"I forgot that you specialize in physical training, so your understanding of rules will be a little worse!" Wu Xuanzi suddenly said:
"What's even more pity is that your eyes are disabled and you can't see the real opportunity. If you see the memorial arch written by that gentleman, you will understand what is called the supreme existence!!"
The old beggar was shocked.
He did not think that Wu Xuanzi would deceive him. If what Wu Xuanzi said was true, how terrifying was the cultivation level of the gentleman Wu Xuanzi said.
"May I ask my friend, who is that gentleman? Is he in the academy?" the old beggar said modestly, cupping his hands.
"He's not in the academy!"
Wu Xuanzi shook his head, "He used to be called the village chief, but now it's time to call him the mayor!"
"You mean that the mayor is the senior expert you mentioned!"
The old beggar was completely shocked.
You must know that in the past, Mayor Bu had always been a deceitful person in his opinion.
Although many of the names were given by ignorant town residents, Mayor Bu instead of making excuses accepted them with peace of mind, which made him look down upon.
But now someone told him that the mayor was an unrivaled master, and he suddenly couldn't accept it.
"How is that possible? Isn't he at the ninth level of Qi training?"
The old beggar murmured in his mouth, with confusion in his eyes.
"Nine levels of Qi training? I remember when I first met that gentleman, he was just a mortal without any cultivation!"
Wu Xuanzi shook his head. If that gentleman hadn't been extremely accomplished in Confucianism and Taoism, he might have thought he was just a mortal village chief.
"I wonder if my friend can help me introduce that gentleman!" the old beggar said with cupped hands.
Wu Xuanzi thought for a moment and nodded.
In fact, he had met the old beggar several times, but they got along well.
Moreover, he had already told the old beggar about the gentleman. Even if he did not recommend him, the old beggar would still go to see the gentleman.
"Xiao Xianghua, you should go back first, the blind grandpa has to go to the mayor's house!"
The old beggar touched Song Xiangxiang next to her. Song Xiangxiang looked confused, but when she heard that the old beggar was going to the mayor's house, she suddenly became happy.
"Grandpa Blind, I want to go with you too!" Song Xianghua said happily.
"No, the blind grandpa has serious matters to discuss with the mayor. Go back and talk to your father!" the old beggar said with a kind smile.
"Okay, then I'm going back!"
With that said, Song Xianghua waved her hands and ran home.
"Whose family does this child belong to?" Wu Xuanzi asked curiously.
"Do you know her father Song Leizi?" the old beggar raised his eyes and asked.
"More than just acquaintance, her father wanted to introduce me to some old widows!" Wu Xuanzi couldn't help but sigh.
Old beggar: "..."
Didn’t you expect that Song Leizi had accomplished such a feat?
…
Zhou Mingzhu drank two jars of wine at Bu Fan's house, her cheeks turned red, and she kept giving in to Bu Fan to pour the wine.
Bu Fan was a little helpless. Although the alcohol content of Bufan Liquor was not high, drinking too much would still be intoxicating. What's more, Zhou Mingzhu still drank two jars of wine by herself.
After Zhou Mingzhu got drunk, Bu Fan asked Lu Ren to take Zhou Mingzhu home, while he was checking friends' messages in the yard. The two little guys got tired from playing at home and went to the house to fall asleep.
However, there is one piece of news that makes Bufan a little confused.
[Your friend Wu Xuanzi accidentally entered the mysterious town]
Where is this mysterious town?
Could it be a place in the world of immortality that has a chance?
Bu Fan was a little curious.
But suddenly a voice came from outside.
"Sir, are you at home?"
The owner of this voice was none other than Wu Xuanzi. When he saw Wu Xuanzi and the old beggar coming in, Bu Fan looked a little strange.
Mysterious town?
Could it be Naomo Town?
But why is there a little boy following Wu Xuanzi?
"Meet sir!"
Wu Xuanzi bowed to Bu Fan as a disciple.
Although he only stayed in the village for a few years, he benefited a lot during that time. Not only did his music, chess, calligraphy and painting greatly improve, but his state of mind also experienced some changes.
"You're welcome, you're welcome!" Bu Fan quickly returned the courtesy.
"Junior Hong Qi, I have met you sir!" The old beggar on the side said with cupped hands: "A few days ago, I didn't recognize you and I offended you a lot. Please forgive me!"
"Old sir, you don't have to be polite!" Bu Fan was stunned, but he immediately reacted and hurriedly helped the old beggar.
"Sir, you are joking. In front of you, a junior is not considered an old gentleman!"
The old beggar shook his head hurriedly, feeling a little nervous.
Before coming here, Wu Xuanzi confessed that this unworldly master lived here in seclusion and did not like people to call him senior, but preferred to call him by secular names.
Bu Fan sighed in his heart.
His cultivation level is hidden by the system, and no one can detect it no matter how advanced his cultivation level is.
In addition, he used to pretend to be cool from time to time, no, from time to time he would talk to Wu Xuanzi about some chicken soup, so that Wu Xuanzi would not think of him as an expert hermit.
I think Wu Xuanzi told the old beggar about him.
However, now that he has the Balrog, what will happen if he faces Wu Xuanzi?
With this thought in mind, he hurriedly checked the friend list. After finding Wu Xuanzi, he immediately simulated a duel. Due to time constraints, he directly sacrificed the Balrog.
The next moment, Bu Fan came out of the simulated duel with a gloomy expression.
This Wu Xuanzi is much stronger than the old beggar, no! It cannot be described as strong, but perverted.
Wu Xuanzi just took out a glittering golden brush and lightly wrote the word "zhen". The sky was filled with light, and a "zhen" like a huge mountain pressed the Balrog into the ground several feet deep and became motionless.
"As expected, he is indeed a sub-sage!"
Even the old beggar couldn't do anything about the Balrog. In the end, he could only use complicated formations to seal the Balrog, but Wu Xuanzi did it with just a swipe of his brush.
gap!
This is the difference.
…
Wu Xuanzi and the old beggar naturally couldn't hide the change in Bu Fan's aura, and they became a little nervous.
They wondered if their arrival had offended this senior.
After all, at first glance, this senior doesn't like being disturbed by others.
"You three, please come in and talk!"
Bu Fan came back to his senses, took a deep breath, showed a friendly smile, invited Wu Xuanzi and the others into the room, and personally boiled water for Wu Xuanzi and the others to make tea.
Wu Xuanzi is nothing.
After all, when he was in the village, he often came here to have tea.
But the old beggar was a little frightened.
The little boy on the side looked a little dull, staring at Bu Fan skillfully making tea.
At this moment, in his eyes, the movements of the person in front of him were elegant, and every move contained Taoism and nature, as if they were integrated with the world.
This time Wu Xuanzi did not stop the little boy from comprehending, but sighed in his heart, compared with the teacher's tea ceremony, the young saint who became a saint with tea ceremony can only say that it is barely enough to watch.
Although the old beggar could not see it, the faint fragrance of tea overflowed, making people feel that this tea was not simple.