I'm so cheap, you don't want to hit me, do you?

Wang Xuan was wandering on the street.

The town is not big, but there are many people coming and going, after all, it is close to the king city.

Wang Xuan found that there were many people with long breaths, and they should all be warriors.

According to the account of the man at the time, apart from this small town, many other towns have also gathered many strong people.

It's just that I don't know what kind of chaos these people will cause when they rush into the royal city.

When Wang Xuan was standing there in a daze, on the small bridge, an old man with a beard growing to his chest leaned on a walking stick, moving bit by bit.

When Wang Xuan saw the old man for a moment, there was a trace of trance in Wang Xuan's eyes.

He felt that the old man seemed to be looking at him, but the other party was clearly walking with his head down.

When Wang Xuan looked up again, he found that the old man with white beard had just disappeared.

Wang Xuan hurriedly walked to the small bridge, this was the first time he encountered such a ghost-like thing in broad daylight.

But when he came to the small bridge, he saw the old man sitting on the pier, looking at him with a smile.

"Young man, the old man's shoe fell under the bridge, can you help the old man pick it up?"

Chapter 341

The old man leaned on a cane and sat on the bridge pier. His eyebrows were so long that they almost reached the corner of his mouth.

Small squinting eyes, almost impossible to see.

With a long beard and white hair all over his head, Wang Xuan felt that this old head could be used as a mop.

When the old man was talking to Wang Xuan, the strange feeling from before rose again in Wang Xuan's heart.

Like an abyss like an ocean, this old man actually gave Wang Xuan a sense of unfathomable.

It is certain that this old man is definitely a warrior, and his strength is not bad.

"Young man, the old man's shoes fell under the bridge, can you help the old man pick them up?"

The old man coughed twice as he spoke.

It looked like he was dying.

Wang Xuan looked the old man up and down, but didn't rush to answer.

There are piers on both sides of the bridge, and railings half a person's height, and the bottom is sealed with stone slabs, that is to say, if you want to drop your shoes, unless the old man stretches his feet outside or throws them out directly.

Wang Xuan looked at the old man suspiciously, thinking: "This old man is sick, you throw your shoes under the bridge and let me pick them up, you don't want to touch porcelain?"

The old man waited for a long time, seeing that Wang Xuan didn't respond, he coughed and said, "I'm getting old, and my legs and feet are inconvenient, and my shoes fall off, as long as you help me pick them up, my friend..."

Before the old man finished speaking, Wang Xuan said more reservedly and tactfully: "No time."

Then just turned around and left.

"Anger +199."

Looking at Wang Xuan walking away, the old man was messed up in the wind by himself.

"Senior, won't he help you pick up your shoes?"

A figure of Yushu Linfeng appeared.

With a refined atmosphere, it feels very intelligent.

"The old man discussed with Tianjizi, Tianjizi said that this person is likely to be the biggest variable in the world, and he is young, and his cultivation level is so terrifying, it will happen once in a thousand years."

"So senior moved to cherish his talent and wanted to accept him as a disciple?"

The old man looked at Wang Xuan's leaving figure.

The north wind blows up the dead grass.

He said lightly: "It doesn't matter whether you accept disciples or not, it's just that some things must be passed on."

"But he didn't pass the test of the seniors."

"This old man has used this method to test too many people. Some people pass it, some people fail it, but he just said that there is no time. He is the first..."

At this time, Wang Xuan, who was already on his way back to the inn, suddenly received a wave of anger.

"Anger +99."

After much deliberation, he wondered who provided him with this anger value.

"It doesn't matter, it's a good thing to have anger points. Anyway, I have offended so many people, and it's normal for someone to think of me occasionally."

When Wang Xuan returned to the inn, he saw Shao Yu walking into Zi Shen's room.

A table was placed in the middle of the room with a jug of wine on it, and Shaoyu, who was about to close the door when he entered the room, saw Wang Xuan walking up the stairs, his expression froze for a moment.

"that……"

Shaoyu thought that since he met him, he should at least give way.

"Ok."

Wang Xuan already nodded, and then walked in directly.

I haven't let you yet...

Shao Yu's tooth ached.

With such a moment of regret, should I just close the door just now?

Regarding Wang Xuan, the two felt a little complicated.

At that time they went back to the house, carefully recalled the whole incident, they were able to fight with Bainiao's people, Wang Xuan must have contributed a lot.

In the end, I came to the conclusion that this guy is a shit-stirring stick.

Regarding this evaluation, if Wang Xuan knew about it, he would definitely be happy about it.

After all, I am just a stick, not shit.

"Just now I saw the square-faced man Bai Niao came back with a bruised nose and a swollen face. Did something happen?" Shao Yu said.

"This place is so close to the royal city, with so many warriors gathered, will it disturb the soldiers and horses of the royal city?"

Zishen has been paying attention to Bainiao's actions.

Shaoyu nodded.

"It's also possible that they met masters from other families. Hundreds of schools sent people here. Although the man is a ninth-rank warrior, there are not a few who are stronger than him. As far as I know, the farmer's Fancun is stronger than He wants to be strong."

Shaoyu poured wine into Wang Xuan's cup, although he felt that Wang Xuan was a bit unscrupulous, but he was a bold person and didn't care about a little drink.

It's just that with Wang Xuan around, the two of them had many topics they couldn't talk about.

The remnants of Chu State and Confucianism are seeking cooperation, and the meeting of their two juniors here actually represents a contact between the two major forces.

If high-level Confucianists and high-level Chu forces meet, it will inevitably attract the attention of all forces.

As for the two juniors, Zishen is also a ranger, so there is no need to worry about this.

It's just that the appearance of Emperor Xuan made it impossible for them to have an in-depth conversation, and it could only become an ordinary drinking game.

"Actually, that square-faced man was taken care of by me."

Wang Xuan chuckled.

There is nothing to hide.

Shaoyu was taken aback when he heard this, then smiled and shook his head.

Zishen didn't say a word, that square-faced man is a ninth-rank martial artist, and his strength is strong. If he joins forces with Shaoyu, it might be a tie.

Wang Xuan actually said that he had dealt with him, no wonder they didn't believe it.

Wang Xuan didn't argue either.

Seeing the two people toasting frequently, and seeing the happy scene in the room, they couldn't help but frowned.

It can't go on like this!

If the old iron is not angry, there is no way to earn anger points.

Life shouldn't be full of ups and downs to be enjoyable.

Just when Wang Xuan was thinking about how to find something to do.

There were footsteps on the stairs outside.

The only remaining upper-class room was reserved by a young rich man with several attendants.

After he entered the house, there were always two attendants standing guard at the door, and he went all over the world to tell people that I was an unusual person, that I was a big shot.

Wang Xuan felt a little bit of anticipation in his heart, there was a new neighbor and a potential client.

And at this moment, a pigeon suddenly flew by the window of Zishen's room.

Zishen reached out to catch the pigeon, tied a small bamboo tube to the pigeon's leg, took off the bamboo tube, and let the pigeon fly.

After seeing the secret letter carried in the bamboo tube, he put it in his arms calmly.

Zishen came to see Shaoyu on behalf of Confucianism, and this carrier pigeon was the tool used by Zhang Liang, the third master, to convey information to him.

The above content is very simple, let him pay attention to a young man named Wang Xuan, the son of Tong Wuhou Wang Ben.

But what surprised Zi Shen the most was the last sentence: "15 years old, eleventh rank in martial arts."

You must know that Zishen is considered a genius disciple among the younger generation of Confucianism, and now, the strength of the eighth rank has already made him show his edge among the younger generation.

And Wang Xuan was three years younger than him, already at the eleventh rank, the gap was obvious.

It seems that what Wang Xuan said about cleaning up that square-faced man was true.

Compared with the ninth rank and the eleventh rank, it is normal to be beaten.

Zi Shen, who didn't like Wang Xuan very much at first, felt like a stormy sea in his heart at this moment, extremely shocked.

This can no longer be described as a genius, it is simply a monster.

Although Confucianism is now superficially attached to Great Qin, it has secretly flirted with various forces. Powers like this never put their eggs in one basket.

Zishen was thinking about what attitude he should adopt when facing the second son of Marquis Tongwu.