
It's just that the parrot that was teased and cherished yesterday has disappeared, leaving only an empty birdcage and a scattered feather in the cage.
Without the birds to tease him, the old man had nothing to do today except watering flowers and pruning branches. He seemed to be in a good mood and hummed a little tune.
Bai Lian discovered that the cloth coat and jacket the old man was wearing was still the same as yesterday. It had not been replaced, but it was far less clean than yesterday.
The color is slightly dark, as if it is stained with a layer of unclean dark dirt.
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