Deviant Immortal of Uncanny Dao Chapter 254: The owner

Li Huowang was also not surprised when everyone else was enjoying the food.

He sat alone in the distance, nibbling on the fattest leg of lamb, while sitting there thinking about his own affairs, completely isolating everything outside.

"Although that Yuanying said that the Superintendent of Heaven is tight on the outside and loose on the inside, it's not difficult to join it, so I have to find a way."

"First of all, how should I contact them? I can't just ask them on the street, right? I don't know if the mask can completely hide my identity."

"Although a mask can hide your identity in front of Han Fu, it may not work in front of everyone."

"But now Liang Guo doesn't know what's going on, and it's useless to just think about it. It's still necessary to adapt according to the actual situation."

"As the saying goes, the beginning of the night is difficult. As long as you can take this first step, the next step will be much easier."

Just as Li Huowang was fascinated by this matter, his keen hearing heard the sound of cloth shoes crushing the grass.

As soon as he looked up, Li Huowang saw Lu Zhuangyuan's old wrinkled face, and the signature flattering smile on his face. "Little Daoist, do you have time? Haha, the old man wants to talk to you about something small."

"Oh? You said." Li Huowang put down the bones in his hand and looked at Class Master Lu in front of him.

This time he has been dealing with the Black Taisui affair, and he almost forgot that there was a troupe by his side.

"You also know, Master Xiaodao, because we were fleeing from troops in Houshu, our play box, costumes and musical instruments were all thrown away"

"But we're a theatre team after all, and it's impossible to do anything without a meal, so I just want to ask you for some money on credit, and then arrange those things, and build this stage again. You Look... how?"

Hearing that the other party was looking for him to talk about this matter, Li Huowang seemed very indifferent. The golden box given to him by Sun Baolu's mother was worth a lot of money, so he wouldn't care about this matter.

"That's fine, go to Bai Lingmiao to get the money."

"Hey~hehehehe, little Daoist, don't be busy for now, old man, I haven't finished my words yet, take this one." Lu Zhuangyuan said, and took out a crumpled, printed sheet from his arms. The paper with the red handprint was handed to Li Huowang.

Li Huowang took the crumpled note and looked at the crumpled note on it. The words on it were hard for him to read.

"What is this written? Ghostly talisman?"

Master Lu blushed, "This is an IOU, please take care, I don't know a few words for the old man, it's not in the way, just have a handprint!"

"Little Daoist, you are kind to us, and we can't give you credit for nothing. These days, we eat yours and use yours. How do you see it."

"Until the money is paid off, you are the owner of our Lu Jiaban! From now on, half of the money that our Lu Jiaban earns will belong to us and half will belong to you."

"I'll pay half of it back to me? Then I'm afraid you'll never be able to repay this debt. There's no need to be so troublesome. It's fine if you don't repay the money." After that, Li Huowang stood up and handed the piece of paper back.

"Hey~!" Lu Zhuangyuan hunched his back and stopped Li Huowang with the cigarette bag, "This is Ding Mao or Mao, if you say that, we really don't dare to borrow your money. "

Hearing what the other party said, Li Huowang didn't reluctantly put away the paper with the red handprint in his hand.

Seeing this scene, the head of the Lu family immediately had a happy face, and hurriedly greeted the already waiting Lu family class. They stood shyly and bowed to Li Huowang at the same time, "Hello, boss!"

Li Huowang didn't bother to guess what Mr. Lv was thinking. Looking at the people in front of him, Li Huowang only knew that he was an extra hen that laid eggs. Although this chicken was thin enough, he didn't lay eggs very often, but at least Thin water flows.

"Okay, let's all go back to eat. After dinner, we will continue on the road and leave Qingqiu as soon as possible."

"Okay, boss!"

Seeing that they left happily, Li Huowang shook his head speechlessly, picked up the still warm wild vegetable and lamb offal soup and drank it.

"Other people say it's a big beam and a big beam. I really didn't expect the old man to have the ability to see it." Lu Zhuangyuan's face showed a rare sense of pride, and he happily led the others back.

He was happy, but naturally others were unhappy. Lu Juren looked a little gloomy and leaned over to his father, "Father, you are so happy when you sold us."

"Hey, you boy." Lu Zhuangyuan looked at his eldest son with a sigh, took out a cigarette stick and started smoking. He borrowed a fire from the bonfire next to him and started smoking.

"What do you mean?"

"I want to go back, I don't want to go to Daliang, I....I don't want to sing opera." Lu Juren, whose facial features were locked, looked up at Luo Yanhua, who had a big belly in the distance and said.

"You!" The anxious Lu Zhuangyuan immediately raised the cigarette stick in his hand, but he took it back embarrassingly, seeing that he didn't hide from his neck.

"You don't want to sing, it's easy to say! What are you doing if you don't sing? Our family doesn't even have a field, so can you go back and be a beggar?"

"Besides, you have to go back. After this meeting, those soldiers who fought in the war are almost knocking out their dog's heads. Go back to the funeral!"

Lu Juren suddenly stopped at his feet, and said with a look of longing in his eyes: "Dad, maybe there is no war anymore! There is no war on the way."

"Humph! If you don't fight, you won't die, there will never be a start to this disaster, and it will stop halfway!"

Seeing Lu Juren's tangled face, Lu Zhuangyuan sighed lightly, "Son, believe me, my old age is not living on dogs~IndoMTL.com~ Do you think the military disaster has been It's all right? It's not that easy, this disaster comes in pairs."

"After the disaster of war, many people died and no one was buried. Nine times out of ten, the plague followed. Once the plague passed, the remaining living people would have no money in their pockets. I have run out of food, one tael of grain and one tael of gold, and I’m selling my sons and daughters to survive, how can anyone come to the opera? What can we eat and drink without listening to the opera? Are we climbing on the ground and gnawing on the loess?”

Speaking of this, Zhuangyuan Lu's tone lowered a little. "Son, don't dislike singing big dramas, if it weren't for it, I would have starved to death, and there is no place for you, we can't forget our roots."

Lu Juren knew that his father was right, but he still felt that the choice made by the other party was a bit outrageous.

"But Dad, no matter what, it won't sell us all to Xiaodao, we will become his slaves!"

Lv Zhuangyuan glared at his eldest son, turned his head and glanced at Li Huowang who was eating from a distance, and took a few steps with Juren's sleeve.

Slightly farther away, he lowered his voice and said, "Slave? Whose slave do you see to eat meat every day?"