big master, big liar

Ji Yunxi knew a long time ago that Song Xuan was a strange person, and most of the people from the third class and the third religion knew him well.

But Fang Qiutang's strangeness was indeed beyond his imagination.

Fang Qiutang's yard is not big, and it is full of iron, wood, porcelain, and some things made of unknown materials. They are piled up in strange shapes, which is daunting.

Of course, there are also some interesting things, such as puppets who can dance by themselves, beads that can be knocked back and forth by themselves, knives that can shrink, and some modified Luban locks and nine chains piled up in the corners.

As soon as Fang Qiutang entered the door, he placed a crystal crystal with a gold wire frame on his right eye, and at the same time told Song Xuan: "Take care of your second dog. Now that it is broken, I don't have the money to buy a new one."

Song Xuan had told Ergou a long time ago: "Don't worry, Ergou is very well-behaved and won't mess around."

Fang Qiutang looked at Ergou, who was grinning at the door, and couldn't help muttering: "I don't know who we are blind, even wolfdogs can't tell the difference."

Ever since Fang Qiutang saw Ergou, he had been staring at him, no matter how he looked, he didn't look like a dog, even though he was made worse than a dirt dog by Song Xuan, there were still some differences between wolf dogs.

Ordinary people can't see it, but Fang Qiutang can.

But if it is a wolf——

Fang Qiutang watched him circling around Song Xuan's feet, wagging his tail, and deeply felt that Ergou had really humiliated the wolf.

There were no chairs in the room, Fang Qiutang swept out two cushions from the mess, and invited Song Xuan and Ji Yunxi to sit down: "It's a pity that they thought these were worthless when they ransacked the house—just return them like this." I broke a lot, and I haven't fixed them all yet."

Song Xuan came with a jar of honey wine by himself, poured three cups out of his strange utensils, and then sat down.

Ji Yunxi could vaguely piece together some past events from the conversation between the two of them.

The fate of Song Xuan and Fang Qiutang has to be traced back to the time when Song Xuan was young and learned how to deceive and deceive in Sifang City.

At that time, Song Xuan had just left the Song family and started to learn how to run the world. He was poor, had no skills, and was still young, so it was difficult for him to make ends meet.He was only short of begging on the street, almost sold out.Fortunately, he has the ability to read people's memory, so he discovered the human trafficker's scam early, but nothing major happened.

After wandering for a long time, I came into contact with some livelihoods in the rivers and lakes, and learned some ways to earn a living.

He used to be an apprentice with a few swindlers, and a ranger with a group of wild boys, but his heart was too soft, he was reluctant to do many things, and he was unwilling to do them. I couldn't make a living anymore.

Song Xuan began to think about ways to get money by himself.

There is a family of people from the Jianghu, called the Jinmen business, they are all people from the Jianghu who use pens to make a living, and most of them use fortune-telling and fortune-telling.He knew that he should be able to be a fortune-telling alchemist by virtue of his uniqueness and a few words in writing.

It's just that this towel door scam can be regarded as a craft. Although Song Xuan can read a few words, many of the secret methods in it are passed down from master to apprentice. It is really difficult for outsiders to enter this industry.

Song Xuan tried every means to get in touch with those alchemists, but he just stole from his memory, which was limited after all.

And the most difficult thing to penetrate is the tricks of some alchemists.

For example, most alchemists have the ability to slay demons and demons with one move.It is to go to a certain house under the banner to catch ghosts and collect demons, then draw ghosts on the talisman paper, then dip a mahogany sword in clean water, cut the paper, and the edge of the paper will turn red.

At that time, these alchemists would say that this is the ghost that was fixed on the paper and killed by him, and the red on the edge is the blood that the ghost bleeds.

Song Xuan couldn't figure out how the good paper bleeds.

He tried again and again, but couldn't achieve the same effect.

It wasn't until he met Fang Qiutang that the mystery was revealed.

"Turmeric turns red when it meets alkaline water, what's there to think about." Fang Qiutang's mouth was already very poisonous at that time. "Oh, by the way, you are half illiterate, it's normal not to know."

"The talisman paper must have been treated with turmeric. The sword was dipped in either clean water or alkaline water. This kind of chopping—" Fang Qiutang gestured a chopping motion with his arm. "It's like bleeding from the edge of the paper."

Fang Qiutang resolved this doubt for Song Xuan, and became Song Xuan's best teacher in learning quack tricks.

He can tinker with things that other alchemists can tinker with, and he can tinker with things that cannot be tinkered with by other methods.

Even the subset of classics and history that Song Xuan read later, a large part of it was learned from Fang Qiutang.

Of course, at that time, Fang Qiutang did not expect that Song Xuan, who was originally very clever, would become even more powerful after studying seriously. He could speak clearly and logically even when blindfolded.

Later, the two of them got to know each other well, and they began to plan scams together, specially to deceive big households near Sifang City. The money that came was split between the two.

Later, Fang Qiutang saved the silver and used it as capital, and started a business by relying on his own ability.The ideas he thought of were fresh, and the things he made were even more ingenious. After a long time, he has made quite a reputation.

So much so that later, those parasites in Fang's family who had nothing to do with production and gnawed at their roots all had to post upside down to get a share of the pie.

The Fang family is an imperial merchant in name, but when it comes to the abilities of the younger generation, they might not be Fang Qiutang's match even if they are tied together.

What's more, Fang Qiutang has a sharp tongue and is even more indifferent to these so-called family members. How can he be a bully?

Even though the Fang family wanted to take advantage of it, they would always be scolded for being bloody, come arrogantly, and leave in a hurry.

In addition, at that time, Song Xuan had also gained some fame in the city, and everyone would call him "Mr. Xiao Song" wherever he went, and even those local snakes who ran gambling shops and lent money had to respect him three points.

So Fang Qiutang and Song Xuan, in the Sifang City, can be said to be in charge of the wind and rain for a while, come one to one, and two to go against each other, stripping off the face of the Fang family, and they didn't let them take advantage of it.

Later, Song Xuan got tired of staying in Sifang City, and did everything he could.They are all neighbors in the street, and it is not good to always deceive their own people, so he went out to travel by himself.

As for what happened behind Fang Qiutang, Song Xuan had the opportunity to know a few words, but he was in the Northland at that time, so he didn't know the details.

All he knew was that the Fang family seemed to be in trouble, but he didn't expect to be involved in the affairs of the higher authorities.

Although Fang Qiutang was not on the genealogy, it was very dangerous to earn his life from the crime of ransacking his family and exterminating his family.

What he said now was calm and calm, but he didn't know what the situation was at the time.

The reunion of old friends was very enjoyable. The two wines were drunk three times, and Fang Qiutang held his own jar to present treasures to Song Xuan, muttering indiscriminately: "Try it, try it, my wine can Can't you sell it?"

Song Xuan pulled out the cork and took two gulps, almost dazed by the smell of alcohol: "Your wine will not be sold right now."

"...Huh? What did you say?" Fang Qiutang stared at him vaguely through the glass pane with his right eye.

"I said you will definitely not be able to sell it. People in Hengyang are addicted to sweets. Your wine is too strong. It might be better to put it in the Northland." Song Xuan was dizzy from drinking, and was overwhelmed by those two drinks. Tongue, I can't even speak fluently.

"Oh... yes, you are from Hengyang, you know this." Fang Qiutang patted Song Xuan's back and said intermittently. "Then it's not for sale, it's not for sale, let's sell it for something else..."

When Ji Yunxi heard this, the brows of Ji Yunxi slightly moved.

From Hengyang?

Song Xuan's drinking capacity is not good, Fang Qiutang is seven points worse than him, in the early years when Fang Qiutang went out to do business, even when drinking honey wine, he could be vomited, and even went the wrong way, running all the way to Song Xuan's house Go drunk.

Song Xuan knew his wine taste too well, before he was drunk and foolish, he quickly took Ji Yunxi's hand: "Axi, go to his kitchen and look around to see if he can get a bowl of hangover soup."

His eyes were blurred and slack, and a faint flush appeared on his face at some point, completely different from his usual appearance.

Ji Yunxi's Adam's apple twitched.

However, Song Xuan thought he didn't hear it, and called softly: "Axi...Axi..."

The sound was sweeter than the mead he had just drunk.

"I see." Ji Yunxi turned and left as if fleeing, leaving only two drunks behind, laughing and playing drunk.

"You...Your brother, where did you pick it up? Huh?" Fang Qiutang leaned on Song Xuan's back in a daze.

"It was picked up by bandits." Song Xuan said.

Fang Qiutang didn't know if he understood, and while pouring wine into his mouth, he muttered, "Oh... son of a bandit, no wonder."

Song Xuan squinted his eyes in a daze: "No wonder what?"

"No wonder... hehe, like a wolf." Fang Qiutang laughed softly.

Song Xuan raised his hand and gave him a look: "Everyone you see looks like a wolf, so does Ergou, and so does Axi. If you want me to say, your cub looks the most like a wolf."

It was Song Xuan who was drunk, otherwise he would never have mentioned that person in front of Fang Qiutang.

"Believe it or not, I, Fang Qiutang, have never passed by... looking at people." Fang Qiutang waved his arms. "The boy's eyes are much more ruthless than Ji Ni's back then."

Fang Qiutang was also drunk, otherwise he wouldn't have mentioned the name.

"He was the same age as Ji Ni..." Fang Qiutang didn't know what to think, and elbowed Song Xuan who was behind the pestle with his elbow: "Song Xuan, believe me, you're going to die."

Song Xuan didn't know what he was talking about, and retorted instinctively: "Can I tell fortunes or can you tell fortunes? You just fell."

"Me? I've been killed a long time ago..." Fang Qiutang laughed softly, and never brought up the topic again, just talking nonsense about making money.

Song Xuan didn't bring up this topic again, they tacitly forgot someone.