Seeing the ugly expressions on the faces of Chu Zhongan and the others, the old man tried to persuade him: "You two don't have to be sorry. This Gu Daoxuan is just an ordinary old man, there is nothing unusual about him."
"You are still young, especially this little brother. Your life has just begun. Work hard and move forward. You will definitely catch up with or even surpass Gu Daoxuan in the future!" The old man patted Liu Ziling on the shoulder and said confidently.
Chu Zhongan's eyes moved slightly. Just when the old man patted Liu Ziling's shoulder, he felt a strange power, but he remained calm and had no words.
Liu Ziling didn't notice anything unusual. He said with some embarrassment: "In the Dao Transformation Realm, please don't bury me, I will burn high incense if I can step into the Grandmaster Realm in this life..."
"Don't underestimate yourself! Everything is possible!" After leaving these two words, the old man turned and left.
After the old man left, the two came to a secluded alley.
Liu Ziling chuckled and said: "This old man is really interesting. He actually said that I can step into the realm of Taoism. There has never been a cultivator in the ancestors of the Liu family. How can I have that kind of talent..."
Chu Zhongan said solemnly: "Huzi, others may be talking nonsense, but what this old gentleman said is probably true!"
Liu Ziling looked surprised and said, "Brother Xifeng, do you know him?"
"If I guessed correctly, this person should be Gu Daoxuan!" Chu Zhongan said seriously.
"Ah? How is it possible? Everyone in Xinle City should know Mr. Gu's appearance. How come this old man appears here so arrogantly that no one recognizes him? Did he use some invisibility method?" Liu Ziling was filled with excitement. It's doubt.
"I just observed the gazes of passers-by. They can see the old gentleman, so he is not invisible. As for why no one recognized Mr. Gu, I must have used some kind of deception. The saint's methods are unpredictable!"
"If this old gentleman is really Gu Daoxuan, then why did he just show up to talk to you and me? Does this saint want to do harm to you and me?" Liu Ziling's face looked ugly.
Chu Zhongan shook his head and said: "Now it seems that Mr. Gu has no ill intentions towards you and me. Otherwise, with the saint's method, we can only be slaughtered by others, and the person he wants to contact should be you. For me, he Didn’t pay much attention to it.”
Liu Ziling frowned and said, "Me? I'm just a young man. Why would a saint be interested in me?"
Chu Zhongan smiled and said: "Perhaps it is as he said. This saint saw that you have the qualifications to become a Taoist, so he deliberately made friends with you in advance."
"Brother, please stop teasing me. I don't have such incredible qualifications."
Chu Zhongan suddenly stopped laughing and said seriously: "Huzi, this is not a joke. Before the Grandmaster, I relied on talent, and after the Grandmaster, I relied on comprehension. Your understanding will not be bad, and it is not impossible to achieve the realm of Taoism."
silence……
After a moment, Liu Ziling smiled awkwardly and said: "I now suspect that the old man is not Gu Daoxuan, but the shill that you found, Brother Xifeng. If you praise me any more, I will almost get carried away..."
Chu Zhongan put his hand on Liu Ziling's shoulder and said with a straight face: "Huzi, this is not a joke, and I didn't find that old gentleman. You have to have confidence in yourself. Although you don't say it, I know it. What happened in the Red Rock Valley has a great impact on you, but the past has passed, and you must look forward. You are you, not someone else’s accessory, I am just your brother, you don’t have to accommodate me in everything.”
Silence again...
"I know..." Liu Ziling lowered his head and said.
Just when Chu Zhongan was about to persuade him a few more words, he saw Liu Ziling suddenly raised his head, showed a naughty smile and said, "In that case, I want to listen to a book, let's go find a teahouse!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Ziling ran happily out of the alley. At this time, he really looked like a child. Although he talked and laughed on weekdays, he always gave people the feeling of being worried and seemed a little depressed.
Looking at Liu Ziling's back, Chu Zhongan smiled knowingly, but suddenly he thought of something, and there was a trace of worry on his face. He whispered to himself: "The palm Gu Daoxuan slapped Hu Zi contains Tao power. Is this saint an enemy or a friend? What on earth does he want to do to Hu Zi..."
"Brother, come on!" Seeing that Chu Zhongan didn't catch up, Liu Ziling turned around and shouted with a smile.
Chu Zhongan responded. He didn't have time to think anymore, and he quickly chased after him.
Liu Ziling seemed to be competing with Chu Zhongan. He kept moving through the crowd with great skill. Chu Zhongan was afraid of spoiling Hu Zi's interest, so he deliberately let him go and chased after him leisurely.
It is very common for two young people to chase and fight on the street. The two of them did not fully use their speed. Although they attracted the attention of some passers-by, some people cast either disgusted or curious looks. It didn't cause much of a commotion.
Chu Zhongan watched Liu Ziling disappear at the corner of the street. When he walked forward, he couldn't see any trace of Hu Zi. Chu Zhongan felt puzzled. He continued to walk forward and saw a teahouse.
Nowadays, the life of the people in Yingzhou is a little better, especially in Xinle City. Not to mention the rich, at least food and clothing are no longer a problem. They have enough to eat and drink, and have nothing to do. Teahouses, wine shops, and theaters have become people's pastimes. .
When Chu Zhongan walked into the teahouse, he found that the place was already full of people, and everyone was looking at a low table.
There was an old man sitting on the stage holding a folding fan. In front of him was a wooden table covered with blue cloth. On the table were a piece of wood and a handkerchief.
At this time, the old man was reading the book vividly, causing bursts of laughter or applause from the audience from time to time.
"Brother, this way!" Liu Ziling's voice came from not far away.
Chu Zhongan heard the sound and looked over. It turned out that Huzi had found a table, and he immediately walked over.
When Chu Zhongan sat down, Liu Ziling shouted in a familiar voice: "Servant, hurry up and bring the tea, fruit plate, and melon seeds. Don't delay my listening to the book!"
"Okay! Wait a moment, sir, he's here!" the waiter not far away shouted, and soon came over with a tray, on which were placed a teapot, a bowl, a plate of cut fruits and a plate of vegetables. Plate of plump melon seeds.
When everything was ready, Liu Ziling poured a bowl of tea for Chu Zhongan, grabbed a handful of melon seeds, and said with a smile on his face: "Brother, I didn't expect that there are so many people in Xinle City not only on the streets, but also in the teahouses." .”
"But I was lucky today. When I came in, a table of customers happened to be leaving. I was able to grab a seat with my quick hands, otherwise I would have had to stand and listen to the book!"
Chu Zhongan smiled and said: "You kid, you change your face so quickly. You just need to persuade me. Now I even suspect that you were just faking it in the past."
Liu Ziling chuckled and said: "As the saying goes, listen to others and eat enough. Brother Xifeng has persuaded me, how can I not listen?"
"At that time, my grandfather's biggest hobby besides reading was to take me to the teahouse to listen to books. Under the influence of my ears and eyes, I was naturally interested in listening to books, but I never came here again after that incident."
When Chu Zhongan heard what Liu Ziling said, he immediately observed Huzi's expression. When he saw that Huzi's expression was still calm, he felt relieved.
"Now that you're here, let's listen to the book. What is this storyteller talking about?"
Liu Ziling lowered his voice and said: "Now we are talking about the death of Bei Liao. Hey, wasn't Bei Liao destroyed by Jin'an? One country was destroyed in one year. Jin'an was really awesome back then!"
Chu Zhongan frowned slightly when he heard this. He was speechless, but Liu Ziling regained his voice and said, "This storyteller is right. I feel that he is not much worse than the storytellers in Kaiyuan City."
Chu Zhongan had rarely been to the teahouse except for assassinating a spy from another country who was hiding in the teahouse. This was the first time he listened to a book seriously, and he listened very seriously.
At this time, the storyteller was talking about how majestic the cavalry of the Northern Liao Dynasty was, and how brave Song Dazu, the general of the Liao Kingdom, was. The storyteller spoke vividly, with all kinds of baggage and jokes, and even Chu Zhongan was a little interested.
Chu Zhongan was thinking that it would be interesting if Zhao Penglai's story was told from the mouth of a storyteller.
Chu Zhongan, who was listening carefully, did not see that two young men walked into the teahouse at this time. They were both very handsome, typical young students. They were very well-dressed, wearing brocade outfits and various gold and jade accessories. It also looked valuable, and he looked like a young man from a famous family.
At this time, the teahouse was overcrowded, there were no seats left, and people were standing all around.
One of the two young masters is slightly older in white, and the other is slightly younger in black. It seems that the two young masters have the young master in white as their backbone.
The two of them walked straight to the best table in the restaurant. This table was closest to the storyteller and facing the storyteller. Those who could sit here were definitely not ordinary people.
Sitting on this table at this time is a tall and sturdy man. His strong muscles are almost bursting the robe on his body. At first glance, he is not a good guy.
The young man in white stands directly between the sturdy man and the storyteller, looking arrogant.
The big man immediately said angrily: "Where did you come from, kid? You are tired of living, aren't you?"
"This young master has taken a liking to this table!" The young man in white said straight to the point.
"Get out!" The big man roared, his voice was loud, and it immediately attracted the attention of most people. The storyteller smiled on the stage and said: "Several gentlemen came to listen to my story, all to give me face, and we meet each other. It’s fate, everyone values harmony!”
The young man in white turned around and glared at the storyteller, and he said coldly: "Shut up!"
The storyteller felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave and was speechless for a moment.
The young man in white took out a gold ingot from his arms and put it on the table and said: "Give up the table, this is yours!"
The big man was stunned when he saw the ingot. This ingot was at least twenty taels. His originally angry eyes became much calmer. You must know that twenty taels of gold is not a small amount at any time.
However, seeing the tough attitude of the young man in white, the strong man's anger that had just calmed down was ignited again. He said loudly: "Boy, I am Cheng Ming, the head of the Tongle Escort Agency in Xinle City. I am nicknamed Hu Niu by the masters of the world. You Are you humiliating me?"
"So what if I humiliate you? Add another piece, and I won't leave!" The young man in white was not afraid, and took out an identical ingot from his arms again and threw it on the table.
At this time, even if Cheng Ming likes money, he can't give in. If he takes the money and leaves, he won't have to hang around in Xinle City.
