Immortal Zhuo Zhuo has never heard of such a person.
In fact, at the time, I didn't know which "Zhuo" the word "Zhuo" in "Zhuo Chenzi" was, so I said, "Zhuo Zhuo Immortal, this title sounds very weird."
Practical: "Speaking of it, Zhuochenzi came up with this title himself.
Most of those who are familiar with him in the industry call him Huozhongxian.
In fact, you have never heard of his name, which is normal.
After all, Chi Yunfeng’s decline has not happened in a day or two, and it is difficult to hear about their deeds in today’s industry.”
After hearing him talk about the "immortal in fire", I guessed that the word "Zhuo" in "Zhuochenzi" should mean "carrying fire next to a spoon".
The words used have not been finished: "This Zhuo Chenzi can be regarded as an unparalleled genius.
He is only forty years old and can rank among the first-class masters."
I said: "I have heard Hu Nanqian say something about the diversion in the industry, but from what she said, the diversion of strength is not reliable.
Even a top master like Er Ye was only a second-rate player during the diversion. ” Pragmatically shook his head: "It's not completely inaccurate.
Take Zhuo Chenzi as an example.
Although Chiyun Peak has declined, he can actually master the thirty-six-hand fire-drawing technique with half of the remaining books.
Such It’s rare to look at the entire profession.”
"If you say that, I would like to meet him."
"Zhuo Chenzi is here for the red-tailed fox this time.
You will definitely have a chance to see him, but with your current behavior, you are definitely no match for him, so no matter what he wants to do or does, you'd better stay out of it. , try not to provoke him.”
"Why did I provoke him?"
Practical glanced at me meaningfully and said slowly: "Not everyone can get used to Zhuo Chenzi's methods of doing things, and your temper is just like the second master, cough cough cough."
As he spoke, he suddenly bent down and coughed violently on the spot.
I quickly stopped, patted his back, helped him calm down, and said, "Uncle Six, I think you should go to the hospital to register."
It took a long time for Yongji to gradually regain his breath.
He waved his hand and said, "I know my body well.
It's just an old disease, nothing serious.
Besides, my chronic disease can't be cured at all.
I need to go see him."
Doctors spend money in vain."
I said, "How about I contact Yao Xuanzong and ask him to come and take a look at it for you?"
Pragmatically smiled helplessly: "Who do you think Yao Xuanzong is?
He will check on everyone's illness.
I know Yao Xuanzong saved you twice, but that was because of your special status.
First of all, you are the second master's Disciple, even if it is to repay Second Master’s debt, Yao Xuanzong should take good care of you.
Secondly, you are Misfortune is very important to the entire industry.
If something happens to you, Yao Xuanzong certainly cannot sit idly by and ignore it.
But as for me, I am the son-in-law of the Jin family and I am an outsider in the industry.
Yao Xuanzong will never be here.
Even if I put a little thought into it, he can’t cure my disease.”
When he mentioned the words "passionate son-in-law" and "outsider", Yongji was obviously a little resentful, but when he said that Yao Xuanzong couldn't cure his disease, he looked helpless.
I said: "Yao Xuanzong always talks tough, but in private he is actually quite warm-hearted.
When Li Ergou was given away by She Zihua, he was the one who performed the surgery."
Practical: "Li Huaishan is your assistant.
Yin Chai and the assistant are one and the same.
It is only natural that Yao Xuanzong is willing to perform surgery on him.
Okay, don't think about me anymore.
It’s okay, it’s okay, why are you still so verbose?”
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"But I don't think you're okay."
"Is it me who is sick or you who are sick?
If I say it's okay, it's okay.
Why are you so verbose?"
"Okay, okay, whatever you say, you are the elder, I won't choke on you."
Pragmatically slapped his back, gave me a helpless look, and then changed the topic: "Speaking of which, Chiyun Peak is indeed a good place."
I smiled: "Why are you talking about Chiyun Peak again?"
As if he didn't hear my words at all, Pragmatic said to himself: "Every time it rises and sets, you can see fire clouds lingering on the top of the mountain.
At a glance, there is a wisp of fire on the mountains, rivers and grass.
Tenghong is so magnificent and breathtaking.
It’s a pity that I don’t have the chance to see it.
If you have time, you’d better go and see it.”
I was also puzzled: "Since you haven't been there, how do you know what it's like there?"
Practical: "I have never been there.
I only heard this from others."
"Listen to what Uncle Wan says."
"Um."
As we talked, we entered the parking lot.
I went to pick up the car alone, and Pragmatic was waiting for me at the entrance of the parking lot.
Originally, I wanted to ask what kind of entanglement there was between Mr.
Wan and Mr.
Chi, but after getting into the car, he never mentioned it.
He kept talking about choosing ingredients along the way.
What kind of potatoes will be more chewy, what kind of fish will be more tender, what kind of pork belly will be firmer and chewier, and so on.
During this period, I also interrupted and asked him about Uncle Wan and Mr.
Chi, but he either found a random topic to talk about, that is, don't ask him about everything, and learn to use your own eyes to discover the truth.
I have to say that getting along with practicality is indeed very tiring.
It was a coincidence today.
Practical and I bought goods from the morning market.
As soon as we drove into the Grain Bureau compound, we saw Mr.
Chi wandering at the entrance of the alley.
The whole compound was filled with a faint evil spirit.
Not only was the air in the yard tainted with demonic aura, but even Mr.
Chi’s unique aura was vaguely wrapped around me and Pragmatic.
By the way, Mr.
Chi has now changed his clothes.
The finely crafted Chinese tunic suit is gone and he is now wearing a set of slightly greasy old clothes.
Even his hairstyle has changed from a side parting to a short one.
He paced around the entrance of the alley, turning around and around.
Several times he seemed determined to go in, but in the end, he still took a circle in the alley and slowly came out again.
I rolled down the car window and wanted to say hello to him, but Pragmatic patted me on the shoulder: "Let him make his own decision."
"What is he doing?"
Pragmatic just smiled at me: "Guess."
"Can't guess."
"Then stop guessing, pack up your things, and go back to the store to light a fire."
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"I'm still lighting fires today, can you give me some other work?"
"Yes.
It just so happens that I'm not feeling well today.
Otherwise, you can cook the lunch dishes."
"Then I'd better set it on fire."
To be honest, I'm not that person who can't even cook a dish, but my craftsmanship and practicality are really far behind.
I'm not afraid of anything else, but I'm afraid of ruining the old store's sign.
I unloaded several baskets of ingredients from the car and was walking towards the old store with Pragmatic.
When Mr.
Chi saw me, he ran over like a gust of wind.
Seeing him getting closer and closer to us, I asked Pragmatically: "Tell me, should I pay attention to him, or should I ignore him?"
"You can figure it out yourself."
Practical took the vegetable basket from my hand and added, "Don't wait too long."
After saying that, he left, leaving me alone at the intersection.
When Mr.
Chi arrived in front of me, he raised his arms and showed me the clothes he was wearing: "Look, I can work as a day laborer in this outfit."
I looked him up and down and asked, "Aren't these clothes yours?"
Mr.
Chi didn't intend to hide anything and nodded immediately: "I bought it from someone else last night."
I was also shocked: "You call that buying?
It's obviously robbing."
"But I paid you."
Oh, yes, according to what the long-tongued woman meant, he did snatch someone's clothes first and then gave them a leather bag stuffed with money, but this should be considered a forced sale.
But he probably didn’t even know what forced buying and selling meant, and I didn’t bother to explain it to him.
I just said to him, “Do you know Zhuo Chenzi?”
As soon as I said the three words "Zhuo Chenzi", he became extremely nervous.
He shrank his head and looked around, and asked me: "Where is he?"
"He didn't come, no, I mean, he will come sooner or later."
I said, "I heard someone say this morning that the fox demon who was under the Red Cloud Peak went out of the mountain privately, and Zhuo Chenzi has come to Bohai Bay to look for it. , the fox demon who co-wrote it must be you."
Hearing that Zhuo Chenzi hadn't come yet, Mr.
Chi sighed first, and then said, "It's me, what's wrong?"
I said: "Why don't you stay at Chiyun Peak well?
What are you doing here?
What have you done before?
The people at Chiyun Peak want to lock you down at the bottom of the mountain."
Mr.
Chi thought hard for a moment and finally shook his head: "I forgot."
"How could you forget such a thing?"
"I'm old and my memory is not very good.
You haven't answered my question yet.
Please tell me, if I change into these clothes, can I do part-time work?"
"It should work."
After I said this, Mr.
Chi suddenly became excited, turned around and ran towards the alley next door.
I saw him running in a hurry, so I stretched my neck and yelled at him loudly: "What can you do?
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Go work as a day laborer in someone else's house."
He was probably too excited and didn't hear my words at all.
He disappeared at the entrance of the alley in the blink of an eye.
Looking at the empty alley clips, I could only shake my head helplessly.
This Mr.
Chi seemed to have a bad mind.
Don't turn around and cause trouble to Uncle Wan.
When I returned to the store, I had already started to light the stove.
It was still too early.
The guys wouldn't come for another hour.
It was very quiet inside and outside the store.
When Pragmatic heard my footsteps, he turned around and asked me: "What were you talking about with him?"
I shook my head: "There's nothing to talk about.
There seems to be something wrong with this fox demon's brain.
No, I have to go to Uncle Wan's shop to have a look.
Don't make any more excuses."
Practicality immediately stopped me and said, "Don't worry about other people's affairs.
Come back and knead your dough for me
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