Trafford’s Trading Club

Tarzan, a farmhouse at the foot of a mountain.

A young man, all white and supposed to be twenty-one or two years old, at a time when his hands seemed to be covering something, he ran back and laughed like a child playing with mud in the village.

“Brother Momo! Brother Momo! Look what I caught... Hey, Brother Mommer, what are you looking at? ”

The young man looked curiously at the poor wooden chair, and another young man on the phone screen - the young man - dyed a very bright blonde hair.

Like a... gangster with a story.

“Exhibition.” Momo looked casually at the young man in front of him, who was three years younger - entrusted by his predecessor, Tae Son of Sheep - and on his way he was watching over this guy called Exhibition.

According to the rules of the monastic world, the exhibitor should call him a brother... but ah, what age has it been, naturally it's not that disciplined.

Momo couldn't say a word about this exhibit on the way. This guy's heart, I'm afraid he's not only twelve or three years old —— he grabbed it in his hand, he's just a cuckoo, and he's happy to be like this.

“Nothing.” Momo laughed. “Just checking to see if there's any new warrants or anything. Xiao Xiao, let's come out and roll in the red dust, although said that we are used to dining style and lodging, everything is on the brink. But living in the modern world, some things are still essential because it saves us a lot of trouble, like… money! ”

“Money I know.” Xiao Xiao nodded: “Every time my master goes down the mountain, he goes to the pawnshop to make something for the money. ”

Momo smiled slightly: “That's one way we're going to get our money. Most predecessors, to a lesser or lesser extent, have some family bottom, and some randomly picked things can even sell for a good price in society. But this is also the practice of seniors, like us who just got off the mountain, we have to choose another method… for example, to catch wanted criminals who have been rewarded by the police. ”

Exhibition looked like he had been taught, and he nodded quickly: “Did you see anything useful? ”

Momo said casually: "I saw a lot, but the amount of the reward is too low to be interested in scrapping this kung fu. Another bonus is okay, but it's too far away from us to draw. ”

Momo casually dropped the phone off in front of the show.

“Wow... what a scary face! ”

Shore suddenly vomited his tongue and looked at the pictures on the screen, a man with scars all over his face, very scary, “called... oh, I see! Chase the wind! The red is... 300,000. ”

But mostly this little Taoist who hasn't seen the world has no idea about 300,000, so after a few glances, he returned the phone to Momo's hand.

I don't think there's anywhere to spend money.

I'm hungry, there are lots of edible fruits on the mountain, and wild foods to fight, thirsty and sweet spring water... I don't think there's anywhere I can use money?

“By the way, Brother Mommer, how long are we staying here? It's been days.” Exhibition was laughing at the snatches as he asked.

“Soon, in a few moments, it will be time to make an appointment.” Momo said softly: “This is a big thing that happens every 10 years in our monastery. Be patient. And waiting, it's also a practice. ”

Exhibition looked over for a while, but didn't understand: “Is it really that important? Call Penglai or something... by the way, what the hell is Penglai? Besides, didn't you always fail? ”

Momo shook his head: “I don't know, I just know that this is the rule that the monastic world comes to once every 10 years. Honestly, I'm new here. As for Penglai... listening to my master's old man, it seems to be related to Tongtian Immortal Road. Say that it is… a place of immortality where all our wishes can be fulfilled. ”

“All wishes?” Exhibit became interested in this, and his eyes began to shine. "Really! ”

Momo Qinguan smiled: “That's what I said, but I haven't heard of that success in years. Maybe it's just a vain legend. Look at you. What do you want to achieve? ”

Exhibition nodded very seriously.

Momo asked curiously, "What do you want? ”

"I want a PSP! Master won't buy it for me! ”

Momo stunned, not knowing what to think, but silenced.

Brother Momo, what is your wish? ”

“Mine?” Momo suddenly looked out the window and said for a while: “My wish… what would it be? ”

“Brother Momo? ”

Momo shook his head and shook his breath: “It's okay... I'm going to do my homework. Sit down, show, go out and play. ”

The exhibitor was a little disappointed, but he didn't ask for anything. He just laughed. "Then I'll dig some potatoes and bake them for you! I'm starving after a fight! ”

Looking at the backdrop of that rushing out of the door, Momo somehow said, "Want a PSP... what kind of wish is that? Is that a wish? ”

Momo slowly closed his eyes and began to fight and sit up.

Penglai... Penglai, does it really exist?

……

It's also Tarzan… just another part of Tarzan.

Above the hills of the lush ancient trees, at the highest point, there is a Qian shadow looking out at the moment... at the place that has been known since ancient times as Feng Zen Tai.

She was frozen, her eyes flat, she didn't know what to think... and suddenly a little squirrel came under her feet.

When the squirrel arrived, he couldn't understand, lifted his feet and looked up at the huge figure for him.

She smiled... and just smiled, “Are you here to see the view too? ”

The squirrel was naturally unable to answer her remarks.

And she looked at the distance again at this moment and said to herself: “Last time, because it was just a child who couldn't come, I don't know... what kind of sight it was. Penglai... maybe it's just a legend. ”

For 500 years, she had not always participated in the tradition of the monastic world, but had only arrived quietly when she had completed her practice from that particular practice and had not found the right moment.

This time it shouldn't have come... if it hadn't been for waking up too fast.

Until the sun went down, she remained motionless, and only after the red light finally fell into the mountains did she suddenly show a sad colour on her face.

She said softly: "Master... how many more times will the Third Lady have to be honest in order to see you again? ”

……

……

“Come on, meet me. This is Master Huang!” Ren Ziling is working hard in front of Lochu to introduce a guy who looks sober.

Wearing a Tang suit with a pair of sunglasses, white hair and a white beard, it stopped sitting very well... and seemed like a grinning person.

Be in your fifties.

Lochu finally found a more serious problem. And that is, if he doesn't have any ability to be the boss, it's really hard for him to understand what exactly is going on in Ziling's mind.

Whatever you do, call Unight out for dinner!

Otherwise I won't wash my socks for three days... No, no, I won't wash my underwear for a week! I threw it in the living room! Throw it in front of your door!! I'm going to eat durian in your room!!

“So, master, you should choose the right clothes for the evening. ”

Fortunately, the maid is always so considerate, so trouble-free for her master.

So this just happened, in a table near the window at a spicy little lobster restaurant.

But Ren Ziling didn't bring pears this time.

After the introduction, Ren Ziling suddenly took Lo Qiula to a place, leaving the maid sitting relative to this Master Huang... This Master Huang still didn't say anything, seemed completely unattracted by the beauty of the maid.

“So... who is this Master Huang?” Rochu frowned.

I only listened to the First Vice Editor-in-Chief at this time to turn on the Auntie mode. Sha has intervened: “Master Huang, I asked for many people. Let me tell you something, Master Wong has a lot of fortune! Especially when it comes to marriage! - One count! We believe in science, but it's passed down from our ancestors. It's okay to listen! Why don't you count with Unight? ”

Boss Luo opened his mouth slightly.

Marriage… eight characters?