Knowing that my best friend has a crush on me for a thousand years

At this time, more than half of the autumn in Lizhou has passed, and the weather is getting colder. People have to add a thin layer of clothing to keep out the cold sooner or later.

When Lin Mucheng and Wen Shifeng came here, there was a thick fog in Licheng, which was surrounded by mountains and rivers. The fog was so thick that people could not be seen three feet away. It gradually became lively.

A few days ago in Lizhou City, a man died. The man was originally a strong man with a height of eight feet.

Lin Mucheng took a demon queen from Lianzhou and came to Lizhou overnight. He waited outside the city gate early in the morning until the city gate opened. He looked at the thick demonic aura over Lizhou and sighed: "When It’s a mixed blessing.”

The joy is that this demon must have a good way, and accepting it can make the restless demon-killing knife calm down a lot; the worry is that the people in this city are probably in dire straits, and they must have suffered a lot these years. Some are coming.

Wen Shifeng yawned lazily with his black eyes that hadn't closed all night. He lazily leaned against the vermilion city gate, flapping his hand with a face of indifference, and said, "If you take it, you can rest for a while and make it up to me. , at least let me sleep well."

As he spoke, he stood up and went to sit on the floor under the city wall next to the city gate, probably because he was too sleepy, and without caring about his demeanor, he leaned against the wall and fell asleep.

Lin Mucheng smiled helplessly, walked over to sit beside him, and borrowed a shoulder for him to sleep on.

After the rooster crowed three times, the gate of the city opened wide, and Lin Mucheng realized that it was dawn under the thick fog.

Wen Shifeng didn't wake up, he had already fallen asleep, it seemed that he was really tired, but Lin Mucheng didn't feel sleepy, he stared at the white mist, his star-like eyes blinked from time to time.

Time has passed too long, more than 1000 years have passed in a blink of an eye, and many things can't be remembered clearly. He is no longer the Immortal Lord Fengguang Jiyue Si Ling, but a traitor who was hunted down, a threat to the heavens.

At this time, Wen Shifeng's mocking and smiling voice suddenly came from beside him: "Thinking about those crap things again?"

Wen Shifeng didn't know when he woke up, after he said that, he got up and patted the ashes on his body, preparing to leave here.

Lin Mucheng immediately stood up while supporting the wall, the corners of his mouth curved into a gentle arc like a crescent moon, his eyes were soft like a puddle of water, but his voice was a little low: "It's better to think about it, after all, there are some things you can't forget, otherwise what's the point of persisting for so long?" significance."

Wen Shifeng didn't take it seriously. When he heard Lin Mucheng's reasoning, he closed the folding fan in his hand and turned it around for a while. After getting over this demonic obstacle, do you have to treat me to a good meal?"

Lin Mucheng smiled and looked at him without saying a word, with a firm face all over his face, "If you pay, I can consider inviting you".

It was getting late, and the two went to the nearest steamed stuffed bun shop first when they entered the city. Lin Mucheng could get by with eating, but seeing Wen Shifeng's thin and pitiful appearance, he suddenly felt that it was time for a good meal.

As he walked, he said gently: "If you want to eat good food, you can make money. When the time comes, I will set up a stall and sell you a few handwritten calligraphy and paintings, and you can eat whatever you want. Boss, here are six steamed buns, and help pack them." stand up."

The owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop had been sizing up the handsome young man from out of town. He was shocked when he heard Lin Mucheng's yelling, and immediately answered "Okay" and helped them wrap six steamed stuffed buns with oiled paper.

Seeing this, Lin Mucheng immediately said again: "Boss, separate the bags, four or two, I eat four, he eats two."

Hearing this gentle and pleasant voice, the owner of the steamed bun shop couldn't help but raise his eyebrows to look at him, and reminded him: "Young master, a piece of oiled paper costs one penny."

Lin Mucheng's smile froze, he glanced at Wen Shifeng, and sighed: "I want money, so I won't separate them, just four of them will do."

Wen Shifeng on the side was stunned, thinking that he would treat him to two meals, but never thought that he would give up on him because of a piece of greaseproof paper, and was so annoyed that he cursed "God damn fox" in his mouth. Squeezing him away from the shop, he said, "Boss, I'll come and pack four of them."

Lin Mucheng took out five copper coins from his waist and offered them, and carefully stretched out his hand to hook the buns on the shop table, and discussed: "Fengzi, I only have enough to buy my own food, and you pay for the buns yourself, okay?"

Wen Shifeng didn't think that Lin Mucheng, who gave up on him because of a piece of oil paper, would pay for him, but when he heard people say this, he ignored him, gritted his teeth, took out a ten taels of silver from his pocket, and said angrily : "Damn it, it cost me another five cents."

Lin Mucheng: "..."

Looking at the ten taels of silver that Wen Shifeng handed over, he felt that the gap between the rich and the poor between himself and him was a bit big.

He frowned helplessly and spread his hands: "My five cents have to be squeezed out between my teeth."

Wen Shifeng took the recovered money and put it away, took a bite while holding the steaming steamed buns, and replied inarticulately: "Nonsense, you clearly have six coins! Otherwise, why did you buy six buns in the first place? "

Lin Mucheng smiled and said, "I have to save money, otherwise I won't be able to live my life."

Wen Shifeng scoffed.

Leaving the steamed stuffed bun shop, Lin Mu could eat a meat bun in two bites while walking along the side of the city. After eating, he glanced at the oiled paper in Wen Shifeng's arms, and saw that there were two left.

Seeing this, Wen Shifeng immediately hugged the steamed stuffed bun tightly: "Eat so fast, I won't be afraid of choking you to death."

After speaking, he also subconsciously speeded up his eating.

The market here is bustling, and Lin Mucheng, who was deeply aware of poverty and worrying about the people, stopped, looked at the people passing by on the street, and suddenly wanted to do something, so he went to the side of the road and squatted down.

Seeing his strange behavior, Wen Shifeng turned around and was about to ask him what he was doing, when he saw him take out a piece of cloth from the Qiankun bag on his waist and spread it on the ground, and then took out the yellow talisman to cover it all over, and started yelling without grace : "Sold talismans, sold talismans! One penny and one talisman, save your life and eliminate disasters, eliminate disasters and solve problems. If you can't buy it, you will suffer losses, and you can't be fooled. If you miss this village, there will be no shop here!"

Wen Shifeng swallowed the last mouthful of buns, walked over and squatted down, narrowing her cold eyes: "The previous few towns refused to sell, why are you willing to come here? Pay back a penny? Why don't you give it away? ?”

Lin Mucheng smiled lightly: "Those little monsters, it's a waste of my talismans to sell them. It's very hard for me to draw one, and a penny is money."

After finishing speaking, he began to yell again: "Come, come, don't miss it when you pass by, one penny and one talisman, you can get whatever you want, protect your family and town house, and solve disasters and problems."

Wen Shifeng was so angry that she swallowed a mouthful of blood: "Is this the reason why you sold my calligraphy and paintings to make money and pay back [-] to [-] cents?"

Lin Mucheng shut up resentfully, just as someone came over to take a look, he immediately got up and asked him what talisman he wanted with a smile, but the man only looked at the talismans all over the floor, then walked away with disgust on his face, cursing A disgusting fake Taoist.

"...a penny... You can't buy it and you will suffer..." Lin Mucheng's voice gradually became weaker, he didn't know what was going on, "????"

Seeing Lin Mucheng slumped, Wen Shifeng was finally a little happy, squatting with arms folded and raising her eyebrows, a smile almost overflowed from the corner of her mouth.

Not long after, two or three girls gathered around, and one girl covered her mouth and smiled and said, "Looking at how talented you are, how can you sell this deceitful thing? Why don't you do a decent job to make a living."

After finishing speaking, the girls laughed, and immediately surrounded Lin Mucheng and left without waiting for a word.

Lin Mucheng was hit hard. If he didn't want to save the people from the fire, how could he sell it so cheaply? It's not worth as much as Wen Shifeng, and yet he is still disgusted?It's just... unbearable.

He bent down to put away his talisman, and sighed heavily: "Why do you think these people don't want to live anymore?"

"It's not that they don't want to live, it's that they think you're lying to them," Wen Shifeng stood up with a smile, and reached out to pat Lin Mucheng, who was lying down and tidying up, but smiled back, he couldn't stand Lin Mucheng being bullied, such a group of people What qualifications do people have to be rescued, so they persuaded, "Let's go, if we don't want to be rescued, let's go directly to Fengcheng."

Fengcheng was their next target, Lin Mucheng didn't say anything, just silently put the talisman into the Qiankun bag on his waist, picked up the cloth spread on the floor, shook off the dust, folded it up and put it away again, and then squinted in awe Looking at the girls who hadn't gone far with his hands on his hips, he sighed, frowned and said, "Why don't we just give these talismans to them."

Wen Shifeng's face turned cold, and he asked with a smile: "What do you want to do?"

Lin Mucheng replied: "Eliminate demons, save people."

"Yeah, you really like to do things that don't please you with a hot face and a cold ass," Wen Shifeng looked at him, "It's really right for the demon king and demon king to chase and kill you, and he should just kill you, life is so hard .”

Lin Mucheng suddenly smiled gently: "I have a plan. Sending this talisman out to collect this monster will definitely get twice the result with half the effort. When you are done, please have dinner at the biggest restaurant in Lizhou City, why don't you?"

Wen Shifeng couldn't be cruel to Lin Mucheng, thinking that even if he didn't agree, Lin Mucheng would finish it all by himself. He pretended to compromise and agree for a meal, and reached out his hand helplessly: "Yes, give me half."

Lin Mucheng was afraid that he would repent, so he immediately took out half of the talisman from the Qiankun bag and threw it in his hand. Wen Shifeng suddenly asked him: "Do you have money to treat me to dinner?"

Lin Mucheng curled his lips: "I have oranges and fine wine, but I don't have money."

Hearing this, Wen Shifeng subconsciously wrinkled his face, stretched out his hands to pinch his chin in disgust, looked at the people carefully from left to right, and said contemptuously: "It's not like your body is being backlashed, it's clearly that your brain has been backlashed, have you seen it before? People don’t have money to eat, but people have to drink oranges while eating.”

Lin Mucheng didn't care, he teased, and said with a smile: "This meal must be affordable, I still have the last ten taels of silver hidden in the sole of my shoe."

Wen Shifeng was obviously taken aback, glanced at his black boots, and suddenly smiled maliciously, put his hands on his shoulders and approached him, raised his eyebrows and asked him softly, "Aren't you hurting your feet?"

Wen Shifeng coveted his money for a long time, Lin Mucheng quickly jumped away, pushing his hands to keep people from approaching, and hurriedly replied: "Not at all, not at all."

Seeing the reaction of the poor ghost Lin Mucheng, Wen Shifeng not only held his forehead and smiled, but suddenly a pen appeared in his hand, held it in his hand and twirled it a few times, then turned and left, saying: "Please remember to eat when you are done, Yin-Yang Bagua Formation Yes, I'm going to the south."

Hearing the yin-yang gossip formation, Lin Mucheng curled his lips, replied "yes", and walked in the opposite direction.

After all, Wen Shifeng, who has been an old friend for thousands of years, still knows him very well. Similarly, Lin Mucheng also knows Wen Shifeng very well. This Wen Shifeng has a hobby-like buying ink stones.

Obviously, the ink stone on his body is enough for him to use for thousands of years, but once he takes a fancy to a piece of ink stone, he can't even walk. It was like this a few days ago. Enough for him to buy hundreds of jugs of wine.

It was a piece of ink stone I saw in the wild market, it was pink, very strange, although the price in the wild market was much cheaper than that in the ghost market, it was no different for Lin Mucheng.

At that time, Wen Shifeng bought that piece of ink stone with almost no money, so he immediately took all the money from Lin Mucheng, but unfortunately he still didn't get it all together. So, Lin Mucheng was almost mortgaged there by him. Fortunately, the merchant didn't want him. Drive people away.

Thinking of this, Lin Mucheng took off the hip flask at his waist as he walked and took a sip with his head up. He wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and put the hip flask on his waist again, thinking that it would be better to collect some money next time. To make ends meet, life seems a bit sad if it goes on like this.

He crossed the streets and alleys, and when he met a house, he pasted the talisman in his hand on the top of the wall. The talisman was pasted, and then disappeared, and it disappeared automatically.

Lin Mucheng posted the talismans very fast, and quickly pasted more than half of the houses in the north of the city. When he was about to paste a house with a large yard and planted an osmanthus tree but was deserted, he felt something was wrong. Clenching his chin and thinking for a while, he climbed over the wall and entered.

The air of death and evil inside was very heavy. Lin Mucheng ran to the closed window, and heard two voices sighing intertwinedly, one was from a young woman and the other was from an old man. The man's voice was old and heavy. , presumably this woman's father.