The old beggar was drinking wine leisurely in the pavilion, and the chubby little girl beside him always had endless questions to ask.
"Grandpa Blind, have you been to many places?" Song Xianghua asked curiously.
"Well, almost!" the old beggar smiled kindly.
"So how many places have you been to? Are there ten?" Song Xiangxiang stretched out her ten fingers and asked again.
"I can't remember clearly, but there must be ten places!" the old beggar answered tirelessly.
"So many!" Song Xiangxiang's eyes widened, "I've been there..."
The little girl lowered her head, counted on her little fingers, and recited the numbers in her mouth. Then she looked at the old beggar happily and raised four fingers.
“I’ve been to four places!”
"Not a lot!" the old beggar said with a smile.
Song Xianghua's little face smiled happily, as if she was being praised.
"I have also been to Fucheng. There are many people there and there are many places to eat!" Song Xiangxiang said exaggeratedly.
"So, little Vanilla, do you think it's better outside or here?" the old beggar asked with a smile.
"Here, although the city is very big and there are many people, I always feel uncomfortable. I still think our small town is good! There are many friends playing with me!" Song Xianghua said seriously with a small face.
"Yeah, it's really nice here!"
The old beggar sighed softly, as if he was answering Song Xiangxiang's words, and as if he was asking himself questions.
"Dad, Aunt Zhou, why are you here?"
Suddenly, Song Xiangxiang ran out of the pavilion with excitement on her face.
The old beggar drank wine slowly, as if he was not surprised by the visitor.
Soon, Zhou Mingzhu was pulled into the pavilion by Song Xiangxiang, followed by Song Leizi.
"Grandpa Blind, this is my Aunt Zhou!"
Song Xianghua happily introduced it to the old beggar.
"Junior Zhou Mingzhu, I have met my senior!"
This was the first time Zhou Mingzhu saw the old beggar.
I saw the old beggar blindfolded, holding a wine gourd in his hand, his clothes in tatters, and a thin bamboo pole placed beside him. He looked like an old man who was addicted to alcohol.
"I'm just an old beggar, not a senior!" The old beggar shook his head and took a sip of wine.
Zhou Mingzhu cursed in her heart.
Install, continue to install.
However, she also knew that these hermits had more or less eccentric personalities.
"Senior is joking. Senior is old and has more seniority than junior. It is worthy for junior to call you senior!" Zhou Mingzhu said respectfully as before.
"Call me whatever you want!"
The old beggar waved his hand and drank wine alone.
"The younger generation heard that the elders told many interesting stories in the small town. I think these stories are very good. I plan to put these stories together and bind them into a book for sale.
Senior, please rest assured, 70% of the profit from each book sold will be given to senior, I wonder what your intention is?"
Seeing that the old beggar didn't speak, Zhou Mingzhu smiled and said what she wanted.
"Old sir, I think this is a good idea. You don't know that Boss Zhou's business is all over our country. If she helps you publish books, you will definitely make a lot of money!" Song Leizi said from the side.
The old beggar didn't take Song Lezi's words to heart, and said softly: "Then what do you plan to call this book?"
"The stories told by the seniors are all-encompassing. They include not only famous mountains and rivers, rivers and seas, rare and rare animals, but also biographies of some characters. How about calling it the Classic of Mountains and Seas?"
Zhou Mingzhu asked softly, her pretty red lips raising an unnoticeable smile.
"The Classic of Mountains and Seas? It's quite interesting. You can do whatever you want!" The old beggar waved his hand indifferently.
"Thank you very much, senior. I still have some things to deal with, so I won't disturb senior anymore and say goodbye!"
Zhou Mingzhu leaned over and saluted. Although the old beggar was blindfolded, she did not know that the old beggar was really blind, so she must be polite.
"Grandpa Blind, I won't accompany you anymore, I'm going to play with Aunt Zhou!"
Song Xiangxiang said and left with Zhou Mingzhu. The old beggar was a little dumbfounded. This child's carefree temperament was exactly the same as her father's.
"Old sir, I have some things I haven't dealt with, so I won't drink with you!" Song Leizi also wanted to leave.
"Stop!" the old beggar immediately called to Song Laizi.
"What are your instructions, old gentleman?" Song Leizi said with an apologetic smile on his face.
"Did you tell that little girl about me?" The old beggar picked up the wine gourd and took a sip of wine.
"How is it possible? I have always kept in mind what the old gentleman told me. How could I dare to tell others so easily? If I tell others, I, Song Laizi, will die a terrible death. I will be struck by lightning!!"
Song Leizi was about to raise his hands and swear, but was interrupted by the old beggar.
"Forget it, forget it, I believe you, but you can't make these vows casually in the future!" The old beggar waved his hand.
"Yes, I'm not in a hurry!"
Song Leizi was smiling all over his face, but suddenly he realized something and lowered his voice and said: "Immortal, these vows will really come true, right?"
"What's wrong? Did you swear casually?" The old beggar smiled half-heartedly.
"No!" Song Lezi shook his head firmly.
"When nothing happened, in order to make my wife happy, I said some nice words, but I meant it sincerely!" Song Laizi scratched his head in embarrassment.
"Mortal vows are naturally dispensable, but for cultivators, some oaths and promises are very likely to cause inner demons in people. The higher the cultivation level, the stronger the inner demons." The old beggar explained.
"That's good. I don't practice cultivation, so I won't have any inner demons!" Song Laizi breathed a sigh of relief.
The old beggar laughed and shook his head.
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the other side.
"Aunt Zhou, why are you so happy?"
Coming out of the house, Song Xianghua looked at Zhou Mingzhu curiously.
"You don't understand this. A good thing happened to Aunt Zhou!"
Zhou Mingzhu was in a good mood and couldn't help pinching Song Xiangxiang's chubby face.
Song Xiangxiang's appearance is not that of Song Leizi's. She looks pretty, but her face is a bit chubby.
"A good thing?" Song Xianghua tilted her head.
"Yes, a great thing!"
Although the old beggar's story is good, in Zhou Mingzhu's opinion, it is not of high value.
After all, there are a lot of weird and bizarre stories on the market.
Even if the old beggar's story is really bound into a book and sold in the future, the sales volume will definitely be average.
And there is a reason why she cooperated with the old beggar.
Most of these master hermits don't like to be disturbed by strangers, especially those who deliberately get close to them.
Therefore, she used cooperation to get close to the old beggar.
This is called building plank roads openly and building old warehouses secretly.
In the future, when revising the Classic of Mountains and Seas, or if I have any questions, she will be able to ask them openly.
Although she still didn't know how high the old beggar's cultivation level was, with one more friend and more ways out, she was at a disadvantage anyway.
"Sister-in-law, it's not good, grandma asked many people to look for you!"
At this time, Zhou Xiaowei ran over.
"Let's go, I'll take you to the mayor's house to play!!"
Zhou Mingzhu raised her arms and walked to Bu Fan's house with the two girls as if she was fooling around with her sister.