Chapter 277

In the teahouse, there are string plucking people, storytellers, singers, and tea guests who are talking and shouting for tea and water. If ordinary people come to listen to it, it's probably a mess and they can't hear anything clearly. But Mo Chen and Xiao Dong are not ordinary people. They can hear these noisy mixed sounds, and each sound can be heard clearly.

The song of plucking Xianzi is to sigh at the third watch. The storyteller is telling a story about the war generals who attacked the city when the country was founded. Some of the tea guests were local people, and some of them were walking here. Their accent was mixed from north to south, which was very lively.

Xiaodong heart can not be used, often focus on listening to a voice, will ignore other sounds. But Mo Chen is different. He can hear everything he wants to hear and won't be confused.

There are all kinds of people in the teahouse. They sit downstairs without much money and love to be lively. They have some spare money and some status. Even at the door, there are poor people who have no money to come in and have a rest and drink two bowls of hot tea outside. These people have no money and no leisure to enter the teahouse for recreation, but they are still happy, talking loudly and frothing. They call themselves brothers regardless of whether the people around them know each other or not. However, as soon as the tea was finished, he went to his own place.

Xiaodong was peeling the skin of luohandou. Luohandou cooked to the heat, but the skin is too hard, he will eat back to twist off the skin.

Mo Chen compared a finger to him and motioned him to pay attention to the words of the idle men downstairs.

“…… Do you think it's strange? The road used to be the same. The delivery and transportation of grain were smooth. After the new year, I couldn't walk. After half a day, I found that I didn't move much, so I didn't dare to move forward. I just turned around and came back. Some people don't believe in evil. It's getting dark and they're still around there. Guess what

"How's it going?" the Joker asked

"It's gone."

"Dead?"

Previously, the man lowered his voice and said, "it's either dead or gone. Later, someone went to find it. They said that the goods were there, the cars were there, and even the horses were found not far away. They were all fine, but the people were gone. You can't see a person alive, you can't die without a corpse... "

"Oh, hey, isn't this the legendary ghost hitting the wall?"

Xiaodong could hear clearly, but he didn't understand why the elder martial brother asked him to pay attention to what these people said. Nine out of ten out of ten of these wild and mountain talks are false. Many of them are false, and some are addicted to boasting. Only a small percentage may be true, but not all of them are ghosts.

"You can hear a lot from these people's words." Mo Chen pointed out to him: "the weather, local conditions and customs, as well as what they have seen and heard on the road, can identify a lot of useful information from it."

"But These people like to brag. Can they believe what they say? "

"Over time, we can tell which is true and which is false." Mo Chen can teach his younger martial brother a lot of things, but some things need to accumulate experience, can not be taught, but also need to make their own sober judgment.

Finally, this is the most important point. Sitting in a teahouse for a moment, a monk with a little foundation and a little hearing and seeing can collect at least 100 pieces of news, large and small. If all these news are contained in his heart, his head must be a mess, and he can't get a clue at all. First of all, it is not clear what is useful and what is useless, but after a long time, you will know it clearly.

"Is it true that they said ghosts hit the wall?"

"Probably not."

Since the elder martial brother said no, it certainly is not. As for why not, Xiaodong didn't find out. The elder martial brother took him out to go shopping to relax and teach him some ways to collect and distinguish information. He was in a good mood at the moment. He really didn't want to waste time around this ghost who didn't know whether it was true or not.

The teahouse is facing the street. Xiaodong and they are sitting by the window. There are people coming and going down the street, and you can see clearly.

Because xiejiazhuang had a wedding ceremony, the two streets in Nancheng were all filled with joy and became more lively than usual. Outside the gate of Xie's family, someone carried a big basket there. If someone went to say congratulations, they could get two meat steamed bread. This kind of good thing attracted many people. Although meat steamed bread is not worth much money, it can't stand much. How many steamed bread have to be sent to this day?

It can be seen that villa master Xie is looking forward to getting a girl. He has always been cautious and low-key.

"Elder martial brother, are those two of us People in the same way? "

Mo Chen has seen two people from the north and nodded to confirm Xiaodong's judgment: "yes. You see that? "

"Well, as you can see, it's not quite the same as ordinary people."

He didn't make it clear where it was different. At first glance, the clothes are almost the same as those of ordinary people, and the old clothes are not conspicuous. If you take a closer look, you will feel that your eyes, look, and walking posture are different from those of ordinary people. This is a kind of feeling of talents in the same way.

"They also went to xiejiazhuang?"

"It must be. Although master Xie has already given up the path of cultivation, and his sons are not good-looking, there are always some old connections. "

Xiaodong asked in a low voice, "why did master Xie give up his cultivation?"In Xiaodong's opinion, this is very strange. What people strive for is long life, to be able to transcend the suffering of life, old age and death. Few people will take the initiative to walk out of this road unless they take the initiative. On this road, everyone is struggling to move forward. Of course, there are some people who don't have such a heavy sense of gain and loss. For example, Hu Zhenzhen, in other people's eyes, is a first-class person who is not eager to make progress. But if you want to give up the road and go back to be a mortal, Xiaodong has never heard of a few.

"Thank you Well, he didn't do it voluntarily. You know that. "

"Oh, I see."

If it's not voluntary, it's hard. If you want to change someone, you are forced to give up the road of cultivating Taoism and seeking immortality. Maybe you will be in a bad state of mind. Master Xie is still living such a wonderful life. He married and had children, revitalized his family, and arranged a banquet for the sake of getting rich money. This state of mind is incomparable to ordinary people.

Moreover, master Xie has a wide range of friends. From the guests who have come to celebrate the wedding ceremony of xiejiazhuang, we can see that he has a good fate.

Xiaodong thinks that although master's friends are not many, they are worthy of respect. Such as the sword crazy Master Liu, Tianji mountain Hu Zhenren, the song city Lord of Beifu City, and the master Xie, are all extraordinary.

When they left the teahouse and went back to xiejiazhuang, they felt a little strange when they arrived at the door.

When they left, the servants who sent steamed bread in front of the door were no longer at the door. Even the door was no longer open. They had closed tightly, leaving only one side door open.

It's a long time before the sun sets. Why Is something wrong with Chuang Li?

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