This is a real master, if I want to outperform him in magic, it's a pipe dream, then should I just admit defeat obediently, I think, but looking at his posture, I'm afraid I can't admit defeat; So what should I do, hehe, since I can't fight, then I have to play Lai Pi and try it in another way.There is a cloud in the art of war: you hit yours, I hit mine I glanced at the brush in my hand, reached over and dipped it in ink again, and then began to write again like mopping the floor: "Please give way." ”This time there was an old word, and before writing, a drop of ink "snapped" and couldn't wait to fall on the paper, and soon an irregular circle was blurred.Therefore, the writing this time is even more unreadable.The old man didn't look at it this time, and frowned and erased the handwriting again.I wrote it again, he erased it again, and I don't know how many times I repeated it.To be honest, I really admire the old man's patience, and I don't get angry when I toss him like this.But it wasn't meant to be a close game.I am far from being his opponent in terms of magic, and we are on par in terms of patience and perseverance; And if it's a physical comparison, haha, I'm sure you think my "old" word is written in vain, that is, the ugly words are in front of you.Therefore, I don't use magic, I resolutely don't use magic, I only fight with the old man.is really a stubborn old man, he comes and goes, and he doesn't give in to each other, and this competition has lasted until lunchtime.However, the sun is getting hot and dry, and the old man's breathing is starting to be heavy.I can't bear to abuse him anymore, after all, it's an old man.This time, I asked him euphemistically: "Look at your dry mouth, do you want to pause and drink saliva" It was really enough to choke until now, and the old man stopped talking nonsense, so he stretched out his hand to me: "Of course, bring it." ”"Uh" I touched my body up and down in front of him, and finally spread my hands: "I don't have water, I thought your old man brought water" This really made him speechless, his beard shook wildly, and he pointed at me a few times with his hand, not only could not speak, but also almost choked on himself.Alas, I didn't mean it, okay, but now, if he insists that I did it on purpose, then I have to admit it."
Good boy, good boy has never seen you go like this, go back to the house and get me a bowl of water" How is this possible.I spread my hands again: "There is really no water, but I brought some liquor, if you want to drink it"""Or, your old man still let me, I'll go to the village under the mountain to find water for you, so it's okay" Even though I used a deliberative tone, judging from his facial expression, my suggestion was rejected by him without thinking.Stubborn old man, it's really stubborn to go on like this, I'm nothing, what if he suffers from heat stroke, what if he is hungry, what should I do if my mental strength is exhausted, what should I do if I am injured internally" Alas, old man, it is not a way to go down like this, it is better for us to take a step back" I really took a step back to show my sincerity.But I don't know what happened to this old man, my regression was so big that not only did not ease the atmosphere, but made him even more angry, so angry that his hands trembled and his face turned blue.I didn't mean it, I really didn't mean it, the question is, why did he block my way, it really confuses me.There's no way, I'm worried that the old man has a bad heart, and it's not good to keep him angry like this.Because I had a gut feeling that the old man wasn't a bad guy, at least he didn't have any ill will towards me.Otherwise, if you want to be like the father and daughter of the Yang family, you will definitely start working as soon as you say it, and you still need such a vindictive spirit of literary crepe, saying that literati have always been pedantic, always so gentle and elegant, what problems can be solved, so I have to try to comfort him as gently as possible, and dissipate my anger first, "Old man, you came here early in the morning to block the way, I'm afraid it's not to ask me for a bowl of water to drink, if there is anything, you can just say it, you have to let me understand" He snorted angrily.Okay, stubborn old man, if you don't say yes, then I have to guess randomly, but those who don't know are not guilty.At such an age, he waited for me on the road early in the morning, and naturally came with some kind of purpose.And after meeting, he did not use all means to subdue me, but only competed with me for perseverance, which shows that he is not an enemy, maybe a bystander, an outsider.Anyway, there shouldn't be a direct conflict with me.So from that point of view, I don't want to go too far.Whatever his intentions were, it would be much easier if I could guess his identity from the clues on him.I then went back to what I had just seen in my mind, and suddenly had an idea: "Old man, you are a senior of the Daomen, we are not enemies, we can't be embarrassed by the younger generations like me" "Huh" The old man looked up at me in surprise and looked around, it seems that I really didn't make a mistake in judgment and guessed "Stinky boy, how do you know that I am from the Daomen" "Hehe" I smiled and pointed back, because I suddenly thought of it just now, the scene of burning paintings and burning incense, isn't the smell of incense white grass as far as I know, This is exactly one of the incense used in Daomen Jiao.Of course, judging by this alone, the evidence is not sufficient; Because in order to disguise their identity, some people may also deliberately use this incense to match the arrangement of the magic circle.My main feeling is still intuition, this old man's temperament has a sense of déjà vu.This even guessing was blinded, but I guessed correctly, haha, and in the process of my complacency, the old man kept looking at me with a very strange expression.He spoke: "It seems that they are not wrong, you kid can't do magic, but people are really clever enough." ”They, who are they, think about it, oh I see.There is no one else I have dealt with and met with the Daomen, and they are Uncle Chen and Uncle Xuanzhen.Listening to the old man's tone, he was not only very familiar with them, but also no less than them.I couldn't help but feel moved in my heart, could it be that the old man turned out to be the "old Song" often mentioned in the mouth of Uncle Xuanzhen, that is, her father, I couldn't help but be overjoyed, and immediately knelt down honestly and gave him a junior gift: "Senior Song, it turned out to be your old man, it was really abrupt just now" The old man did not deny it, he finally grinned: "The kid has good eyesight and good brain, I can't think of this concealment, or I will show you through it, or not" waved his hand as he spoke, and a thing flew out of his sleeve, Circled around me.I can see that this thing is similar to the wooden kite that Uncle Xuanzhen gave me, and I no longer have any doubts in my heart.At the same time, his face also began to get hot: Is it really good to play Laipi in front of the seniors like this, after Uncle Xuanzhen knows, I am afraid that I will let her scold her, according to the face of Uncle Xuanzhen, if there is any command from Song Lao, I should do it.However, Song Lao is a senior of the Taoist Sect and a well-known bull of the Provincial People's and Sect Bureau, and he has worked tirelessly to personally wait for a little person like me, I am afraid that I will face another great problem.Because, although the Taoist Gate and the Ghost Gate have occasional contact, they also treat each other politely; But in big things, one yard is one yard, and you have to put human feelings aside, which is called a clear distinction between public and private, and cannot be mixed.Thinking about it like this, my mood can't help but feel a little heavy, I don't know what kind of intention Song Lao will express to me aa2705221,,; mobile phone reading,