New White Snake Asking Immortals

When a customer comes to your door, you need to serve with a smile.

"This general is a tiger in the crowd at a glance. The small stall only sells the road ahead. General, please think about which goods to buy and go home. The old man does not deceive the real goods and refuses to bargain."

Bai Yu warmly greeted the business, but in fact, the only one who just heard the greeting was the general himself.

"The way forward..."

The general was silent, the hair on his head was white and haggard before he got old, and he felt bitter when he said the word "way forward".

There was a voice in Mingming Center telling him that he wanted to buy a piece of goods. It was strange to say that so many exquisite and luxurious shops came to this small stall without much interest, which seemed to be related to the future.

Thinking of fate, I feel blood dripping from my heart. Corrupt officials and officials in the DPRK and the Central Party are fighting against different parties to frame dissidents. The Yan army in the north is still unwilling to give up the party struggle.

"Ah, what's the way forward?"

Looking down at the goods, his eyes suddenly lit up, although he didn't touch it, he knew at a glance the sharpness of the ring head knife.

Good knife!

The general squatted down and picked up the ring-headed sword. He looked left and right, and his face showed joy. Such a good sword is just right for the army to rush and kill. It is better than a sword. This roadside stall can have this adventure, really lucky.

"Girl, do you sell knives?"

Bai Yu sighed silently and looked up at the general.

"What the general wants to buy is the road ahead. Do you really want to buy this knife? Please think twice."

The ring-head knife is upright, brave and unyielding. The down-and-out general seems to see his own shadow on the knife. He thinks of fighting alone against foreign enemies time and time again. The acquaintances have abandoned their corpses in the wilderness, and it is difficult to return home. The traitor taunted and attacked, with no one to accompany him along the way, and he was determined to live and die.

Bai Yu doesn't want him to buy a knife. A knife means a savage force. In the future, he may shed the last drop of blood in the battle for the Southern Wu Dynasty.

Ye Ziye took a bite of the hair cake and stared at the person in front of the stall who was powerful to her, then turned to look at the knife in the stall, not knowing what Mr. Monster was doing.

Desolate and haggard generals grit their teeth!

"I've decided, I'll buy a knife, what's the price of the treasure knife?"

"Forget it, how can I ask for a price like a moth to the fire, General, but I can't break the rules. A tael of silver is enough, and I won't take credit for small transactions."

"A tael of silver? The girl's kindness to Fang must keep in mind."

Handing over a tael of silver, the down-and-out military general bought the road that belonged to him, holding the ring-headed knife in his hand, he couldn't put it down, and led the old horse away by himself. He chose to destroy the Southern Wu Dynasty. Spirit is worthy of respect, and each creature has different aspirations to pursue their dreams.

A lonely figure walks away, with only an old horse beside her...

Seeing that Mr. Monster took out another knife and set up a stall, Ye Zi sighed and watched the courtiers and generals.

Shaking his head and continuing to do business.

"Thousands of gold are hard to buy is the way forward~ Take a look and take a look~"

Most of the courtiers heard that they were selling goods at will, and their status did not allow them to approach such roadside vendors. The hawkers have always had little status. The courtiers who pretended to be high-minded, although the family bought and sold countless people, opened their mouths and closed their mouths, while spending money on business. The money that was obtained was rebuke, it was really indescribable in words.

A certain minister sensed something.

I saw that his court clothes were neat and clean, and he had the style of a famous minister. His face was sharp and angular, with long beard and beautiful temples.

It doesn't mean that an honest person can't play a traitor without being treacherous, but it also depends on whether he has great wisdom.

After all, treacherousness is a small skill and cleverness, and facing a great wise man is like the gap between a firefly and a bright moon.

Politely bid farewell to his colleagues. The minister raised his chest and walked to the booth. When Bai Yu raised his head, he was shocked by his face and quickly regained his calm.

"Dare to ask what is being sold? What is the way forward?"

"The goods are all on display. What kind of goods to choose will correspond to different futures. It's all in one thought. What I sell are all genuine and rare treasures with different functions."

"So amazing..."

It's a very strange feeling, obviously it sounds like a liar and fooling people, but this minister chooses to believe, the mysterious feeling that is mysterious and mysterious is very wonderful.

He was very smart, and quickly understood the meaning of each commodity. The goods are small and the meaning is heavy.

Take a deep breath and make up your mind.

Without hesitation, he bent down and stretched out his hand to grab the ring-head knife.

Suddenly, the minister stopped when his hands were about to touch the hilt of the knife. His whole body was trembling, his breathing was short of breath, hesitating and struggling. His face was pale and his back was wet with cold sweat. Unconsciously, my eyes widened and I gritted my teeth, wanting to pick up the knife...

The leaves moved back unconsciously.

Bai Yu sighed, not everyone can face death calmly, especially if it may bring disaster to family members.

"Give it up, other goods are also good."

The minister, who was stooping, trembling, and struggling, knelt down in vain with a thud. Facing the ring-headed sword with tears streaming down his face, he endured sobbing in a low voice. He cried heartbroken. In the end, he still failed to choose swordsmen like the general. Maybe the family Too much involvement, or really don't want to die...

"I have no face..."

Bai Yu still respects his choice, and it may not be better for someone else to sit in this position than him.

Reaching out, he picked up the oil-paper umbrella and handed it to the minister who was sobbing despite his image. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

Oil-paper umbrellas have the meaning of protection and avoidance. Buying an umbrella means that you have chosen to retire to the mountains and fields to avoid disasters in the future when the Southern Wu Dynasty collapsed. It's a desperate decision.

"The price of an umbrella is one gold, which is slightly more expensive than usual." A certain Bai honestly told him.

The minister didn't say a word, he took out the gold jewelry in his hand and handed it to Bai Yu, took the oil-paper umbrella, and staggered to get up and leave...

He hugged the oil-paper umbrella tightly in his arms and didn't want to let go. He got into the carriage, and the horse's hooves went away. There was sobbing and crying in the car, and the roadside stall added another umbrella and continued to do business.

Ye Ye didn't understand what Mr. Monster was selling. Anyway, all those powerful people came to buy things, but why is he not happy when he made money?

It didn't take long for another business to come, and it was a royal clan with luxurious clothes.

This guy struggled with the goods and hesitated for a long time. He bent down and picked up the bamboo flute musical instrument and laughed bitterly at himself. The musical instrument means that he will continue to sing and dance and enjoy life in the future. A hundred gold charges.

Several ministers and generals came one after another, except for one who chose the oil-paper umbrella, the others all chose the ring head knife.

The last person left firmly with the ring-shoudao in his arms. Bai Yu rolled up the stall and closed the stall. The others who were supposed to come were not qualified to buy things. They looked, read, asked, and asked. The path under his feet was chosen by himself, and the outcome was determined.

"Sir, are you going back so early?"

"Let's go back…"