The heavens start from the bottle mountain

Chapter 142 Banyangzhai, old wine man
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The two continued to walk forward, and all kinds of monsters with strange shapes appeared in front of them.

There is a dwarf bat demon who is half a person tall and extremely ugly; there is a bamboo demon who is nearly ten feet tall, green all over, and as thin as a hemp stick.

There is also a giant-eyed monster with extremely large eyes and a very small body.

There are all kinds of strange things, and all kinds of unimaginable monster races can be seen here.

Open his eyes.

It also gave him a new understanding of the phrase 'everything can become a demon when nourished by spiritual energy'.

The further you go to the depths of Fangshi, the surrounding buildings become more ordinary.

It feels like going from Liulichang to Panjiayuan.

Everything becomes low and rustic.

"It's here, it's here."

Xu Rui took a look.

The roof is covered with blue tiles, built with blue bricks, and the front of the gate, which is less than two feet wide, looks inconspicuous.

The thick wooden door is half-opened and half-closed, although glass is used, but the situation inside cannot be seen.

Above the door, a black lacquered plaque that was already somewhat mottled hung crookedly.

Probably because it hasn't been cleaned for a long time, there is a lot of dust in the gaps, and it looks dilapidated.

The word 'Banyangzhai' is clearly distinguishable.

Four eyes pushed the door in, followed by Xu Rui.

Before he could see the surrounding situation clearly, thunderous snoring and the pungent smell of alcohol had already rushed up.

frowned.

Look forward.

The voice came from behind the counter inside.

The height of this counter is nearly 1.5 meters, and the whole body is built with thick wood. It is probably due to frequent wiping, and the patina is round.

Especially the top of the counter reflects a faint oily shine.

On the wall behind the counter, there is a huge "Tao" character.

The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, like the handwriting of a famous artist.

In the hall which is only 30 meters in front of the counter, there is a tea tray and a few stools.

The white ash on the four walls has peeled off a bit.

Zhang Hang's paintings of beautiful ladies added a bit of color, making the place look less dilapidated.

but.
If it wasn't for the wrong location, Xu Rui really wouldn't be able to tell the difference between this place and those shops in the mortal world.

Simu walked to the counter and knocked on his fists.

"Old wine man, get up."

Under his loud shout, a little old man with disheveled hair and a rosaceous nose climbed up from the counter.

Seeing him, Xu Rui instantly thought of the land lord in "Black Myth Wukong" in the real world, sloppy and demon-like.

After stretching his waist in a drunken way, he looked around listlessly.

"It turns out that your little four eyes disturbed the old man's dream, you really deserve to hit him."

Then he sighed with regret.

"The old man took half of Xiao Taohong's flirtatious clothes, and she was about to...but you messed up everything."

"If you don't come up with something decent today, my old man will not agree."

"Old wine man, if you deceive people, you have to make up your lies well,,,."

"You don't understand this. Half-undressed clothes are the most attractive. If you don't believe me, you pay, and we will go to Wanhualou to find Xiao Taohong to try."

"Get out. Xiao Taohong is the number one card in Wanhualou, and she pays French money every night. You think I'm stupid."

The old man Jiu didn't care about the sarcasm in the four eyes, he smiled and looked at Xu Rui behind him.

As soon as his eyes lit up, he didn't make any gestures, and he was already in front of him before he could breathe.

"So fast."

I was shocked.

This old man's speed is more than twice as fast as that of the goat demon who had a fine ventilation channel back then.

If he had shot suddenly just now, he would have been seriously injured.

The vigilance in my heart was raised to the highest in an instant.

He was four feet tall, wearing an old navy blue Taoist robe, and holding a yellow wine gourd in his hand, his nose twitched.

"Tsk tsk, what a strong qi and blood. Martial arts innate talent at such a young age, it's amazing."

Turned.

"Little Four Eyes, is this your disciple?"

"If I have such a disciple, I can wake up from my dreams with a smile." Walking to Xu Rui's side, "This is Xu Zhengyang, friend Xu Daoist, a friend in need in times of need."

Raise your finger.

"This is old man Jiu. Don't look at him as crazy, but he is good at knowing treasures, and he has a certain relationship in the market. If you give him something, the price will be much higher than outside."

"senior."

Xu Rui cupped his fists and saluted.

"Stop, my old man is annoyed by the etiquette. Just like Xiao Siyan, just call me 'old wine man'. If you want to please my old man, you can bring out a few more treasures, which is better than anything else. .”

Since people said so, Xu Rui is not polite.

"Old wine man."

"Yes, yes, children can be taught."

After nodding in satisfaction, he walked back behind the counter.

"Little Four Eyes, take out the things, you guys have always been 'going to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing'."

"Hey, I know I can't hide it from you."

Simu took out a sheep's head staff from the dharma bag.

As soon as it appeared, there was a breeze around it.

Old Man Jiu's eyes lit up, and he stretched out his hand, and the staff was in his hand.

It was only then that Xu Rui noticed that except for the thumb, the old wine man's four fingers were even and the same length.

A dense pale yellow aura emerged from the palm and slowly passed over the staff.

The aura disappeared, and the old wine man shook his head for a moment, then looked around.

"Where did this staff come from?"

"Hey, spoils of war."

"I don't know if you don't tell me. Is it the magic weapon of Yang Chaofeng, the silver medal demon envoy of the Red Lantern Festival?"

The four eyes squinted at him, and the eyes flashed.

"Do you know this demon?"

"I know half of the demons who have been to Jinchanfang City."

Face is proud.

"Don't look so suspicious, you Maoshan will have a festival with the red light, it has nothing to do with me, an old man in Jinchanfang City."

The four eyes nodded and didn't bother anymore.

"Are you going to accept it or not?"

"Of course. You know my rules. As long as the stuff is good, I don't care where it came from. Besides, you have Maoshan behind you, and the Red Lantern Festival wouldn't dare to do anything to you."

"Then make an offer?"

"Seven Dafa money."

The color of the four eyes changed instantly.

"Seven yuan? Why don't you grab it? I trust you so much and bring you Daoist Xu, so why don't you give me this price?"

The old man Jiu rolled his eyes and chattered endlessly.

"Little Four Eyes, is it interesting to play with me every time you come here? Although your broken magic staff is a ninth-grade medium, but the sacrificial techniques are rough and the materials are poor. It is the lowest grade among medium-level magic weapons. Here it is The seven Dafa money is considered to be based on our past friendship."

"In other words, the old man will give him four Dafa money, even if there is smoke on his ancestral grave."

"14 dollars."

"Up to eight dollars."

The two went shirtless, haggling over pennies and pennies like vendors in a vegetable market.

In the end, it was sold with nine large coins and sixteen small coins.

Just now, he had four eyes that had suffered a big loss, but after getting the small money, he immediately smiled.

　Thanks to the book friends, "Just say what you are looking at" 500 starting coins, "Qingshan old man 1' 200 starting coins for tipping.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)