Copper Coins Chapter 42: Shop 2 (3)

Xuan Min is still picky, and he can't stand the dirty mess at all, so he decides to go to the room. Although his money is a lot, he can't afford to spend like this all the time. Xue Xian really wanted to know, with his spending speed, how long would he have enough money with him? If he really spends his money, how do he plan to earn it? After all, even if this bald donkey is not small, it is hard to imagine him taking the initiative to open his mouth to collect money from people.

The upper room of this inn is not as good as Guiyunju, but it can be considered clean and tidy. The little second-hand who was in charge of living in the store tidyed them up a bit, and brought fresh tea and a copper basin to clean their hands.

"Xiao Er has always been upstairs. If the guest officer needs anything else, just open the door and give an order." Xiao Er said something, then exited and closed the door.

Although it was said that they had to take a night's rest, in fact, only Lu Twenqi, Shi Shizhang and the others really needed a rest. For Xue Xian, it didn't matter whether he slept or not. For Xuanmin...

Anyway, Xue Xian basically no longer regards him as a human being. He neither eats nor rests very much. How can he be considered a human being?

This half-paralyzed black dragon spent a day on the carriage. In order to let this ancestor relax a little, Xuan Min put him on the bed after entering the door.

Let's not mention anything else in the upper room of this inn, the bed is really comfortable, the quilt is very thick, it is quite soft, not at all awkward, and it is better than a hard stool. Xue Xian felt that the bald donkey's move was very much to his liking. He unceremoniously stretched his waist, loosened his shoulders and back muscles, then dragged the quilt, dug a nest for himself, and just leaned against the bulging quilt. up, holding his head and sighing comfortably.

Xuan Min was sitting at the carved wooden table with his clothes on, as if he didn't plan to rest at all.

He turned the wick of the oil lamp on the table to brighten the light, and took out the previously folded notice from his arms, unfolded it under the lamp, shook it flat, and watched it quietly. The warm yellow light cast a shadow under his brow bone, lining the deep eye sockets, the bridge of the nose was high, and the corners of his lips showed an inhuman indifference.

Xue Xian supported his head and squinted his eyes, looking at it for a while, suddenly said, "Bald donkey?"

Xuan Min didn't hear what he said for a long time, and replied in a deep voice without raising his head: "Huh?"

Xue Xian raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is the person on this notice really you?"

“…”

This question is a bit direct, but it does fit his straight and undisguised temperament.

He saw Xuan Min put the notice in his hand on the table, with his fingertips lightly pressing one of the corners, turned his head and glanced at him, as if he was considering how to answer, but he didn't seem to plan to elaborate.

It hasn't been long since he was shoveled by a bald donkey at the Jiang Family Medical Center, but maybe it's because the things he experienced are not simple. Sometimes there is even an illusion that they have known each other for a long time and are familiar with each other.

Xue Xian could actually see that Xuan Min was very defensive. He had known him for so long, and Xuan Min almost kept silent about anything about him. Maybe this was due to his natural character, maybe it was caused by amnesia, Xue Xian said. It's understandable when it's reasonable.

Ask yourself if he lost a lot of memories himself, maybe he would ignore no one and believe no one, just make some earth-shaking movements, and make up all the lost memories first, and then whoever stops it will be unlucky.

But the situation is a bit special at this time. After all, they are on the same road now, so to speak, they are grasshoppers tied to a rope. If Xuanmin had nothing to do with the people on the notice, that was one way to deal with it, and if it was related, it was another way to deal with it. There must always be a preparation, and you can't go to the door and then temporarily dig a hole.

"Bald donkey, let's do this, what do you think about us making a fair deal?" Xue Xian said solemnly.

It's not that good, this evil barrier doesn't look like a person who knows fairness.

Xuan Min didn't lift his head, continued the notice, and didn't open his mouth to express his objection - after all, if Xue Xian really wanted to do something, asking your opinion was just meaning, and objection had no effect.

Xue Xian saw him look like "I'm reluctant to listen to you when you say it", and said, "We both don't know the bottom line, so if we get into trouble, it's not easy to deal with it—"

Xuan Min finally glanced at him, as if it was the first time he heard him speak calmly.

"Let's ask each other some questions that we think are important. If I ask you and you can answer it, then I have to answer you a question. If you can't answer it or don't want to answer it, then you can give it to me. A piece of silver, how about it?" Xue Xian squinted, "Do you think I am particularly reasonable?"

Xuan Min was speechless for a moment.

How good are you in business? Play this trick with someone who knows he has amnesia. "If you can't answer, you will give money." Where are you asking for the basics?

"...You might as well just take it directly." Xuan Min opened his mouth lightly, reached out and touched all the silver particles in his dark pocket, and threw it onto the bed gently and skillfully.

Xue Xian bit the tip of his tongue to catch it with a backhand, weighed it in his hand, and said, "Okay, I won't walk you, let's play another way."

An eminent monk is an eminent monk, and looks like money is like dung. All the silver particles were thrown out, and Xuan Min no longer paid any attention to him, and turned his head to continue to read his notice.

The ancestor Xue Xian patted the bed board and said dissatisfiedly: "Look at me first, this time is serious."

About Xuanmin felt that his lazy look was quite hurt, and he said without raising his head: "Speak."

"Come on, I'll be more generous. I'll ask you a question. If you can say something, I'll give you a grain of gold. If you can't say something, then leave it for now until you think about it. , of course, you can also say that you can't remember things that you don't like to say."

As Xue Xian said, he piled the money Xuanmin gave him into a pile on one side of the quilt, as if he was holding money in a casino, "Well, yours is still yours, I won't take a penny, and you will be left and right. There's nothing to lose, maybe I can make some money, how about that?"

Actually, Xuan Min paid the money all the way along the way, and spent a lot of money. Xue Xian never liked to owe people anything, whether it was money or favors, and he always received one silver for one gold. But he has some problems. He doesn't like to pay directly, and he prefers this circuitous method, which is really a little sick.

After hearing this, Xuan Min finally raised his head. He probably didn't expect this ancestor to take the initiative to suffer losses. It was almost like the sun came out from the west.

"If you don't object, I will take it as your answer." Xue Xian said, thinking to himself: where should I ask...

He knew that Xuan Min never took money seriously, and naturally he wouldn't force himself to say things he didn't want to say in order to win some money. Although he hadn't started to ask, he had already thought about it - with the temperament of this bald donkey, he probably couldn't answer a few questions.

But... it's a bit of a question.

"Where does your problem of not recognizing people come from when you open your eyes?" Xue Xian thought for a while and asked.

Xuan Min frowned slightly, staring at the candle, but did not speak immediately.

Xue Xian: "..." How great, it's not good to be a teacher.

Just when he thought that the first question would not be answered, Xuan Min suddenly said in a deep voice: "I don't remember, it's been like this since I woke up a few months ago, and it suddenly flares up and always has to rest. It took two days to recover, but now it is recovering quickly.”

Xue Xian was stunned: Huh? Did you answer it seriously?

Xuan Min said, raised his hand to touch the side of his neck again, frowned and said, "Why did you let me touch this side last time?"

"Have you not seen it?" Xue Xian asked subconsciously, and then suddenly remembered that every time Xuanmin returned to normal, the mole would also return to normal, and he might have never seen the mole. Changed appearance, "Every time you turn your face and don't recognize someone, the mole on your neck will crawl out a few bloodshots, which look like spiders. But when you touch it, the bloodshots will retract again, and you will follow. Not stupid."

Xuan Min: "..."

Seeing his frowning appearance, Xue Xian guessed that he probably didn't remember what the mole was about, so he said, "Okay, this is enough to answer a question."

He said, he stretched out his hand and touched it with difficulty for a while, and found a large amount of gold beads the size of peanuts, and threw one in Xuanmin's silver coin.

Xuan Min: "...Where did you get all these gold beads?"

Xue Xian raised his eyebrows: "Anyway, it's also a fetish. There are many places to hide things on the body. It's just that it's troublesome to touch in public, so I'll use yours first."

"You just said that you woke up like this a few months ago... What do you mean?" Xue Xian asked again.

This time Xuanmindao didn't stay silent for a long time, but said quite directly: "Literally, when I woke up, I was alone in a corpse shop in the mountains of Langzhou."

"Corpse shop?" Xue Xian was taken aback.

The so-called corpse shop is a place in western Hunan for people to rest and avoid wind and rain on their way to chase corpses. Living people are afraid of bad luck and will never approach them on weekdays.

"Why are you there?" Xue Xian asked suspiciously.

Xuan Min shook his head, "I can't remember anything before that. When I opened my eyes, I only had this string of copper coins on me, a handwritten booklet that recorded the art of Kanyu and the magic circle, and a piece of memorabilia. Tissue paper with some odds and ends, and some yellow talismans."

"What did you do before, where did you come from, where did you go, what do you want to do, all of which can't be remembered?" Xue Xian suddenly felt that this bald donkey was a little pitiful, but an ordinary person is dead in a mountain. The shop opened his eyes, he didn't know anything about his past and future, and he was going crazy in all likelihood.

Xuan Min shook his head, "I didn't know it at the time. Later, I occasionally remembered some fragmentary pieces, but often after a night, I suddenly forget them again."

Xue Xian couldn't help but said, "What should I do?"

“When I think of something later, I just write it down on that thin piece of paper, carry it with me, and take a look at it when I’m not awake.” Xuan Min replied.

Xue Xian let out an "oh", "It's the one you asked Lu Nineteen to help you with in the underground tomb of Tombtou Island? You don't even recognize your own handwriting?"

Xuan Min said lightly: "When I woke up, there were already some words on it, and the handwriting can be imitated."

Xue Xian understands: "Are you afraid that someone will imitate your handwriting and write something that misleads you?"

"Hmm."

"Then what did you remember?" Xue Xian said while throwing two gold beads into Xuan Min's silver coin.

"It's very messy." Xuan Min replied, "Some are about this string of copper coins, a few place names, and... one thing."

"What's the matter?"

"Looking for someone." Xuan Min said, "I remember that I should look for someone. I owe that person something. If I don't pay it back for a day, I won't feel at ease for a day."

His voice was slow, and it sounded low in the room. Although his tone was a little cold as always, it somehow gave people a... very heavy feeling, even if it was an irrelevant person, he could feel it through his voice. Unspeakable sadness.

This was the first time Xue Xian felt such an obvious emotion from him, which made Xuan Min suddenly have some human vitality.

But for some reason, Xue Xian felt a sudden block in his heart, unable to go up or down, very uncomfortable!

He stared at Xuan Min for a while, then suddenly said lukewarmly, "Okay, there is nothing to ask, you can take the money yourself."

After he finished speaking, he picked up the remaining gold beads and stuffed them into his sleeves. He didn't know what was going on there.

Actually, he still didn't ask anything, and he still didn't understand if Xuanmin was the person on the notice, but he just didn't have the heart to ask any further, and he didn't bother to ask. He saw Xuan Min froze for a moment, and seemed to feel that his sudden indifference was somewhat inexplicable.

Just when Xuan Min got up and was about to walk towards the bed, Xue Xian vaguely heard some vague human voices in the wall outside the window, and the soft sound of golden soldiers' buckles touching each other.

There is a curfew on the streets at night, and the only people who can walk around with weapons are... Yamen people?