Chapter 50 Two Shameless

There were rumors in Raging Fire City that when Yang Zhen was a 'mysterious' boy, Yang Zhen blew his beard and stared at an old man.

Under the leadership of Lan Fangyue, Yang Zhen boarded the Changyue Tower and came to a place similar to a living room. Lan Fangyue took Yang Zhen out here alone.

This is a wooden house, which looks completely different from the magnificent and simple Changyue Building. The wooden house does not have the slightest sense of simplicity and grandeur, and it is decorated simply, even a little crudely.

At first, Yang Zhen could wait quietly, but he became a little impatient after waiting. It has been nearly a quarter of an hour since he came in, not to mention that Lan Fangyue did not appear again, not even a ghost.

Yang Zhen poured two cups of tea on his own, and after drinking it, the fragrance entered his throat and left the fragrance in the room.

The tea is good tea, but Yang Zhenpin can't produce anything, the more he drank it, the more tasteless he was, so he just put the tea box in his arms and was about to go out, but before he could go out, he was blocked by a bad old man.

The old man seemed to be running over, out of breath, with the feeling of almost dying, staring at Yang Zhen, blowing his beard and staring.

Yang Zhen looked weird, and said with a stern face: "Is this the way of hospitality in Changyuelou? Let the guests wait here for a quarter of an hour. It seems that Changyuelou doesn't seem to welcome me very much. Goodbye!"

"Little thief!" The old man stared, and stood at the door with his hips akimbo, his almond-shaped eyes staring round: "You don't know what to do, do you know how much the two cups of tea you drank just now are worth?"

"How much?" Yang Zhen glanced at the old man, and secretly stuffed the tea pot in his arms.

This old man couldn't tell his age, although he looked like he was in his sixties or seventies, he was alive and well without any signs of aging, especially with a big red nose and rosy cheeks, he looked like a comedian.

The spirit is spirited, but Yang Zhen thinks that the old man is a bit distracted, the clothes on his body are tattered, and there are some messy smells, the smell and smell are mixed together, it's just weird.

Hearing Yang Zhen's question, the old man snorted, looked sideways at Yang Zhen and said nothing.

Yang Zhen curled his lips and reached out to push the old man: "Don't talk about pulling him down!"

The old man's eyes widened, as if he didn't expect that Yang Zhen would dare to do something here, and he was pushed on him by Yang Zhen when he was caught off guard.

"En?" Yang Zhen looked at the old man unexpectedly. Although he didn't use too much strength just now, he was afraid that he would accidentally push this weird old man to pieces, but no matter how strong an ordinary old man is, he shouldn't stay still.

The old man looked at Yang Zhen proudly: "The boy is quite conscientious. If you had used a little more strength just now, you would be a dead person now."

Yang Zhen nodded and said, "Thank you for not killing me, senior, goodbye."

"It's easy to say... Fuck, are you really pushing?" The old man staggered, stepped back two steps, and looked at the old man with a confused expression: "You are not afraid of hurting me, the whole Changyue Tower is chasing you!" you?"

"I believe you, you bastard, you are a weird old man, how could you get hurt?" Yang Zhen raised his leg and walked out.

The old man didn't stop him, the old god was leaning against the door, and said gloatingly: "Little thief, the two cups of tea you drank just now can build another Changyue Tower in Raging Fire City. That one jar is not enough for ten Changyuelou."

Yang Zhen almost bumped into the door frame, and turned to stare at the old man: "Are you blackmailing someone?"

"So what, the tea leaves are in your arms now, you'll know when you find someone to swish, you little thief!" The old man was very proud, as if he was sure of Yang Zhen.

"what!"

Yang Zhen suddenly let out a strange cry, lay down on the ground with his head in his arms and wailed: "Come on, Changyuelou killed people, ouch, I have a headache, I have a headache, I have to go to the hospital, I have to do a brain CT, let me tell you Poor old man, you bullied people with your strength, hit me and suffered serious internal injuries, if I die, you are the sinner of Changyue Tower."

The old man was taken aback by Yang Zhen's strange screams, he stared blankly at Yang Zhen who was on the ground, and said with a blank face, "Why do you become a sinner?"

"Are you stupid?" Yang Zhen rolled his eyes at the old man: "Think about it, I am a distinguished guest of Changyue Tower, and I took over the task of Changyue Tower, and now I died in Changyue Tower for no reason. How do you view this matter?"

"If...how do you think about it?"

"Why does the Changyue Tower cry in the middle of the night? Why does the young monk suddenly die suddenly? Why is the clothes of Widow Li's family stolen frequently? Why does the big girl and daughter-in-law of Raging Fire City stay out at night, staring at the Changyue Tower and weeping sadly? These are all What is the reason, what do you think the thousands of monks in the world will think?"

The old man opened his mouth, his hair stood on end, and a look of horror flashed in his eyes: "Boy, don't talk nonsense, what does Widow Li's clothes have to do with my Changyue Tower, and those big girls and young wives, don't dare Why did you look at Changyuelou crying when you went out, you, you...don't ruin my reputation in Changyuelou."

Yang Zhen lay on the ground and couldn't get up: "Anyway, if there is something wrong with me, for example, if a hair is missing or a hair is broken, these problems will be circulated in the streets and alleys tomorrow, and I will make it into The familiar and catchy ballads, taught to the children in Raging Fire City to sing..."

"Shut up!" The old man glared, "You little bastard, shut up!"

"I don't!" Yang Zhenyi turned his head: "If you tell me to shut up, I will shut up. Wouldn't it be embarrassing for me? At that time, everyone will say, 'Oh, Changyue Tower is like this Changyue Tower. , there is a bad old man in Changyue Building.'..."

"Ahhh, shut up!" The old man scratched his messy head and said dejectedly, "Okay, kid, you won, and I'll give you the box of Wannianchun!"

Yang Zhen laughed straight, stood up, patted the old man on the shoulder and said, "Isn't it just a box of Wannianchun? Later, I'll treat you to Biluochun. It's really not good. Tieguanyin, the best Maojian fat sea, I'll tell you secretly, some tea leaves It's rootless tea!"

The old man's eyes flashed brightly, and he pulled Yang Zhen and asked, "Your iron sea, from Fat Guanyin, is really good tea? Also, what kind of tea is rootless tea?"

Yang Zhen leaned into the old man's ear and said, "Rootless tea should have been found in the sky, and the tip of the tea was collected by the tongue of a virgin who is as beautiful as a fairy."

"Hey hey hey..." The old man put his arm around Yang Zhen's shoulder and said, "I didn't expect that little friend is still a fellow."

"Hey hey hey..." Yang Zhen blinked at the old man: "Brother is the one with temperament."

"Sexy?" The old man was taken aback for a moment, then overjoyed: "I like you, you kid speaks comfortably and nicely!"

"I don't like you, I only like cute little girls."

The two sluts, one old and one young, laughed and laughed, which made Lan Fangyue in the other room dumbfounded.

In the water curtain, all the activities of Yang Zhen and the old man were clearly presented in front of Lan Fangyue. Lan Fangyue stared at the water curtain dumbfounded and murmured:

"Didn't you want to frustrate his temper? Didn't you want to teach this thief a lesson? Your old man ran away, and ended up calling him a brother?"

As she listened, Lan Fangyue blushed, and said, "Two shameless bastards!"