Han Xiaosheng walked on the broad avenue of the county town and looked at the scenes on both sides with novelty.
To say that he has seen places in the north, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen, he has seen a lot, and he has seen a lot of skyscrapers, but the buildings in Yunlong County, Tianfeng Prefecture of the Great Zhou Kingdom made him very puzzled.
The buildings on both sides of the street do not have dozens of floors, but some houses have very weird architectural styles. How can I put it, the height of the first floor is eight meters, and they seem to be specially built for giants.
Seeing Han Xiaosheng's appearance, Feng Xiuzhen solved his doubts.
"Brother Xiaosheng, this was specially built for the county prince's palace. Because Mu Yunlong, the prince of Yunlong County, was named the county queen and practiced the Giant Spirit Art. He was too tall and it would be too troublesome to shrink down to the size of an ordinary person. So He asked some buildings in Yunlong County where he might visit to be built this tall."
Han Xiaosheng couldn't help but click his tongue.
"Then how tall could he be if he didn't shrink in size?"
"I don't know either. I only know that when he shrinks, he usually only shrinks to five meters tall."
Han Xiaosheng imagined it for a moment, this was too amazing.
Old man Feng added on the side.
"If you let go of your body shape, it's twenty meters tall. I saw the prince show it once when he resisted a black dragon that was making trouble. His realm is above the innate martial arts. I don't know which realm he is."
Han Xiaosheng thought of the white wolf in his storage ring. It was only twenty meters long, but he hadn't seen it for a long time. He was running around during this time and forgot about the corpses of the ferocious beasts. If these corpses could talk, they would have protested long ago.
Han Xiaosheng sighed, this time travel is not under his control. Otherwise, he would practice in one place. When he reaches the innate level of body refining and the third level of qi refining, he will be free from the weaklings when he comes out. It's within the scope, and you won't have to look forward and backward to fight a weak fat horse thief.
The county town was very large, and Han Xiaosheng followed Old Man Feng and Feng Xiuzhen for an hour until they reached a place full of birds and animals.
Seeing Mr. Feng stop, Han Xiaosheng was a little confused. Was he going to buy a mount?
Mr. Feng took out the token of Baibao Pavilion, communicated the destination with a boss, then took out some copper coins and handed them to the boss, and then received three wooden tokens.
Han Xiaosheng also received a wooden sign. After looking at it, he found that it was just a wooden sign, nothing special.
Han Xiaosheng, led by Mr. Feng, went up to an attic located on a cow.
The cow is five meters long and has a broad back. The loft is fixed on the cow's back. It can seat six people, and there are still three left. They will leave in a quarter of an hour.
While waiting, Mr. Feng introduced Han Xiaosheng:
"These birds and beasts are all domesticated by the county prince's palace. As a means of transportation in the county town, they occupy one-tenth of the market and are considered a share of the county prince's palace's income."
"The county city is very big. The Baibao Pavilion has four branches in the county city. We are going to the one closest to the city gate, which is the Baibao Pavilion in the south of the city. My eldest disciple Zhou Wenlong serves as the deacon in this branch. Once you get there, you’re at home.”
Han Xiaosheng listened in silence. He originally wanted to remind Mr. Feng, but seeing the pride on his face, he thought it was better not to say anything.
A quarter of an hour later, a veiled woman with a graceful figure and full of charm came up from the attic.
Han Xiaosheng felt his body sway and quickly grabbed the guardrail beside him. Then he felt the cow under him began to accelerate, faster and faster, until he felt a cold wind pouring into the attic.
He felt that the speed of this cow was about sixty kilometers per hour, which was far worse than his off-road vehicle.
After sitting on the back of the cow for two hours, Han Xiaosheng's bones were about to fall apart.
When Han Xiaosheng stepped off the back of the cow, his feet felt a little weak and he couldn't help but complain.
"The comfort of this vehicle is too bad!"
Feng Xiuzhen couldn't help but giggle. The veiled woman also covered her mouth and laughed. Only Mr. Feng knew why he disliked him and comforted him.
"Whenever you design a cheap car, you can enjoy the comfort!"
Han Xiaosheng became even more depressed. This was not his expertise.
Old Man Feng led Han Xiaosheng and Feng Xiuzhen a few hundred meters away and stopped in front of a three-story building. A plaque hung on the door saying "Baobao Pavilion".
This building is relatively normal. Each floor is only four meters high. Although it is tall, it is not that amazing.
Han Xiaosheng looked at the position of the plaque and found that the plaque was actually spliced together. It probably didn't last long, and he didn't know what happened to the south branch of Baibao Pavilion during this period.
Seeing that Mr. Feng and Feng Xiuzhen had already entered the door, Han Xiaosheng hurriedly followed, but was stopped by two people at the door.
Han Xiaosheng was speechless. He was stopped alone when he entered the city gate, and it was the same when he entered the Baibao Pavilion. This was a bad year.
Feng Xiuzhen found that Han Xiaosheng was stopped and ran out quickly, scolding the two gatekeepers.
"Blinding your dog eyes, he came with us, why did you stop him?"
The two gatekeepers spoke plausibly:
"The Pavilion Master has told me that no one is allowed to enter!"
Feng Xiuzhen was about to have a seizure when she was stopped by Han Xiaosheng and looked at Mr. Feng inside the door.
Seeing Mr. Feng standing in the door with a gloomy face, Han Xiaosheng smiled slightly and said lightly:
"What is an idler?"
"Those we don't recognize are idlers!"
"Then this Baibao Pavilion belongs to you two?"
"Anyway, the Pavilion Master told me that you can't go in!"
"That means that Baibao Pavilion is not open to the public?"
The two people made strong arguments:
"I won't let you in anyway!"
Just as Han Xiaosheng was about to speak, the two people in front of him flew out. Mr. Feng stood at the door, squeezed out a smile and said to Han Xiaosheng:
"Xiaosheng, I will give you an explanation!"
Han Xiaosheng had a bad feeling in his heart, maybe there was something wrong with Mr. Feng's apprentice.
"Mr. Feng, have things changed?"
"Alas, my eldest disciple has actually been promoted from deacon to the master of the branch pavilion!"
Han Xiaosheng suddenly realized that his guess was true. Zhou Wenlong did things under the eyes of his enemies. Not only was he not embarrassed, but he was promoted and made a fortune. If there was no problem, no one would dare to believe it.
"Mr. Feng, the agreement between us is for you, not for your apprentice. I don't want to hand over supplies to such a white-eyed wolf."
After saying that, he entered the Baibao Pavilion from Mr. Feng.
Just after entering the gate of Baibao Pavilion, before Han Xiaosheng could see clearly what was going on inside, a hearty laugh came from upstairs.
"Oh, master, little junior sister, why didn't you say hello so I could come down to pick you up? Look, there is no misunderstanding."
Han Xiaosheng turned around and saw a young man who looked to be in his thirties walking down the stairs on the second floor.
This young man was dressed in a Confucian shirt, with a white face and no beard. He was very handsome. He also held a folding fan in his hand and smiled when he spoke, giving people a feeling of spring breeze.
This man should be the senior brother Feng Xiuzhen calls him, Mr. Feng’s proud disciple, and the master of the south branch of Baibao Pavilion, Zhou Wenlong.
However, no matter how Han Xiaosheng looked at it, he felt that this guy was a hypocrite. Maybe he had preconceived ideas, and he didn't know how he explained what just happened.
Seeing that Mr. Feng and Feng Xiuzhen were silent, Zhou Wenlong didn't care. He walked to the door and scolded the two gatekeepers who had just gotten up from the ground.
"You two, if you don't give me face, my master, you won't give me face. You are looking for death!"
The two gatekeepers looked shocked, with panic on their faces, and quickly explained:
"Pavilion Master, this is the order from Gang Leader Zhou!"
"Can you listen to what he says? You must listen to me!"
"Yes Yes Yes!"
Han Xiaosheng then saw the changes in the expressions of the two gatekeepers and the subsequent understanding, and made a decision in his heart.
Zhou Wenlong is really a hypocrite this week. He may have known about himself for a long time, but he wanted to separate himself and Mr. Feng. He didn't know what the conspiracy was. Now that he found that the action failed, he turned to acting, but the two watched The level of the disciple is still a bit low, showing his timidity.
Zhou Wenlong turned around, turned to Han Xiaosheng, and said hello with a smile.
Han Xiaosheng felt that Zhou Wenlong's smile was too fake and condescending, so he was not too polite and just nodded.
Zhou Wenlong's smile froze for a moment, and when he turned to Mr. Feng and Feng Xiuzhen, his face became full of joy again.
"Master, please, junior sister, please."
Feng Xiuzhen had obviously forgiven him. She went up to talk to Zhou Wenlong, scolded the guard just now for looking down on others, and told him what she had seen along the way.
Mr. Feng and Han Xiaosheng walked behind them and looked at each other.
Han Xiaosheng saw the confusion and pain in Mr. Feng's eyes, and Mr. Feng saw the indifference in Han Xiaosheng's eyes.
Han Xiaosheng looked at the surrounding terrain as he walked. He had a bad feeling that he might have to leave Baibao Pavilion as soon as possible today.
Following Zhou Wenlong into a large room, when he saw the three of them sitting down, Zhou Wenlong asked for tea.
A middle-aged man came in with a tea tray and placed a cup of tea in front of everyone.
Zhou Wenlong picked up the tea, took a sip, and said to Mr. Feng:
"Master, I don't know how long you will stay in the county when you come back this time. Is there anything special that the disciple needs to do?"
Mr. Feng hesitated to speak, but Feng Xiuzhen couldn't help it and spoke first.
"Elder brother, we have brought some very beautiful clothes, which can bring huge income to Baibao Pavilion."
Zhou Wenlong's eyes lit up immediately.
"Oh, what kind of clothes are they?"
Mr. Feng remained silent. Feng Xiuzhen was about to continue speaking, but was interrupted by Han Xiaosheng.
"Xiuzhen, these clothes are not for Baibao Pavilion. What you have is just given to you and has nothing to do with Baibao Pavilion."
Feng Xiuzhen looked at Han Xiaosheng in surprise, and then at Mr. Feng. Seeing her grandfather's silence, she was embarrassed to continue. After all, the clothes belonged to Han Xiaosheng, and she, Feng Xiuzhen, had no right to make the decision.
Zhou Wenlong seemed to understand something and turned to Han Xiaosheng with a spring-breathing smile.
Han Xiaosheng said before he could speak:
"Mr. Feng, I remember we agreed that after meeting your eldest disciple, you two will immediately take me to visit my friend. Can you go now?"
After saying that, he stood up, turned around and walked out.
Mr. Feng's expression returned to normal, he stood up and said to Zhou Wenlong:
"Wenlong, let's visit some friends first, and then come to your place tomorrow."
Zhou Wenlong was about to persuade him to stay, but Mr. Feng had already walked out of the door.
Feng Xiuzhen smiled apologetically at Zhou Wenlong and followed him out.
Zhou Wenlong's face darkened, but he soon put on a gentle smile and followed out.
Mr. Feng walked in the corridor and looked around. The more he looked, the calmer he became. By the time he left the door, he had returned to the state he had been in Longmen Town.
He patted Zhou Wenlong on the shoulder and said:
"Wenlong, don't worry. We have indeed agreed on the itinerary in advance. You should do your own thing well. I will still rely on you in the county in the future."
Zhou Wenlong's eyes flashed, he complimented a few words, and said goodbye to Feng Xiuzhen and Mr. Feng. As for Han Xiaosheng, he was already ten meters away.
Seeing Mr. Feng and the others walking away, Zhou Wenlong entered the Baibao Pavilion and immediately shouted:
"Somebody come!"
An old man with white hair came out from behind a screen.
"Pavilion Master Zhou, what are your orders?"
Zhou Wenlong explained with a gloomy face:
"Manager Wang, I order you to immediately find out the details of Han Xiaosheng just now. In addition, you must find out quickly what happened to the clothes Feng Xiuzhen mentioned. The time limit is two days, otherwise you will get out."
After saying that, he turned around and went upstairs.
Behind him, the white-haired old man bowed and said yes, but his eyes were full of frustration and hatred.
