God counts a ball

Regardless of whether Hua Yudu knew about the existence of Changqin, the Wu clan would definitely go there.

Ming Chu needs to pray for the common people for half a month. After the master point is over, he is taken to the side hall on the left by Ji Fanshu, which records the fate of thousands of living beings, as well as all the memories of the changes of time and everything.All blessings and prayers will be passed on to all living beings through these.

Fu Xiao took the initiative to go to the Wu Clan. He left the temple and first returned to Yaomin.A few days ago, Mu Niyin heard that Chu had succeeded to the throne, so he sent someone to deliver the succession ceremony to the temple, and sent him a message to let him go back.

Fu Xiao had just entered the territory of the human race, and was going to walk around the streets to show sympathy for the people.

The streets of the human race have always been prosperous, and various street vendors are selling their products. Restaurants, inns, pawnshops, and satin shops all look good.

Fu Xiao chose a teahouse that looked good, went in and ordered a pot of tea, and was going to listen to a song first.

Coincidentally, on the stage, two Le Ling with heavy makeup are performing a big play of Qing Ze and Hua Yu Du.

Just because Fu Xiao doesn't hear anything outside the window, it doesn't mean that the people of the human race don't either.

In all races, where there is a king, there will be people. In private, the people at the bottom of each race still have more exchanges. They are also familiar with demons, ghosts, and witches. The people of the human race who have no practice are the weakest, but After all, with the blessings of Tianyu and Yaomin City, not many people would trouble them, and they got along relatively well with each other.

The story of the leaders of the ghost and witch tribes has a hint of spread. After the storyteller changed it, it immediately turned into a love and murder, and the patriarch of the witch tribe, Hua Yudu, could not love the affectionate sadomasochism.

Fu Xiao looked at the actor playing Hua Yudu on the stage, holding a staff in one hand and crying with a handkerchief in the other, thinking of the appearance on the temple without any emotions and desires, she couldn't think of it together.

Although Fu Xiao has never met Qing Ze, but he believes that it is absolutely impossible for Qing Ze on stage to pretend not to love and ruthlessly abandon Hua Yu Du for the benefit of the clan.

As the play went down, Fu Xiao couldn't watch it any longer, and was about to leave when a familiar voice came.

"Okay, reward."

As soon as the visitor came in, he yelled "Hello", and the servant who followed immediately threw a piece of silver on the stage.

Fu Xiao sat back down again, turned to look at the door, the man was dressed in white, from a distance, he looked a little like Fu Xiao.

He was holding a paper fan in his hand, on which a heroic white dragon was drawn.

The visitor ignored the surprised eyes of the people around him, and walked straight to a table in front of the stage. There were three literati sitting there drinking tea and enjoying the opera.

The teahouse suddenly became lively, and there was a "Bai Xiaosheng" on each table to popularize science for everyone.Fu Xiao was next to the table next to her, with only two unoccupied stools in the middle, so she could hear her words clearly.

"Hehe, this man is so imposing, what is his background?" The person who spoke was a young man dressed in dignified clothes, he should be the son of a merchant.

"What's the origin? Is the guest of the house at the top of the city count?" The woman in rose-colored clothes was full of disdain in her tone.

"The head of the city? Help the family? Is it the uncle of our fairy?"

"Except for that family, who dares to have such a big show, and a mere guest can drink five or six."

Fu Xiao took a sip of tea, although he didn't know how his junior brother Nan Du became his uncle's guest, but as long as he didn't find him, he didn't bother to care.

His father had never been treated well by his uncle at home. When he was alive, he rarely took him and his mother back when he had to go back. After his father passed away, he seldom went back.

Later, when he became a fairy king, his uncle approached him once, asking him to help them find a house to live in in Yaominwang City, so that he could take care of Fu Xiao conveniently.Fu Xiao didn't have much affection for them, so naturally she rejected them straight away, but after all, they were her only relatives in this world, so she retreated and arranged a good house for them in the outer city. As for what they would do afterwards, It has nothing to do with myself.

The woman next to him continued to talk, "It is said that he is a guest, but I don't know what it is. I heard that this person was our Xianjun's junior brother before, and later he framed our Xianjun. It stands to reason how the Fu family treated him I hated him so much that he was treated as a guest of honor."

"Our Xianjun's junior brother? He is Nandu? Then how can he still have the face to enter the Fu family?"

The woman took a sip of tea, moistened her throat, and said with a sneer, "It goes without saying, of course it's some different means."

"how do I say this?"

"With that face, and the seductiveness in his bones, who does he want to hook up with, is there any reason for him to succeed?"

The man opened his mouth in surprise, but couldn't say anything, "He...he won't..."

Fu Xiao frowned, took the tea in his hand and put it away, he was at a loss for a moment.The one who had the best relationship with him before was Nan Du. He always regarded him as his own younger brother, and never found out that he had the habit of cutting off his sleeves.

The woman: "I'm not talking nonsense. My grandma cooked dinner at Fu's house before, and she told me herself."

As soon as the woman finished speaking, she saw a young servant rushing into the teahouse and heading straight for Nandu.

Fu Xiao put down the teacup completely, and watched from a distance, the young man ran to Nan Du and whispered something in his ear, afterward, Nan Du's smile gradually disappeared, turning into an extremely bored.

The servant stood by, trembling, the task assigned by the master had not been completed, he would not leave, and it would be wrong if he did not leave.

Nan Du didn't care about him anymore, and started to watch the play seriously.

At this time, the "Qingze" scene on the stage was about to end, he slowly exited the stage, but turned his head slightly, looked at Nandu, pulled his finger, and lightly threw it, hitting Nandu body, smiled, and then exited.

There are many people singing operas in the teahouse, more people listening to operas, and there are also many story books of opera actors and audiences.The listeners below think that the actors on the stage are good, with good singing skills and good looks. They often throw things on it, and the actors will appreciate and accept them. Occasionally, one or two actors can be redeemed by a wealthy boss.

But these stories are basically listeners throwing love at the actor. Today, throwing the finger at Nandu this time really made the spectators around feel fresh.

Nan Du was still in a daze holding the wrench. The door of the tavern was kicked open, and everyone turned their heads. Among them was an old man staggering, leaning on a cane, followed by two big men and two young men. .

The servant who had been standing tremblingly behind Nan Du just now also ran over quickly and pestered the visitor to enter.

Fu Xiao glanced at the person who came, and felt familiar, but couldn't remember who it was, turned to Nan Du to look, the person was still calmly staring at the finger.

With the support of the servant, the old man walked up to Nan Du, grabbed the finger in his hand, and threw it on the ground. Old man's hand.

Fu Xiao still can't remember who this person is, but he doesn't need to think about it now, the person next to him has already told him the answer.

The Fu family also has a business. In the early years, the cloth art has been very popular in various cities. Occasionally, the son of the merchant family next to him will see the head of the Fu family, and he will say in surprise: "This is the current Fu family. The head of the house, I heard that he seldom goes out, why did he come here today?"

"This is the head of the Fu family?" The woman obviously has never seen this person before, nor did she think that the current head of the Fu family is an old man, "He is so old, but Nan Du is still so young, the two of them really are... ...Tut tut."

At the end of the woman's words, she couldn't continue, and Fu Xiao felt goosebumps all over her body when she heard it beside her. This old man is her uncle.

Because my uncle has never practiced spiritually, he will suffer from birth, old age, sickness and death just like ordinary people, and his life span is only a hundred years.

Calculated in this way, Fu Xiao has been on the throne for more than 100 years, and his uncle should be more than 130 years old now. It is not bad if he is still alive. It really doesn't matter what he looks like.

But Nandu is different. He came out of Shangxiantai. Like Fu Xiao, he has practiced. He will not be tortured by birth, old age, sickness and death, and his life will be longer.No matter what the relationship between the two was before, now an old man and a young man stand together like this, how strange it looks.

"No, there is a problem." The man pointed to the two people in the middle of the teahouse, and continued, "It must be that this old thing can't satisfy him, so I ran out to find a new mistress."

As soon as the man finished speaking, a fan flew towards him, Fu Xiao hurriedly blocked it, and the fan fell into his hands, he picked it up and took a look, it was the same one that Nan Du just took.

Fu Xiao raised his head, and Nan Du had already flown in front of them. When he saw Fu Xiao, he was startled at first, and then he bypassed him and attacked the man behind him. Fu Xiao couldn't stop him, and saw Nan Du slap him in the face. face.

"He looks like a dog but can't speak human words. After chewing his tongue for so long, shouldn't he pay a price?"

Seeing that Nandu was about to make another move, Fu Xiao immediately made a move and stopped him.

"Don't meddle in your own business." Nandu's hands were bound by him, but he had no intention of stopping.

"It's just a mortal, if you slap him, his life will be gone." Fu Xiao grasped his hand tightly, fearing that if he made a mistake, this person's life would be killed.

"That's what he deserves. You just sit next to him. You heard every word he said." Nandu looked at Fu Xiao fiercely, his eyes full of resentment, "You don't want to talk about me." I don't care, it doesn't matter, anyway, I'm not a good person, but I really didn't expect, Fu Xiao, Fu Xiao, you are really cold-blooded and ruthless, you can let these people say that about your uncle, you say, let him know How heartbreaking."

As if afraid that the person would not hear, Nan Du shouted the last sentence to the center of the teahouse.

And the people around, especially the two people at the next table just now, were all frightened at this moment, and they all knelt down at this moment.

Who would have thought that, just to drink tea, we would meet our Lord Xianjun, and gossip about his uncle and junior brother in front of him.

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