Copper Coins

Xuan Merci's temperament is still picky, and the dirty mess can't stand it anymore, so all he ordered was to go to the house. Although he had a lot of silver, he couldn't afford to spend so much. Xue Xian really wanted to know how much money he could carry with him at the speed of spending money? If the money is really spent, and how to make money, after all, even if this bald donkey is not small, it is hard to imagine how he would open his mouth to collect money.

The upper room of this inn is not as good as the one returned to Yunju, but it can also be regarded as clean and tidy. The little second-hand feet in charge of the store cleaned them up, and brought fresh tea and a copper basin with clean hands.

"Xiao has been upstairs all the time. If the guest officer still needs anything, just open the door and tell him to do it." Xiao Er said something, then quit and closed the door.

Although it is said to take a night's rest, in fact the only thing that really needs to rest is Lu Yanqi and Stone Zhang. For Xue Xian, it doesn't matter if you sleep or not. For Hyun Mercy ...

Anyway, Xue Xian has basically stopped treating him as a person, and neither eats nor rests much.

The half-attacked black dragon spent a day on the carriage day by day. He had no consciousness in his legs and feet. When he was sitting, he supported it with a little strength in his waist and eyes. After a long time, he wouldn't go comfortably. In order for the ancestor to loosen his bones and relax his strength, Xuan Mian placed him on the bed when he entered the door.

In addition to the upper room of this inn, the beds are really comfortable, the bedding is very thick, quite soft, and not at all embarrassing, and it is better than hard stools. Xue Xian felt that the bald donkey's move was very desirable. He unceremoniously stretched a loose waist, loosened his shoulders and back bones, and then dragged the quilt, made a nest for himself, and leaned against the raised bedding. He sighed comfortably, holding his head.

Xuan Mian was sitting at the carved wooden table, looking like he had no plans to rest.

He dialed the oil lamp wick on the table, brightened the light, and found the notice folded before from his arms. He shook it under the lamp and looked at it quietly. The warm yellow light cast a shadow under his brow bone, lining his eye sockets extremely, the nose bridge was tall, and the corners of his lips showed an unemotional apathy.

Xue Xian squinted his head and squinted his eyes, looking at it for a moment, and suddenly said, "Bald donkey?"

Xuan Mian didn't hear his text for a long time, and he didn't raise his head and said in a deep voice: "Huh?"

Xue Xian raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you the one on the notice?"

"..."

This question was a bit straightforward, but it did fit his unspoken nature.

He saw the notice in Xuan Mian's hand resting on the table, gently pressing one corner with his fingertips, and turning his head to glance at him, as if he was considering how to answer, but did not seem to intend to elaborate.

From the time when the bald donkey was shoveled in the Jiangjia Medical Church to the present day, the time has not actually passed, but maybe the experience is not so simple. This time was inexplicably stretched so long that he sometimes even There is an illusion that they have known each other for a long time and are familiar with each other.

In fact, Xue Xian can see that Xuanyen is very prepared. He has known each other for so long. Xuanyen has almost kept his mouth shut. This may be due to his innate nature and may be caused by amnesia. Xue Xian is justified Time is understandable.

Asking himself if he has lost many memories himself, he may not even bother to believe anyone, and directly make some earth-shaking movements, and make up for the lost memories first, and then say, who is the one who is unlucky.

But the situation was a bit special at the moment, after all, they are now on the same road, it can be said that they are grasshoppers tied to a rope. If Xuan Mercy has nothing to do with the person on the notice, then it is a coping method. If it is related, it is another coping method. There must always be a preparation, and you can't bother to come to the door before making a temporary pit.

"Bald donkey, let's do this. How about we make a fair deal?" Xue Xian was serious.

Not so good, this evil barrier looks like a person who knows justice.

Xuan Merci didn't raise his head, continued to make notices, and didn't open up to express his opposition-after all, if Xue Xian really wanted to do something, asking your opinion means what it means, opposition doesn't have any effect.

Xue Xian saw him look like "you said that I was uncomfortable" and said: "Neither of us knows the basics, so in case of trouble, it is not easy to deal with-"

Xuan Mian glanced at him for a moment, as if for the first time, he heard someone speak calmly.

"Let's ask each other some questions that they think are important. If I ask you and you can answer them, then I have to answer a question. If you can't answer or don't want to answer, then you will give me a piece of silver money. How about? "Xue Xian squinted," Look if I was particularly reasonable ".

Xuan Merci was speechless for a while.

How do you do business? If you play such a trick with someone who knows amnesia, "you have to give money" if you can't answer it. This is where the bottom line is. It's a simple way to save money.

"... You might as well take it directly." Xuan Merci opened his mouth lightly, reached out and touched out all the silver particles in his dark bag, and gently dropped it onto the bed.

Xue Xian bit the tip of his tongue and caught it with his backhand. He weighed it in his hand and said, "Okay, don't hit you anymore, change the game."

A monk is a monk who looks at money like dung. The silver particles were all thrown out, and Xuan Merci no longer ignored him, and Wu turned his head to continue watching his notice.

Xue Xian, the ancestor, patted the bedboard, dissatisfied: "Look at me first, this time."

Hyun Pyo Jomo felt that his laziness was quite hurtful, and he didn't look up. "Say."

"So let me be generous. I ask you a question. If you can say something, I'll give you a piece of gold. If you can't say it, just wait until you think about it, of course. You can also say that you can't remember what you are not willing to say. "

Xue Xian said, stacking the money that Xuan Merci gave him on the side of the quilt, as if overwhelming at the gambling house, "Well, you are still yours, I do n’t take any money, and you have nothing to lose. Maybe you can make some money? "

In fact, Xuan Merci was paying all the way, and spent a lot of time. Xue Xian always did not like to owe people something. He was always good for money and money. He always received one silver and one gold. However, he has some problems. He doesn't like to pay back directly, and he prefers this roundabout way, which is really a little sick.

After hearing this, Xuan Merci finally raised his head, and probably did not expect that this ancestor could take the initiative to lose, and the sun came out to the west.

"If you don't object to me, you should take it." Xue Xian said, thinking for himself: Where to ask ...

He knew that Xuan Merci never took money seriously, and naturally he wouldn't force himself to say something he didn't want to say in order to win some money. Although he hadn't started to ask yet, he had already expected--the nature of this bald donkey could not answer a few questions.

But ... I can ask a little bit.

"Where did your blindness come from when you opened your eyes?" Xue Xian thought for a while and asked.

Xuan Mian frowned slightly, staring at the candlelight, without immediately speaking.

Xue Xian: "..." What a great job.

When he thought that the first question could not be answered, Xuan Merci suddenly opened his mouth and said, "I don't remember, it was the case when I woke up a few months ago. It suddenly happened, and I had to rest for two days. To recover, it ’s faster today. "

Xue Xianyi: Hey? Did you answer it seriously?

Xuan Mian said, raising her hand and touching the side of her neck again, frowning, "You asked me to touch this side last time, why?"

"You haven't seen it?" Xue Xian asked subconsciously, and then suddenly remembered that every time Xuan Mercy returned to normal, the mole also returned to normal. He might have never seen the mole change. "Every time you turn your face and don't recognize anyone, the mole on your neck will crawl out of blood, which looks like a spider. But if you touch it, the blood will be taken back, and you will not be silly to follow. . "

Hyun Mercy: "..."

Xue Xian looked at his frowning, guessing that he really didn't remember what happened to the mole, and said, "Okay, that's even a question."

He said, and reached out his hand in his sleeve to touch it for a while. He found a large number of peanut-sized gold beads, and lost one in the mercy silver money.

Xuan Mian: "... where do you get these gold beads?"

Xue Xian raised an eyebrow: "Anyway, it is also a fetish. Most of my body is hiding things in the place, but if it is troublesome in the large court, I will use yours first."

"You just said that it was the case when you woke up a few months ago ... what do you mean?" Xue Xian asked again.

Xuanyi Tao didn't remain silent for a long time this time, but rather quite directly: "Literally, I was alone in a corpse shop in the mountains of Langzhou when I woke up."

"Deadhouse?" Xue Xian froze.

The so-called corpse shop is a place in the western Hunan area where cadavers take a break and avoid shelter from wind and rain. The living people are afraid of being embarrassed and will never approach them on weekdays.

"Why are you there?" Xue Xian asked in confusion.

Xuan Mian shook his head, "I ca n’t remember anything before that. When I opened my eyes, I only had this bunch of copper coins, a manuscript booklet that recorded the arts and magic circles, and a piece of memoirs. Tissue paper of things, and some yellow signs. "

"What did you do before, where did you come from, where did you go, what do you want to do, you can't remember everything?" Xue Xian suddenly felt that the bald donkey was a bit pitiful, but an ordinary person opened in a mountain corpse shop After a glance, knowing nothing about his past and future, he will probably go crazy.

Xuan Mian shook his head. "I didn't know it at the time, but then I occasionally thought of some fragmented fragments, but often I suddenly passed by overnight and then forgotten."

Xue Xian could not help but said, "What should I do?"

"I remembered something later, and I took it on the thin paper and took it with me. I looked at it when I was not awake," Xuan Merci answered.

Xue Xian said "Oh", "The one you asked Lu Jiuzhe to help you calculate in the burial chamber of Fentou Island? Your handwriting is not recognized?"

Xuan Mian said lightly: "When I woke up, I already had some words on it, and the handwriting could be imitated."

Xue Xianran: "Are you afraid that someone will imitate your handwriting and write something that misleads you?"

"Ok."

"Then what do you remember?" Xue Xianbian said, and he lost two gold beads into Xuan Mercy's silver money again.

"It's very mixed," Xuan Merc replied. "Some are about this bunch of copper coins, there are several place names, and ... one thing."

"What is it?"

"Looking for someone," Hyun Mercy said, "I remember that I should look for someone and owe something to that person. One day I do n’t pay it back, and the other day I feel uneasy."

He had a quiet voice and murmured in the room. Although his tone was as cold as ever, it was inexplicable. It felt very heavy. Even an irrelevant person could feel a hint of no through his voice. Out of sadness.

This was the first time Xue Xian felt such an obvious emotion from him, which suddenly made Xuan Mian have some human vigor.

But somehow, Xue Xian felt suddenly blocked in his heart.

He stared at Xuan Mian for a while, and suddenly said coldly, "Okay, there's nothing to ask, you should take the money yourself."

Having said that, he unfolded the remaining gold beads and tucked them into his sleeve. He didn't know what mechanism was there.

In fact, he still didn't ask any famous people, and he still didn't figure out whether Xuan Mercy was on the notice, but he didn't bother to ask further, and didn't bother to ask. He saw Xuan Mian stunned for a moment, and seemed to feel that his sudden indifference was somewhat inexplicable.

Just as Xuan Meng got up and planned to walk towards the bed, Xue Xian faintly heard some faint vocals in the roots of the wall outside the window.

There is a curfew on the street at night, and only those who can knock around with weapons ...