"Special Envoy Ding, please sit down and I will make tea for you."
The ordinary Fuso warriors were unmoved, but the haggard old man hoarsely said to Ding Yi.
Ding Yi was helpless for a moment. He looked at the courtyard. In fact, it was just an ordinary Fusang courtyard for ordinary people.
The yard is not big, and there is a tree growing around the wall. I don’t know why the tree has lost all its vitality.
The ordinary Fuso warriors looked at Ding Yi curiously. Their eyes were clear and simple, and they did not seem to be a ferocious person.
In fact, some people in Fusang are simple and kind-hearted, but most of the people are deceived by a small number of people in Fusang.
He naturally knew this truth, but he didn't understand why these honest-looking Fuso warriors ignored him.
Ding Yi saw that the Fuso warriors ignored him, and he sat directly at the table.
He also imitated the Fuso warriors to sit cross-legged, but the ground was cold and hard, and he was very used to sitting there.
There are five Fuso warriors in total. They have a braided hair in the center of their heads, hair around their foreheads, and a bare skull in the center of their linggai.
Fuso warriors like this are common in Wangdu, and there are many of them on the streets.
However, such ordinary warriors are not real masters, they are just ordinary warriors of ordinary rank.
"Special Envoy Ding, please have tea."
The old man An Jin came to Ding Yi with a teapot full of dirt in his hand, and he whispered to Ding Yi.
"What do you call me?"
Ding Yi took the teapot from the old man's hand and filled all the teacups on the table. He asked the five Fuso warriors curiously.
But those Fuso warriors looked at Ding Yi with confusion on their faces, as if they didn't know where Ding Yi was.
"Oh, I forgot to remind Special Envoy Ding that they are all deaf-mute!" The old man from the An Jin family apologized to Ding Yi.
Ding Yi was slightly startled when he heard the words of the withered old man, but he did not realize that these Fuso warriors were actually deaf and mute.
The withered old man made several gestures to the five Fuso warriors, and the five Fuso warriors nodded to Ding Yi.
Ding Yi was stunned for a moment.
No wonder their eyes showed simplicity, and their faces also showed honest expressions.
It turns out that these five Fuso warriors are deaf-mute. He has no discrimination against the disabled. On the contrary, he was once a disabled person with mixed senses.
For this group of humblest people, he only had respect and no discrimination in his heart.
Because they are the mainstream of this world, and practitioners are just going through a formality. When practitioners reach a certain level, they will break through the shackles of the world and reach a higher plane.
But they, a group of lower-class people, live, grow old, get sick and die in this world, adding vitality to the world.
"Senior An Jin, I'm already here, why don't you call Yumiko out?"
Although Ding Yi felt temporarily at peace, thinking that Yumeko was still in his hands, he put down the teacup in his hand and asked the haggard old man.
"Envoy Ding, please be patient. Sister Yumiko will be fine. She is safe."
The old man moved a wicker chair and sat aside, leaning on the wooden cane in his hand, and then answered Ding Yi with a smile on his face.
"Senior An Jin, are you a member of the note?"
Ding Yi finally asked the doubts in his heart. He felt that by stirring up trouble in the capital of Fuso, he must have disturbed the notice.
"The old man asked, does Special Envoy Ding understand the note?" The smile on the face of the almost dying old man became thicker, and the wrinkles on his forehead became deeper.
After hearing the old man's question, Ding Yi was slightly startled. Wasn't he from an organization with evil energy?
The note seemed to be attached to Tu, who used the evil energy to control the Fuso Palace.
In his first impression, this note was an evil organization.
But after he saw these ordinary deaf-mute warriors, as well as this large bungalow and the ordinary Fuso people in the house, his thoughts seemed to start to waver again.
"What's the impression in your mind, but it doesn't matter." The old man showed a warm smile to Ding Yi, and he said to Ding Yi again.
"To be honest, I don't know much about the association. I only know that the association is an evil organization. It seems to have controlled the Fuso Palace and manipulated the Fuso Sacred Tree, causing the Fuso Sacred Tree to almost lose its vitality."
Ding Yi had no choice but to tell what he knew. He learned about the organization from Ming Rao, and he really knew nothing about the organization at the beginning.
After hearing Ding Yi's impression of the meeting, the old man's expression did not change at all, and he calmly listened to Ding Yi's story.
"Special Envoy Ding, do you think this is the truth?" After listening to Ding Yi's story, the withered old man couldn't help laughing.
When the five deaf-mute warriors on the side saw the old man smiling, they also laughed honestly.
Ding Yi was startled. Could it be that what he saw with his own eyes wasn't real enough?
"Then Mr. An Jinsan arranged it specially for you, right?"
Ding Yi thought of the time when he was in the royal palace, when the military minister specifically targeted Yumiko and slapped her in the face. Now that he thought about it, it seemed that all this was arranged by the old man An Jin.
"Yes, I just want to test you and see your true attitude towards Sister Yumeiko." The old man replied to Ding Yi with a chuckle.
"Senior An Jin, your joke is too big!" Ding Yi said helplessly to the other party.
"Not big, not big at all. I already know who you are, but I'm not wrong about you either. Did you come to our Fuso Kingdom with a mission?"
The old man An Jin showed a wise smile to Ding Yi again, and he asked Ding Yi.
"As we all know, my mission is to escort Princess Dayong to your Fusang Kingdom. Princess Dayong wants to marry your fourth prince of Fusang."
Ding Yi pretended to be ignorant and replied to the other party.
After hearing Ding Yi's answer, the old man shook his head and said: "Actually, those three seeds are three seeds of hope, and the note is also the organization of Fuso Hope. Can Special Envoy Ding understand this?"
"That kind of seed is a good seed, but I don't dare to draw any conclusions about what kind of organization the Notes Association is. Seniors, what kind of organization is the Notes Association in your mind?"
Ding Yi shook his head and replied to the old man An Jin, and then he asked him what he thought of the meeting.
"The Notes is also called the Illuminati. It is an organization with wise men and light. At present, the Fusang Kingdom is in a state of decay, and all the spiritual resources are in the hands of those noble families. However, the ordinary wealthy people in our Fusang Kingdom But the people cannot be cultivated.”
"So the note wants to break this shackles and allow all ordinary people to build schools," the old man said proudly to Ding Yi.
When Ding Yi heard this, a bitter look appeared on his face.
There is no absolute fairness in this world. From birth to resources, there is no equality.
Fuso Island Country is inherently lacking in resources, so it is naturally impossible for all the people to practice cultivation.
Ding Yi was also skeptical about the idea of a note.
But he is not opposed to the concept of the note. This concept may seem ideal, but in reality it is cruel.
Dayong and Cangxuan Continent have not reached the level of ordinary cultivation. It is simply a foolish dream for a mere island country to want all its people to practice cultivation.
Ding Yi's face didn't show any change, but he secretly sneered in his heart.
However, he felt that there must be a reason why the note could exist for such a long time.
"Although your concept is good, it is difficult to realize. You don't even have a strong practitioner. How can you realize your plan."
Ding Yi finally couldn't help but remind the other party.
He was not trying to attack the other party. Some people are just stubborn in life, and the note should be made up of a group of extremely stubborn people.
