I don't make elixirs or meditate; I don't do business or farm.
When I have free time, I write poems about bliss, so as not to make money by committing sins in the world.
—A certain tomb has a short life.
Russell looked at the unique couplet at the door of the room and was dumbfounded. In his era, who would not be careful and hide from others when writing about Emperor Liu
Various nicknames are flying around, like Midnight Butcher, Brother Xiaoqiang, Carrying a Knife but No Umbrella on a Rainy Night, and he wants to hide himself deeply.
And the person in front of me seems to regard writing about Liu Huangshu as an elegant profession.
Russell couldn't help but look down at the book in his hand that the middle-aged woman had just stuffed into his hand. He flipped through it casually. Hmm, it was a good thing, and it even had illustrations.
“Squeak!”
The door in front of him opened, and a man who looked like an ugly person walked out.
What kind of improper method is this
She was still wearing a girl's bellyband on her head, and a delicate voice came from behind her.
"Uncle! Why did you get up so early today? Come over and sleep for a while!"
The man took off the bellyband on his head, sniffed it carefully, and reluctantly stuffed it into his arms, "No, no, I have something to come this morning."
He lowered his head, looking at little Russell and the illustrated book in his hands, with a meaningful smile on his face.
"It's a bit early to read this book now. It's just nonsense."
Luo Su's face was embarrassed, and then he said righteously, "Luo is a student of the Spring and Autumn Annals, how could I look down on you, Uncle Liu!"
As he said this, he stuffed the illustrated book into his arms.
To be honest, the scenes depicted by a certain Ling Xiaoxiaosheng are not as romantic as those in later generations, but he is a good painter, with the clothes being disheveled and half-covered.
You can tell at first glance that he is a good sketcher!
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The man laughed and couldn't help but reach out and touch Russell's head, "I haven't seen someone as funny as you in a long time."
When had he ever seen a child talk to him like this? Not to mention children, there were even few adults.
When others heard that he was writing about Emperor Liu, they all kept a distance from him, for fear of being involved in any rumors. The literati even regarded him as a disgrace to the literati.
What's wrong with writing about Liu Huangshu
This is also for the sake of human sexual happiness.
The man coughed, then said seriously, "Little guy, Uncle Jiu, what's the matter with you coming here?"
This time it was Russell's turn to be stunned. How did this guy, who looked so unserious, know that I was Uncle Jiu's apprentice
As if seeing his confusion, the man stretched out his arms and waved a red folding fan embroidered with erotic pictures a few times casually, "In this small Renjia Town, there are only a few Taoists who can teach a disciple like you!"
His eyes were filled with amazement, realizing that he was not just an ordinary writer about Emperor Liu, but was actually a top-notch expert in raising Gu.
There is a famous Gu on him.
Strange fragrance Gu.
It is about two inches long, pink all over, and resembles a cicada. It emits a unique fragrance. Ordinary people only need to smell it lightly to become confused and fascinated, and become a little dazed, and unconsciously attracted to the person who raises the insect.
But Russell had been standing in front of him for almost half an incense stick of time, his expression was clear, and he was not affected at all.
The proof is that he has profound magical powers!
In the entire Renjia Town, Uncle Jiu is the only Taoist priest. Judging from Russell’s young age, he is most likely Uncle Jiu’s apprentice.
You can easily find out by just blackmailing.
Looking at Russell's stunned face, the man couldn't help but be complacent, "Uncle Nine is waiting for me outside, right? Let's go, let's go, I haven't seen him for a long time."
How did he know Uncle Nine was outside
This is simply a piece of cake. Who would be willing to let a child enter Yihongyuan
In all likelihood, Uncle Jiu wanted to find him but was too embarrassed to come in, so he asked this little kid Russell to come find him.
He has a very good understanding of Uncle Jiu's personality, a skill he has acquired from years of picking up girls. Otherwise, how do you think he could have lived in Yihong Courtyard for a long time and drawn pictures for those girls
It depends not only on the face, but also on the talent!
The man hummed a little tune and hid the strange fragrance Gu in his arms. This was his great treasure and he must not let Uncle Jiu see it, otherwise it would most likely be gone.
That damn big cock!
She would sneak into his house from time to time and run away with the poisonous insects that had not yet been raised.
So abominable!
Russell followed him downstairs, his little head full of question marks. How did this young man guess that Uncle Nine was outside
Can you tell fortunes
This is a bit too accurate.
The man walked to the door leisurely, and when he saw Uncle Jiu waiting outside, his face straightened and he saluted with both hands.
"Uncle Nine!"
Uncle Jiu nodded and looked him up and down. Seeing that his face was ruddy, his legs and feet were solid and strong, and he was in good spirits without any sign of lethargy, he could not help but frowning.
"You are using the Hehuan Gu again!"
The man was startled and panicked, "Uncle Jiu, this Hehuan Gu is used to nourish Yin and Yang, which is very beneficial to both men and women. It is not a harmful Gu!"
Nourish yin and replenish yang
Everyone around couldn't help but stare at it, what a great thing!
Uncle Jiu was still a little disappointed, "There are so many good Gu techniques in Yang Gu Sect, and many of them have saved lives. Why do you focus so much on this Hehuan Gu? I heard that you don't leave Yihong Courtyard for eight out of ten days now. How shameful!"
The man was scolded like a child, mumbling and not daring to speak, and finally muttered softly.
"I've been practicing the Hehuan Gu, which makes me very hot-tempered. I have to spend five or six hours a day on it. Besides, those girls still rely on me for food."
"Um?"
Uncle Jiu glared at me, "What's the matter? Do you still dare to be stubborn?"
“No, no, no!”
The man quickly supported Uncle Jiu's back and said, "Uncle Jiu, calm down, calm down. I didn't sleep well yesterday, so I just said nonsense this morning."
"You come here so early in the morning, is there anything else?"
A certain Ling felt bitter in his heart. He thought that he was also a bad-mouthed person. Why did he talk back? If he offended someone, his Hehuan Gu would be fed to the chickens.
Fortunately, Uncle Jiu did not pursue the matter. First, although Ling Duan was his junior and knew him, he was not his apprentice, so he did not want to say too much.
Secondly, the Hehuan Gu is originally a legitimate Gu technique of the Gu Yang Sect, which nourishes yin and replenishes yang. If it does not harm decent women and do some shameful things, Uncle Jiu would not be too concerned.
Furthermore, this guy named Ling Duansheng made money by writing about Liu Huangshu and supported a large number of girls in Yihongyuan.
People from all walks of life have their own way of living, and not everyone can walk on the right path, go to school, get married, have children, and live a peaceful life like an ordinary person.
Uncle Jiu sighed. Especially in these troubled times, having something to eat is more important. If you can't even survive, what's the point of talking about morality, etiquette, and shame
He flipped his hand, and the blood-red worm that he had taken out of Old Chen's mouth appeared in his palm.
A certain Lingduansheng only took a glance and recognized it, "This is the ghost illusion Gu. If you are bitten by it, you will have hallucinations. Because ordinary people are often afraid of ghosts, most of the hallucinations are ghosts, so it is called ghost illusion Gu."
He took another careful look and couldn't help but snorted, "This is obviously a crooked way. Most ghost illusion Gu are black, but this one is blood red. It's most likely raised from corpses!"
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment; it was the first time they had heard of this.
Eunuch Ma lowered his head and carefully searched Old Chen's body. He saw two clear holes on Old Chen's feet and was immediately convinced.
Uncle Jiu nodded, and his face darkened as he looked at the Ghost Illusion Gu in his hand. "It looks like this is a man-made disaster, a perverse evil. It looks like it will last for a while tonight!"
With a flick of his hand, he collected the ghost insect. When he returned later, Xiao Hei would be able to enjoy a feast again.
This stuff smells so good!