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Looking at Wen Cai's sparkling eyes as he faced the ocean, Li Yun shook his head secretly.

It seems that Wen Cai is not a time traveler... What about Qiu Sheng?

Just as Li Yun was thinking this, a young and strong young man walked in from outside Yizhuang. It was Qiu Sheng, the eldest disciple of Uncle Jiu.

Qiu Sheng has been weak and sick since he was a child, but since he became a disciple of Uncle Jiu, he has practiced martial arts and Taoist mental methods day and night. Now he has achieved some success, and his body is no longer as weak as before.

Although the aunt who raised him felt that Yizhuang was unlucky, considering that Qiu Sheng was now in good health and free from disasters, she still allowed him to come to Yizhuang every day to visit his master and listen to his instructions.

Seeing Qiu Sheng coming, Uncle Jiu showed a smile on his face and hurriedly waved: "Qiu Sheng, come here quickly. I will introduce you to my teacher. This is a distinguished guest who is temporarily staying in our Yizhuang. His surname is Li. Just call him Brother Li." …”

Qiu Sheng was a little confused, but when he saw Li Yun's taller and stronger figure, he still called him Brother Li.

Li Yun agreed with a smile, and then tested Qiu Sheng with words, and found that Qiu Sheng did not seem to be a time traveler.

...Then who is the time traveler?

Could it be that the travelers in this world haven’t worshiped Uncle Jiu as their disciple?

Li Yun was thinking in his mind, and at the same time, Wencai finally couldn't help but take a big ocean from the pile of money, shouted that he would go to town to buy breakfast for Brother Li, and then pulled Qiu Sheng and ran out of Yizhuang.

Before leaving, Qiu Sheng saw the pile of money piled on the stone table and his eyes widened immediately.

"Wait!" Qiu Sheng broke away from Wen Cai's hand at the gate of Yizhuang and couldn't help asking, "What's going on? Why is there so much money on the table?"

Wencai chuckled and lowered his voice: "That's the accommodation fee that Brother Li gave to Yizhuang!"

Qiu Sheng was stunned for a moment and murmured: "Is accommodation in Yizhuang so expensive now?"

Wen Cai said angrily: "Of course not. He is a wealthy man who doesn't need this little money, so he deliberately uses money to repay the kindness of staying overnight. Brother Li is a rich man who returned from studying abroad. He comes to our poor and remote place to find his roots. If it happens in a few days If you can’t find a match, you’ll probably have to leave…”

"So, we brothers have to hurry up and curry favor with Brother Li. If we can get some gold and silver from his fingers, we won't have to worry about getting a wife in the future!"

Wen Cai was beaming as he spoke, and the two senior brothers communicated in low voices while walking towards Renjiazhuang Market.

After about ten minutes, the two brothers walked into the gate of Yizhuang carrying large and small bags.

During the Republic of China, as the national hard currency, the purchasing power of the ocean was unquestionable.

Even in a city like Shanghai, where prices were high at the time, a piece of ocean could buy 44 kilograms of rice. If you used it in a restaurant, you could even have a four- or five-course set meal, all of which included steak, roast chicken, Hard dishes like ham.

Buying breakfast with an ocean is a luxury that a literary talent has never experienced in his life.

And the breakfast bought for a piece of ocean is naturally very filling, and one person will definitely not be able to finish it.

Li Yun saw Wen Cai Qiusheng's little thoughts, but he did not expose it. Instead, he smiled and invited everyone to eat together.

Uncle Jiu knew his two apprentices very well and naturally understood their thoughts.

He immediately glared at Wen Cai, turned around, and apologized to Li Yun helplessly.

Li Yun smiled and waved his hand: "It doesn't matter. I gave so much money because I originally wanted to cover the food expenses for the entire Yizhuang. Besides, eating alone is boring. It's more fun when there are more people!"

Wencai nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, Brother Li is so grand, I knew he wouldn't mind!"

Uncle Jiu glanced at him and sneered: "The ancestor said that there is a right way to obtain wealth. Have you memorized all the teachings of my teacher in the dog's belly?"

Wencai's face was sullen and unhappy, and he collapsed at the dinner table like an eggplant beaten by frost.

Qiu Sheng was also as silent as a cicada, and kept eating his food, for fear of being harmed.

It was Li Yun who helped smooth things over. He said with a smile: "I hit it off with the two Taoist priests, and we are in need of good wine to cheer us up - Wen Cai, please help me go to the town to buy some wine. Remember, if you want good wine, the price is not an issue!"

"Yeah!"

Taoist Priest Simu's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he said quickly: "Brother Li, as long as you say a word, our brothers will definitely accompany you to your heart's content!"

After saying that, Taoist Priest Four Eyes turned to look at Wencai and urged: "Wencai, why are you standing there, why don't you go buy a drink!"

"oh……"

Wen Cai responded solemnly, got up and left Yizhuang with Dayang.

"I am coming too!"

Qiu Sheng quickly put down his bowls and chopsticks and followed Wen Cai out of here.

Seeing how reasonable and wealthy Li Yun was, Uncle Jiu felt even more angry.

He hates the fact that iron cannot become steel. These two young boys are so old and they are still ignorant...

Taking advantage of the absence of the literary talent Qiusheng, Li Yun glanced at Uncle Jiu, who was sulking alone, and asked seemingly unintentionally: "Uncle Jiu, I heard that everyone who practices Maoshan Taoism knows you. Since you are so famous, why are you under my disciples?" Only two apprentices?"

Uncle Jiu was startled when he heard the words, then he seemed to have misunderstood Li Yun's meaning, coughed slightly and said: "If Pindao opens the gate widely, there will naturally be a large number of Taoist people who want to join Pindao's sect, but Pindao has always been It’s better to have it in short supply than in excess, not just anyone will accept it.”

...Would you rather lack than waste?

Li Yun twitched the corner of his mouth and glanced at the direction Wen Cai Qiusheng left, without comment.

Uncle Jiu noticed Li Yun's gaze and felt a little embarrassed. He immediately added: "The first priority for a poor Taoist is fate, followed by kindness, third by truth, and last by talent. Qiu Sheng, a literary talent, is a bit incompetent, but They are destined to me and have good character..."

Li Yun nodded and said: "This is the so-called don't push if you have a chance, and don't try if you don't have a chance, right?"

Uncle Jiu smiled and said, "Yes, I didn't expect Brother Li to know this rule."

"So over the years, Uncle Ninth, how many unlucky apprentices have you promoted in total?"

"There are too many to count at the moment... there must be at least a dozen of them!"

"Is there any of these people that impresses you?"

Li Yuntu was desperate and wanted to get information about the suspected time traveler from Uncle Jiu.

Uncle Jiu was speechless for a moment and couldn't help but glance at his junior brother out of the corner of his eye, hoping that he could help ease the embarrassment.

But Taoist Priest Four Eyes was focused on the wine at the moment and didn't notice the look from his senior brother at all.

The atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly became strange.

It was Li Yun who realized something was wrong and took the initiative to change the topic, which made the embarrassed Uncle Jiu breathe a sigh of relief.

It seems that the travelers in this world really haven’t come to visit Uncle Jiu, at least not yet...

Li Yun thought silently in his heart.

When the literary talent Qiusheng returned from buying wine, Li Yun showed his monster-like physique and easily knocked down everyone at the dinner table. Uncle Jiu and Taoist Master Simu did not use Taoism to sober up, so they were no match for Li Yun.

After settling the four drunk people, Li Yun left a note and then went to Renjiazhuang alone to investigate the situation on the village.

But unfortunately, he didn't find anything unusual, nor did he find any suspected travellers.

There was no other way, so Li Yun had no choice but to return disappointed.

It was almost dusk at this time, and Li Yun was walking on the path in the wilderness, heading towards Yizhuang.

When passing by a dense forest in the wilderness, Li Yun suddenly stopped and looked at the center of the forest with a surprised look on his face.

There was a hazy white mist there, and in the mist there was a stone as tall as a person. Next to the stone, Uncle Jiu's eldest disciple Qiu Sheng was bent over, with his body hunched over and his face covered with a white cloth, as if he was carrying something. Running in circles.

Li Yun was slightly startled when he saw this, then he squinted his eyes, his spiritual consciousness gathered in his eyes, and he immediately saw through the fog and saw the truth.

I saw a skinny, white-haired old man lying on Qiu Sheng's back, with a face full of wrinkles and sunken eyes. His body was trembling, his lips were trembling, his sparse white hair was flying in the wind, and the corners of his pale mouth were still hanging. A weird and scary smile.

...It turned out to be a lonely ghost!

Li Yun suddenly realized it, and then couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth and looked at them with interest.

"Oh, turn left, be careful to hit a tree!"

The skinny old man on Qiu Sheng's back had a strange smile on his face and shouted in a panic.

When Qiu Sheng heard his words, he seemed to really see a big tree and quickly moved to the left.

"That's right, turn left, turn right, then turn left again!"

The skinny old man kept shouting, and Qiu Sheng followed suit, spinning in circles under his command.

And Qiu Sheng didn't seem to notice that he was spinning. He only felt that the old man on his back was getting heavier and heavier, and he was getting more and more tired.

Finally, with beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but ask: "Old man, where is your home?"

The skinny old man put his hands on Qiu Sheng's shoulders, poked his head from his neck, and asked, "What did you say?"

Qiu Sheng stretched out his hand to wipe his sweat and gasped: "Let me tell you, where is your home?"

The skinny old man said with a smile: "Oh, it's coming soon, we'll be there after passing this mountain and another mountain."

"What?" Qiu Sheng couldn't help shouting, "Doesn't that mean we have to run to dawn?"

The skinny old man said with a smile: "There is no need to run to dawn..."

Because there will be no daylight at all!

The white cloth covering Qiu Sheng's eyes was called ghost cloth. If he covered it up, everything he saw would be hallucinations.

Affected by hallucinations, Qiu Sheng knew nothing about his situation. He just carried the old man on his back and walked forward at a loss until he was out of breath and sweating like rain.

Seeing this scene, the old man's face turned bright and he let out a weird smile.

Suddenly, a slightly smiling voice came from the front.

"Qiu Sheng, you are so tired from running, please wipe your sweat!"

Qiu Sheng didn't have much energy to think at this time. When he heard this, he immediately reached for his waist and wanted to wipe the sweat with a sweat towel.

But what he kept on his waist at the moment was not a sweat towel, but a protective yellow amulet given to him by his uncle, Taoist Master Four Eyes.

Qiu Sheng didn't notice anything unusual, so he picked up the yellow talisman and wiped it on his face.

The yellow talisman was covered with white cloth, giving off a faint yellow light, and the white cloth immediately fell down.

The cool air rushed towards him, making Qiu Sheng shiver uncontrollably, and the originally dazed rationality returned to his brain.

At this time, the fog surrounding Qiu Sheng had disappeared, and his eyes were still on the stone where he first met the old man.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but be stunned.

He immediately realized something, bent his neck stiffly, and turned his gaze to the ground beneath his feet.

He was the only shadow on the ground, and there was no trace of the old man on his back!

"What's the matter, young man?"

The old man's voice came from behind, and the originally kind voice had turned into a sinister smile.

Qiu Sheng came back to his senses with a start, and his scalp went numb instantly.

Oops, I saw a ghost!