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Where to find Master

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    It took two hours for the scholar to talk about it, and he was also Confucius, Mencius, Zeng Zhu, and he was dizzy and drowsy after listening to Mo Ran, but he had to pretend to be deeply interested, which was also hard work.

    Mo Ran has a good way of pretending to attend lectures.

    At the beginning, there was an "Oh?", frowning, as if puzzled and doubtful.

    After the other party talked for a while, he said "Oh" again, and the eyebrows were slightly stretched, as if he had a little understanding, and gradually understood.

    Finally, remember to keep your eyes wide open, your gaze shining, and an "oh~" is essential. What you need is to let the speaker understand that you have been enlightened and enlightened after some teachings from him.

    Three "oh", he didn't use it less in Chu Wanning's class.

    It's a pity that Chu Wanning didn't eat this set, and always looked at him coldly and told him to shut up.

    But where did the little bookworm receive such courtesy? After talking about it, his eyes glowed and he jumped for joy.

    "I understand." Mo Ran smiled and said, "After listening to you, and then looking at this landscape map, I know that Danqing is precious, and it is worthless."

    If the little bookworm was still a living person, his face would be flushed, but besides his blushing, other excitement is not bad at all. He is so happy that he doesn't know how to put his hands and feet down. He just smiles like a child, his thin face is full of excitement.  It is light.

    For the first time, Mo Ran was so happy to see being a ghost.

    Almost there, he got up, bowed to the other party, and said: "It's getting late, I'll look around and find a place to stay. If you're free tomorrow, sir, I'll come find you again."

    The scholar was suddenly called Mr., and his expression was even more joyful, half terrified and half blissful: "No, no, no, sir, I don't dare to be a gentleman. I have taken the exam many times, and I can't even get a scholar. I oh"

    Mo Ran smiled and said: "The level of character and learning is not in the fame and fortune, but in the heart."

    The scholar was very surprised: "You, you can say such a thing?"

    "This is what my master said, it's just picking up people's teeth."

    Scholar: " Picking up people's teeth."

    "Really? Hahahaha." Mo Ran scratched his head with a smile, "I remember wrong again."

    Seeing that it was late, and thinking that no one would come to ask about paintings today, the scholar packed up his baskets, suitcases and suitcases, and said, "I have nothing to do, so it's rare to meet someone who can talk. Although the friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, it is also very important."  A thousand cups of wine is too rare for a bosom friend, I think"

    Seeing that he started to drop his schoolbag sourly again, Mo Ran smiled and cut off his words, and said, "Do you want to say, I think it's getting late, why don't we find a place to have a drink?"

    "Ah, yes, yes, have a drink and enjoy yourself, okay?"

    "Okay." Mo Ran nodded, "Mr. pays."

    Scholar: ""

    On the small greasy table was a plate of peanuts, a dozen or so bits and pieces, and two small glasses of wine, crammed half full.  There was only one candle lit in the restaurant, and it was burning shabbyly, and the boss with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks was cleaning a chipped bowl behind the cabinet.

    "The place is a little run-down." The scholar seemed a little uneasy, "But I haven't received any paper money, and there are only a few stores I've been to, and this one is passable"

    "Very good." Mo Ran picked up the wine cup and took a closer look, "Ghosts still eat?"

    "It's all fake, just like giving a sacrifice." The scholar took a sip of the peanut, but the peanut didn't disappear. He said, "Look, it's like this. Taste it."

    Mo Ran put down the wine cup calmly, he is not a dead person, and he will show his flaws when he eats.

    After thirty days of drinking, the scholar seems to be in a better mood, and chatted with Mo Ran for a while, and he asked: "Mr. Mo asked Xiaosheng to help draw a picture of a character. Is he the one you like?"

    Mo Ran hurriedly waved his hand: "No, it's my master."

    "Ah." The scholar was stunned, "I have been setting up a stall in the underworld for many years. I have seen people who want to ask for pictures of beautiful people, but I have never seen anyone who wants me to draw a master. Your master treats you very well?"

    Mo Ran felt ashamed and said, "Okay, very good."

    "No wonder." The scholar nodded, "What do you draw him for?"

    "Looking for someone."

    The scholar said "ah" again, with a surprised expression on his face: "Is he also in the underworld?"

    "Well." Mo Ran said, "I heard that the dead person will stay in Nanke Township for ten or eight years. I can't worry about him. I want to find him and be with him."

    The scholar didn't doubt it, and was even a little moved. He pondered for a while, and finally sighed: "It's rare to see peaches and plums with deep love. Good! Mr. Mo, I will help you with this!"  painting utensils.Before parting ways, Mo Ran carried the portrait of Chu Wanning. According to the scholar, there is a building on the Fifth Street of Nanke Township called "Shunfeng Building", which is specially for the new ghosts to inquire about various news.

    He is going to have a look.

    ? Outside the Shunfeng Building, the red sign fluttered faintly, with a black snake-shaped totem painted on it.  Mo Ran opened the door and entered, and saw a long counter running across the hall. Behind the counter sat a dozen or so ghosts in ocher red robes, all wearing angry wooden lacquer masks, unable to see their true appearance.  In front of these masked ghosts, each has a long line of dead people with different expressions and other wishes.

    There are hundreds of white candles floating on the top of the building, and the overlapping lights illuminate the overlapping dead.  Ghosts come and go, it's very busy.

    "Little master, can you help me find out where my brother is? His name is Zhang Bayi, from Gusu, he was 21 years old when he died"

    "Is there a portrait?"

    "No, no."

    "It can be found without a portrait, and the cost will be ten times more expensive."

    "Brother¡ª¡ª"

    The masked man coughed with a clear voice.

    "Ah, I'm sorry, it turned out to be the elder sister. Eldest sister, it's like this. When I died, the person in the family told me that she would never remarry, but I always watched her flirt with my younger brother for a long time.  , I can¡¯t swallow this breath even if I die, can you check for me to see if she is really a well-behaved widow in Yangjian, or is she getting along with my younger brother!¡±

    "Check out the affairs of Yang, the price is this one, you will see first."

    "Excuse me, Xiaosheng liked a girl in his previous life, but she was rich and expensive, and he didn't like a scholar who was not good enough. Xiaosheng was timid, and he never showed his feelings to her. Later, when she married, Xiaoshengyuan also replaced her.  She was happy. Unexpectedly, she was entrusted to someone else, but a married man Well, something happened later, and she was one step ahead of Xiaosheng. Therefore, Xiaosheng wanted to investigate two things, the first being this  Where is the girl now? The second is I want to know the fate of the two of us in the next life"

    "If you come to a business, you can check it, but you don't charge a fee. It needs to be exchanged with your life. As for where the girl is, please ask me to report her name and portrait."

    "Oh, good, good. There are portraits, here. The girl's surname is Yao, and the single name is a word of blue"

    In front of each cabinet are chirping ghosts, the body is rotten, but the obsession still cannot be let go.

    Mo Ran hugged the lamp, looked left and right and walked around, and found that there were all kinds of questions. The people in Shunfeng Building were either collecting money or Yangshou.

    He has no money, and if he is allowed to accept Yangshou, he will be found out that he is a widow who has sneaked into the underworld.  Feeling apprehensive for a while, he couldn't help but secretly scolded the guilty master for his lack of brains, and didn't know how to stuff some banknotes and ingots into his pockets in advance.

    But looking at the price list, it seems that it is not expensive to inquire about individuals.  The ink burned his heart, ran back to the vicinity of the wine shop, and finally caught up with the scholar.  Anyway, he borrowed some meager silver, and went back to Shunfeng Building.

    After queuing for half a day, it was finally his turn.

    The ink burned anxiously: "I'm looking for someone. This is a portrait."

    He handed Chu Wanning's portrait to the other party, and was about to continue talking.  Unexpectedly, after the man saw it, he laughed lightly, closed the scroll, and asked, "Why are you looking for him?"

    "Ah?" Mo Ran was taken aback, "Just by looking at the painting, you know where he is?"

    "Yes. But tell me first, why are you looking for him?"

    "He is an old friend of mine."

    The other party glanced at him again, and said, "Wait a minute." Then he leaned over and whispered a few words to a colleague next to him.  When he turned around again, his tone was quite amicable.

    "Since he is Mr. Chu's old friend, I won't accept the money." The man got up and waved to him, "Follow me upstairs." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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