: 51 intentionally making friends

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Ten miles in the suburbs of Beijing is the privileged Zhuangzi Garden. There is a small town on the way. It was originally a place for those who cherished their lives. Because of the privilege of traveling, it is necessary to send people to Zhuangzi several days in advance to see, and to leave a reliable family servant to see Zhuangzi, one to two, these servants also began to sell land in the vicinity, slowly forming a bustling town.
This day happens to be the second day of the first month.
The clan powers are mostly in the capital, and the suburbs in Beijing are cold and clear.
The management of these gardens, together with their relatives, also governed the civilians, or the servants of the generations. When the snow stopped, they all gathered in the town, drinking and gambling, and spent a lot of years.
The cloth with the scorpion floated in the cold wind.
A man with a felt hat, walked down with his sleeves down.
There was an unusual gambling in the gambling, the oil lamps hanging on the walls were swaying, some were dim, and a few sheets of Eight Immortals were crowded with people, and the plates of silver were shot at the table, and the gamblers were red-faced.
Looking at the field with a big waist and a round of gambling, leaning against the wall, I looked at everyone with a sigh of relief.
The man who touched the gambler, took off his felt hat, and squeezed into the gambling-sized table. He probed the brain - he was wearing a bit shabby, only one piece of the body, although it was new, it didn't look like a few waters. However, this thin and windy appearance is obviously a servant who has no money in his pocket.
Not the owner is particularly embarrassed, it is too mixed.
The privilege punishes those slaves who have made mistakes, but who have some affectionate sentiments. They are sent to Zhuangzi. These people can only live for the rest of their lives, and the world is hot and cold. It is difficult to eat and wear warm clothes.
That is, the annual festival, the gift of the master, can get the reward.
This kind of people are common in casinos. The big man who watched the scene sneaked a few glances at him. Even if he didn’t see anything, he passed the man.
- He didn't know that he had looked away.
There are so many people watching the gambling fair, and I know how to practice the family. How can I see the real person?
This man who disguised himself was Ji Hong.
The house of the Sword Supreme is not far from the town. When Ji Hong came here, the blind eye method was useless. He converges on spiritual power, gaze at the eyes, pretends to be a cowering look, and uses black charcoal to smear a layer on his forehead and cheekbones. Those servants are generally the same.
Ji Hong’s past life felt that everyone in the realm of cultivation was above the top, and Yuan Ying’s monks couldn’t look down on the people below Jin Dan’s period. The comprehensions did not usually put mortals in their eyes.
This kind of neglect makes the past eight-tailed fox hidden in the world to make waves, and the right-handed magic repairs have nothing to do. Instead, they question each other. Even after hunting the foxes in Beihai County, there are still people who question whether the foxes really exist.
These self-cultivators, whether they are arrogant or accustomed to escaping from the world, are too ignorant of the common customs.
For example, the blind eye method that they are accustomed to use is really good, but in the case of a comprehension who is higher than the repair, it is simply a label that has a "My Nai Suzhen" on the forehead. Especially like Ji Hong today, it’s a sneak peek into a place where a monk is completely uninterested and will not come. If he uses the blind method, then this label has to add "I have a problem" "I don't care" "I Is there anything more stupid than doing something sneaky?"
Here is the sphere of influence of the Sword Swordsman, walking on the road, and occasionally encountering one or two demons is unusual! Everyone in this year has nothing to do, and people who see the blind eye are curious and play tracking.
- Ji Hong, who is not a fool, reveals a mocking smile.
Soon, he converges without a trace, shaking the cable from the sleeves and following the bet.
Ji Hong casually lost, luck did not turn back all the light, but every time he lost, he sighed and provoked people around him to shout the poor ghosts.
He was pushed a few steps, he was not annoyed, and he continued to be cheeky and behind.
Until an hour later, when he once again inadvertently scanned the casino, Ji Hong’s heart leaped and tried to curb his inner joy.
He is waiting for someone!
I don't know when, the noisy gambling house mixed in a teenager, it looks white and clean, but thieves and eyes, quietly rushing to the sleeves of the purse, looking at the scorpion in the porcelain scorpion, no interest, even the gambling table pressed thick He also didn't care about the thick stack of silver money.
Not long after, the boy determined the goal.
He slowly took out the broken silver, got close to a table, and began to gamble casually, but his eyes always fell on the jade pendant hanging around the waist of a man with a drink.
The pendant is about jade, a bit motley, but the texture is excellent, and it looks very delicate. Eighty percent is the scrap of jade, the owner appreciates, it seems that this servant is quite a bit of power, the identity of the host is not bad.
The man screamed and drank, patted the silver ticket, and did not seem to lose or win.
Ji Hong also pretended to be shirked and went around to the table.
The teenager looked up at him, and Ji Hong only stared at the blind man, his face flushed, no different from other gamblers.
After a few rounds, the young man started, and his fingers slid, and he touched the jade pendant. The movement was very light--but he hadn’t had time to slip away. The big man who was watching the anger screamed, stepped forward and picked up the teenager. collar.
"Little thief! Dare to stretch your claws in our gambling house?"
At the table, everyone was shocked and they touched their pockets.
The teenager struggled for a moment, and said with anger: "What are you talking about, what are you talking about? Xiaoye, I am so good to bet here, luck is booming, you don't want to squirt blood!"
"My Hetian jade sinks!" The owner yelled, and turned his hand to hold the boy, saying, "Is it stolen, send the official!"
Next to watching the lively sneer: "Wang Guanwu, the moon is closed for the moon! Let me go to the government for this matter, your master also dislikes it, finds things, interrupts his hand, that is."
The owner angered and glanced at the young man and found that he was dressed in a simple and ordinary way. He looked completely foreigner. When he was in his eyes, he was very fierce: "The kid, ask your family to take a few dollars to redeem, I will let you go."
"You are nonsense!" The teenager struggled to yell and pointed to the big man who was watching the gambling room. "Which eye do you see Xiaoye stealing his stuff?"
"Humph!"
Look at the big man Yin Yin smile, "Boy, you come in and I will stare at you! Last year, you stole the snuff bottle of Xu Family in our gambling workshop, will you beat you well, will you dare to come this year?"
The owner heard that there was no one who had any origins. He suddenly felt refreshed and picked up his sleeves and became angry. "Turn this kid out, find things out, throw them out, and freeze them for me!"
The expression of the boy’s original indifferent change suddenly changed, and he found out that the pendant was thrown out. He also took a sip:
Which is not worth the money, the slaves are the next generation or the slaves!

"You hit!"
In the gambling robes, there was a pot, a punch and a kick, and some unrelated people also licked the fish and took a few feet.
Ji Hong didn't go to join in the fun, just pointed at the gambling table and shouted: "I can't open it, I'm betting!"
Shake the scorpion's dealer, look at him lazily, and uncover the shackles, which is a little bit small.
Ji Hong was overjoyed and stalked his neck and shouted: "Haha, I won, I will pay, I have fifty bets on copper."
Although the silver money in the casino is a mess, but the dealer certainly remembers to bet, especially Ji Hong, the poor ghost, swaying for an hour, the total amount of money touched from the sleeves is not fifty copper plates, but also so much at one time. It!
"What do you say?" The dealer looked at the poor ghost early and was not pleasing to the eye. "Come on, someone swindles!"
Ji Hong was angry and smashed the table and said: "You only swindle, fake! I have lost one or two silver!"
"Take this messy out and fight!"
So Ji Hong was also arrogantly pinged by Ping Pong.
"Wang, do you still have the clothes of this little thief?"
"Women worth a few dollars? Interrupted hands and feet, throwing out is!" The owner felt very embarrassed, this big New Year, so troubled out, it is really bad.
The big man who watched the gambling room would play Ji Hong with a good fight, then dragged the two together and opened the curtain at the entrance of the gambling house. So he threw it directly into the middle of the road, and both faces were planted in the snow.
The night is dull, because there is no curfew in the first month, the pubs in the town are constantly singing, and the drunkard Laihan is thrown out three or four, and no one stops.
The wind and snow are tight, and passersby rushes past.
"This gambling house must be a fake scorpion!"
Ji Hong made a slap in the snow and raised his head in anger.
Next to him was a thief with a bruised face and a swollen face. The body bones were strangely swaying, and then he sat up.
"Hey." The young singer’s gambling smack screamed at the corner of his mouth and muttered a swearing word.
Many people are busy, and they have forgotten to use this gamble.

In the snow, the two looked at each other and Ji Hong’s pretentious Zhang Dazui:
"This...dao friend?"
"Uh huh." The boy was not happy.
"That jade pendant is worth a hundred and eighty silver, and it is worthwhile to be beaten by mortals." Ji Hong grabbed a handful of snow, wiped off the black charcoal on his face, and went to the black scorpion. A blind eye method, take out the clothes from the storage bag and shake it up. When you stand up again, it is a singer.
The teenager’s eyes are bright:
Is it not a blind eye?

"Hah, I am a shallow, only good gambling. I often go out to play when I was ten years old. Later, my family changed dramatically and was in danger of being exiled. Fortunately, the bones were good and the people were rescued." Ji Hong said with a smile. After years, I am also willing to bear the knot, but this is a slap in the face, but it is impossible to forget. I have to sneak out and enjoy it."
The teenager nodded and seemed to agree with this.
Two fingers bent and bent, sighing: "This year is less good, it can't be changed for a lifetime!"
"Dao Youxiu is profound and has not been discovered before. I don't know if I came to Beijing to see if there is a place where Jihong can help." Ji Hong respectfully but calmly said that he secretly complimented the other party's obstacles without any flaws.
The teenager looked at him with interest: "You are beaten, but you are not annoyed?"
Ji Hong shrugged his shoulders: "Not much this time, this year I said that I have been smashed for ten times!" Suddenly, the expression changed suddenly, and said evilly, "It’s strange to say it! How can I listen to the silver scorpion? Discrimination, why not?"
"Haha." The teenager laughed. "Where the mortal is skillful, even if I am a master, I can't see it!"
Ji Hong heard a joy, but he was well covered.
The juvenile looked in the eyes and did not feel that he had a lot of good feelings for this troubled companion. This young boy was born in the market, and he was concealed evenly on weekdays. He couldn’t help but commit the old mistakes.
Stealing the unjust money can't be said, but definitely not stealing the poor.
What's more, if you have money and don't mean it is a villain, how can you see strangers who are good and bad?
So he likes to go to the gambling house and go into the kiln/child to be a thief.
"Come here, I invite my friends to drink!" The young man did not take back the blind eye and patted Ji Hong’s shoulder. He said happily, "I have nothing to do with entering Beijing. It is the New Year’s Day, just stroll around."
The two of them felt that the other party was interesting, the geeks were in a difficult situation, and one intentionally made a relationship, and soon they said it was in full swing.
Ji Hong has been a human being. He has experienced people and knows the strange and singularity and true identity of the other side. It is also a whisper, and the sentence is said to the heart of the boy.
Waiting for a restaurant, the dishes have not come up, the two have been familiar with many years old friends.
"Oh... I am a small thief in the market. I don’t know my parents when I was young. I don’t know what the surname is. Just call me a little six." The teenager sipped and burned the knife and was very happy. "Well, come to Master, the result is Taisho." The month, actually told me to eat closed doors! The old man is getting worse and worse!"
Ji Hong held a cup and sighed: "My master, who died many years ago, said that it was a magic repair, but he did not do anything that hurts the world. He was killed by a meta-infant monk."
"You are in the vicinity of the Beijing suburbs, want to come under the subordinates of the Sword Sword?" The boy squinted at him.
"Yes, unfortunately, I am superficial." Ji Hong re-exported his identity, did not ask the other side's origins, only advised to drink and eat, and introduced the signature dishes here, the teenager was very satisfied, and smiled.
"Your roots are really good. In the future, you will be promoted to the Yuan Ying period. It is a matter of time to revenge." The teenager squinted.
Ji Hong’s meal, a casual smile:
It’s a good word, but it’s just that I’m deceiving me, it’s not too much, it’s not two days a day. Say what to do, drink!

The young man nodded, holding the hip flask and said with indignation: "In this world, there are too many poor masters. My family is! Don't teach me swordsmanship, saying that I don't look like a sword! That's what I am doing," I can't steal the money, saying that I have to go out and sell art! Dead old man! So rich, there is no mouthful of wine in the first month of the year, even this year, even my apprentice is not!"
He slammed the table and Ji Hong only poured wine and did not speak.
The plump eyes flashed a smile.
If it is not born again, if it is not a monk before the monk, he is now a small master of the foundation, how can he know that the innocent swordsman loves to play the shadow play?
The first person of the Magic Road, the disciple of the sword, seems to have a bad relationship with the Sword Sword. In fact, every year, it is necessary to avoid the ears to see Master, and more like to sneak in the city to steal things?