Why is the heartthrob protagonist like that?

Although the appearance of Youqian Inn looks tattered and tattered, in fact, the inside... well, it is also tattered.

Fortunately, the room was cleaned cleanly, and the missing part of the table leg was carefully repaired. It used a book, and the book and the table leg fit perfectly. Judging from the color, it should be a new book, and the cover is a fresh bright yellow.

I heard from Brother Ang that the boss Qian who runs this inn is also a monk, but now his son inherited his father's business and took over this dilapidated small inn.Since he is a monk, is it possible that the book on the foot of the table is some kind of exercise secret book?

Wen Chuyi rubbed his chin thoughtfully, how about...take a look?

Holding the table up slightly with one hand, the other hand quickly pulled out the book.

Wen Chuyi flicked the dust off the cover, and sat on a stool beside it. There was no text on the cover, and it felt a special touch. With a trace of expectation and curiosity, he opened the book.

"Ba... Domineering True Monarch Pretty Disciple?"

He picked up the book and took a closer look. On the lower left corner of the title page were neatly written seven small characters. It seemed that the person who wrote the book also felt that the name was too shameful, and wished it could be written in a smaller size.

Wen Chuyi slowly showed the expression of the subway grandfather looking at his mobile phone, and his fingers trembling slightly while holding the book.

I didn't expect you to be such a money boss.

He turned to the next page, and the thickly ground ink exuded a special fragrance, and there was a paragraph written, which should be the introduction:

"Yu Li is a cold and handsome True Monarch who is high above the ground, but he is just an ordinary disciple outside the sect. The two people who should have had no relationship at all met in an accident. He gradually fell in love with the Immortal-like True Monarch Yuli There was a secret love affair, but at this time Zhenjun Yuli proposed to accept him as a disciple. He was very painful and entangled in his heart, and he didn't dare to express his intentions, so he could only accept it. He did things like that..."

What kind of thing?

Wen Chuyi squinted his eyes suspiciously, but Zhenjun Yuli...is familiar, it seems that the name of the hero's future master is also called by this name.

Although the introduction felt a bit strange to him, he had to say that he was also aroused a little curiosity, and at the same time, he also had a beaver guess about Boss Qian's dark circles that were almost drooping to his chin--reading novels, or the kind of overnight.

Wen Chuyi didn't do this less in the past, but compared to his "staying up all night cultivating immortals with boundless magic power" at that time, Boss Qian is serious about cultivating immortals.

"Bang bang bang—" At this moment, Boss Qian's voice came from outside the door, his clear voice was a little sleepy, and he said, "Brother Wen, dinner is ready."

Because of Wu Yi's relationship, Boss Qian deliberately charged him a little money and included food.

It's just that Boss Qian cooked the meal himself, because the only waiter and chef in the inn quit a few days ago, and now only Boss Qian is left to take the lead.

Wen Chuyi picked up a chopstick of the most normal-looking eggplant in soy sauce, and after a moment of silence, he put it into his mouth with difficulty when Boss Qian stared at him in bewildered eyes, trying to ignore the burnt and salty taste in his mouth. After eating a mouthful of rice, he said in a very sincere tone:

"Boss Qian, you see that you are the only one to take care of this inn, and leave the cooking to me afterwards."

"This...isn't it good?"

Qian Shu scratched his face, a little embarrassed, a little blush on his pale face was very obvious, he had been fasting, and he hadn't cooked for a long time, so he was a little raw.

"It's okay, don't worry, leave it to me, my craftsmanship is still good." Wen Chuyi almost patted his chest to promise.

In the end Qian Shu agreed, he was really not good at cooking.

The business of Youqian Inn, like its door plaque, has been half-shattered, but the innkeeper himself is very Buddhist about it, sitting at the counter and reading books, welcoming guests as soon as they are there, and relaxing when there are no guests.

After dinner, the sky outside the window gradually dimmed.In the empty guest room, only Wen Chuyi and Boss Qian were sitting. In a daze, Wen Chuyi thought he had booked the Youqian Inn.

Boss Qian was sitting in the same place, holding a book in his hand, looking at the cover, it seemed to be different from the one he had seen before.He was very engrossed in watching it. After Wen Chuyi called out several times, he raised his head in a daze and said, "Oh, good, you should go to bed early."

Having said that, when Wen Chuyi saw Boss Qian the next morning, the dark circles under his eyes were even darker. Coupled with his pale complexion, he seemed to have been sucked away by some goblin.

"Boss Qian, why don't you go for a break, your complexion doesn't look very good." Wen Chuyi couldn't help persuading him when he passed by him.

Boss Qian pinched the bridge of his nose, covered his face and yawned, and said, "Finally finished watching... don't stay up all night, little brother Wen, here is the door key, when you go out, close the door, I'll go up and sleep for a while."

After finishing speaking, he put the key in Wen Chuyi's hand, then squinted his eyes and floated up the stairs.

No, this is closed?

Wen Chuyi stared at the key in his hand speechlessly, and just raised his head to say something, but only caught a corner of the light blue robe in time.

Wen Chuyi: "..."

After closing the door of the inn, he inadvertently glanced at the plaque again, thinking that it is a miracle that the Youqian Inn has survived until now.

……

Mojiu City is very large. When viewed from a high place, it looks like a huge concentric circle. There are eight floors from the inside to the outside, and the layers are progressive. The center is the City Lord's Mansion of Mojiu City. The outermost layer is the eighth layer.

At this time, there are still two days before the Fairy Fate Meeting, and Wen Chuyi plans to stroll around Mojiu City.There is a rough map of Mo Jiucheng in the guest room of Youqian Inn. The drawing is a little yellowish, and it looks like it has been a few years old, but it is better than nothing.

Wen Chuyi bought two mutton buns at the bun shop opposite the inn, and ate them while walking. He held a map in one free hand, compared the buildings on both sides, and found an arch made of rocks, with a plain Engraved with three large characters - the seventh floor.

The eighth floor is mostly ordinary shops, and Wen Chuyi plans to go to the Yuanlai Market on the seventh floor to have a look.

There are a lot of fish and dragons in the Yuanlai market, most of them are casual cultivators with no background or sect, or mortals who are too shy to rent a berth. There are all kinds of things in the market, and the trading methods are also different. Copper coins, but monks only accept spirit stones or barter.

It is said that it is a stall, but it is actually very simple. If you are more particular, you will spread a layer of cloth on the ground, and then put the items on it;

The market is not spacious at all, and with stalls on both sides, the road in the middle is even narrower.Wen Chuyi needed to watch while being careful not to be bumped into.

But putting aside these questions, his eyes were completely attracted by these strange items - the rusty long sword, the ancient tripod, the incomplete jade pendant, books, and the flower pot bigger than his head, with a long scarlet tongue. Strange plants!

Wen Chu was dazzled when he saw it, and when he walked around a pair of young girls standing in front of the booth on the left, he was accidentally bumped by someone behind. Although he staggered and quickly stood still, but...

"Ah!" The girl standing on the left suddenly let out a terrified scream, and her pretty face, which was still green and immature, turned slightly pale with fright. Wang Qi, who was at a loss, stood on the spot, trembling, and said, "Wang Qi... how are you doing?"

Fortunately, Wen Chuyi and the stall owner reacted quickly, one pulled the person, the other broke the flower, and with the sound of "Bo", the two finally took the young man named Wang Qi out of the flower plate.

The owner of the stall was holding the flower, and when he looked up, he saw people all around him, and said hastily: "This is an underage blood-mouth flower, the poison in the mucus is still weak, just wash it off with water. What's more, this person is him It has nothing to do with me that I bumped into it myself!"

Although this blood mouth flower is not considered a natural treasure, it is also a rare medicinal material, and he still hopes to sell it for a good price.

Wang Qi was sitting slumped on the ground at this moment, panting heavily, his head and clothes were covered with light green mucus.He wiped his face, the slippery and sticky feel made his stomach churn, he felt the eyes of the people around him, especially when he saw the girl he liked, who was hesitant to speak and wanted to speak, angry Embarrassment and embarrassment came to my heart.

"Who hit me! And this flower!" Wang Qi stood up, turned to look at the crowd behind him, shouted with a ferocious face, and then pointed at the pot of bloody flowers, "You are all dead!"

As soon as the words fell, the originally crowded crowd dispersed in an instant, leaving only Wen Chuyi and Wang Qi standing in place with wide-eyed and small-eyed eyes.

"I'm really sorry," Wen Chuyi immediately apologized, and after hearing from the stall owner that the mucus of the flower was slightly poisonous, he suggested, "Then what, why don't I take you to wash it?"

Wang Qi stood up propped up, glared at him viciously with a pair of narrow hanging eyes, spat, and then pulled out a sword from his waist, without saying a word, cut off the bloody flesh with one blow. faceplate.

If it weren't for the express prohibition in Mojiu City, no provocation and trouble, no harm to mortals...

"Hey, why are you like this? You chopped up my flowers, and you have to pay for it!" The stall owner held the flower plate in distress.

Wang Qi ignored it, turned around and forced a smile at the girl, and said, "Sister Yi Shu, you should go back first."

After Yi Shu left, Wang Qi's expression darkened instantly, he pulled Wen Chuyi's clothes, wiped his mucus and sandy hands on it, and said, "You'd better not leave Mo Jiucheng, or I will fuck you"

Wang Qi's tone was very dangerous, but he was half a head shorter than Wen Chuyi, and he had to raise his head when speaking, and his momentum was inexplicably shorter.

Wen Chuyi looked down at the hands that were rubbing on his clothes, thought for a while, tore off the piece of cloth, and handed it to him, "Take it and wipe it, but really don't come with me first." Do you want to wash it?"

"Then I'll pay you for a new set of clothes, how about it?" This is the solution he can think of for the time being.

"..." Wang Qi looked at the cloth in his hand, and was speechless for a moment, but after he realized it, he threw the cloth in his hand to the ground, furiously, "Get lost!"

Who cares about a rag?

Besides, the whole body of this poor ghost is not worth the value of his outer clothes, but Wang Qi was very upset when he left like this. Let me see you again!"

As he spoke, he flicked his sleeves fiercely, and left angrily.

The stall owner wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by some men in black. One of them threw out a small cloth bag, and said in an emotionless voice, "Is this enough to buy your flowers?"

The stall owner opened the cloth bag, took a look at it and quickly closed it, saying: "That's enough, do you want more of these flowers?"

Looking up again, he found that the person had already left.

Although there was a puzzling episode, it did not affect Wen Chuyi's interest. He walked to a booth, looked at the ancient book on the ground, and asked, "May I pick it up and have a look?" ?"

"Of course, you can look at it as you like." The speaker had a goatee and thin cheeks. He approached enthusiastically and whispered, "I have a lot of good things here!"

Wen Chuyi squatted down, picked out a book and opened it, "Yu... what happened to Master Yuli and me?"

What is it all about... He put down the book in his hand, and picked up the one next to him, "... the pretty and petite Taoist companion of Daoist Yuli?"

For the rest of the books, although there are other real people's fan story books, Yuli Zhenren monopolizes 90.00%, which shows how popular they are.The goatee winked at Wen Chuyi, and smiled obscenely, "That's right, these are all unique copies. There is a limited-time discount. Buy two copies and get one free. It only costs one tael of silver."

"No need," Wen Chuyi refused in embarrassment.Then he picked up a palm-sized copper medal from the corner. It was covered with dust and stains, and the pattern engraved on it could barely be seen. And the pattern of He jumped into the eye - a simple drawing of a rabbit with rogue eyes.

Wen Chuyi: ... This damn familiarity.

Facing the familiar style of painting, Wen Chuyi decided to take it back. Fortunately, the items at this stall can be bought with silver. "Hello, how do you sell this?"

Goatee's originally sluggish expression immediately became energetic. He coughed and stretched out a hand to Wen Chuyi.

"Five or two?"

"50 taels!"

As soon as the words fell, the owner of the stall next door said quietly, "Little brother, be careful not to be tricked, maybe you bought it from a blacksmith for ten cents a piece."

"Bah!" The goatee blew his beard and stared at her, spat at her, didn't he just accidentally ruined her business, this old woman is so small-minded!

He patted Wen Chuyi's chest, and said, "Don't listen to her nonsense, I picked this up in a valley in the Twilight Forest, if it wasn't for the sake of fate with you... I wouldn't have given it to ordinary people." sell it!"

Wen Chuyi caught a glimpse of the boss next door making a "cut" gesture to him, pondered for a moment, and said, "25 taels."

"45 taels." The goatee's thumb slightly curved.

"15 taels."

"35 taels!"

"Five taels." Wen Chuyi suddenly felt the pleasure of bargaining.

"25 taels!" The goatee made a "yeah" gesture to him, his curled ring finger trembling slightly.

"Deal!" Wen Chuyi took out the money neatly, "You count."

The goatee put the money into his pocket in a hurry, with a "losing" expression on his face, "Forget it, it seems that you and I are destined..."

After Wen Chuyi bought the bronze medal, he continued to stroll around the market. Although he also saw something he liked, they all needed spirit stones.It was already noon when we got back to the inn, the streets were bustling with activity, but the Youqian Inn was deserted and the door was closed.