"Grandpa, why are you pretending to be a Bodhisattva?" Xiao Yun murmured in a low voice.

The scholar seemed to have not heard it, and sat upright above the three of them, but his brows were much more frowning than before. Xiao Yun looked at it interestingly and leaned over to Shutong and said, "Hey, little brother, what's wrong with your master? Are you crazy about gaining and losing? It was fine just now, why didn't you move at this moment?"

The Shutong smiled awkwardly, looked back at the middle-aged scholar, then whispered to Xiao Yun, saying, "What are you talking about, my master is thinking about the problem?"

"Thinking about the problem?" Xiao Yun was curious and glanced at him and said, "What's the problem? He is not Zhuang Zhou, can he also want to have a Zhuang Zhou Xiaomeng dream of a butterfly?"

"Shhh..." Shutong nervously raised his hand and kept bragging at Xiao Yun. Xiao Yun said, "What are you doing? It's like a thief?"

The Shutong's face turned red and said, "Young Master is joking. The owner of this family has a habit on weekdays. When thinking about problems, it is most taboo for someone to nag in his ears. In my opinion, the master must be thinking about the hometown that the young master mentioned just now?"

"Hong Kong" Xiao Yun was stunned and blurted out.

"Shhh..." The book boy hurriedly pulled Xiao Yun and refused to let him continue to talk. He kept smashing Xiao Yun with his mouth.

Xiao Yun smiled and said to himself: "Grandpa, can you figure out where Hong Kong is? I, Xiao Yun, follow your surname!"

Just as Xiao Yun was talking to Shutong, the middle-aged scholar's two sword eyebrows had condensed into a lump at some point, and his face became a little ugly. Big drops of sweat were falling from his face, and it made a ticking sound on the tea table. Shutong was surprised to see this symptom and whispered: "No, my master may not be able to think of it?"

"It's weird if you can think of it?" Xiao Yun laughed in his heart, lowered his head and just drank tea, and stopped talking.

The four of them sat like this for a while. The guests who came and went either had enough rest or had finished tea and checked out one by one. The boss came over to pack up the bowls. At this time, only Xiao Yunlu Feifei and the master and servant were left in the small tea stall.

Xiao Yun drank the tea in one breath and looked up at the sky. Seeing that the sun slowly retreated, it was getting late, and he had enough rest. He gave a wink at Lu Feifei. Lu Feifei was so smart. Before Xiao Yun could speak, he took out a broken silver from his pocket and put it on the table, pulled Xiao Yun and left. Suddenly, he heard the middle-aged scholar shouting.

"Little brother, please wait..."

Xiao Yun smiled secretly and said, "Can't you think of it?" He was secretly proud, turned around, and said in surprise: "Uncle called me?"

The middle-aged scholar smiled faintly at him and nodded, "That's it!"

Xiao Yun said: "Is there anything wrong with uncle?"

The middle-aged scholar nodded with a smile and said, "I hope some small things can I give you some advice on me?"

"Uncle was joking. How could a man from the next shanye villager be able to teach him? If he guessed well, he should be a scholar! I often hear people say that if a scholar does not go out, he will know the world. I see that the uncle has a strange appearance. He must be a person who knows astronomy and geography, and he dare not show off in front of his husband!" Xiao Yun's words clearly praised the scholar, but he was actually taking this opportunity to make fun of him.

The middle-aged scholar didn't care, and he smiled with a beard and said, "I haven't heard the saying "Nothing is a scholar"?"

Xiao Yun was stunned, then shook his head and smiled, "That's right!"

"Since that's the case, I really have a doubt in my heart and want to ask for advice. I hope my brother will give you advice?" The middle-aged scholar said these words very sincerely.

Xiao Yun originally wanted to tease her again, but seeing that the middle-aged scholar was full of sincerity, for some reason, the dirty mind of the original disappeared. He clasped his fists and said, "Uncle was joking, the uncle just asked, and he was determined to know everything he could."

The middle-aged scholar showed an admiration in his eyes and pointed a little: "It's funny. I just heard the little brother mention his hometown and said "Hong Kong". I was curious. I really don't know where this Hong Kong is? I hope my brother will give me advice."

Xiao Yun felt funny in his heart and said to himself: "This old guy's curiosity is too much. I casually said a place name, but I thought about it for a long time, but I was not ashamed to ask? Hey, this 'Hong Kong' is actually in China, it's just an isolated town. It's not surprising that the uncle has never heard of it?"

The middle-aged scholar did not expect this result, and a hint of disappointment appeared on his face, but after a flash, he returned to his original expression. He looked at Xiao Yun for a while and suddenly bowed to Xiao Yun: "I will never thank you today. I don't know if my little brother's name is respected?"

Xiao Yun said indifferently: "Oh, I have the surname Xiao, and the single name is Yun. How old are the uncles? It would be better to call me Brother Xiao!" After a pause, he said: "I wonder the two names of Gao surnames?"

The middle-aged scholar recited silently: "Xiao Yun?" Nodded and smiled slightly, pointing at his book boy and said, "This is my book boy. His surname is Liu. His name is Qing. I have a surname of Liu. His name is Ji...?"

"What? Liu Ji? Are you Liu Bowen?" Xiao Yun was shocked when he heard this name and couldn't help but scream.

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Chapter completed!