Zu An was startled, wondering who would dare to act wild in the Immortal Residence?
Even though it sounds like it's just a brothel, it can become so big without any reliance on it, even a kid wouldn't believe it.
Not only that, at this time everyone in the Immortal Residence followed the sound and wanted to see which immortal was causing trouble on such an important day.
I saw a burly man with one foot on the stool, the knife in his hand placed directly on the table, and he looked at the young men on the table with a provocative face.
What is particularly eye-catching is his striking red hair, which adds a certain strength to his whole person.
Zu An secretly despised it. His hair was as curled as instant noodles. From ancient times to the present, few people could manage instant noodle hair. This guy thought he was Xiao Li Feidao.
Also, this is the first time I’ve seen someone with red hair since arriving in this world. I wonder if there are people with green hair?
"Snapped!"
While Zu An was thinking wildly, one of the young men at the table couldn't help but stand up: "Bold, do you know who is sitting here?"
"Oh, I have to ask for advice." The big red-haired man pulled up the stool and sat down with interest on his face.
The young master looked at the ferocious men behind him and was a little frightened for a moment. However, thinking that this was Mingyue City, the residence of gods and immortals, he calmed down a little and hurriedly pointed to the richly dressed young master in charge.
He said: "This is Wang Yuanlong, the son of the Wang family. Have you never heard of the four major families of Chu, Yuan, Zheng and Wang Mingyue City?"
Zu An was stunned. He remembered that Chu Chuyan had mentioned that the Chu family and the Wang family had always been friendly and could be considered allies.
"Tch, I thought he was some big shot." The red-haired sweater picked out his ears with his little fingers, and then flicked a piece of earwax onto the other person's face. "You want to say he is the daughter of Duke Chu, or...
He is the son of City Lord Xie, and I am really afraid of him. Is the son of a mere merchant who sells grain worthy of shouting and drinking here?"
As soon as these words came out, Wang Yuanlong, who was still in the top position with a calm face, suddenly changed his expression. The other party was bullying him.
"Excuse me, how did you get in?" At this moment, a turtle man led a team of guards from Shenxianju and rushed over. Wang Yuanlong is a frequent visitor here. His family is rich and he likes to spend a lot of money on weekdays. Naturally, they from Shenxianju want to spend a lot of money.
How can you let him be wronged here after coaxing him?
"Of course I came in with an invitation." The red-haired man said as he took out a stack of invitations from his arms and threw them on the table.
"Please forgive my poor eyesight. It seems that our Shenxianju has never sent you an invitation. I wonder where this invitation came from?" Mr. Turtle took a look at it and knew that the invitation was genuine without having to open it to check.
You must know that this invitation is specially made by Shenxianju. Both the shape and material are extremely special and cannot be copied by outsiders.
"You didn't send them to me, but it's still very easy to get invitations. Just grab a few who have invitations." The red-haired man shrugged, as if he didn't think there was anything wrong with this behavior at all. He was calm.
replied.
As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar. Unexpectedly, someone openly performed this banditry.
However, a few smart people are secretly thinking that the invitations sent out by Shenxianju are all for famous people. To be able to grab so many at once, the strength of this red-haired man is very interesting.
The staff of Shenxianju all changed their expressions. Isn't this a blatant slap in their face? The turtle man said: "You are not welcome here, so I ask you to get out."
"What, are you afraid that the uncle has no money?" The red-haired man took out a package and threw it on the table. Hearing the familiar sound inside, it was easy to guess that the inside was filled with large silver ingots.
However, this move caused Wang Yuanlong to sneer: "You are indeed a country bumpkin. A respectable person comes here. Who would be so foolish as to bring so much cash? It's all in banknotes."
"Boy, you're looking for death!" The red-haired man was furious, as if he had been stabbed in some pain point, he grabbed a plate of dishes next to him and threw it at him.
Wang Yuanlong hurriedly dodges. As the son of the Wang family, although he is not a genius in cultivation, he has been lacking in various cultivation resources since he was a child. With money, he can build up a good level of strength.
However, the incident happened suddenly. Although he avoided being hit directly in the face, the vegetable juice spilled from the plate was still spread all over his body, making him look extremely embarrassed for a moment.
"How can this not make sense? How can it not make sense!"
Wang Yuanlong was so angry that he was shaking all over.
This is the God of Immortal Residence. The Turtle Man couldn't stand it any longer and hurriedly motioned for his men to come up. Unfortunately, the group of usually strong-looking nurses were beaten to pieces by his men before they even got close to the big red-haired man.
fall.
The red-haired man didn't even look back. He just grabbed a handful of melon seeds from the melon and fruit bowl next to him and smashed them while spitting out the melon seed peels everywhere: "This is between you and me, why bother other people?"
Ah, if you have the ability, you can come to me to settle the accounts yourself."
Wang Yuanlong's face was extremely ugly. Although he was angry, he was not stupid. Whether it was the force with which the opponent threw the plate or the strength displayed by his men, it all showed that the opponent was far stronger than himself.
Because each invitation can only bring one entourage in, and his usual subordinates are outside. If there is a fight, he will definitely suffer.
But if he gives in, how can he continue to hang out in Mingyue City in the future?
Where can I put the dignity of Mr. Wang?
What's more, today is still the Oiran Convention. If Qiu Honglei looks down on her, there will really be no place to cry.
At the moment of the dilemma, suddenly a joking voice came from the side: "Hey, this brother looks strange. He rarely appears in the city on weekdays."
Zu An was stunned, thinking that Chu Yucheng was having an intimate exchange with the bear girl. Why would he suddenly run out to show off? It was not in line with his temperament.
As if seeing his doubts, Chu Hongcai explained: "The Chu family runs the salt industry and needs the Wang family to transport grain to the border in exchange for salt. The third child has a lot of dealings with the Wang family on weekdays and has a good relationship with Wang Yuanlong."
As he spoke, he also stood up from his position and followed him, obviously fearing that Chu Yucheng would suffer from the crowd.
Zu An thought that the Chu couple really needed to review their relationship. The relationship between the principal wife, the second and third bedrooms seemed to be average, but the relationship between the second and third bedrooms was obviously much closer.
"Brother Yucheng!" Seeing Chu Yucheng appear, Wang Yuanlong almost burst into tears with excitement.
Before Chu Yucheng had time to respond, the red-haired man gave him a contemptuous look:
"Where did this fat pig come from? Is it your turn to intervene in our affairs?".
Chu Yucheng's breath suffocated. He was usually very proud of his body shape and felt that this should be the most perfect body.
As a result, he was directly called a fat pig by the other party, how could he endure it?
"Fuck me!" Chu Yucheng cursed angrily and slapped the red-haired man in the face.
The red-haired man's men hurriedly surrounded him, and many people in the crowd screamed. You must know that the tough guards of Shenxianju were beaten into pig heads by this group of people in the blink of an eye. I'm afraid this little fat man
It's going to be a big loss.
Zu An came to Chu Hongcai and couldn't help but said: "Aren't you going to help?"
"No need." Chu Hongcai held the sword with both hands and said coolly.
Just as he was asking and answering questions, Chu Yucheng was seen charging like a thick-headed wild boar, quickly knocking the group of men to pieces.
The big red-haired man said: "It's interesting."
He just kicked it casually, and the stool he was standing on slipped right to the place where Chu Yucheng fell next, so that he tripped and fell directly to the ground.
The red-haired man smiled disdainfully: "It doesn't matter if you have brute strength, a fat pig is just a fat pig."
Chu Yucheng's eyes were red, and he screamed and rushed towards him.
The red-haired man didn't dare to sit still this time, so he clapped his hands and flew up into the air, then swung the scabbard in his hand and struck him directly in the face.
"Be careful!" Chu Hong couldn't sit still now. He had already seen clearly that the opponent's cultivation level was much higher than that of Chu Yucheng and himself. The third child would probably suffer a big loss against him.
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So he quickly drew out his long sword and stabbed him.
Zu An was left alone, wondering whether he should help or not.
Help, it seems that the Chu couple are a little wary of the second and third bedrooms, maybe they want to borrow a knife to kill someone; but don't help, the two of them just entertained him so warmly, it seems a little unloyal.
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I discovered a magical thing. I just tried the computer again without giving up, because Mount Emei is a famous Buddhist mountain and the monastery of Samantabhadra. I still live in a temple. When I turned on the computer and prayed for the blessings of the Buddha and Bodhisattva, I actually heard the sound of turning on the computer.
That unique sound, I couldn't believe my eyes at the time, it was so magical.
In addition to thanking Bodhisattva, I also wanted to research what was going on. I recalled that the plastic bag of bread bulged up on the Golden Dome, and everything returned to normal after I came down. Then I checked the electrical characteristics and usage environment of the MacBook, and found the instruction manual.
There is one in which the maximum test altitude for normal use is 3000 meters, the operating temperature is above 10°, and the Golden Summit is just over 3000. It is probably because of the altitude that the electric potential between the components in the computer changes greatly.
In order to protect the circuit from being burned out, it cannot be turned on automatically.
But after checking on the Internet, it seems that some people have no problem using it in higher Tibet. I can only lament that it really depends on luck.
I saw someone said yesterday that I was making up excuses. In fact, those who have been following my books for so many years should know that if I really want to stop reading, why would I make excuses...
This chapter has been completed!