MTL - Flower Demon’s Inn-Chapter 1 Monsters at Tongfu Inn

Although the Tongfu Inn in Luoyang occupies not the largest land and the best food, but in the era of prevailing literature and art, under the background of a group called Zhufengfengzhai, Zuiyuege and Jinxiu Inn, Suddenly it was like a memory worthy of taste, and his reputation gradually became louder.

Spoon thought it would stay like this forever, and a lot of inn monsters were convinced. But now ...

She stood in front of the inn with great sorrow, watching the notices on the old gates, scratching her heart and her lungs.

The affable shopkeeper was going to sell the inn.

The sorrowful spoon lay all night outside the window of the shopkeeper, and after listening to it for a night, the meaning was: I am now the old shopkeeper from the small shopkeeper to the big shopkeeper, and it is time to return to my hometown and enjoy my old age.

When the spoon returned, it was found that the windowsill was already full of little demon. So the demon collectively melancholy, squatting in a circle in the yard, sigh.

At dawn, the morning sun shrouded the earth and broke through the mist of morning light. It was another sunny day.

The old treasurer came up with a bucket, took a water scoop, filled it with water, and spread his hands skillfully. The drops of water were wrapped in the morning light, neon, and dropped on the flowers and grass. He looked at the flowers and grass stained with clear water in the yard, and his old tears burst into tears: "It's a pity that I can't take you with me. If I uproot, I'm afraid I won't be able to feed."

The drops of water on the green leaves shook slightly, and when the old shopkeeper left the yard, the half-meter-high peony shook and turned into a 17-year-old girl wearing a white powder half-breasted skirt and black hair. , Picturesque, like green bamboo after the rain, green hills in the misty cage, bright and ethereal.

A moment later, Xin Yi, Rhododendron, and Cypress were transformed into different shapes. With a bang on top of the head, the gourd rack became a fat man, and the sound of a floor explosion suddenly exploded.

Everyone immediately raised his finger and shushed him, and Hulu Fat also hushed. Then he whispered to the peony standing in front of him: "Boss, if grandpa is gone, a rough man will take over, what should we do?"

The spoon thoughtfully thought for a while, turned slowly, raised his hand fiercely and wiped it around his neck, and groaned, "Done him."

The crowd immediately cast their eyes on our boss's majestic eyes, and then the satisfied ones returned to the soil to nourish.

People who want to buy an inn are endless, but the old shopkeeper just refuses to sell it. It's not that the price is unfair, nor is it too overbearing, but the old shopkeeper insists on adding three treaties to the contract.

First, do not change the name of the inn. This buyer naturally agreed, it was originally for this old name.

Second, do not clear the flowers and plants in the backyard. This is fine, because it is invisible in the backyard.

Third, do not decorate the inn to maintain its original appearance.

The third point alone makes people stop. For the time being, the decoration in the room is not simple. This facade is very important. Compared with the opposite Jinxiu Inn, it is really the difference between copper coins and gold ingots. Even if it is an old name, you have to take care of the image. The full-hearted businessman disappeared, and half a month later, no one asked.

The old treasurer is not in a hurry, and opens the door as usual after watering flowers every day, and the life is still tepid.

The happiest is the spoonful of monsters. In the morning, they drank enough water and blew against the breeze, which was extremely pleasant.

Now it is March, only Xinyi flowers are blooming, and the peony and rhododendron are still green leaves. The garden was full of green onions, and only one safflower lay alone.

"It is really" purple chalk with pointed flame, red rouge dyed small lotus flower. "The shopkeeper has a good flower in the yard, and the Xinyi flower is very beautiful."

The breeze was blowing, and the flowers and flowers were blowing straight. Spoon found the good sound source, and saw a young man in a gray cloth, with a strong figure, a slight smile on his eyes, a white face and a scholarly spirit, as if coming out of ink painting.

As soon as Xin Niang heard her praise, she twisted her waist and opened her face even wider.

At the sight of everyone, he shouted, "Xin Niang has begun to commit idiots again, hold on."

Xin Niang snorted, it's rare to see such a good-looking son, wouldn't you be guilty of being a flower if you didn't commit an idiot, okay, don't you sell your soul selling flowers?

The flower demon and the grass demon screamed there. The old shopkeeper and scholar heard only the snoring sound of the wind blowing leaves.

The scholar suddenly said, "That can only ask the shopkeeper to cut love, and I like it very much."

"Oh!" Spoon glared up at the scholar who was still feeling clean and uplifted, and almost didn't lift his foot to throw the mud in his leg.

The old shopkeeper asked, "Maybe three promises?"

The scholar laughed, "Yes."

The old shopkeeper said quickly: "The deal."

Fenghua's peerless Xin Niang was also dumbfounded, and immediately cuddled with Cuckoo: "Grandpa just sold us like this, and no one will take care of us in the future, woohoo."

The whole house was fluttering, still the sound of the wind moving the leaves.

At night, the wind is quiet and the lights are on.

Under the eager eyes of everyone, "become a scholar quickly," the spoon resolutely jumped into the scholar's room. Squatting on the window sill looking at the young man who reads under the lamp, he touched his chin, stepped forward, his toes fell to the ground, and instantly turned into a white woman with a long shawl ... ghost ...

The spoon first took a picture in front of the mirror, looking at the red eyes and blue face in the mirror with satisfaction. Flutteringly sitting across the table, the probe blew an oil lamp, and the lights flickered in the room.

The scholar didn't move.

The spoon stretched his head again, and approached his face with the air conditioner.

The scholar is still reading.

"Nerd, nerd, but also want to take care of our Tongfu Inn, this is the rhythm of losing money." Spoon shook his head, raised his hand to block the page, his palm gradually changed shape, but he was still indifferent!

Spoon looked at his hand, mortals can clearly see it, this method has scared away a lot of strong men who come to trouble. Seeing that his opponent was strong, the spoon appeared to be a ghost, and he bounced beside him, sometimes blowing into his neck, sometimes raising his hand to block his sight, and even crackling the window.

After half an hour ...

The demon who squatted in the courtyard and waited for the triumphant spoon to look up silently looked up at the name of the day, staring intently at the figure jumping on the window paper, wondering: "Why is the boss there? The dancing is tempting the scholar?"

Fat Hulu said: "It must be the old way of playing ghosts."

After an hour ...

Spoon lay prone on the table, crying desolately: "I'm a ghost ... a ghost! Can you raise your eyes and look at me, and pretend to be frightened, don't bring such a shock. Huh Woo. "

Vaguely, the spoon seemed to see the corners of his mouth slightly squinted, slightly curved, clearly smiling. The spoon crooked his head, and looked at him with the colorful face that was washed away with tears, "Stupid student, can you see me, right?"

Glancing for a while, but seeing him turn a page lightly again, where there is a smile on the corner of his lips. Is it possible that the spoon scratched his head? Hearing the familiar footsteps outside, he disappeared immediately.

"Son Chu, can you fall asleep?"

The scholar responded in a hurry, and finally let go of the book that seemed to be stuck in his hand and opened the door.

When the spoon saw the old shopkeeper carrying the baggage, tears flowed even more. He lay at the door and watched him hand over the lease to the scholar. He heard him tell him to water the flowers and fertilize well, and almost cried: "Grandpa ... "

The old treasurer didn't realize it, explained everything well, sighed, full of resentment and relief, and took his wife away.

Where is the spoon to frighten the scholar? He followed the old treasurer and went all the way to the door. He walked barefoot on Qingshi Road, watching the two old backs support each other, and gradually disappeared under the red lantern until they could no longer be seen.

The inn was sold.

The old grandfather who once said they would also guard the inn together, just left.

The spoon was melancholy.

But more melancholy happened again.

In the morning, they wake up to the dawn as usual, waiting for the well water in the morning to habitually. The scholar appeared after a while, and stooped and threw the barrel into the well, lifting up a full barrel. The demons looked at him eagerly, but when he saw him mentioning it, it seemed that it was too much, and they fell back more than half of them, and they all felt that they were really helpless men.

Then ... the scholar walked away with a wooden barrel, straight, connected, left! Not watering them at all!

The demons comforted each other and he must have not remembered, and they would come later. Wait, wait, wait until noon, the sun on the spring day feels hot and feels hot. Spoon almost moved his legs to jump well to nourish himself, the back door quietly opened, and the scholar returned with a bucket. Then came to the well, hit a bucket full of water, moved to the flower bed, and leaned over to take a scoop.

Spoon swallowed hard: "Will he not ..."

As the words fell, the scholar scooped up a puddle of water and started.

The scream rang through the courtyard:

"I'm going, what is he doing!"

"Help! You must burn the monster!"

"Emma, ​​I have a bad heart."

When the scholar shook his hand, he originally wanted to splash the water smartly, but he did not hold the scoop tightly, and flew out, patted it on the pretty face of the spoon ...

The breeze is soaring, so murderous ...

"Boss! Boss, are you okay!"

"Boss, you need to cheer up!"

"Ahhh! Dare to hit our boss and I fight with you!"

The scholar shook his head and said, "I really don't have the talent to raise flowers." Then he poured a bucket full of water into the flower bed, and then clapped his hands with satisfaction.

The spoon burst into tears, and his heart and lungs again-okay, okay your uncle! I swallowed you tonight, not even vomiting bones!