Across the river where Chen Wuji and others could not see, Xu Qing was squatting in front of a stall.

The owner of the street stall is not a young and beautiful girl, but an old man with a wrinkled face.

He sells oil-paper umbrellas.

There are two types of oil-paper umbrellas sold by the old man, one is already made and the other is freshly made.

It is said that it is made freshly, but in fact, the pattern that the customer wants is painted on the umbrella surface.

Xu Qing chose freshly made oil-paper umbrellas.

It’s not easy to set up a stall at such an old age. Xu Qing chose the second option because freshly made oil-paper umbrellas are more expensive.

As for why Xu Qing didn't buy all the oil-paper umbrellas on the street stalls, it wasn't because he didn't have enough money, it was just that he thought these oil-paper umbrellas were quite exquisite. An old man with such skills probably didn't want to be treated with mercy.

The old man is a craftsman.

He should not only live, but also live with dignity.

When old people come out to set up stalls, few people choose freshly made oil-paper umbrellas because they are too expensive.

He asked: "I don't know what pattern I want to draw?"

Xu Qing smiled, looked at the bridge not far away, and said, "There happens to be a bridge in front of me. It reminds me of the broken bridge in the West Lake. Just draw a picture of the broken bridge with snow remaining on it."

There was a hint of nostalgia in the old man's eyes, and he said: "To tell you the truth, I have actually been to the West Lake and seen that broken bridge."

Xu Qing smiled and said: "Your surname is definitely not Xu."

The old man waved his hand and said: "My surname is Wu, Taoist Priest. I see that you are neatly dressed and have an extraordinary demeanor. You don't look like you are out shopping. It's almost evening now. It's the time when adults come and go to Tianxiang Tower. I think you are coming."

If you go to Tianxianglou to have a drink, I won’t waste your time and prepare it for you as soon as possible.”

Xu Qing couldn't help but be surprised. It was no lie that people become more mature with age.

He said casually: "Old man, you guessed it right, but you don't seem surprised that I, a Taoist priest, went to Tianxiang Tower?"

The old man began to mix colors. He was so skillful that he almost didn't use his eyes. He replied to Xu Qing and said: "I have also seen monks going to Tianxiang Tower. For example, in Lanruo Temple outside the city, the monks there often come to Tianxiang Tower. But it is said to be for religious purposes. Who knows?

Do you know if you have done anything else?"

Xu Qing smiled and said nothing. It was hard to ask too detailed a question.

On the other hand, Lanruo Temple caught Xu Qing’s attention, maybe it was Lanruo Temple from A Chinese Ghost Story.

Since there are still monks inside, it is natural that it has not been occupied by demons yet.

You can go shopping another day.

The old man seemed to be opened to chatterbox, hehehe said: "Actually, I also go to Tianxiang Tower occasionally."

Xu Qing praised: "I don't see that you are still ambitious."

The old man shook his head and said, "I don't have any energy left. I just like to listen to the girl Huanhuan from Tianxiang Tower singing. She is a humble servant, and she does not sell herself as a performer."

Xu Qing smiled and said: "I am vulgar."

The old man moved his pen like flying, and soon there was a lifelike picture of a broken bridge with remaining snow on the oil paper.

Although it is not comparable to the works of famous artists, it is still better than ordinary painters.

After the old man finished painting, he was a little out of breath.

He collected Xu Qing's money, handed the oil-paper umbrella to him, and sighed: "I'm really old."

Xu Qing smiled and said: "Birth, old age, illness and death are all human nature, but I think you are very lucky and will make a small fortune soon."

The old man asked curiously: "The Taoist master can still read faces?"

Xu Qing smiled softly and said, "I know how to watch the sky. It will rain soon."

The old man looked at the sky and saw that it was cloudless. He said, "It doesn't look like it's going to rain at all."

Xu Qing said leisurely: "Believe me, you are right. Prepare to hold an umbrella. Don't get caught in the rain when you sell umbrellas later."

Seeing Xu Qing's certainty, the old man couldn't help but believe it. He quickly took out an oilcloth and said, "If it really rains, the ink on the umbrella will be washed away. I'll wrap it up for you."

The ink he prepared dries immediately after you put the pen down, but if it encounters water immediately, it will be easily spent.

Xu Qing waved his hand and said, "It can't be flushed away."

He walked forward, seemingly very slowly, and quickly disappeared into the bustling crowd.

Suddenly there was a thunder and it started to rain heavily.

This rain came quite suddenly.

The old man hurriedly opened his umbrella and was startled, "It's really raining."

The rain came at a strange time, and it fell within a radius of two miles.

The old man didn't have time to think about it. Many people came to buy umbrellas, and they were all sold out in a short time.

It started to rain, but Xu Qing didn't hold an umbrella.

He travels like a dragon king, accompanied by wind and rain.

This rain was originally summoned by him with his dragon scales.

It rains just to make an old man sell his umbrella.

He wanted to do it, so he did it.

Xu Qing approached Tianxiang Tower but did not go up.

Amidst the sound of wind and rain, there is also the sound of piano.

The sound of the piano has a magical quality that can arouse people's emotions and desires, making people happy and sad. Xu Qing is very sensitive to the emotions and desires, so he can easily detect the specialness of the piano sound.

The person playing the piano upstairs must be a monk.

And he is not a righteous monk.

Xu Qing thought to himself, "If there is no good feast, there will be no good party."

He didn't plan to go up in a hurry. He had money and would not miss this meal.

It's a pity that he didn't carry the harp with him. Otherwise, if he played a mantra to purify the heart and spread good deeds, the guy who was playing the harp using magic skills would probably go crazy and vomit three liters of blood.

He thought for a while, and it was not far from home anyway. He threw the old wooden fish into the river nearby and said softly: "Go back and ask your wife to bring me the piano."

Old Muyu immediately got into the river and used water escape. In this way, he would not be easily noticed by the monks in Tianxiang Tower. After passing a section of water, Old Muyu soared into the sky from the river and soon arrived at Xu's courtyard.

"Miss Huan Niang, please take the master's piano to Tianxiang Tower quickly. The master is going to fight with the demonic monks."

The voice of the old wooden fish reached the eunuch's ears. After all, it had been following the blood monk for many years, and it also sensed the aura of the demonic monk from Tianxiang Tower.

The eunuch was shocked.

"Oh, Master, while visiting the brothel, did you end up in a devil's cave?"

"What bad luck."

She was talking about the demonic monk.

When Xu Qing was waiting for his concubine to arrive, the sound of the piano lingered in the Tianxiang Tower. Chen Wuji and Hu Dahai seemed to be drunk, taking drunken steps in the building.

The Lord Magistrate drank the wine leisurely. After finishing the glass, he said, "Miss Huanhuan, who made you unhappy? I actually asked you to use the Heavenly Demon Skill."

Huanhuan sighed softly through the curtain: "There are people from the Qingcheng Sect nearby."

Her voice was as soft as the morning dew and dawn, and she said again: "Your Excellency, please come out."

There was a dull sound of footsteps in the stairwell.

But I saw a Facebook student, carrying a broad sword, appear at the top of the stairs.

When he saw Chen Wuji and Chen Wuji who were walking drunkenly and unconscious, he couldn't help but frown. He said: "It is best not to involve ordinary people in the affairs of cultivators."

"Your rules and regulations of the righteous path are of no use to us. Just in time, the leader asked me to arrest a disciple of the righteous path and ask me what big things you have been plotting these past two days. Besides, you are still from the Qingcheng sect, so I can't let you go."

"I'm afraid you've found the wrong person." Facebook student Fang smiled coldly.

He pointed a finger, and the broad sword flew out from behind, forming a circle of swords in an instant, shattering the curtain, and happily surrounding the Qingguo who was playing the piano.
Chapter completed!