I want to cultivate swordsman

There is a mutton soup restaurant on Shanbei Street.

The boss is notoriously a miser, a miser, and an unpleasant person, but because the mutton soup is delicious and has endless aftertaste, there is an endless stream of repeat customers.

When Xu Zhiqiu passed by the door of the mutton soup restaurant, he glanced inward along the door, then stopped for a long time, and walked in.

It was already evening, and there were many diners in the soup restaurant. Xu Zhiqiu found a vacant seat near the door and sat down, and said to the boss who was reading the account book behind the counter:

"Boss, please bring me a bowl of mutton."

As he spoke, he took out two copper coins and put them on the table.

The owner of the soup restaurant was over sixty years old, with a thin body and a mustache. He looked up at Xu Zhiqiu, and at the same time glanced at the two copper coins on the table, and then continued to check the account book in silence.

Seeing that the boss ignored him, Xu Zhiqiu was not angry, and said again: "Boss, please bring me a bowl of mutton."

The pitch is higher than before.

The owner of the soup restaurant closed the ledger, looked up at Xu Zhiqiu and responded, "Two pennies can only be eaten with vegetarian noodles."

Xu Zhiqiu shook his head, smiled and said, "I don't eat noodles, I want to eat mutton."

Hearing this, the owner of the soup restaurant frowned, and repeated in a more emphatic tone: "Two pennies can only eat vegetarian noodles!"

Xu Zhiqiu turned a deaf ear and still said to himself, "I want to eat mutton."

Probably a little annoyed, the owner of the soup restaurant scolded angrily: "Young man, you deserve to eat mutton, and mutton is for rich people."

Hearing what the boss said, Xu Zhiqiu was not angry, and took back the copper coins on the table and went home.

.........

The next day, at the same time, Xu Zhiqiu came to the sheep soup restaurant again.

He still sat near the door, dropped two copper coins, and asked the boss for a bowl of mutton.

The owner of the mutton soup restaurant didn't bother to pay any attention to him, and waved his hand without raising his head, signaling him to get out of here.

Xu Zhiqiu didn't hesitate, got up and left.

.........

On the third day, at the same time, Xu Zhiqiu came to the sheep soup restaurant on time again.

This time, the attitude of the owner of the soup restaurant suddenly changed.

Xu Zhiqiu had just leaned against the stool, before he even had time to speak, the owner of the soup restaurant had already put a soup bowl full of mutton in front of him, flatteringly said:

"Young Master Xu, you are here. I have been waiting for you here for a long time. Come, come and have a taste. This is the mutton soup I specially prepared for you. The mutton in it is the best rib meat. Fat and thin, the taste is absolutely delicious."

As he spoke, he took the initiative to pick up a pair of chopsticks and handed them over.

Xu Zhiqiu took the chopsticks but put them down again, looking at the owner of the soup restaurant with a half-smile.

The boss looked a little uncomfortable, showing a smile uglier than crying, his lips moved, and he wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to say it.

Xu Zhiqiu suddenly asked: "The boss knows who I am?"

The boss was stunned for a moment, Xu didn't expect such a problem, and immediately nodded and said: "How can I not know, Mr. Xu's house is only a few streets away from my small shop, speaking of it, we can be regarded as Neighbor, when you were young, you were accepted as a disciple by the Qingyang Sect, and I once went to the residence to have a wedding."

"In this case, why does the boss have three attitudes in three days?" Xu Zhiqiu asked pointedly.

"Ah, this..." The boss's face froze, he hesitated and didn't know how to answer.

I can’t say it bluntly, in fact, I’m a snobbish person. I heard that your foundation was abolished, and you were driven back like a lost dog, so I don’t bother to please you. It’s just that I have something to ask today, so I have to do so.

This is absolutely unspeakable!

But even if the boss didn't say anything, Xu Zhiqiu's heart was like a mirror, and he asked again: "But the old Taoist priest of Xuanyun Temple told me about me?"

"He's right," the boss replied without hesitation, "The old man told Xiao Fengxian what happened to Mr. Xu when he was playing abalone in Zuichunlou, so that many people knew about it."

Drunken Spring House?

Little Impatiens?

Taoist priests can also visit kilns?

Xu Zhiqiu was surprised, paused for a while, and said, "Since the boss has already heard about me, why did he invite me to eat mutton today?"

The owner of the soup restaurant smiled awkwardly, covered his mouth with his hands, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Xu, I think you must be clear in your heart."

Xu Zhiqiu paused again for a while before saying: "The boss must have seen something dirty last night, am I right?"

"That's right, that's right, Mr. Xu is really a god." The boss smiled all over his face and said beautiful flattering words, but there was panic and fear in his eyes that couldn't be hidden.

After a few breaths of silence, the boss sighed, cupped his hands and said, "Last night, I almost died at home. For the rest of my life, I immediately thought of Mr. Xu. I guess you must have seen something from me. That's why I used two Wen to eat mutton in my small shop, to remind me intentionally, it's a pity that I, Sun Dabao, are stupid and don't know it, I hope Mr. Xu don't blame me, don't blame me!"

Xu Zhiqiu smiled without saying a word, and did not respond.

When he passed by the mutton soup restaurant the evening before yesterday, he did see black air wrapped around Sun Dabao's body, so he entered the store to observe.

According to the memories of the two worlds, the red energy is a demon and the black energy is a ghost, so Sun Dabao should be entangled by ghosts.

But the black air is only as thin as a hair, and it should be the weakest wild ghost in the wandering spirit state.

Since it wasn't an evil ghost or a fierce ghost, Xu Zhiqiu didn't take the initiative to tell.After all, as a human being in two lifetimes, he is very clear about a truth: the treatment that he sends to his door is definitely different from the treatment that others ask for.

Seeing that he didn't say a word, Sun Dabao, the owner of the soup restaurant, rubbed his hands, and continued: "Mr. Xu, you used to practice in Qingyangzong, so you should have some way to deal with these dirty things. As long as you are willing to help me, the reward will definitely be paid." To your satisfaction."

When Xu Zhiqiu heard this, he still didn't say a word, but his smile became a little bit stronger.

Sun Dabao thought for a while, then stretched out two fingers, gritted his teeth and said, "If this matter is reported to the government, the monks from Tianwei Pavilion will be invited to solve it. I have to wait a few days, who doesn't know that those big shots are very busy every day, if Mr. Xu can help me solve it, I will pay 20 taels of silver directly, how about it?"

20 two!

Xu Zhiqiu was quite surprised, this is not a small amount of money.

Prices in the Qianyuan Dynasty were relatively stable. A bucket of rice could be bought for ten renminbi, and 20 taels of silver could be worth two years of living expenses for ordinary people.

It seems that Sun Dabao has earned a lot of money over the years.

Xu Zhiqiu was a contented person, and felt that 20 taels of silver was a lot, so he nodded in agreement. Although the time for re-cultivation is only half a year now, it is still not a problem to deal with wild ghosts in the wandering soul realm.

Sun Dabao was overjoyed when he saw that there was something going on, and told all about what happened to him last night.

Yesterday Haishi, after a busy day, Sun Dabao didn't go to Zuichunlou to sample abalones as usual, but returned home early to prepare for rest. After all, he was old and often ran out of ammunition and food, so he needed to recuperate.

But not long after lying on the bed, Sun Dabao heard a woman talking and laughing in the bedroom, and asked Sun Dabao if he would like to spend the spring evening with her. From a painting on the wall.

It was a picture scroll that Sun Dabao picked up from an antique dealer three days ago. The painting showed a beautiful woman who was open to the world and met her frankly. Not feeling scared, he stared at the picture scroll with a piggy face.

Then, a pair of white and translucent arms stretched out from the picture scroll, tightly strangling Sun Dabao's neck, as if trying to strangle him to death.

Just when Sun Dabao was about to die of suffocation, he went to the temple to ask for an amulet many years ago and saved his life. Only then did he wake up and escape the catastrophe.