[Comprehensive martial arts] Mr. Psychic Medium

Zhong Yanqiu left the teahouse and went back to his residence. He was not disturbed by Gong Jiu at all. When he passed by Xiyuan, he took a detour to weigh a few taels of lotus leaf cake - he wanted to buy sweet-scented osmanthus cake, but the shopkeeper The stored sugar osmanthus is used up, so I only sell the seasonal lotus leaf cake and lotus cake.

He carried the lotus leaf cake and walked towards the yard where he was temporarily staying. The lotus leaf cake was wrapped in large lotus leaves. The freshly baked cake was hot, and the tempting sweet aroma escaped from the gaps in the lotus leaf bag. Then he dripped all the way, and the little beggar behind him bit his finger and followed.

When Zhong Yanqiu left, he left, and when Zhong Yanqiu stopped, he also stopped. Maybe he was born a little stupid, the little beggar would just stare at the lotus leaf bag in Zhong Yanqiu's hand and drool, thin and thin. The child's face was so dirty that he couldn't see his true colors, but his eyes were dark and bright, and he could see everything at a glance.

Zhong Yanqiu turned his head to look at him, and the child just stared at him eagerly, like a little puppy staring at a fleshy bone.

"Take it, take it." Zhong Yanqiu reluctantly gave the lotus leaf cake in his hand to the unexpected little tail, and returned to the courtyard empty-handed.

It was already dusk, and the red-dyed sky reflected the kapoks that were burning all over the city. It seemed that the air was covered with an ambiguous red. The girl in the yard next door was singing an unknown tune, maybe it was a local song. For folk songs, Zhong Yanqiu couldn't understand the lyrics, but he also found it pleasant to hear.

The setting sun dragged the shadows long, and the shadows were distorted into strange shapes by the undulating bluestone slabs, and some of them could not be seen as human shadows.

At this moment, the air was so viscous as to be intoxicated, as if falling into a dreamland that seemed real and unreal, making people unable to tell where they were.

When the moon rose, Zhong Yanqiu set up a small table under the plane tree in the front yard. The six sons prepared good wine for him, and put it in a large ice basin. The wine was bottled in glass bottles from the Western Regions. , the thin-necked bottle is crystal clear, and the mouth of the bottle is plugged with bayberry. When drinking, poke the bayberry into the bottle, and the juice of the bayberry that falls into the wine overflows, and even the wine is mixed with the freshness and sweetness of the fruit.

Xiyuan delivered the dishes he ordered, four hot and cold dishes each with meat and vegetables, and eight kinds of hot soup with dim sum. They were brought in two food boxes. The bottom of the food box containing the hot dishes was charcoal fire. It was still hot when it was taken out.

The wine has not yet been opened, and some drunkards have already knocked on the gate of the small courtyard following the smell. The people who came there were the most shameless, and they sat down very consciously before the host could say hello, and took a sip of the wine. Let's taste it, and complain that the wine is not strong enough, and want to eat Nanyuan's boiled conch slices and big three-yuan skirt fins. Thanks to Zhong Yanqiu's good temper, he was not beaten out.

But speaking of it, no matter where he went, no matter what his downfall was, this drunkard with a hippie smile was always a guest of his master's house.

Who called him Lu Xiaofeng?

So Zhong Yanqiu put up with his voracious and impolite eating behavior, and even filled him with a bowl of soup to keep him from choking.

Lu Xiaofeng's cheeks were bulging, he raised his head and gulped down the soup in one gulp, then lay down on the table and let out a long sigh of relief, "I'm back alive."

"You weren't like this a few hours ago." Zhong Yanqiu looked at Lu Xiaofeng's disheveled appearance, and asked someone to boil hot water for him to wash.

"A few hours ago was a few hours ago, and now is now." Lu Xiaofeng poured himself a glass of wine and sipped it tastefully, "A few hours are enough to molt hundreds of chickens."

"Who is so idle and has nothing to trouble you?" Zhong Yanqiu also poured a glass of wine, the color of the wine was bright yellow, with hints of red bayberry, "Didn't the Tsing Yi Building just stop?"

Lu Xiaofeng rubbed his chin and shook his head, "I bumped into the scariest thing in the world this time, pity the new clothes and shoes I just bought, it's just ruined like this."

"You still have the time to care about your new shoes and clothes, which means that these things are not so scary." Zhong Yanqiu said.

Lu Xiaofeng sighed bitterly, "If I don't care about my clothes and shoes, I have to worry about whether my ears will be bitten off."

If it was Tsing Yi Lou, he could still play tricks on the other party with different colors, but this time, not only was there no reason to bump into him, he could only run around like a mouse, beat and scolded and dared not fight back.

Rewind the time to a few hours ago, when Lu Xiaofeng took Jiang Chongwei to see the injury, he knew that this matter was not easy, so he didn't go to the ordinary clinic, but took Jiang Chongwei to the black street.

The black street is not a good place. After leaving the Nanwang Mansion, it took a long time to turn around and turn into a small alley near the root of the city wall. There are small shops in the dilapidated and narrow alleys, which are deserted in summer.

At the base of the wall was a stinking idler, and a shirtless gambling man was sitting on the corner of the street. This place and the Nanwang Mansion were like two worlds.

But both Lu Xiaofeng and Jiang Chongwei know that there are at least ten fugitives that the government is chasing, twenty thieves with the fastest hands and feet, and thirty thugs who fight and kill people in dark alleys on behalf of others. No matter what you want to do in Wuyang City, it is difficult.

There is a fly restaurant at the bottom of the alley, and the guy speaks a bewildering southeast dialect, and the meat soup boiling in the cauldron exudes a wonderful aroma that is irresistible.

Jiang Chongwei is no stranger to this place. Once he smells the aroma of meat soup, he will never forget it.

"If I came here in the past, I wouldn't leave without eating three or five bowls." As he said this, a lonely look appeared on his face, like the loneliness of a hero's end and a beauty's twilight.

"If you want to eat now, no one will care if you eat three to five hundred bowls." Lu Xiaofeng said with a smile, "But I don't treat guests."

When you are sad, having a friend who is willing to accompany you will always make you feel better. Jiang Chongwei forced a smile, groped for a table and chair and sat down, "Then I want a bowl."

As soon as they were seated, the waiter brought out two bowls of meat soup from the cauldron, Lu Xiaofeng handed the spoons to Jiang Chongwei, and led him to find the bowls.

It is difficult for people who can't see to do anything, especially Jiang Chongwei who just lost his eyes and didn't get used to it at all. When he raised the spoon, he couldn't find his mouth. When he lifted his hand, it touched his nose. He couldn't eat after two mouthfuls , fists clenched and landed on the table, suppressing anger and unwillingness.

Lu Xiaofeng also put down his spoon, he was very hungry - ever since he received the letter from "Jiang Chongwei", he has been running around day and night, and today he only ate a piece of dry pancake, which he had to pour water to swallow To go into the stomach, but seeing his friend like this, his stomach is like being stuffed with a heavy stone, not only can't feel the hunger, but also feels bloated and painful, so uncomfortable that he wants to vomit .

This was the first time that Lu Xiaofeng sat here and didn't know what to eat.

He sighed, raised his hand and made a strange gesture towards the guy, who immediately came up with a smiling face and asked him what he wanted.

Lu Xiaofeng came to find another friend of his, and if anyone in Wuyang City can find a doctor who is smart enough, only this friend has the confidence.

Jiang Chongwei already knew who Lu Xiaofeng was taking him to find, he sighed and said, "It's really embarrassing for you."

Lu Xiaofeng smiled and said, "We are all friends, so there is nothing to be embarrassed about."

The clerk led them through the shop, and the back door led to a more narrow and dirty alley. The summer sun scorched the sewage on the ground, emitting a foul smell, and flies were flying everywhere.

At the end of this alley is a narrow door. Through the narrow door, you enter an unremarkable grocery store. Behind the curtain strewn with acacia beans and black beans is an incomparably grandeur. If you have never walked in, then no matter who you are I can't even imagine that there is such a treasure hidden in this dirty alley.

White jade teacups and crystal fruit plates hang on the wall is Wu Daozi's character Han Gan's horse, and the top banner is an authentic work by Wang Xizhi.

A thin and pale man sat on the couch and greeted them. He was so thin that there was only a piece of skin left, and he was still wrapped in a thick robe in the hot weather. It was hard to imagine that such a person commanded the entire black street. Those desperadoes who are willing to go through fire and water for him as long as he says a word.

Lu Xiaofeng didn't know his name, maybe even he himself forgot, he was only called Snake King by others, he was cold and vicious, but he was always extremely generous to his friends, Lu Xiaofeng didn't even need to ask him, he would He has asked people to find the best doctor under his command.

"Thank you for your kindness." Jiang Chongwei cupped his fists and said, "If you have any orders in the future, I, Jiang Chongwei, will not hesitate to say anything."

He himself is considered a half official, and the friction between Nanwang Mansion and Heijie has not been rare in the past. A few days ago, he just led someone to disable one of the Snake King's men. They won't let him in.

"You are Lu Xiaofeng's friend." The Snake King said, "Since he brought you here, it means there must be something wrong. If something happens, he can still think of coming to me, just treat me as a friend, that's enough!"

Lu Xiaofeng laughed and told the Snake King to drink three hundred cups of the best wine, so that Jiang Chongwei, the wounded patient, would be greedy to death.

Jiang Chongwei quarreled with him pretending to be helpless, and then followed the doctor to another room to see a doctor.

The Snake King was very warm and generous to Lu Xiaofeng as a friend, prepared good wine and good food to treat him, and asked someone to invite the most famous singer in the city to come to his door, served by a beautiful maid.

He still has a lot of face in Wuyang City, and soon Ouyang Qing, the number one in the Yiqing Court, rushed over in a green cloth sedan chair. She was wearing a goose yellow skirt, holding a piano, black hair, white With a blunt face and a dimple on one side, he always smiles at everyone he meets.

It is said that her greatest skill is that she treats everyone the same, whether old or young, beautiful or ugly, as long as you have money, then in her eyes you are the cutest person in the world.

She is not an extremely beautiful woman, but this alone is enough to make many men fascinated. What is even more commendable is that she has a charm that makes her value money, but she is not at all vulgar.

Ouyang Qing also brought a maid, all dressed in emerald green dresses, her face was downcast and she couldn't see her eyes clearly.

"Slave Ouyang Qing, I'd like to greet you both." Ouyang Qing curled herself up, and the maid set up the piano for her, and lit incense again.

She sat upright and plucked the strings lightly, the gurgling sound of the piano flowing from her delicate white fingertips.