The waiter looked sad and cried: "Mr. Lu, I didn't mean it. You must not blame me."
The master and the servant sang in harmony.
The charge of humiliating Lu Chen was all placed on the waiter.
Tang Feng stayed outside, with the breeze on his sleeves.
But it was obvious that he was the initiator, and he watched Lu Chen suffer humiliation with cold eyes.
Lu Chen closed his eyes, his tall figure shivering in the cold wind, but he laughed loudly.
"Yes, if you don't go to the dark places of the world, how can you understand the true meaning of supporting justice?"
He finally understood what the young man said.
Lu Chen limped out, and when he passed by Tang Feng, he paused, looked directly at Tang Feng with his red eyes, and said calmly: "Tang Feng, today you kneel down as the master, I am just being kicked out of the clan.
His useless body was so desolate that he kissed the feet of a slave.
But thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west of the river, flowers are not red for a hundred days. You are a master today, but you may not have a distinguished status in the future. I am driven out of the clan today, but I can stand on top of ten thousand people in the future.
.”
Lu Chen clasped his fists with both hands, quite imposing, nodded slightly, and said in a loud and clear voice: "Grandmaster Tang Feng, today, this junior has come to apologize and take leave.
Let’s meet again someday!”
Since he knew that Tang Feng was ruthless, no matter how humble he begged, there would be no results. It would be better to pick up the lost dignity and walk out of the Tang Sect in an upright manner.
There were Tang Sect disciples coming and going in a hurry around, and they looked at Lu Chen in surprise.
Lu Chen walked out of Tangmen with blank eyes. The world is huge and the universe is infinite, but there is no place for him.
"Going to the Demon Abyss?"
Find that young man who is full of energy and confident.
Lu Chen shook his head.
"How can I go to see Lord Daredevil when I'm so miserable?"
Lu Chen's throat was filled with bitterness, and his eyebrows were furrowed tightly.
He thought of a place.
"black market."
"If it can be sold at the normal market price, even if it is twice as high, it can solve the urgent need of the next generation."
Lu Chen ignored the cracked wounds on his body and the pain radiating from his limbs. He only thought about going to the black market.
Fortunately, he had some savings, so he just had to insist on renting a flying monster in a public area and get a black market pass.
He must not give up! The black market is the last chance! Lu Chen endured the severe pain and walked out. Suddenly, a steady and powerful voice sounded next to him: "It's freezing cold, aren't you cold?"
Lu Chen was stunned and turned to look.
A young man holding a broom looked at him in the cold snow.
The young man didn't have any energy in his body. Lu Chen was surprised: "Your true energy and Dantian are damaged?"
He has been in Tangmen for so long, and the young man is the first person who cares about him.
"Wait for me."
After the young man finished speaking, he put the broom beside the tree, turned around and left quickly. After a long time, he came back holding a black robe.
"It's too cold. You should wear it. This dress was left to me by my father."
"This is too precious, I can't have it."
"You will freeze to death. If you die, you won't be able to help the Nianxia clan tide over the difficulties."
The young man's eyes were particularly clear.
Lu Chen's nose felt sore and he took the black robe and put it on.
It is not only the body that is warmed, but also the chilled heart.
"Thank you."
Lu Chen wrapped himself in a heavy robe and walked out. After a long time, he looked back at the young man sweeping the floor in front of the Tang Gate and asked, "What's your name?"
"I, Tang Xiaoyao."
"Xiaoyao..." A happy and dignified person is actually trapped in a corner.
The hand that should have held a sword was instead holding a broom.
Lu Chen's eyes turned red, thinking of his father who had suffered for him.
"Tang Xiaoyao, I remember you."
"My name is Lu Chen. From now on, we will be friends."
Lu Chen wrapped himself in this black robe and left.
He had to hurry up and go to the black market, and he didn't even have time to treat his wounds.
Tang Xiaoyao was wearing shabby, patched clothes. His thin figure stood in the wind and snow, looking calmly at Lu Chen's back.
"Tang Xiaoyao, why hasn't the snow here been swept away yet?
Are you lazy again?"
"Coming."
Tang Xiaoyao heard the sound and left.
……black market.
The three young and enchanting young masters are eye-catching.
The one in red is really a bright color in winter.
The young master on the left is carrying a broadsword on his back. He seems to be practicing Han Clan techniques, and there is actually a faint frosty mist floating around his body.
The young master on the other side was wearing a white robe. He was handsome and had the aura of an aristocrat. With a click, the young man in red opened the fan, and four big characters like dragons and phoenixes were displayed in everyone's sight.
Destroy the flower with a ruthless hand.
Hiss... everyone took a breath, this young man was too shameless.
The surrounding women covered their faces and smiled coyly, but they looked at the boy in red from time to time.
It would be a beautiful thing in life to be able to be destroyed by the ruthless hands of this young man.
Qingge was like a madman, rushing forward, but was stopped by two masked guards wearing bull heads and horse faces: "Your Excellency, please show your pass."
Pass.
What is it?
Qingge blinked and looked at Bai Liuyun doubtfully.
Bai Liuyun pulled his lips: "Father, don't you have a pass?"
"Did you say you needed a pass?"
Qing Ge glared at Bai Liuyun.
Bai Liuyun: "..." Oh, he was wrong.
Qingge pursed her lips and thought for a moment.
Now, where can she get a pass?
Qing Ge pointed at Bai Liuyun and looked at the black market guard: "Brother, can I keep this unfilial son as a pass?"
Guard: "..." Bai Liuyun twitched the corner of his mouth and looked at Qing Ge sadly.
"Sir, the black market has never had such rules."
The black market guards returned coldly and iron-bloodedly.
Qingge raised her eyebrows and asked, "Yun'er, how do I get a pass?"
Immortal Stone: For both upper and middle tribes, the black market will issue passes.
I see.
Qingge suddenly realized.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier that you needed a pass?"
Qing Ge asked.
The girl from the Immortal Stone replied: "Young Master didn't even ask the slave family."
Qingge immediately developed a feeling of pity and pity for the jade, and no longer pursued the Immortal Stone's 'dereliction of duty'.
When Qingge was at a loss what to do, two figures appeared in front of her in the black market.
One old and one young.
Qingge has seen this old man before.
He is the prime minister of the Qinglian clan, He Liangshan.
As for the pretty little girl on the side, her features are somewhat similar to He Liangshan's. She is probably He Liangshan's favorite daughter and the youngest granddaughter.
"Sir, please show me your pass."
The black market guard said coldly.
He Liangshan took out two passes and handed them to the black market guards.
The passes are one-time and will be destroyed after use. At a fixed time, the black market will continue to sell specific passes.
Just as He Liangshan was about to walk in, he heard a cheerful voice: "Grandpa He."
Before He Liangshan could reply, a young man came over in a familiar manner.
"Grandpa He, long time no see. Wuhen misses you so much."
Qingge said with a smile.
He Liangshan looked confused. Are he so familiar with this kid?