The ones who came out halfway were either tough guys or bad guys. Qiao Zixiao was half drunk now, but he didn't know that the one who came up to stir up trouble was a young boy.

Even though he was subdued with just a few strokes of one arm, he suddenly let out a scornful laugh, "Ten more years, I will be able to become the master of a city in ten years, and what about you? So what if you kill me?"

The provocative meaning in his words became even stronger. Qiao Zixiao looked back and thought, how could he look like a child in exile?

The scholar took advantage of Zixiao's distraction and flapped his folding fan to block his hand, then straightened up his clothes and returned to his seat.

"Kung Fu is good skill, but it's a pity that you are so violent that you have wasted your good martial arts skills! If I am not wrong, the blood stasis in your body that persists for a long time is probably caused by depression or depression because you have no way to report it?

"

Who knew that this thin-skinned scholar could read people's faces, and he hit the root of Qiao Zixiao's depression with just one word.

In order to cover up the knot in his heart, Qiao Zixiao grabbed a handful of peanuts and stuffed them into his mouth, then took a sip of wine and said, "Young man, you can see clearly, you are very energetic!"

"Humph, stop pretending!"

When the scholar was talking, he was only sipping the tea in his hand, and he looked very calm.

Zixiao was particularly puzzled and swallowed the food in his mouth, but then he found that his meridians seemed to be blocked, and then he lost consciousness in his lower body.

When the scholar saw this, he slowly turned around and leaned against the corner of the table. He pointed at Zixiao's broken arm and shook his head. "It's a fact that I lost my arm. If my heart is dying, it's really hopeless. I'll be a monk for a day."

Once Zhong's heart becomes a chronic disease, no matter how heroic he is, he will never achieve great things!"

This lesson hit home. Qiao Zixiao now had a very different understanding of the young man in front of him. He nodded thoughtfully and calmed down, so as not to attract the attention of others in the teahouse.

After Zi Xiao sat down at the opposite table, the scholar replaced the wine on the table with tea, then took out two new cups and hung up the pot on the table.

He could clearly see that the scholar's wrist strength was not as strong as when he first arrived.

Suddenly he burst into laughter, which attracted an incomprehensible look from the scholar.

He knew very well the scholar's condition at this time. It was due to the Xuan Qi in Taixu San's hand.

"Why are you laughing?"

"I laughed at you for not knowing how to live or die. If I had been more angry just now, your arm would have matched mine!"

Qiao Zixiao said this half-jokingly, but he didn't understand in his heart that the disparity was clearly not on the same level. What instigated him to fight with him?

In this way, while the scholar was smiling and sipping tea, Qiao Zixiao turned his eyes and asked quietly: "The worst scholar I have is at least a ninth-grade county magistrate. How did you get along? You still have the leisure and elegance to come here.

play?"

When the scholar heard this, he rested for a moment, then suddenly frowned and took two sips of tea and said: "Excessive taxation, selling off official positions, even if you study hard for ten or twenty years, what will happen? If you want to do well, you have to step on human lives.

, Isn’t it possible that if you don’t get along well enough, you’re also a bastard who is despised by others?”

Qiao Zixiao seemed to be able to hear the scholar's grievances, and his pain was as sad as his own. After thinking for a while, Zixiao picked up the tea poured by the scholar and drank it in one sip with a knowing smile.

Seeing this, the scholar clapped his hands and shouted loudly, but his understatement made Zixiao suddenly feel unhappy.

The scholar finished drinking and said in a low voice: "Oh, at the same time, it will be difficult for me to stand up!"

"What did you say?"

"Oh...no, no, you heard it wrong!", those words must be reassuring words, the scholar deliberately said it to let Zi Xiao hear, but when Zi Xiao asked, he pretended to be confused.

"Why is it so difficult to turn over? You are not a good scholar!"

"Haha, brother, I'm afraid I heard it wrong..."

Qiao Zixiao's face changed when he heard those words. He knew that he still had no real purpose in living until now, but he didn't dare to think about it in the future. But what the scholar said now made Qiao Zixiao feel conflicted in his heart.

the result.

When the scholar saw that Zixiao was interested in this topic, he used some excuses to keep it secret. At the same time, Qiao Zixiao's heart became increasingly restless, as if what the scholar said unconsciously had already become a certainty.

He looked anxiously at the inner hall of the teahouse. The sound of the sea blowing and the grand and exaggerated decoration kept expressing their empty hearts.

Turning around, he looked outside the back door of the inner hall. The door creaked loudly in the breeze, but it was all burning.

There are three kinds of unfilial piety, the greatest of which is not having offspring.

Even if the owner of a teahouse lives under the claws of the troubled times, they can still get married.

Thinking of this, the old wounds that he had endured for a long time and finally eased suddenly came back to his heart.

He drank a sip of hot tea as fine wine in a sad and angry mood, and then he felt the pain.

Seeing this, the scholar lamented and shook his head: "What is home? Nowhere is home!"

Why call home?

This sentence that appeared in his mind many times made Qiao Zixiao feel nervous at this moment. He glanced at his pockets and inexplicably suddenly thought of the same thing. He murmured to himself: "Why do we call home? Lingdinghui?"

Perhaps the scholar was waiting for him to remember this organization. When Qiao Zixiao just read out the Lingding Society, the scholar's eyes shone brightly.

After chanting for a while, Qiao Zixiao suddenly felt a sense of sadness and said with a wry smile: "What is a home? Only those who have a home have a home!"

"Then you're only half right!"

Qiao Zixiao didn't expect that this heartfelt sigh would touch the scholar so much.

From the moment he came to the table to now, only at this moment has the scholar spoken with such firmness.

Maybe Qiao Zixiao was pretending to be crazy for a long time, or maybe the scholar wanted to see him. In short, after a long time, he had the right aim.

Suddenly, Qiao Zixiao's face darkened and his appearance changed. The scholar was shocked by his exquisite disguise. At the same time, he lamented in his heart that he was pretending to be profound and ignored the unpredictability of people's hearts.

"What is the remaining half? Could it be your purpose?"

All the previous competitions have become difficult to get off, and the scholar is a little vague. The words in his stomach have been brewing in his mouth for a long time before he said with a slightly trembling voice: "Oh, I am also just wandering around. If I don't take it to my heart, I just don't take it to my heart.

that is."

"It's rare that you are still young and yet so sophisticated, so you might as well show your cards now. Are you from Longxihe or from the county government?"

"I…"

The scholar was immediately forced to say nothing. These two forces will eventually become one that cannot be chosen but cannot be chosen.

However, the scholar seemed unwilling to make a decision. He bit his mouth and thought for a while, then held his fan tightly and stared at Qiao Zixiao with angry eyes and whispered: "You liar! You took away everything I have!"
Chapter completed!