Fantasy: Starting out as a gigolo, born a Confucian sage

Last time, he got the secret of Yin-Yang School in this bookstore. Shen Wuming always felt that this old man was very secretive.

Although the old man with the bald head claimed that he knew nothing, even so, he must have some good stuff in his hands.

Shen Wuming was determined to cultivate Confucianism, so he naturally would not covet too much things from other schools.

But the Yin-Yang School was different.

However, it was related to the way of cultivating Yin and Yang of heaven and earth, which was a treasure that no man could refuse.

At least after he mastered the Yin-Yang Secret Records of Lord Changxin, he felt that he was eating delicious food and his body was very strong.

Although he had not fought with Chu Youyi in real swords and guns, he had a lot of verbal battles.

"Besides, that time is not far away... I just have to take the top exam."

Shen Wuming rubbed his temples.

"What's wrong? Is your head hurting?" The old man with the bald head said sarcastically with white wine and beef.

"You are so young, but your body is so weak. What will you do when you get old?"

"You are talking without any backache!" Shen Wuming rolled his eyes. This guy didn't know what he had been through.

"I have no problem running a shop every day, so of course I don't have any headaches."

"I am talking without any backache? I tell you, you have backache at such a young age. This is kidney deficiency."

The bald-headed old man looked serious, "I heard that every time you come here, you only know to read those books."

"Go back and do your crafts every day, how can you not feel weak? Why don't you go and see the health preservation over there?"

The bald-headed old man pointed to the side, and Shen Wuming rolled his eyes, "I'm not interested. The Legend of the Female Heroes of Tianshan is still good."

"You don't know the value of things."

The bald-headed old man cursed in a low voice, and a trace of pity flashed in his eyes, but he didn't say it clearly.

He continued to drink there.

Some opportunities are based on fate. He said it, Shen Wuming listened to it, and it was destined.

If he doesn't say it, or if Shen Wuming doesn't listen, then it's fate, don't force it, everything is still destined.

Just as he was sighing secretly, he saw Shen Wuming walking over with a straight face.

"Aren't you not going to read it?"

"You have nothing else to read, I can recite the Legend of the Female Heroes of Tianshan by heart."

Shen Wuming said to him, and took out a few health records at random, just to kill time and read them.

It's nothing more than explaining the Five Animals Play, Eight Section Brocade and the like, and the movements are a bit strange.

Shen Wuming had also watched the old men in the orphanage practice the Five Animals Play before, and felt that the movements were a bit biased.

"Is there something wrong with you? Isn't it a pirated copy?"

Shen Wuming's face was full of doubt, "Just watch it yourself, if someone is really stupid enough to follow and practice, they will have to find you if there is a problem."

"Fuck you... There is no more correct book in the world than mine!" The old man was furious.

"Okay, okay, yours is right, yours is right..." Seeing the old man's attitude, Shen Wuming shook his head.

He didn't want to argue with him, but he didn't want these books to harm people, so he threw out a silver ingot.

"I want these books, day by day... Forget it!"

Shen Wuming thought about it, the thickness of these books is about the same, just right to use them as a cushion on the table.

The old man naturally didn't know what he was thinking, but he couldn't help but flash a strange look in his eyes.

This guy... wouldn't he pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger?

As the saying goes, the true scriptures say one sentence, and the false books are passed on for thousands of volumes. There are not many real things here.

Most of them are just fooling people.

Even those health books, hundreds of books are piled together, but Shen Wuming got those good things.

"Luck? Or am I being played by him?"

The bald old man couldn't help but doubt in his heart, put one hand in his pocket, and calculated frantically.

But there was still nothing unusual.

He thought about it, and simply walked to the back, and after a long time, he found a book and threw it out.

"Take this thing together, it's a complete set, it's good to read, and it can nourish your body, young man."

"Don't bother talking too much."

Shen Wuming said unhappily, but still picked up the book he threw.

The cover of the book said something like 'Eight Parts of Vajra Kung Fu', and he was too lazy to open it to read it. It must be a pirated copy.

According to the old man, it was a good thing to give him all of them.

At least they were used as table mats, so as not to harm other people, and it was also a good deed for the old man.

"Hey, I have to pay for doing good things myself, tut tut tut..."

Shen Wuming sighed twice, and his eyes swept over the bald old man, but he saw that he looked angry.

"Is my aunt here?"

Although he often quarreled with the old man, Shen Wuming still liked this place very much from the bottom of his heart.

Although Shoutinghou Mansion is his home, he can find a space to be alone here.

Although there is an old man who is dying and annoying, it doesn't matter if he dies.

In the afternoon, Xiaohua came to him and said that it was time to pack up and prepare to attend the hairpin banquet.

"It's time to go."

Shen Wuming nodded and left with Xiaohua, but he thought of something and turned around to take the pile of books away.

Can't stay here and harm people.

"This kid..."

The old man glared at his back.

Shen Wuming didn't know, but just walked to Yuzhou Xiaomian opposite and threw another ingot of silver.

"Boss, send a bowl of noodles to the old man in the evening, add beef tendon, and cut a pig ear."

After saying that, Shen Wuming hesitated for a moment and took out two more ingots of silver from his pocket.

"Please help me get another ten taels of wine, a good one, and send it over together."

The leopard-headed and round-eyed boss wiped the oil off his hands on his apron and looked at the silver, "He's twenty taels..."

He was used to Shen Wuming's generosity. Every time he came to order dishes or noodles, it was always a ten-tael ingot of silver.

So he assumed that the first ingot of silver was for noodles, but he gave two more ingots later.

"Give him ten taels, and the remaining ten taels will buy you a drink. I can't let you run errands for me for nothing."

Shen Wuming smiled, then waved his hand, turned around and walked towards Shouting Marquis Mansion, his back was very chic.

"This little guy..."

The noodle shop owner smiled, picked up the towel, and wiped his hands carefully again.

He then put the silver away and threw it into the cabinet.

Not long after, he got the wine, made the noodles, cut the vegetables, and sent them all to the bald-headed old man.

"Hey, Mr. Gong, what's wrong with you today? You even thought of treating me to a drink."

The bald old man was very surprised and sniffed, "It's the bamboo leaf green from the east of the city, good stuff."

But thinking of this guy's usual virtue, he didn't reach out to take it, "You kid don't want to ask me to do something?"

"No deal."

"You are so dramatic! And my surname is Gongyang, not Gong." The noodle shop owner piled the things on the table.

"The little guy gave money before he left."

"I guess he saw an old widow and left without saying goodbye, so he let you have a few bites of good food before he died!"