Yang Sifang had a headache.
The higher the cultivation level. I always feel that the more I speak, the more profound it becomes.
From the moment he arrived in Renhuang Province, Huang Wupei was speechless. Like the earth swallowing seeds, it fell into a long silence.
Now suddenly spitting out an assertion, it is both surprising and curious. ——What will be the result of spitting it out?
Huang Wupei didn't show off, pointing to the sword-carrying monk in front of him, "Listen to what the people around him are talking about."
Yang Sifang followed his finger and saw a man who looked like a pear that was about to rot and turn black, and his shape was like a tree that was suffering from disease and withering. ——Although he has a sick appearance, he does not conceal his dignified appearance.
The man indeed had a knife.
The light scabbard is a sixth-grade magical weapon.
Yang Sifang pricked up his ears.
"If you ask me, Gu Sheng is still looking after us. You see, this chamber of commerce is still close to our Xiao family's territory. Just look at this day..." The female monk rubbed her hands and shrank like a hedgehog. He tightened his grip and leaned towards the man with the knife. "It's strangely cold. Senior Brother Qing. It seems like it's going to snow."
Brother Qing, who was carrying the sword, glanced at the female monk coldly and said nothing.
The female monk said "hehe" with a silly smile and a bit of a delicate look. After all, he is closer to Senior Brother Qing.
When the monks around Senior Brother Qing saw this, they didn't say anything and were not surprised.
The group moved on.
Yang Sifang turned around and said, "Uncle Liu, what did I hear?"
Huang Wupei frowned, "Listen more, listen more; I'll change my surname at your request."
Yang Sifang smiled mischievously, "Uncle Liu's last name is so weird."
"What's a bad surname? Is your surname Huang? I call you Uncle Huang. If people hear me, they won't misunderstand that you are Uncle Liu Huang? Just call me Uncle Liu." Yang Sifang looked at Huang Wupei narrowly.
There was a sound of Huang Wupei tightening his belt, and a big man fell to the side and laughed.
"Hahahaha! - Hahahaha! Uncle Liu Huang!"
Take a look.
What a strong man indeed.
He has a round face like a tiger, a lush mustache, copper bell eyes, pine needle eyebrows, a flat nose and a big mouth.
There was another man standing next to the strong man.
He is similar in stature and appearance to that strong man. Thinner.
Two brothers.
After the strong man finished laughing, he patted the shoulder of the man next to him, "Brother, look, this girl is so funny."
The eldest brother obviously had a headache, and bowed slightly to Yang and Huang, "I'm really sorry, my brother is used to being rough. I am the elder Li Tuo of Qian's family. This is my brother, Li Dai."
Huang Wupei returned the salute slightly, "Disrespectful. I'm Huang Wu, her name is Yang Fang."
"Are you two going to join the Chamber of Commerce?" Li Tuo asked first.
Huang Wupei pondered slowly and then nodded.
"Why don't we go with us?" Li Tuo invited.
Huang Wupei nodded directly in agreement.
The four of them formed a group and walked together.
"Isn't my sister from here?" Li Dai was a little surprised.
Yang Sifang was slightly surprised at the enthusiasm of the Li brothers at first, but he had also heard about the rough and grand folk customs of Renhuang Province.
Now that he had calmed down, he responded positively, "Yes, yes. Can uncle see that?"
Li Dai laughed and said, "Of course. - Old girl, don't look at the accent here, which is easy to bias people as the saying goes. But when you look at the temperament of the old girl, she is not from this place."
Yang Sifang and Li Dai were very interested in each other and took the initiative to praise, "Guandong is grand and Qilu is hospitable. But little sister, I am a little cautious."
Li Dai raised the tiger's back, pinched the bear's waist, and pretended to laugh.
Li Tuo suddenly covered Li Dai's mouth, "I see your smile is going to explode. Don't be too crazy."
Li Dai nodded. Li Tuo let go.
Even Huang Wupei couldn't help but smile amidst the biting cold wind and the bold folk customs.
Li Tuo smiled bitterly at Huang Wupei.
Huang Wupei finally decided to ask, "I think Brother Li seems to be able to see my cultivation level? He pays special attention to me."
Li Tuo didn't beat around the bush, "Of course. I have some sense after all."
Huang Wupei was even more surprised, "This Renhuang province has never been so liberal? Is it even like this now?"
Li Tuo didn't hesitate, half indifferent, half ready to say, "It's always been like this. In my mind, it's always been like this."
"Seniors may think that the Renhuang Province is now under the control of the Nine Ancestors and Gu Sheng, and that it will be extremely sensitive to the outside world and even xenophobic. In fact, it is not the case."
"Today's Xiao family and Qian family are respectful and respectful to Gu Shenghui. But to us, there is not much difference."
"Before the Ninth Patriarch came, there were monks from the Northern Province who came here. After they came, the monks from the three southern provinces also came. They have their own plans. We are not blind either."
Li Tuo's words really surprised Huang Wupei.
Huang Wupei didn't expect that Li Tuo would tell the truth so freely.
Li Tuo looked at Huang Wupei in surprise, and finally felt a little relieved. "Senior, don't be surprised. - You see, since the establishment of the nine provinces and the opening of sect cultivation, the world's casual cultivators have gained resources, wisdom, and news channels. Above, all are greatly strengthened and greatly improved.”
"In this case, there are so many people in the world, but there are always people who can clearly see the current situation, and there are always people who will discuss it. Discussing will reveal the truth, and discussing what those great monks and high-level people are thinking."
"Even if you're right, it'll be fine." Li Tuo chuckled, wrinkles forming at the corners of his eyes.
Yang Sifang sighed and asked, "Cao Cao is still afraid that Yang Xiu will tell the truth. Those great monks are not afraid of what the people in the world will say? What are their opinions?"
Li Dai suddenly looked serious, "I'm not afraid of people's words, I'm just afraid of being blown by the wind; I'm not afraid of the crowd's attention, I'm just afraid of climbing high and calling."
Li Dai's words made Huang and Yang even more surprised.
Now, the two of them finally know what "there is a wise man in the wild" means.
"Well said. You are not afraid of being right, you are not afraid of speaking loudly, and you are not afraid of what you say will spread far; you are not afraid of how you will see it, you are afraid that many people will see it and have the same opinion! Good! Well said!" Huang Wupei praised it heartily. Pay special attention to brothers Li Tuo.
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Seeing Li Dai's proud face, Li Tuo pointed it out directly, "This is not something we can say."
Huang Wupei became more interested, "Oh? I don't know, who said that?"
Li Tuo smiled mysteriously, "I'm sorry that I can't tell you this."
Huang Wupei sighed softly, "It is only then that the thatched cottage can receive three visits, and the humble house of Deling can be filled with fragrance. - It is indeed so."
If you can know the identity of the person who said this, as long as you can meet him, it will be thirteen visits, that's fine. "
"Hey, Uncle Li, do you know the monk with the sword in front of you?" Yang Sifang didn't mention the gender or the appearance. She knew that Uncle Li would definitely be able to see Senior Brother Qing.
As for which Uncle Li it is.
Not bad. Either one will do.
Li Tuo looked forward.
Sure enough, I saw a monk with a sword.
"He... Qingjiu of the Xiao family is also a genius." Li Tuo Bingxia Zangbo.
In the plain voice, there was a slight bitterness only found in the cold wind.
"Green wine? He likes to drink green plum wine?" Big doubts popped up in Yang Sifang's little head.
"Oh, Miss Yang, it's six, seven, eight, nine." Li Dai shouted.
"There is no such thing as nine, six, seven or eight!" Yang Sifang corrected.
Li Dai generously admitted, "Hey! I'm impatient."
"What kind of person is this Qingjiu? He looks fair and clean, but he always gives me a feeling that he is going to... rot. Like... a frozen pear?" Yang Sifang tilted his chin, as if Wu Qi was thinking deeply in front of the formation.
Li Dai waved his hands, "That's not like him. The frozen pear should be sweet and juicy, and it's not rotten."
"It just so happens that we have a chat about Qingjiu before we get to the Chamber of Commerce." Li Tuo's words had another profound meaning.
………
Along the way, you can see three or five monks gathering in groups everywhere, talking endlessly.
It is said that when the sky is high and the wind is cold, it becomes hotter when people talk more.
In gatherings and conversations, some are absurd and true, and some are careful and false. Hu Chui Chui shines brightly, Hai Bo boasts and shows his intelligence, all of which make a conversation. 「
God sees himself and the people see him, God listens to himself and the people listen. From "Shang Shu·Tai Shi Zhong"
