Seeing that the nanmu was tied up with a rope and tied to the boat, Ye Xiaochuan said with a smile: "Your name is Yang Shijiu, right? It seems that Miss Yang is very thoughtful about this nanmu. I said,
This piece of nanmu is ten thousand taels, even if it's less than a copper, if you can't afford the price, get out of the way before I get angry, otherwise I won't be polite. By the way, I'll give you a free word. If I get angry, even I
I’m scared myself.”
Yang Jiujiu chuckled, but she was not angry. In her opinion, a man should be so heroic that even if he could not eat for five dou, he should still cook for five dou.
She smiled and said: "Little brother, to tell you the truth, my father recently needed a piece of nanmu to make a temple beam, but these ten thousand taels of silver are indeed a bit expensive. I, my little girl, can't make the decision. My home is in Hanyang.
City, how about my little brother come ashore with me to discuss the price with my father?"
Ye Xiaochuan was originally full of anger, but now seeing Yang Jiuyu's smiling face, he couldn't get angry anymore.
He said: "It's not non-negotiable. Just ask your father to come over. I'll wait for him here."
Yang Jiu said: "Dad is getting old, how about you get on the boat and we go back together?"
Ye Xiaochuan immediately shook his head like a rattle and said: "No, no, I can't get on the boat!"
Yang Shijiu wondered: "Why? The water in the Yangtze River is very deep. No matter how good your water quality is, you will inevitably be in danger."
Ye Xiaochuan shook his head again. Of course he couldn't go up. Now he was wearing a simple small package made of a prostitute's red bellyband, barely covering his body. There was a young lady, a maid, and a sissy young man on the boat in front of him. He was naked.
If they see you with your buttocks exposed, you really won't be able to survive.
Yang Jiu didn't think too much. He bent down and reached out to grab Ye Xiaochuan's hand. Ye Xiaochuan was shocked and said hurriedly: "What are you doing? Let go! Don't pull me!"
Yang Jiujiu has been practicing martial arts since he was a child and has great strength. Ye Xiaochuan was caught off guard and was pulled up from the water with her strong strength.
Suddenly, the little maid behind her screamed, turned her head and covered her eyes, shouting: "Miss! He... is a gangster! He's not wearing pants!"
Yang Jiu looked down and saw that Ye Xiaochuan had been pulled up by half of her body, lying on the deck with his big white butt exposed. He was really naked!
At this moment, Yang Shijiu blushed immediately, let go of his hand with a sound, and Ye Xiaochuan slipped into the water again like a loach.
Ye Xiaochuan had a dark face and was a little embarrassed, but if he showed embarrassment now, others would be even more embarrassed.
Being thick-skinned always has an advantage. He chuckled and said, "Miss, it's better for me to stay cooler in the water. In fact, sleeping in the water is also a kind of practice."
Yang Jiu's ears felt a little hot, but she quickly came back to her senses and said: "Practice? Sleeping in the water is cultivation? Are you a cultivator?"
Ye Xiaochuan pretended to be mature and said with a calm smile: "Don't say it, don't say it!"
Little stars began to appear in Yang Jiujiu's eyes. Practicing martial arts was just to strengthen her body. What she longed for most was immortality. She heard that there were many immortals in the world who could fly with swords and chase the wind and the sun. Unfortunately, she never had any immortality.
I heard that there are two sects of cultivating immortals nearby, one is Langya Immortal Sect and the other is Jishi'an. Unfortunately, two years ago, I recommended myself to become a disciple of Langya Immortal Sect. As a result, I didn't even pass the preliminary examination, saying that I had no destiny to be immortal.
As for Jishi'an, forget it. I can't become a bhikshuni who lives with the ancient Buddha Qingdeng. My dream is to travel the world with a sword. When I encounter injustice, I can solve it with a click of the sword. This is life.
The happiest thing.
Prince Zhao couldn't bear it anymore and was about to quote the classics to reprimand this boy for not wearing pants, but Yang Jiu looked him up and down and said, "Prince, do you have any extra clothes?"
After burning the incense, Ye Xiaochuan put on a set of Zhao Shizi's spare clothes, but the clothes were larger. The brocade clothes on the dark boy were like a monkey wearing human clothes. It was very...
funny.
Ye Xiaochuan drifted naked in the Yangtze River for five days and finally landed ashore. He was not polite. He saw food, fruits, and cakes on the low table in the cabin of the boat. He was already hungry, so he immediately grabbed them and ate them.
He said: "This great immortal has been drifting in the water for several days and is hungry. Don't worry, I won't eat your food in vain. I will return the money for the food to you when I sell the golden nanmu."
Yang Jiu said: "It doesn't matter, I don't know who your surname is? Who is your master?"
Ye Xiaochuan's mouth was filled with food, and he muttered: "My surname is Ye, and my first name is Xiaochuan. You can just call me Ye Daxian. As for the sect I belong to, it's not convenient to say."
Yang 19th Congress was disappointed.
Prince Zhao couldn't help but said: "Another pretender!"
Ye Xiaochuan glanced at him and said, "May I ask who this young master is?"
Prince Zhao raised his head and said, "I am Zhao Shiqu, whose courtesy name is Changming. My father is Zhao Gui, the king of Hanyang."
"puff……"
Ye Xiaochuan spit out all the food in his mouth. As a result, Yang Jiu, who was sitting in front of him, suffered a disaster and was sprayed with food residue all over his mouth.
Ye Xiaochuan ignored Yang Jiu's angrily wiping the food off his face. He looked at Zhao Shiqu and said, "It turns out he is the Crown Prince of Hanyang. Haha, what a fate. Do you have a cousin named Zhao Shilin?"
Prince Zhao was stunned and said in surprise: "You know my cousin Shilin? How is that possible!"
Ye Xiaochuan laughed and said: "When the seventh prince sees me, he will bend down and salute and call me boss."
Prince Zhao's face changed slightly, revealing a hint of doubt.
Ye Xiaochuan continued unhurriedly: "Not only the seventh prince, but also Yang Quanyong, the son of King Wang Pingyang, who has a different surname, and General Zhenxi, who holds a million armored troops, has a son named Chen Youdao. They are all my younger brothers. I didn't expect that I would be here today.
Now we meet a prince again, haha, no wonder the mortal court has to change once every thousand years, how can there be a kingdom for eternity without nobles like you?"
Ye Xiaochuan had finally seen through the nature of the dynasty change. The Yang Quanyong and Zhao Shilin he knew were both high-status nobles among mortals. However, these two guys were completely standard dudes, with no ambitions and nothing but idiots.
The Zhao Shiqu in front of me is not a dandy, he is probably just a sultry young man. He is stupid at reading. He opens his mouth and calls Confucius "Chengren" and Meng "Qiyi" and so on. He has no ability at all.
Prince Zhao's expression was very exciting, and he looked at Ye Xiaochuan with wide eyes. Of course he knew Zhao Shilin and Yang Quanyong. He heard that they had many connections. They were now meditating at Cangyunmen and cultivating immortals. I don't know how many noble young ladies were envious of them.
He stood up suddenly, but the cabin was too low and hit his head. He covered his head and said in shock: "Are you an immortal from the Cangyun Immortal Sect?"
