The pet career of Shaoqing of Dali Temple

Chapter 330 Senior, is it interesting to play like this?

Xuanyu drove the carriage forward along the narrow and steep cliff.

The carriage of Everlasting Hate followed, and it went smoothly because of the old man guiding the way.

Ru Xiaonan was held in Qing Moyan's arms to save her from the bumps of the carriage, and she looked out the window from time to time.

"There's a village there." She pointed somewhere out the window.

Qing Moyan looked in the direction of her finger, and the roofs of more than a dozen houses were exposed at the bottom of the cliff on one side.

"That's where it is." The old man wrapped his clothes tightly and urged Xuanyu, "Go down quickly, the north wind will be stronger, and it will blow the carriage away at night."

Xuanyu drove the carriage down the ramp, stopped and stopped, and finally reached the bottom of the valley safely.

When we reached the bottom of the valley, the north wind was really weak.

Qing Moyan and Ru Xiaonan got out of the carriage, followed by Chang Hen who also came out of the carriage, looking at the old man curiously.

Ru Xiaonan whispered to her what happened before.

At this time, the old man and Qing Moyan went to a nearby wooden house.

"Can I stay overnight?" The old man asked the owner first.

The owner is a tall, thin man who stares sullenly at the incoming visitors.

"I have no food here."

"We were passing by." The old man said, "I will pay for what you eat." He looked at Qing Moyan and winked his eyes, "Yes, this young master looks like a rich man Yo."

Qing Moyan pursed her lips, but did not answer.

The homeowner looked at Qing Moyan's attire.

Although Qing Moyan was dressed as ordinary as possible during the journey, but even if it was so ordinary, it was better than ordinary people's fabrics.

"Even if you pay... I don't have any food here." The owner looked at Qing Moyan's attire and his eyes became more gloomy. It's all taken away."

The old man leaned close to Qing Moyan and said in a low voice, "Xiexiong Village is the people who slandered me and lied to me before."

Qing Moyan looked at him sideways, with disdain in her eyes.

"Why, don't you believe it?" The old man was obviously very displeased with Qing Moyan's gaze, "Young man, don't just listen to one side of the story. They say I'm an old liar, and I'll call them little robbers." The old man's angry beard Pouting Lao Gao.

Qing Moyan ignored the little old man who was so angry that he jumped high, but said to the owner, "We don't need food, can you lend us an empty room, as long as it can shelter from the wind."

The owner hesitated for a moment, then Qing Moyan took out a piece of broken silver from her waist and put it on the table.

The owner's eyes lit up immediately.

"No problem. There is a warehouse behind the house. Although those beasts from the Bear Hunter Village snatched things away, the warehouse is still sheltered from the wind. You can use it as you like."

Qing Moyan nodded, turned around and went out the door first.

The old man followed behind him, and looked back at the owner before going out.

The owner of the house was carefully holding up half a piece of broken silver on the table, his mouth was half open, as if it was broken and could not be closed.

"It's really worthless." The old man sighed.

The warehouse is not big, but there are not many people on Qing Moyan's side, including Xuanyu and the two dead men, everyone squeezed in without feeling stuffy.

The north wind whizzed past the door, rattling the roof, as if it was going to blow the roof away in the next second.

Xuanyu found some hay and spread it on the ground.

Qing Moyan and the others sat down to rest.

"What a terrible weather." The old man was the first to break the silence.

Qing Moyan's eyes seemed to be filled with ice, "Is it really interesting to play this kind of game with juniors?"

The old man was stunned, even Chang Hen and the others were puzzled by Qing Moyan's sudden sentence.

"Young man, what are you talking about..." the old man laughed.

"You know what I'm talking about, you should have had enough fun along the way." Qing Moyan said coldly.

The smile on the old man's face became brighter and brighter, "How can you have enough fun? I have taken a fancy to the girl next to you. Leave it to me as my granddaughter."

Ru Xiaonan's cat eyes widened all of a sudden.

Qing Moyan reached out and pulled Ru Xiaonan into her arms, "This is my woman, no one can think of her."

"Don't do this." The old man rubbed his chin, "The little girl is destined for me, and I won't treat her badly."

"That's not OK."

"Then let's exchange it." The old man said excitedly, "Is there anything you want...I can exchange it with you."

"No change." Qing Moyan flatly refused.

"Don't... we can still discuss..."

Ru Xiaonan looked at Qing Moyan and said to the old man you and me, cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

Wait a minute, is it really okay for you to look like this? I am here in person, and you discuss this kind of issue in front of me. I am not an object, and you trade it back and forth.

"I don't care, anyway, I like this girl." The old man patted his thigh, "How about it, girl, follow me from now on, I will teach you a lot."

In a daze, Ru Xiaonan seemed to see her grandfather again, the old magic stick coaxed her to learn Yin Yang art like this back then.

He also said that after learning yin and yang, he will not be hungry and has the ability to protect himself.

She is a liar, because of her yin and yang skills, she was treated as a liar everywhere in school, and she couldn't even make friends.

"I don't want it!" She directly wrapped her arms around Qing Moyan's waist, hanging on it like a koala.

"Little girl, you are still young now, when you grow up, you will understand that the things I taught you are rare in the world."

"So what if there are few in the world?" Qing Moyan said coldly.

The old man's eyes widened, "People who come to ask for love are eager to go after them."

"So what?" Qing Moyan sneered, "If you're really that carefree, why are you cheating on eating and drinking here?"

The old man choked suddenly.

After a long silence, he laughed dryly.

"Young man, it seems that you have already guessed who I am."

Qing Moyan snorted disdainfully.

Ru Xiaonan blinked her cat's eyes in surprise, "Qing Moyan, who is he?"

"Changyuan." Qing Moyan spat out two words.

"What!" Ru Xiaonan and Changhen almost jumped up.

The person they worked so hard to find did not expect to walk with them all the way, and the old Mr. Changyuan should be respected and respected... How could he be such an old liar?

The old man stroked his beard and smiled, "Why, am I not like Chang Yuan?"

Ru Xiaonan and Changhen shook their heads at the same time.

Like a ghost, it is said that Changyuan is more than 200 years old, and your old arms and legs don't look like [-] years old.

Ru Xiaonan asked Changhen, "Isn't he the elder of your family? Why don't you recognize him?"

Changhen said helplessly, "I have never seen him in person, I only have a small portrait of him."

As he spoke, he took out a small portrait from his arms and unfolded it.

Ru Xiaonan and the old man leaned over to have a look.

I saw an old man sitting cross-legged on the painting, with a childlike face and a ruddy complexion.

He raised his head and looked at the old man in front of him again: he had a hippie smile, with wrinkles all over his face.

(End of this chapter)