New White Snake Asking Immortals

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

"This general walks like a wind, and at a glance he knows that he must be a tiger among the people. The small stall only sells the front road. The general, please think about which item to buy home. Tongsou does not deceive the real thing, and refuses to bargain."

Bai Yu enthusiastically greeted the business, but in fact, the only general who had just heard the call was the general himself.

"The road ahead..."

The general is silent, his hair is not old yet, his face is pale and haggard, and he feels bitter when he says the word "the 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 there were so many exquisite and luxurious shops and he was not very interested in coming to this small stall. It seemed that his future and destiny were related.

Thinking of fate makes my heart bleed again. Corrupt officials in the DPRK and China attack the party and frame the dissidents.

"Oh, what's the way forward."

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

Great knife!

The general squatted down and picked up the ring-shou knife, looked left and right, and his face showed joy. Such a good knife is suitable for fighting in the army, and it is better than a sword. It is really lucky to have such an adventure at this roadside stall.

"Girl, do you sell knives?"

Bai Yu sighed silently, and looked up at the general.

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

Ringing the sword, upright, brave, mighty and unyielding, the downcast general seems to see his own shadow from the sword, thinking of fighting alone against foreign enemies time and time again, acquainted brothers abandoned corpses in the wilderness and unable to return to their homes, fighting to the death and dying but being killed by the court The traitor ridiculed and attacked, and had no one to accompany him along the way, and he was determined to die.

Bai Yu didn't want him to buy a knife, because a knife symbolizes a soldier, and he might shed his last drop of blood for the Southern Wu Dynasty in the future.

Ye Zi took a bite of the cake and stared at the powerful person in front of the stall with big eyes, then turned her head to look at the knife on the stall, not understanding what Mr. Monster was doing.

The downcast and haggard general gritted his teeth!

"I've made up my mind, I'll just buy the sword. May I ask how much the treasured sword sells for?"

"Forget it, the general is flying moths to the flames, so I can't ask for prices, but I can't break the rules. One tael of silver is enough, and I don't accept credit for small transactions."

"A tael of silver? Miss Fang will keep it in mind."

Handed over a tael of silver, the down-and-out general bought his way forward, held the ring sword in his hand and couldn't put it down, and led the old horse away alone. He chose to collapse with the Southern Wu Dynasty. It was stupid, but he refused to give up. The spirit is worthy of respect, and the pursuit of dreams of each creature is different and each has its own aspirations.

The lonely figure walks away, with only an old horse beside him...

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

Shaking his head and continuing to do business.

"A thousand dollars is 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 get close to such roadside vendors. Hawkers have always had no status. Although the courtiers who pretend to be noble have countless family businesses, they open their mouths and shut up. While reprimanding the obtained silver, it is really impossible to describe in words.

A certain minister felt something and looked over.

I saw that he was neatly dressed in court clothes and had the style of a famous official, his face was sharp and angular, and he was about forty or fifty years old with long beard and beautiful temples.

The eyes are clear, not treacherous and slippery, and they seem to have great wisdom.

It's not that an honest person can't play against a treacherous minister if he is not treacherous, but it also depends on whether he has great wisdom.

After all, treachery is the difference between a firefly and a bright moon in the face of a wise man.

Saying goodbye to his colleagues politely, the minister raised his head and walked to the booth. When Bai Yu raised his head, he was shocked by his face and quickly regained his composure.

"Dare to ask what is for sale? What is the way forward?"

"The goods are all on display. What kind of goods to choose corresponds to different futures. It's all a matter of thought. What I sell are all genuine rare treasures with different functions."

"So amazing..."

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

He is very smart, and quickly understood the meaning of each commodity. Small commodities have heavy meanings.

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 he was about to touch the handle of the knife with both hands, trembling all over, breathing quickly, hesitating and struggling, his face was pale and his back was soaked in cold sweat, but he tried to grab the handle several times but failed to do so, the veins in his palms were trembling. Eyes wide open unconsciously, teeth gnashing, wanting to pick up a knife...

The leaves move back unconsciously.

Bai Yu sighed, not everyone can face death calmly, especially if it hurts family members.

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

Bending over, trembling and struggling, the minister knelt down in vain, facing the ring-headed knife with tears streaming down his face, suppressing sobs in a low voice, crying heartbroken, he still failed to choose the weapon like the general in the end, perhaps the family Too much involved, or really don't want to die...

"I have no face..."

Bai Yu still respects his choice, and someone else sitting in this position may not necessarily do better than him.

He reached out to pick up the oiled paper umbrella and handed it to the minister who suppressed his sobs regardless of his image.

Oil-paper umbrellas have the meaning of protection and avoidance. Buying an umbrella means that you have chosen to retreat to the mountains and fields with your family to avoid disasters when the Southern Wu Dynasty collapsed. It is an inevitable decision.

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

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

Holding the oiled paper umbrella tightly in his arms and unwilling to let go, he got into the carriage, and the horse's hooves went away, sobbing and crying came from inside the carriage, and the roadside stall got another umbrella and continued to do business.

Ye Zi didn't understand what Mr. Monster was selling. Anyway, those powerful and important people came to buy things, but why isn't Mr. Happy after making money?

It didn't take long for another business to come. It was a royal family member with luxurious clothes.

This guy struggled with the goods and hesitated for a long time. He bent down and picked up the bamboo flute instrument and laughed at himself. The fee is 100 gold.

Several ministers and generals came one after another, except for one who chose the oiled paper umbrella, and the rest all chose the ring head sword.

The last person walked away resolutely with a knife in his arms. Bai Yu rolled up the stall and closed it. Those who should come have come. The rest are not qualified to buy things. They read and asked.

"Sir, are you going back so early?"

"Let's go back……"