Chapter 684

In Gu Zheng's impression, where this exchange of information gives convenience to employees in the mysterious industry, it must exist like the Tianji Pavilion in martial arts novels.

But when he looked at the quiet and uninhabited house, which was getting lower and lower, the mysterious place in Gu Zheng's heart collapsed.

'dada dada '

Gu Zheng's footsteps slowed down because the roads became potholes again. The wooden debris sticking out from the low eaves around also blocked his view of the road ahead.

When Gu Zheng stumbled to the deepest part of the alley with his forehead covered, he found that there was a rare bright double leaf door here, with a plate inch high threshold and two red copper hanging rings hanging between the doors, which were used to push and pull the door.

The two gates were painted neatly with brown paint. The most striking thing was that under the door ring, two new year pictures of cocks catching insects were pasted, red and black, with a trace of inexplicable ferocity.

Seeing Gu Zheng here, he took a deep breath and confirmed that he had found the right place.

After finishing his clothes again and carrying his sacks to the back, he stepped up the stone steps, stood on tiptoe with a copper ring at the tip, and knocked the gate three times with a pious heart.

"Dangdang!"

The sound of the knocker hitting the board is quite loud in the quiet alley, and it also provides a lot of convenience for the people who answer the door inside.

However, different from Gu Zheng's imagined scene of answering the door quickly, he has been waiting at the door for more than ten minutes, and he has not seen anyone open the door in front of him from the inside.

Did he come at the right time?

The master just didn't come back?

Gu Zheng, who didn't believe in evil, immediately stuck his ear to the crack of the gate.

"OK, go!"

"Wonderful!"

Vaguely... Some voices came from the inside. Gu Zheng couldn't hear them clearly because the distance was too far.

Otherwise, knock again. Don't knock so politely this time. If no one answers, it can only be said that I didn't meet Master's broker today. I'll just come and visit tomorrow.

Gu Zheng, who summoned up his strength, clung to the copper ring and knocked desperately, 'Dangdang'

After knocking seven or eight times in a row, when he was going to give up and leave, the door opened with a squeak.

A man with a wide robe and big sleeves and white powder on his face peeped out. The most terrible thing was that he still wore a delicate yellow Jasmine at his temples. When he walked, he swayed like dying.

"Who is it? In such a hurry to reincarnate? Don't you know that we are carrying out life and death events here?"

"Open the door later, that's for your own good!"

The thin man with a waxy yellow face opened the door with a murmur, but he was stunned first.

Standing outside the gate was a strange little Taoist, clean and beautiful, with red lips and white teeth. A little funny, he also had a white steamed stuffed bun like face.

Such a clean and immature person... He doesn't know Zhang Sanga.

However, after this Sanga carefully looked at the little Taoist's dress, he was happy.

"Are you a Taoist priest of Taoist Gu? What? Your master sent you here because he couldn't come?"

"Is he finally going to teach you his skills and let you inherit his mantle?"

"I said, if his secret skill is not passed on, it will be a great loss in the world."

"Come on, what do you want to say? You brought your flower general with you?"

Seeing this man's enthusiasm, Gu Zheng felt that his master's ability should be reassessed.

Can it be said that master is a first-class master among the heretics?

Is it even higher than the middle broker?

Thinking of this, Gu Zheng carefully opened his mouth and reconfirmed: "excuse me, are you Zhang Sanga and martial Uncle Zhang that master said?"

"Yes, of course. Oh, little Taoist, people here don't like to call this. Just call me third uncle."

"Come on, come in and follow behind your uncle Sanga. Tell me carefully. How did you come alone?"

As Zhang Sanga explored the probe outside, when he confirmed that Gu Zheng was really the only one who came, he welcomed him into the hospital with excitement on his face.

When Gu Zheng entered the courtyard with his third uncle one after another, he understood why no one answered when he answered the door.

Unexpectedly, there was such a place in the alley. The entrance was an independent waterside front yard. Although it was small, it perfectly isolated the noise in the courtyard behind the first wall.

When the enthusiastic third uncle led him to the back yard, Gu Zheng understood what the so-called great event of life and death in the yard was.

This is what cigarette guns used to do, cockfighting!

No wonder Zhang Sanga first asked master and then general Hua. He respected each other very much.

When he returned to the mountain, general Hua was scarred, and master's face was tired and excited. This time, all the answers were found.

But Gu Zheng, who got the right answer, was like a balloon pierced by a needle, and suddenly let out his breath.

God, earth!

Is there anyone who can answer, and whether he has entered a copy that can really cultivate immortals.

Why do these two seem so unreliable.

……

At noon, the sun was very big, and the voices on the cockpit were very mixed. The chickens and people were flying and shouting. Their blood was very hot. Gu Zheng stood by and looked on coldly. His heart hurt.

This lonely figure seems to be isolated from the busy crowd. It is out of place, which makes the onlookers feel inexplicably sad.

Zhang Sanga, who couldn't see such a scene, quickly patted Gu Zheng's lonely shoulder and tried to adjust the atmosphere between him and the venue.

"What's the matter? Little Taoist, don't you feel excited when you see such a passionate fight?"

"As the successor of the leader of northern cockfighting, you should be born for cockfighting!"

Your family was born for cockfighting.

Gu Zheng didn't say this because he knew that even if he said it, the other party thought he was praising him.

But Gu Zheng, who didn't give up, asked again, "third uncle, my master is looking for you during the day. Isn't it for something else?"

Zhang Sanga, who was so asked, was stunned and didn't want to return: "what else can I do? People in this courtyard usually don't come to me to buy chickens or buy the secret recipe for raising chickens, and then to ask for good chicken feed, chicken pots and cans. What? What do you want?"

"Didn't my master ask you to recommend him some work to expel ghosts and evil spirits or pray for immortals for others?"

Gu Zheng looked eagerly at Zhang Sanga opposite with his shining small eyes, waiting for him to give the final answer.

"Oh!" when Gu Zheng asked, Zhang Sanga's expression became strange. He was not normal anymore. Instead, he told a servant on the side, and turned to a guest room in the backyard.

When he reached the door, he turned and waved to Gu Zheng, indicating that such words... Need to talk in the house.

There's a door!

Gu Zheng, who once again ignited hope, ran to the wing room in three steps and two steps. With the guidance of Zhang Sanga, he entered the house together and closed the door with his backhand.

"Well, now there is no one around. Your third uncle, I can talk to you about another business of your master."

"But then, why did you come to ask yourself? Did you sneak down the mountain and intend to pry into the corner of Taoist Gu when he was not prepared?"

As soon as Zhang Sanga said two words, he was surprised that it was wrong, and his voice turned a corner. He didn't believe Gu Zheng's general intention to terminate the subsequent conversation.

Seeing Gu Zheng here, the tears surged out, and how pitiful it was to cry.

"Uncle, what's the matter? Don't you know?"

"I, my master, he had already emerged and soared more than ten days ago."

"If he hadn't mentioned you to me, I couldn't find a way to make money myself."

"Third uncle, the news can't come out because of the heavy wind and rain on the mountain. If I know that Shifu has an old friendship with you, how can I inform you before I let him settle down."

"Ah, is that so?"

After listening to Gu Zheng's tears, Zhang Sanga first showed a look of great sadness, but became worried after a short period of grief.

"How did your master go so suddenly? I said, little Taoist, did your master leave anything or anything when he went?"

"It's the kind that is very important and needs to be handed over to me in person."

"Oh, yes!"

Gu Zheng, who was reminded by Zhang Sanga, thought that there was such a thing. If master hadn't reminded him in his book, he wouldn't have found the boundary of this Sanga.

"My master, let me give the medicine stone in this bottle to you, third uncle. I learned a lot of experience in alchemy with my master. I do it all by myself on weekdays."

"Third uncle, tell me what medicine you need on weekdays. I'd better continue to do this frequent business with you."

After receiving the small medicine jar handed over by Gu Zheng, Zhang Sanga couldn't care what the little Taoist in front of him said to him.

Just a little impatient, he held the jar over, carefully opened the wax sealed lid, twisted the yellow and white powder with his fingers, and stuffed it into his mouth.