Brother Dao Committed Evil Again

The man with the red shawl is called Qian Yiwei. He is the chief disciple of the third elder, Song Zhilian. In fact, his real age is a little older than the surname Song, but the master is the teacher. In the sect, he is never called by age.

In private, more people will jokingly call this person Qian Yiwei, because the pronunciation is similar, but he himself has no feelings about it.

Of course, it is also possible to pretend to be unconscious. After all, the name is given by the parents, so can it be discarded and obtained? No matter how embarrassed it turns into anger, it doesn't help.

At this moment, in his shabby little courtyard, a slender and handsome man was playing with the huge grinding wheel boredly.

It wasn't just a casual touch, but it was like playing a paper ball. Suddenly the left hand lost the right hand, and the right hand was thrown in the air and turned to the left to catch it, and suddenly it was thrown from the back and caught in the front.

Such a monotonous thing, he played a lot of tricks for him, and it was dazzling.

It was the first time Qian Yiwei saw it, and he was inevitably stunned. He couldn't close his chin for a long time. He wiped his eyes from time to time, suspecting that he had presbyopia.

He only knew that the man he took in was a bit mysterious. Although he was a bit arrogant, he was generous and would throw a bunch of golden leaves to him at every turn.

When I first saw this person, he was lying on the bottom of a cliff with wounds all over his body. With the idea of ​​making a fortune, he dared to search for it. As a result, apart from finding a pile of broken copper and iron on the ground, don't let it go. Nothing else.

He cursed inwardly and couldn't help kicking the man. It is also that this person should not die, but he was kicked and woken up.

At that time, the other party promised that if he saved him, he would give him unlimited wealth, as much as he wanted.

He thought that the other party was just eager to survive and spoke vernacular words. After all, he was covered in Solo. He was very sure that the other party was clean and had absolutely nothing. Where did the infinite wealth come from?

With a cold snort, he didn't want to take care of him, so he turned around and was about to leave.

As a result, the sound of breaking the air behind him was heard. Those who practice the body have agile bodies, and they can easily escape with a movement of their eyes and ears.

However, he thought too much, this man was seriously injured, but he didn't want his life. The thing thrown over was soft and not lethal, and it was what he dreamed of, a golden leaf.

He has seen a lot of copper and silver in his life, and this is the first time he has seen Huang Cancan's stuff. Such a small piece is worth at least one thousand taels of silver, enough for him to eat Haisai for a year.

Without further ado, taking advantage of the cover of the night, he smuggled this man into his yard for healing.

Taiyizong's gate management is still a bit strict, not everyone can come in and out at will. Unless there is a master token, they will be expelled.

Fortunately, although this person was seriously injured, he didn't need to ask a doctor for medicine. He just provided him with three meals a day and provided him with food and clothing. It also saved Qian Yiwei a lot of worry and money.

Unexpectedly, such an ordinary person actually has such a means of reaching the sky. It really opened his eyes.

When the man had had enough and got tired of playing, and put the big grinding wheel down, he hurriedly stepped forward to flatter him.

"I didn't expect Brother Fan to be an expert, but the younger brother is wrong. I have been neglected before, so please forgive me."

The man moved his arms, stretched his body, and then said "um" slowly. Qian Yiwei seems to have seen this arrogant look many times. Even if he is not happy in his heart, he still raises a smile and asks tentatively,

"Brother Fan has such an amazing talent, what are your plans after the injury is healed?"

Fan, surnamed Fan, continued shaking his legs and fiddling with his body. After a long time, he slowly looked at Qian Yiwei, "Let go naturally when you need to go, do what you need to do, and everything follows the fate!"

After speaking, bypassing Qian Yiwei, he is about to go out. It's been almost half a month since he came to this place, and he hasn't had a good time shopping.

Qian Yiwei dared to let him leave like this, so he hurriedly stopped, "Brother Fan, please stay!"

"If you want to go out and play, I have a set of sect costumes here, please put them on. Don't worry, they are all new."

The brow surnamed Fan frowned, and said with some displeasure: "Master never wears cheap clothes."

The clothes and fabrics on his body are similar to any of them. It looks not only a little more luxurious, but also has other magical uses, such as avoiding dust, fire, water, and poison.

That is, any idiot who doesn't understand anything, still insists on washing clothes every day, and a good robe is washed into a vulgar thing.

Seeing that the surnamed Fan was about to leave the courtyard, Qian Yiwei had to compromise: "Brother Fan, please wait, I'll bring you something."

After he finished speaking, he rushed into his own room, rummaged through the boxes and turned the cabinets to find it, and finally pulled out a tin treasure box from a hidden compartment. Inside was a green jade ring with the same color hanging on it. The ear pendant, looking fluorescent and shining, is definitely not a vulgar thing.

The surnamed Fan looked at the pendant with a disgusted expression on his face, "Master...don't need such a cheap thing!"

Qian Yiwei almost didn't spit out a mouthful of old blood, "Brother, this is the token that I fought for with all my strength. The whole sect, this one, is a symbol of identity."

"Oh! It's just such a **** thing, it's worth your hard work? This life is really cheap!"

The words of the surname Fan were already thorny, and Qian Yiwei felt uncomfortable when he was stabbed, and the jade pendant in his hand was almost crushed by him.

Just when he was so angry that he wanted to throw the jade pendant in the other's face, the surnamed Fan seemed to have finally realized his conscience and took a step back: "Okay, wait for me, I'll come when I go."

I saw him rushing back into the room like the wind, and it was just the blink of an eye before and after entering and exiting, and people changed clothes and ran back.

Qian Yiwei was taken aback and said incredulously, "Is it changed so soon?"

He hasn't given him his clothes yet, where did he turn them out and put them on? Even if it is a fairy changing clothes, it is not so fast, right?

Oh, the Taoist hand is broken, how can you and other ordinary people understand it? Of course, the surnamed Fan just thought about it, and didn't really say it.

I saw a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth, blowing his bangs, and said condescendingly: "Let's go! I'm still waiting for you to take me around here, it's better to go to a place with more beauties, you know my Do you mean? Huh?"

The last word, he is a bit meaningful, Qian Yiwei is not stunned, he naturally understands, with the same smile on his face,

"Brother Fan, I know where there is more to see, let's walk around, it's not too late, if you go late, you will miss it?"

The two have the same goal, the previous unhappiness seems to have been forgotten, and the two brothers are very close, and they are interspersed towards a somewhat remote path.